#wrote this on my phone so good luck with grammar or spelling

[15minlatewithbatbucks]

It's forty minutes into the latest state of the company press conference and Bruce has had to mute his mic entirely to avoid being turned into a meme AGAIN for sighing too much at his own event. For all that he's spent almost 20 years coaching his own children on not making scenes, he's really not much better. It's hot and he doesn't want to be here. His ribs hurt. He's tired. He's hungry. He's every excuse Dick or Jason have trotted out over the years.

(Tim understands company manners and can almost always be trusted to stick it out as long as he's allowed to vent his frustrations afterwards. He's recently taken to smashing ugly thrifted dishes. Stephanie and Damian have been collecting any ceramic not entirely pulverized and turning them into pavers for Alfred's garden.)

(Bruce gave up after Tim. He really only needs one kid to tag along to social events. If the kid start to outnumber him they start getting IDEAS.)

His distraction is why it takes two very rude repetitions of his name for him to take notice at the young reporter pushing his way to the front. Lucius stands, cutting off the project manager currently presenting and speaks into the mic.

"Please keep hold all questions until the end of the presentation, thank you."

"Mr. Wayne," the reporter tries again and Bruce waves away Lucius's further protests.

"Can I help you?" He asks, smiling with the full force of Brucie Wayne's charm behind it. It's been awhile since his last scandal, but if the press is inventing drama then it's less work for him.

The man holds up a photograph almost accusingly. He reeks of gotcha journalism.

Bruce squints towards him, unable to fully make out the contents of the photo. Dick may have been right when he gently suggested Bruce add glasses to his Brucie Wayne persona but that was a hill Bruce was still willing to die on. It was bad enough he had to have a prescription COWL.

"What do you have to say about the presence of your adopted son, Timothy Drake at the illegal mob in Robinson Park last Saturday?"

"Drake-Wayne," Bruce corrected because Tim hyphenated, damn it. He was the first of his children to let Bruce tag the Wayne name on and it mattered, damn it. "Wait do you mean-"

"How about reports of him kissing a man while there?"

"A blond man?" Bruce asked, finally giving up and crossing to take the photo for himself. "Oh. No, that's his boyfriend."

There was a beat of silence before Bruce realized his mistake. Just as the reporters began to squall, he dropped the blurry photo and began to speed walk off, phone suddenly in hand.

Through the podium's microphone, the gathered reporters heard one thing as Bruce evacuated the immediate vicinity.

"Tim? Don't be mad."

---

Despite Bruce's best efforts, he becomes a meme.

---

Immediately following the bombshell that Timothy Drake-Wayne had a boyfriend, social media blows up, clamoring for more information. They're ravenous for it, desperate. Tim doesn't have a personal social media presence but they stalk his professional accounts religiously. Bruce does have personal social media, but he maintains radio silence.

In the end, a Gotham based "influencer" stumbles across Dick Grayson and Damian Wayne getting donuts at Kosher Donuts and Co. Dick is personable, as always, and stops to speak with the young woman briefly.

"Yeah, Tim wasn't mad," he laughs when asked. "Just disappointed. But man, he knows how to milk it."

"Bruce is in the doghouse, huh?" she asks, full of false sympathy.

"A little bit," Dick says as Damian mumbles, "Titus would never share."

"But," Dick continued. "Tim's spun it so Bruce is on the hook for like, half a million in donations for local LGBT charities. Tim says it would hurt less if he sponsored a new shelter too, so that's something to look forward to."

"That's a lot of money! Where's it all going?"

"Oh you know," Dick says and gestures vaguely. "A lot of different programs."

"Yeah? Anything you personally want to see done with the funding?"

"Drag story time," Damian answers before Dick can. He looks intense. "But not for children. For dogs. In the shelter."

---

A day later, Tim breaks the silence. He goes live on Bruce's Instagram.

"So the problem was that Bruce thought the reporter was saying I was being unfaithful," Tim explains. "He totally forgot I wasn't out to everyone yet. Bruce was just worried because he's already told me if I break up with my boyfriend, he's not uninviting him from any future family events."

"Luckily, I was in fact just kissing my boyfriend at PRIDE. Just because people got shifty with the permits at the last second because of protestors doesn't make it an illegal mob. If you wanna hear about Wayne's and illegal mobs, talk to Dickie about his younger years. Nothing I do can compare."

#tim drake #bruce wayne #dick grayson #batfamily #dc pride #happy pride #timbern #wrote this on my phone so good luck with grammar or spelling #my writing tag

[therunawaykind]

She looks like fun - Part I

Pairing: Fratboy!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Alcohol, kissing, drugs. (I think that's it lemme know if I missed anything)

Author's Note: SURPRISE! This idea came up in my mind simply because I couldn't get fratboy! Wanda out of my head. It's probably rough as I wrote most of it on my phone. Probably spelling and grammar mistakes. Anticipate more parts at some stage, I just don't know when.

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You somehow ended up at a frat party with your group of friends…. Not somehow because a handful of your friends was in the frat, they always begged you to go to parties so you pleased them and went every time you could. Albeit there was a lot of people you didn’t know but hey you were all college students going to parties and getting drunk was what you did. However, this party felt different and you couldn’t figure out why. You knew the head of the frat was the twins, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff to be exact. 

You were just relaxing in the garden out back with Natasha and her girlfriend Maria Hill, having some beers and relaxing from all the studying and stress. It always felt like someone was staring at you, but, you couldn’t see anyone staring whenever you turned around. Natasha seemed to notice you were fidgety and nudged you with her elbow “hey L/n you alright?” You glanced up at her and nodded “yeah totally probably just the alcohol getting to me.” From behind you heard one of the twins shout “hey Romanoff beer pong tourney, grab a partner!” She turned her head to Maria and raised her eyebrow and Maria immediately shook her head “not tonight Nat I’m way too drunk to win this tourney with you.” Natasha instinctually turned towards you “what about you L/n? You up for taking down the competition?” you downed the rest of your beer and nodded “let’s do this, nothing wrong with getting a bit drunker. Also, we were great beer pong partners before why not claim that title again Romanoff.”

You threw your bottle into the bin as you walked into the house again. As you were setting up your beer pong table you never noticed the two twins staring at you hard and Wanda whispered to Pietro “Piet, who’s that girl with Natasha?” He looked at his sister suspiciously “Wands that’s Y/n L/n, she’s been here quite a lot before, I don’t know how you only noticed her now. She and Natasha were great beer pong players but stopped playing together once Nat got with Maria. Wanda just hummed in response and mumbled “hopefully we get to play against them then.” 

As the night went on you and Nat were basically unbeatable in beer pong, Nat’s baseball cap somehow ended up on your head and you wearing it backwards. Whenever you both had won you both jumped and ran around the house and high fived. Once you both had calmed down Maria would kiss Nat in celebration and good luck for the next round. It was only once the Maximoffs had kept eyes on you they realised just how good you and Nat were as a pair. The twins started mumbling underneath their breaths “fuck.” You were somehow still standing maybe it was due to the glasses of water you were downing between rounds and making sure Nat was as well. 

The guy that everyone knew liked Wanda kept coming up to her and kept flirting with her but Wanda was having none of it she was too enamoured by you tonight. She was wondering how she never noticed you before. Looking at you, she would’ve thought you were a quiet student who wouldn’t go out of her way to parties...especially frat parties. Vision started kissing Wanda but she turned so when she looked over his shoulder she could see you. Just as Wanda started pulling away from Vis, to her you had somehow poured a drink all the way down the front of your white shirt and could see the outline of your black bra and her breath hitched and walked back to Pietro. Pietro gave her a knowing smirk “so you and Vis huh?” she immediately shook her head “not even remotely gonna happen if that kiss was anything to go by, besides I think he just wants me because I’m one of the leaders of this frat.”

Pietro nodded and hummed agreeing. Pietro cleared his throat “come on let’s get back to the tourney and we have one pair left to play.” Wanda’s head whipped around to her twin “who?” Pietro smirked and pointed over at you and Nat “them.” Pietro and Wanda smirked. 

You and Natasha were basically sitting on the floor from laughing, to anyone else it’d look like you spilt the drink all down your front but actually, it was Natasha that chucked it at you to try and wake you up because you were getting sleepy. “Come on sleepyhead, we have one more pair to play and that happens to be the Maximoffs then we can get you home and sleep.” You stared up at her with your eyes narrowed “who’s these Maximoffs you speak of?” Natasha looks across at you “y/n/n you can’t be serious, they’re the head of this whole frat an….” Just as Nat was going to continue she got interrupted “we would be those Maximoffs she speaks of.” You lean your head back more and exclaim “oh you two guys! I’ve seen you around before, hey!” Natasha laughs at you and helps you up “come on L/n we gotta show these Maximoffs who the superior pair is!” You hear the pair scoff as you stand up. 

It was possibly the tensest match of the night. The whole party was basically circled around this one tiny beer pong table. You and nat have never been so focused on a game in your entire beer pong careers. Nat leaned over and whispered to you “I’ve never seen the twins more nervous and focused as they are right now.” You glanced up at Nat and looked over at the twins and exhaled. You were twirling a ping pong ball around your fingers as you watched Pietro easily get it into the second last cup. You picked up the cup and downed it, once you finished it you threw your ping pong ball into their second last cup and the whole crowd gasped. Nat clung to your arm.

Wanda glared at you she threw her ping pong to get it into your last cup, it hit off the lip of the cup and bounced off the cup onto the ground. The crowd gasped and everyone’s jaw dropped. Natasha shoved her ping pong ball into your hand “you have to do this, you have to win this I don’t trust myself.” You glared at her and said through gritted teeth “Natasha!” She glared back at you and Maria winked at you. You stared down at the ball and took a deep breath. As you looked over at the twins you saw Vision come up and put his hands around Wanda to try to relax her but she just shoved him off of her as she kept her eyes on you. You held your breath and threw the ball and saw it land into Wanda’s cup and everyone stood there in shock. Wanda picked up her cup and downed the drink while keeping her eyes on you. 

You jumped around in celebration with Natasha and she whispered into your ear “looks like you have an admirer.” You turned around and shook your head “not even close Nat, she has no interest in me.” She chuckled, “say that to her deadly stare.” Pietro mumbled to Wanda “told you sis they were a good pair before.” Wanda simply grumbled in response, then an idea hit her and she yelled “alright everyone out apart from the people actually in the frat.” You were just about to leave out the front door saying goodbye to Nat when all you heard was “and also the winning beer pong pair can stay.” Your head turned and looked at Nat and she shrugged, took your hand and dragged you back over to her.  You were all sitting down in a circle. What was left of the party was Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Natasha, Maria, Vision (surprisingly), Wanda, Pietro, Bucky and a few others you couldn’t think of their names at this moment in time. 

You were sitting on the couch with Natasha and Maria when Wanda came out of nowhere and squished in beside you. You glanced over at Nat and she raised her eyebrows at you and quietly laughed. Wanda threw down a bag of weed “help yourselves.” You leaned forward making yourself a joint leaning back on the couch with your head back smoking it. Whilst your eyes were closed Wanda was staring at you and subtly bit her lip when all of a sudden she said “looks like the quiet, mysterious girl isn’t so innocent after all.” you opened your eyes and Natasha started laughing and mumbled more to herself but Wanda heard her say “You have no idea what that girl gets up to.”

Wanda looked down at you and put her fingers onto your chin and you looked up at her and hummed. Wanda could see Vision out of the corner of her eye glaring at her, she smirked to herself and took a pull from her joint, holding the smoke in her mouth. You looked at her knowing what she was going to do, you opened your mouth slightly and Wanda blew her smoke into your mouth. As soon as that happened you and Wanda started kissing and both slid your tongues into each other's mouths as you grabbed onto each other's shirts. As you both started to pull away Wanda saw Vision walk to get another drink somewhere and smirked to herself. Pietro was grinning knowing what she was doing. Natasha tapped your shoulder “c’mon y/n/n time to get back to the dorm.” You looked between Natasha and Wanda knowing you could stay here with Wanda for the night but not knowing if it would be genuine and loving the added factor you’d be forcing her to wait for you and making her want you more. You saw Wanda raise her eyebrow, you took another pull of your joint and placed it into Wanda’s mouth. “Alright let’s go Nat.”

Wanda’s eyes went wide as you left with Maria and Natasha, after you left the rest of the party started to leave. It was just being left with Wanda and Pietro and he let out a boisterous laugh “oh my god I can’t believe you just got denied and forced to wait for the mysterious y/n l/n.” She held the joint you gave her between her fingers and mumbled “two can play at that game.” Pietro snickered “you can play that game, but I’ve never seen you so determined to get a girl before in my life, she’s different Wands and you know it. You’re gonna be the one going after her.” Wanda looked up at him and nodded “I know, it just looks like we’re gonna be throwing more parties and I’ll have to seek her out throughout the college day.” 

Wanda went to sleep that night still having the feeling of your lips on hers and determined to get to see you once again. Needless to say, you were in the same boat you were wondering what possessed you to kiss Wanda tonight, but all you knew was that you wanted to kiss her and see her again.

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[topsytervy]

Happy One Year ~ Joel Farabee

synopsis: Joel does some last minute shopping for your anniversary and it makes you a little curious as to what he's plotting.

word count: 780

warnings: a little swearing, grammar/spelling mistakes, i think that's it

Authors Note: i finally caved and wrote for one of the hockey boys. Definitely queued this cause i was a little nervous and i knew I'd forget that it would be there so it wouldn't sit in my drafts and never see the light of day.

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You knew it was a bad decision to leave Joel alone, unattended in the store, but you were looking for some new clothes and Joel had wandered off so you deemed locating your boyfriend a task for later. Not that it would be hard to find him. All you had to do was call him.

Plus, how much trouble could a twenty-one-year-old man get into?

As you browsed the jeans, you would look up every so often if someone stopped near you to see if they were Joel. Eventually, you pulled out your phone, clicking the call button next to Joel’s name and putting it to your ear as it rang.

You listened to it go to voicemail and sighed, putting back the jeans you were debating on getting and heading off to find Joel.

You didn't even leave the clothing section before Joel was calling you back.

“Sorry, my hands were full. What’s up?” He asked once you answered.

“Your hands were full? With what?”

“Nothing you get to see yet.”

You could practically see the grin on his face. “I swear Joel if you bought a rubber chicken-”

“I would never buy a rubber chicken. I'm offended you would think that.” He cut you off.

“Mhmm.” You rolled your eyes, “Where are you?’

“Self-checkout. Just finishing up.”

“I’m going to be honest with you, Bee, I’m a little nervous about what you’re buying.” You told him as you made your way towards checkout.

“Just some anniversary things. You worry too much.” You could see Joel shrug from the checkout and you nodded.

“Okay, I believe you.”

You watched as Joel looked around when he heard your voice nearby before his eyes find yours. “Shit baby. You wouldn't believe my luck. An absolute knockout is walking my way.” He grinned.

“That’s so funny Joel cause I’m heading towards one hell of a good-looking guy.” You smirked.

“Well then, I guess I’ll let you go.”

You nodded as you watched him hang up and shove his phone in his pocket as he grabbed the bags, holding out his hand for you to grab.

You laced your fingers with his and you swung his arm, smiling up at him. “So, what’d you get for our anniversary?”

You reached for one of the bags and Joel swung it out of your reach. “Can you have a little patience? Two more days. That’s all you have to wait.” He brought your hand up to his lips and placed a quick kiss there before adding, “Besides, it’ll be worth the wait in the end.”

And so you waited.

You’re not going to lie, you did try to find the bags of things he just bought so you could possibly get a hint but you came up with nothing. Whatever Joel was plotting, he was doing a damn good job at not letting you find out.

When your anniversary finally rolled around, you felt Joel get up early in the morning and you grabbed his arm, groaning in protest that your personal heater was leaving you.

“I’m just going for a run. I’ll be back.” He whispered, sleep lacing his voice. He placed a kiss on your lips as you let go of his arm, turning over and falling back asleep in no time.

The next time you woke up was an hour later, feeling Joel’s side of the bed dip. “There you go, Lils. now you gotta give her her morning kiss or she won’t get up.” You heard Joel say.

“Who the hell are you ta-” You were cut off by a couple of soft licks to your face and when you actually sat up and opened your eyes, you were nose to nose with a sweet-looking border collie. “Oh my god.” You brought your hands up and buried them in her fur before looking up at a grinning Joel.

“Meet our daughter Lily.”

“Hello, Lily.” you cooed, scratching behind her ear as Joel sat down next to the two of you on the bed, running a hand down Lily’s back.

“She’s been staying with uncle Oskar for the past couple of days. I’ve been visiting her before and after practice.”

You looked up at Joel. “How long have you been planning this?”

“Been looking at shelters for the last month. Saw her at the last one and she stood out to me. Went back and she was still there so I figured that meant she was supposed to be ours.”

The smile never left your face as you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I love you,” you mumbled.

“I love you too. Happy one year.”

“Happy one year.”

~~~~~

#joel farabee #joel farabee blurb

[clavis-baby]

The (possible) Downfall of Obey Me

5-16-21 (when writing this the event toys out)

(Tbh this post is just be trying to be naïve towards Solomare and at ever aspectthat I mention you have every single right to be upset and mad)

Okay so it’s no secret that Obey me is making bank and is very very obviously trying to make us money on the game with even trying to make us spend money with original stuff that was free to now secretly changing some mechanics behind our back

Here’s a post by @thalfox https://thalfox.tumblr.com/post/653994972840919040/i-just-noticed-a-little-bit-ago-that-the-barbatos that dose a really good job at explaining everything that has changed

(also this isn’t a hate thing fox has actually done a great work explaining everything to good detail of what has changed)

With all the changes I don’t think that it’s shocking to say that players are leavening the fandom because of many reasons to the games getting stupidly harder to even the game development

This is just a heads up this in no way is a post saying “hey this is why you shouldn’t feel this way” I kinda just wanted to see from a business standpoint and be naïve of what’s happening you have every reason to be mad at Solomare because even me I’ve been playing sense week 2 of game released and I’m only on lesson 42 every counter argument that I’m going to make I have complained about at some point

Arguments

(P.s grammar is really bad it’s sort of turned into more of a rant I wrote this at 5 am without any sleep so sorry)

1. Obey me is marketed as a free to play game

First there are many reasons people are mad this main thing that I hear about is from a lot of people is that is a “free game” which lets be honest is ridiculously hard

But still it is still essentially a “free to play game” I personally feel like the main prolog is lessons 1-20 to introduce all the characters to understand and getting the just on how to play the game

Okay and now here’s where I sort of stand with obey me, the gatcha rates are kinda ridiculously lucky when you play for the first week you luck is so amazing and is in my experience with gatchas the best luck I have ever seen for games so it’s not really hard collecting the cards

Now are they the best absolutely no, this I feel like is where you might have to spend money unless they up the skills on the Nightmare A

But what Obey me is technically trying to do is obviously making you pay by releasing your favorite demon card every 2 week which…aren’t essential they are really just hoping that you love your main demon enough to pay

With the high increase on the gatcha rate there really isn’t a pity unless you count the card pieces (but I’m not going to count that because you are more likely to roll your UR before completing the pieces)

Now after lesson 20 once the huge break I feel like Obey me almost expecting the players to keep logging in any doing jobs and some players did do that and boy did it pay off

But those players have not needed to spend a single dollar and are all caught up

Now for everyone else who didn’t the game was so difficult it’s unimaginable and because for that a whole lot of players left the game and personally I don’t blame them because of how much impact the next lessons were

Now sort of like Mystic Messenger you really just have to grind you ass off log in everyday and do JOBS :D and grind but as hard and long as it is you are still able to be a f2p but where obey me fails is that when grinding Mystic Messenger grinding was a lot more fun for me it took about a whole year to just get 550 hourglasses even when I purchased and same with Genshin Inpact it takes a while but with obey me there isn’t really anything else to do once you get to a certain point which I think obey me really lacks and could be part of a reason why people left. Grinding just is not fun (now I do think that on a phone there is so much you can do with a app game but I feel like there could be a bit more they could do)

Personally I’m just going to come out and say it don’t spend your money for one UR card for your favorite demon it’s really not worth it now im one of those Mammon stans but if I ever wanted a specific card for instance the Mammon bunny card when it first came out I wanted it so badly and didn’t get it but I also knew there would eventually be a revival so I saved and did not spend any DV(demon vouchers) until the revival

The events

Some people complain about getting the cards in the events onestly for me this one kinda makes a bit of sense I noticed the first change when the Vampire even came out and how it wasn’t as easy to get the second card but if you think of it it makes sence why

When the first event came out (Santa event) you only had to collect about 30,000 gingerbread compared to the 100,000 in event today but when the first event came out no one was at high enough levels for the AP required and you would every day when times rest to gain gingerbread as well as there was only one part to the story so when people kept leveling up their AP Obey Me had to higher the bar so it wouldn’t be so easy to get all these cards and have a actual reward system but eventually they also added another story lesson starting at the Ruri Chan event

Second thing about the events is that one there started just getting plain out boring.

When lesson 20 finished and we were all waiting for season 2 I was still loving in everyday and logging in at 12 and 8 for the free 30 AP because I didn’t know what else to and would participate in the event but eventually what I think that all otome games that have constant events like Ikemen Vampire and Ikemen Revolution they just start getting repetitive and getting real boring so I stoped playing until there was something more interesting

The last thing that some people complain about the events is that you can’t keep up with the story and the events now I can’t find it but I believe that @0beyme said something about the events a long time ago about how you have to pick between the event and moving through the main story which I kinda think isn’t really the games fault and more just a discussion on maybe missing a event

Add ons

Okay so they did this from day 1 you spend a certain amount of Devil point that you guaranteed don’t have and get out a card

Now this is just spelling out a disaster

Yeah so for the first Charge Mission is when you log in which everyone had but essentially what they want you to do is spend $100 on a game that you just logged into and never experienced or played I don’t really understand what they were even thinking with that but it must’ve worked for them to keep doing them

The second time they did it was when the break was over and season 2 came out and they celebrated by doing another charge mission which was the Lucifer and Simon card which would cost again $100 again I really don’t understand what they were thinking

And now this is I believe the fourth time they have done this for the 1.5 anniversary where they know that Mammon is obviously a favorite for many Obey Me players and where smart to put it on the really stupid charge mission but the difference is, is that instead of it costing $100 it would cost almost $200(same with Levi’s) for one thing I don’t understand

But one thing that you do have to remember is is that this isn’t apart of the main gameplay it really just is a mini game if you would even call it that of dress up and optimization so still I guess would be just a add on that has no effect on the actual story and game so you could I guess still call it a f2p game with really really stupidly high priced add ons

VIP

Umm so I am the first one to call myself out I have bought the VIP package first when season 2 happened and I knew how much I loved the game so personally it was worth it to me to support the developers and gain something out of it

Now I haven’t really seen much complaints on the VIP because people more use it as a “hey the game is impossible with out VIP” but the people who say this ive noticed never bought it

For $9.99 each month it is 100%

IT IS NOT WORTH IT!!! Out of everything you get which honestly isn’t much you get some extra free space in jobs and really that’s it and if you choose to use all your job slots for the highest paying you get around 30,500 about a 10,000 difference not really worth it in my opinion

With VIP you also get other things like higher chance of gifts from Jobs which you will not notice one bit, and +20 AP (which if you play the events is sort of useful) as well as extra packages exclusive to VIPs so after paying $9.99 per month you also get more things to buy and that’s about it for VIP now if you really want to get more grim just use your AP and spend it of normal lessons you will get more AP that way

The Story and Kids

This could be all me just complaining and a theory by I wanted to include it anyway

Obviously many people are not even caught up or even playing but as more lessons went on the less interesting the story became to me I don’t know if it’s a me thing but season one was absolutely amazing the once season two came out it was good but not anywhere as good and one

One reason why I think that it to me became almost bland is the amount of kids that is on the app and how sensitive people were if anything bad happens

It’s no secret that the Japanese versions a lot more non-kid friendly for hell’s sake the characters don’t even swear as well as all the colors I feel like to a American audience bright colors is usually marketed towards kids but in other countriesI think many understand that that is not always the case for instance a lot of people will thing in America that anime is all for kids but I mean look at Attack on Titan or Tokyo Ghoul you would not let kids watch that of literal people getting brutally murdered you just don’t see things like that in the West where something looking kid friendly could also be very adult like

Also wtf dose this in the App Store say +12 with Ikemen Vampire and a lot of other games if you have a game rated +17 then there will be a actual pop up that says something along the lines of how “thier could be violence acts and sexual act are you sure you want to instal”

Now the story I’ve seen people point this out but there isn’t really much character development for instance Beel he dose not have a actual personality his personality (fight me on this one) all you really know about him is that he likes food and his family now I could be wrong cuz I’m on lesson 42 but still not much and this is kinda with all the characters except the special ones where the devs really favor and love for story

Some one mentioned how the developers hold back a lot which I agree with 100% they said how when there is character development they all the sudden pull back and never will almost talk about it again like ???? So there’s this constant bland story

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Honestly if you liked this I might do more cuz as much as this post made me especially at the end I kinda liked ranting so...yeah there is also many other things that I want to rant about but I’m tired soooo

feel free to comment your opinions btw

Bye ima go sleep now

#obey me #obey me shitpost #shall we date #shall we date lucifer #leviathan #obey me shall we date #lucifer #obey me beelzebub #shall we date mammon #obey me swd #obey me mammon #ikevamp #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #shall we date belphie #belphie

[things2mustdo]

If you’ve stared at a blank document and the words weren’t flowing, you’re not alone. Mark Twain sometimes had that experience in front of a typewriter, and Geoffrey Chaucer with an empty parchment and a quill pen. So then, what do you do if you’re blocked while up against a deadline, trying to get that business presentation done, finish the doctoral dissertation about vegetable symbolism in Hamlet, or complete your Jezebel article about how chewing gum contributes to toxic masculinity?

The creative process

It’s important to understand a writing project’s phases:

Planning

Writing

Editing

Planning is where you develop a general outline. This may be the essentials of a plot, or the points you’re trying to make in a monograph. This phase also includes research. If it’s a story, you might also detail the characters, to sketch out their personality and history enough that they’ll come to life. It doesn’t need to be too extensive, though ideally, you’ll have enough information about them that you can imagine a conversation with them or know how they’d react to any given situation.

Editing is pretty self-explanatory. This involves checking the spelling and grammar; no word processor will catch every mistake. Also, that’s where you sharpen up the style, and fix any problems in logic and consistency. Editing is vital to perfecting the quality, but make it whatever you’re doing when you’re not in writing mode.

Writing is the most important part. This is what produces all those words. When a project starts, you have nothing written down, and this is where many people get blocked. Although planning is the first on the list, most likely you already have at least a basic idea of where you’re going with it. Also, it’s sometimes difficult to get into writing mode, which is another reason to prioritize it.

Creative flow

Most writing happens during creative flow. It’s not exactly a trance, but it’s somewhat a different state of consciousness. This takes place in any artistic endeavor. If you’re out on the town and vibing effortlessly, that’s essentially similar. Being blocked in that scenario is the all-too-common experience of wanting to be social or chat up someone but having no idea what to say. Creative flow is necessary even when writing software.

If you’ve got the inspiration fully in gear, then you’re putting ideas down as fast as you can type. I’ve had the experience where stories basically write themselves. Not being able to enter creative flow causes the dreaded writer’s block. Until your first draft is done, or nearly so, then always try to catch the inspiration where ideas coalesce into words almost magically.

What planning and editing have in common is that they’re fairly analytical and detail-oriented. Thus, for the most part, the left hemisphere of the brain is engaged. On the other hand, the writing phase is mainly a right-brained activity. That’s where the artistic functions of the mind happen. So this is a very different process from planning and especially editing.

Note well, it’s pretty hard to get both hemispheres of the brain fully engaged at the same time, unless you’re good enough at meditation to levitate or whatevs.

Get in the right mindset

You must shift gears mentally, so to speak, to enter creative flow for the writing phase. Again, this is what gets your first draft finished, so catch the inspiration whenever possible. This is the trickiest part. This doesn’t just happen on command, any more than you go to sleep at will.

The right mood music may help, something suitable for the task. (With my latest novel, listening to Espirpe Imperial, Division 250, and Celtica really put me in the right state of mind.) If the lyrics get distracting, find something instrumental or in a language you don’t understand well. The ancients invoked the Muses to get into the spirit of things; do that if it works for you.

When you’re in creative flow, it’s easy to get distracted. Set aside some time when you won’t be disturbed. Grab some munchies and your favorite beverage, so you won’t have to get up for it. Set aside extraneous worries or other thoughts, and focus on the project at hand. If necessary, tell anyone else nearby to let you finish your task. If they won’t leave you alone, persuade them to enroll in STFU.

Since most writing these days is done on computers, it’s difficult to avoid distractions. Therefore, you’ll have to discipline yourself. Keep off of the email, video games, stock charts, tentacle porn, and all that when you’ve set aside some time. Turn the ringer off on the phone, or put it in another room if you’re still tempted to check it.

Editing must be done with a clear head, or else you’ll make mistakes. On the other hand, creative flow can happen even when you’re tired. Some writers even prefer to get drunk. (Back in the day, many favored absinthe, though it’s hard to get it quite like they used to make it. The scare stories about it were fairly overblown.) All that is up to your personal discretion. However, it’s advisable not to overdo the bug juice or rely on it as a crutch.

Igniting the spark

So you’re staring at a blank manuscript, and the words aren’t coming off of your fingertips—what then? Rack your brains and write down a sentence or two. Surely you can think of something—anything. Then see if you can get something else down. Take it as far as it will go. This is what shifts the gears. Soon you’ll get a paragraph or two. With luck, words will start flying off your fingers. Run with it as fast as possible!

Note that it doesn’t have to be in any particular order. Speed is what counts. Don’t dwell too much on fixing mistakes, or that will knock you back into edit mode. If the ideas start coming faster than you can get them into sentences, jot down the ideas elsewhere so you can pick up the thread later.

It’s not possible to knock out a novel in one sitting. (With my latest, fourteen chapters and 88K words certainly didn’t happen overnight!) So eventually you’ll have to stop and pick it up later. Reigniting the spark is a little easier when you have something in writing already. You can begin in editing mode, putting things in order, making transitions from one block of finished paragraphs to the next, and otherwise polishing up what you already wrote. When you start getting thoughts on where else you want to go with it, then kick into writing mode and start creating new paragraphs.

Sometimes you’ll have to step back to planning mode, if you need to work out something with logic or direction. That’s fine, but as soon as you come up with some ideas you can write down, then hit it. If necessary, you can go to another writing project, returning to the first later. If all else fails, then start doing some boring, repetitive task that you’ve been putting off for a while. Mull over your ideas while you paint the living room or whatever.

Most importantly, have fun with it!

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https://www.returnofkings.com/1499/the-art-of-learning

An accomplished chess player and push hand (martial arts) champion shares how the bulk of his success has been due to being a good learner. I was expecting more of a technical guide, but this book actually had many exciting stories in excellent prose that added a lot of heart to his methods, a great example of showing instead of telling.

“Successful people shoot for the stars, put their hearts on the line in every battle, and ultimately discover that the lessons learned from the pursuit of excellence mean much more than the immediate trophies and glory.”

Many people will scoff at this but consistently getting laid on the international level is not unlike competitions that the author faced, especially when it comes to maintaining your concentration in order to perform at peak levels. Are bad nights out due to the girls not liking you or because you were off? How can you ensure that you’ll have a good night every night? The author talks primarily about chess and martial arts, but there’s a lot of anecdotes that players will be able to identify with.

For example, during his chess matches, he started getting annoyed at noises in the auditorium. Sometimes a song he heard earlier would loop in his head. He’d fail at removing them and then would end up losing the match. What he learned to do was to incorporate the noises into his head and use that to adjust his tempo.

Compare noise in a chess match to a cockblocker in a club. We get mad at them, wanting to remove them for the equation, but how about understanding the nature of the cockblocker to successfully pull you girl anyway? Maybe you could approach smaller groups, go for the kiss faster to neutralize the cockblockers effects, or inoculate your target against the potential cockblocker. Harness and adapt to what the environment is giving you to succeed in spite of the difficulties.

What I liked most about the book is how analytical the author is, examining every facet of not only his behavior but how he thinks. In other words, he thinks about how he thinks, meditates on how he meditates. It has put his game on an entirely different level, telling me I may not be reflecting on my experiences enough. This will be especially true for people who seem to repeat mistakes.

“A competitor needs to be process-oriented, always looking for stronger opponents to spur growth but it is also important to keep on winning enough to maintain confidence.”

This isn’t one of those books where some nerd reviews psychological studies—it’s a motivational tour de force written by a man who deliberately put himself through tough situations in order to become a champion. While there were some sluggish parts, particularly in the second half, it’s been a while since I’ve read a book that makes me want to go out there and achieve. Work hard and learn hard—I can’t think of a better winning formula.

Read More: “The Art Of Learning” on Amazon

[13eyond13]

if someone wants to be a writer what are the advices you give him/her to be good in writing?

Ooh, a very good question! I’m certainly no writing expert myself, there’s SO MUCH I have to work on with my own writing, and I usually spend way more time procrastinating on it than actually practicing it these days, but it’s something I think about constantly and strive to improve upon myself, so I’ll give it a shot.

ADVICE I ALWAYS TRY TO GIVE TO MYSELF WHEN THINKIN’ ABOUT STORYTELLING:

1. WRITE THE STORY YOU WANT TO READ, BUT SOMETHING THAT OTHER PEOPLE WILL HOPEFULLY BE ABLE TO ENJOY, AS WELL. Think of a question you have about life or a weird scenario or a relationship that you really want to answer or investigate, and then try to answer that question or explore that intriguing thing as honestly as you can. Doesn’t matter how big or small or serious or silly it is, if it’s an interesting question mark to you then it probably will be interesting to someone else, too. People generally read stories because we want to learn about ourselves and the world around us in some entertaining way. When we see things in stories that remind us of ourselves or other people we know, or that are tackling topics and concepts we’ve often wondered about ourselves, that’s when we really get emotionally invested. And if you can’t wait to find out what happens next in your own story yourself, that will really compel you to keep putting your butt in the seat to write it!

2. WRITE HOWEVER FEELS MOST NATURAL TO YOU, AND DON’T CONSTANTLY COMPARE YOUR OWN METHODS TO EVERYONE ELSE. Some people like to meticulously plot out their whole story before they begin, and some people like to just wing it and see what sort of weird surprises come out. Both approaches are valid, and so is a mix of the two! Play around with it and see what helps you get words down on paper the easiest. It won’t always be effortless, but it shouldn’t feel like a punishment or a horrible chore that you dread every time you sit down to create, either.

3. MAKE TIME FOR CONSUMING LOTS OF GOOD STORIES. Watch cool movies and TV and read books and comics and carefully observe all the people you know in your everyday life. Absolutely everything is a useful learning opportunity if you want it to be. Pay close attention to the world around you, because it’s all inspiration, even the mundane stuff. It’s those little realistic moments that really give stories life and weight and make people pay attention to what you’re saying as having a spark of truth to it. Get in the habit of describing the things you’re observing to yourself, too, because that’s what writing is. The more you read / watch / experience the more you will internalize the art of storytelling and start figuring out what is good and what isn’t, what feels cliche and lazy and untrue and what feels real and moving and fresh. If you think a story really sucks, don’t just zone out, figure out exactly why you think it sucks, too!

4. MAKE TIME FOR CREATING YOUR OWN STORIES WITHOUT OUTSIDE INFLUENCES OR DISTRACTIONS, TOO. Develop a routine and make it a habit and create your own cozy rituals around the act of writing. Whatever puts you in the best mood for it and keeps your head-space open for clearly visualizing your imaginary world.

Personally, I get very inspired by reading other people’s stories, but they also distract and block me from writing when I’m trying to create something of my own. Everyone is different, but I know I need to keep these two things (story-consuming and story-creating) pretty separate, or else I start doubting everything I try to write and picking it apart way too much. Figure out what kind of writer you are and structure your time and your work-space accordingly.

5. GET TO KNOW YOUR CHARACTERS REALLY WELL. The characters that are the easiest to write and the most fun to read are the ones that the author knows well and understands inside-out. Every single character should want to gain something and/or be afraid of losing something, or else they will be flat and boring. If someone only exists purely to be a love object or an opponent to another character and they don’t display any sort of inner life or personality outside of that role, it will show, and they will not be very relatable or compelling.

If a character is feeling really flat or you’re having a hard time getting inside their head, two great first questions to ask yourself are: “What would this character be doing right now if they weren’t involved in this specific plot?” And: “What would they be doing if they could do absolutely anything that they wanted to do in the world?”

Sometimes you won’t understand a character or how they need to develop or the main conflict / goal of your characters or story at all until you write more scenes with them or even get to the very end of your story, but that’s what second drafts and rewrites are for! You can always go back and clarify all that stuff later, adding more depth and streamlining stuff and cutting things out as you see fit.

6. DON’T GET TOO SAD ABOUT YOUR CRAPPY ROUGH DRAFTS. They’re going to suck at first most of the time. Just keep chugging and tweaking things and keeping a positive mindset, it will definitely not be perfect in the first try! I’ve often saved many versions of things I’ve written and then been shocked when I go back to the early drafts at how much worse they used to be. That’s why we have rewriting and editing and getting feedback from beta readers.

7. SAVE EVERYTHING YOU WRITE. Even if you decide to cut it out of your story because it’s not working right, it can almost always be used again for something else in the future. Maybe you wrote a great description that doesn’t suit the tone of the story, or a funny conversation that doesn’t add anything useful to that particular scene. Put those unused bits into a scrap folder and dig them out to use again somewhere else, either in the same story or a different story altogether.

8. WRITE DOWN YOUR IDEAS FOR YOUR STORY AS SOON AS YOU GET THEM. Keep a little memo pad app on your phone or carry a notebook around. It’s easy to forget those useful little nuggets again later if you don’t.

9. DON’T WRITE ANYTHING YOU WOULDN’T FEEL COMFORTABLE READING OUT LOUD. If it would be way too embarrassing to read to even your most ideal and nonjudgmental reader, then it’s probably a bit over-the-top and should be reworked until it feels more natural and more honestly “you.” I forget where I originally heard this little piece of advice, but I love it and think it’s a good one to keep in mind (mostly because I used to do that a lot, and still do sometimes, lol)

10. FIND SOMEONE YOU TRUST TO GIVE YOU HELPFUL CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK ON YOUR WORK. Beta readers are so important! Ideally it should be someone with a good sense of spelling/grammar and an eye for detail who also understands and enjoys your writing and the things you care about, and is also good at articulating exactly why something is/ is not working well yet. This can be scary and embarrassing sometimes, but if it’s the right person doing it they will both encourage you and help you grow by giving you good honest suggestions for things that can be improved or changed. We often don’t even realize all the things that aren’t coming off well in our own writing after staring at it so long, but that fresh pair of eyes is often very good at picking it out for us, and they’re just trying to help us write the best story we can.

11. FINALLY, there are so many great resources for learning about storytelling online or at your library!

Here are a few YouTube channels on the subject that I really like:

-Lessons from the Screenplay (my favourite): [X]

-Every Frame a Painting (mostly about visual storytelling, but still a ton of great lessons): [X]

-Alexa Donne (a published fiction author with decent practical advice): [X]

-Ellen Brock (an editor with good practical advice): [X]

A few books on the subject I’ve read and enjoyed:

-Reading Like a Writer by Francine Prose

-On Writing by Stephen King

-Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott (thank you to @translightyagami for the rec!)

And here is my collection of writing advice that seemed pretty legit from Tumblr:

writing advice tag [X]

Best of luck with telling your own stories, and thank you for asking me to blabber like a nerd about it!!

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[cywscross]

Hello there, beautiful ^_^ The thing is, I am very, painfully, self-conscious, and this prevents me from ever writing anything. I want to write, but every time I so much open doc to start, reassuring myself that no one but me has to read it if I don't want to share, self-doubt rears its ugly head and I can't muster a word. It brings me to tears of frustration, because I have so many ideas. So, the question is how do u start? Screaming for help here, and thx for your time.

Hey! Yeah, I can understand wanting to write but also not because some part of you is absolutely sure it’ll turn out absolute crap, I went through a bit of that when I was in my teenage years. Honestly, there’s no sure-fire way to get over this hurdle, but personally, I started small. If you want to write fanfic, pick a fandom. Pick a character or characters that you like most/you want to write. Then pick a plot. You have a ton of ideas, pick your favourite. Before I start writing anything, I usually imagine a scene or two in my head. I see what the characs might be doing or saying before I ever put it down on paper. And when you finally do try to write, nothing says you have to start at the very beginning of your fic idea. You can your write the scene you already have in your head or a piece of dialogue, or hell, even some background details if you have a clearer idea of the universe that your fic takes place in. You could write a summary of what you want and use that as a starting point.

And if a blank microsoft doc looks a bit too intimidating on your screen, why not try writing on paper? It could make a difference. In my early days of writing when I didn’t even have a phone, I wrote everything on paper before I wrote it a second time on my computer. And don’t mind too much about spelling mistakes or grammar, that’s what editing is for. Just get your idea down in any format you prefer. You need to at least have something specific to start with instead of a whole bunch of different ideas in your head.

And then you just… go. Write. Write anything. It doesn’t matter how bad you think it seems at first, and I know that’s like the most redundant piece of advice ever, but it’s still true. However bad it is, you can only improve if you keep writing.

 And I realize it can be scary to post your work online. There are a lot of flamers out there, and even just one comment that hits you wrong even if it’s not how the commenter meant it can really bring you down. So if that’s a thing that worries you, then maybe let a trusted friend read it first. I personally prefer strangers or at least online friends reading my stuff rather than my real life friends and family, but that’s just me. You might feel differently. But also if you’re unsure about letting anyone read it and associate it back to you, you can always post it anonymously on AO3. Nobody gets a lot of reads and reviews when they first start out but you might get some constructive criticism and encouragement, and it’ll help you get used to letting other people read your stuff.

Just Keep Writing. If it’s what you want to do, you’re never going to get anywhere if you don’t start.

Idk how much any of this helps for you but it’s a little of my thought process whenever I get bogged down in my writing. Good luck!

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[dreamin-of-somewhere-else]

1997 [6]

Previous parts

Characters: Dean Winchester, twin sister!reader, Sam Winchester, characters from 4x13, OC characters.

Words: 2600

A/N: Sorry about the huge delay on this part. It’s been so long, but I finally found some willpower to finish this series. Please excuse any spelling or grammar errors, sometimes they just slip through.

Music suggestion: Ivy - Frank Ocean [You know the drill, I look for the feeling in songs, not the lyrics lol. This was just something I listened to when I wrote this, so yeah.]

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First, Dean had called John.

”Hey Dad, it’s me, Dean. Well, I’m calling because — Well, the thing is that we think that there’s a job here, at school. A student’s dead, and yeah… it looks like it’s because of something that goes bump in the night, so… We kinda need your help.”

When your father then seemingly was unable to get back to you, you took matters into your own hands, and picked up the phone.

”Hey Dad, it’s (Y/N). We need you to get back here, and back us up. It’s a case and you have the weapons and the rest of the stuff. Remember that one time that you said that ’you always try to do your best’? Well, the least you can do is return this call.”

Your tone was harsh. Yes, it was easier to talk to your father that way over a phone line, when he wasn’t there for you to meet his angry eyes and deal with his reaction.

You put the phone down on the table inside the small motel room and stared at it. It got quiet for a moment. You stared at the phone, Dean at the wall, and Sam at both you and Dean. Then he broke the silence.

”So what did they say?”

”What?” You responded, not even beginning to try and understand what he meant. You had been deep in your thoughts.

”The girls you heard talking — what did they say?” Sam explained, sound just a teeny tiny bit annoyed. ”Oh,” you muttered under your breath before sitting up straighter in the chair you were sitting in by the table. ”That the cops don’t know what killed him. That… that the guy had been thrown around but they didn’t know by what, seemed like a force or something. And…”

”And there were no prints on the lacrosse stick he was killed with.” Dean filled in when you struggled. Finishing the sentence as you so often did for each other.

”Yeah, exactly.” You agreed, remembering. ”Screams ghost to me, right?”

Sam nodded, his bangs falling even further into his eyes. ”Yes.”

”Okay so what do we start with?” Dean began, thinking out loud.

”We could see if there was any deaths at school.” Sam offered.

”Sounds reasonable. It’s a good start, but where do we find out that kind of information?” You continued.

”There are computers at the library. I saw them when I was there the other day.” Sam informed you and Dean.

”Of course you were.” Dean quietly stated underneath his breath, and you swatted him across his upper arm.

So, that Wednesday evening was spent at the library. You three, huddled close together, trying to fit in front of the only computer free to use. Staring at the white screen giving off an almost light-bluish light. You tried searching for anything. Stuff like ’Truman High student killed’, ’student dead Truman High’,’deaths Truman High’, ’teacher dies Truman High’,’Truman High suicide.’. The list went on. You tried everything. With no luck, whatsoever. Nothing. Nada. Squat.

Dean let out a heavy, exasperated sigh, describing how you all felt precisely. This was stressful. When you were hunting with your dad everything ran pretty smoothly, but now everything seemed to go against you. You were already starting to feel guilty. Every minute that passed everyone at school could be in danger. Well, maybe not exactly right now, the chances of someone being at school right now — 7:45 pm —  were low. But the thing with Supernatural creatures — because the murderer was definitely supernatural —  was that they usually didn’t have much logic or any plan to their killing. Sometimes, a pattern. But other than that; most likely it wasn’t like they just killed someone for their money or after an argument. And in 9 out of 10 cases, they typically struck more than once.

You needed to find out what it was and for what reason — fast.

The next day you felt tense. Your senses were on edge, as if you were waiting for the suspected but unproven ghost. As if it would show up anytime. And who knows, maybe it would. You knew literally nothing about this ghost.

The day went by slowly, slower than usual. And you felt exhausted after only a couple of classes. But that was probably because you were subconsciously, basically, on high alert. It was tiring.

At lunch, while you were waiting for Jeremy, the sound of a tray being dropped onto the tabletop brought you back from absentmindedly staring at the wall. But it wasn’t Jer, instead you came face to face with Dean. A very tired looking Dean.

”Hey,” you greeted him, raising one eyebrow as he practically collapsed onto the seat. ”You don’t look too peachy.”

”I’m freaking tired, man.” He responded as he ran a hand down his face, before meeting your gaze with his green one. ”We researched late last night, remember?”

”I do. I was there.” You retorted. Then you took a bite of the apple you were currently munching on. ”So, why do I get the honors?”

”What?” Dean questioning, actually looking sincerely confused.

”Well, I thought you were too cool for me nowadays.” You explained, looking at him expectantly.

”What?” He repeated himself, taken back as his eyebrows knitted over his guilty eyes. ”No, I’m not… I mean— you’re my sister, I-I…”

”Dean.” You interrupted, putting an end to his miserable blabbering. ”I’m kidding.”

”Oh.” Dean said quietly, blushing a bit.

”You must really be tired.” You furrowed your own eyebrows. ”Not answering my sarcasm with more sarcasm? Well, not even catching my sarcasm…”

”Yeah, yeah, I know.” He muttered, as he poked around in his food.

”It’s gotta be something more than the research.” You pressed, knowingly. He was your twin after all.

Dean just groaned. Simultaneously you spotted Jeremy over his shoulder. He was looking at you, but then he walked over and sat down with a couple of guys you knew were his friends. You couldn’t help but to feel slightly disappointed, but well, you were with Dean, and Dean and Jer hadn’t officially met yet — at least as far as you knew.

”It’s Amanda.”

”What?” You questioned, echoing your twin’s earlier whats, as your attention returned to Dean in a split second.

”I said, it’s Amanda.” He growled, annoyedly stabbing an innocent piece of salad on his plate.

You just burst out laughing. And immediately receive the death-glare. Which only makes you laugh harder.

”Trouble in paradise?” You teased as soon as you had collected yourself.

”Shut up.” He retorted. ”But, yes. She just nags so much. And now she wants me to meet her parents.”

”So why won’t you? You practically perfect son-in-law material.” You continued, finding this very funny.

”You know I don’t do parents.” Dean stated, distressed.

”Okay, fine.” You shook your head to yourself, forcing your smile away from your face, trying to return to a more serious mood. ”I get it.”

Dean was quiet for a moment, and you could tell that he was thinking about another subject to talk about, one that wasn’t revolving around himself. You saw the exact moment he came up with it.

”So, who’s that guy you’ve been hanging around.” He questioned, squinting his eyes, suspiciously.

”Dean.” You warned. That expression was annoying and never led to anything good.

Well, okay, that wasn’t true, Dean had helped you get rid of guys before — guys that made you feel uncomfortable or something like that. But that face wasn’t needed right now, and sometimes you just wanted to wipe it off. You didn’t intertwine or question him about who he dated, for god’s sake.

Dean just raised his eyebrows. ”I’ve seen you together. He goes to our English class.”

”I thought you only had eyes for Amanda.” You responded, sarcastically.

”I keep an eye on you.”

”So do I. On you.” You stared back at him. But he wouldn’t budge. ”Fine. His name is Jeremy. He’s a friend.”

”Friend?”

”Friend.”

Dean nodded, although he didn’t look convinced. He decided to drop it though, to your relief.

Speaking of Jeremy, your brunet, amber eyed friend sought you out during one of the breaks, wanting to talk like you always did.

”Hello, companion.” He greeted, grinning.

”Hey.” You plastered on a smile on your face. Not that you weren’t happy to see him — you were always happy to see Jeremy.

But you were tired. And stressed. Even a bit anxious. The conversation with Dean had given you a break, but you were soon back in your previous state. Always on the lookout. Basically feeling the minutes ticking away. Unsafe minutes for everyone on school campus. You felt the strain.

”What’s up?” Jeremy asked, a slight crease forming between his eyebrows. He could tell, just like that.

The guys in your life really read you like a book. Dean, Sam, and now Jeremy. Except for Dad. Honestly, John didn’t know all that much about you. You weren’t close. But that’s another story for another time.

”Nothing.” You shrugged, shaking the question off. ”Just… heading to my algebra class.”

”You sure?” Jeremy pressed. You mentally cursed.

”Yeah, yeah…” You nodded, trying to be reassuring. ”I’m good.”

Jeremy was about to say something else, but his voice was shouted down by another one of the seniors, a football player, calling on his friend.

”Hey, Mike! You should have seen the fight outside. This tiny freshman totally hammering another one. Sick.”

You raised your eyebrows at the football player as he passed you and Jer, meeting up with Mike. Then your ears caught something else. A group of kids, younger than you, laughing at something. ’Dirk the jerk.’

Your mind pieced it together. And you knew.

”Jer, I’m sorry, but I gotta go and find my brother.” You excused yourself, sincerely sorry. Could this day just be over?

”Yeah, that’s fine. Go and get him.” Jeremy nodded, understandingly.

”See you later?” You asked over your shoulder, before leaving.

”Yeah, see you.”

You didn’t find Sam that break, nor the next one. In fact, you had to wait to the end of the school day until you found him.

”Sam!” You called as you caught sight of your scrawny, brown-haired little brother in the sea of students.

He turned around, and as he caught sight of you, he knew. You could tell by his shoulders drooping. He stopped anyway, and waited as you hurried up towards him.

”Let me see.” You demanded looking at his hands. They were bruised, showing a shade of purple already. ”Did you really beat up that kid?”

Sam nodded, slightly ashamed. ”Yeah.”

”Judging what I’ve heard and your state, I guess it didn’t end well for him.” You stated, opening a door for Sam to explain.

”No, it didn’t.”

”Sam,” you began. ”This isn’t what we’re supposed to use our training for.”

Sam looked guilty. Like, you understood why he did what he did. The kid had picked on him. Hell, you were furious at this Dirk for doing so. It was just that maybe beating him up wasn’t the best solution.

Sam was quiet for a while longer, as you just looked at him. But then, he looked up and met your gaze.

”I have an idea though.”

You raised an eyebrow. ”About Dirk…?”

”No about you-know-what.” Sam spoke in a hushed tone as he briefly looked around himself.

You caught on and lowered down a bit, so that he could whisper in your ear.

”Maybe something happened before the school was built.”

You eyes widened as you realized how stupid you’ve been and how smart your baby brother was. Judging by how guilty he just had looked, you decided to drop that and instead praise him for this.

”That’s a great idea Sam.”

And it was, it paid off because you had a break through in the research. Apparently, the school’s new football field — that, as you’ve been told, just opened before you and your brothers enrolled at Truman — was built on an old gravesite. Which means lots of upset spirits.

You were dealing with a ghost, as previously suspected. Turns out that the football field the school was currently constructing, was being built on an old gravesite. Like really old — ’before the USA barely was a country’-old. The ghost was presumably the leader of a village that used to be located right next to where Truman High stood nowadays. When the school took down some trees and dug up the ground, they apparently found a ring in the ground. It was a week before you and your brothers started at the high school, but you had heard of it and walked past the glass display cases where they were currently keeping it. So, something had to be tying the ghost to the school, and your money was on that one ring.

You were in the middle of finishing up the research when your phone rang, shrill signal cutting through the silence. Green and hazel eyes immediately latched onto you, your brothers hoping it was your dad.

It was Jeremy though, calling to tell you that there just was an attack at the school. A girl he used to know apparently, so he was pretty freaked out. She made it out alive, but was at the hospital’s ICU at the moment.

After a few moments, you said goodbye to your friend and turned to your brothers who were wondering what happened.

”We really need to do this, now.”

Dean nodded once, and stood up from his chair at the small table to then walk across the room and pull out a duffle bag. Then he started packing weapons, the one shotgun loaded with shells filled with rock salts and another gun just in case. Meanwhile you rummaged through your backpack for a lighter, finding it successfully. Dean brought out a packet of salt, and you a small container of gasoline. You couldn’t count on your father, but it was a good thing he was a paranoid bastard, leaving all kinds of stuff. A second salt-shotgun would’ve been nice though, but at least you had all the stuff you needed.

Sam watched the quiet — and almost automatic — procedure with round and a bit frightened eyes. You and Dean had both done it surprisingly many times before. That didn’t mean Sam felt calm though.

”Ready?” You asked Dean, eyes finding his from across the room.

”Yeah,” he responded as he flung the strap of the duffle bag over his shoulder joining you by the door.

As you began putting on your jackets — Dean his leather one, and you your denim — Sam stood up and joined you.

”Sam, what are you doing?” Dean asked, confused.

”I want to come with.”

”No, Sam,” you stated, voice gentle but serious as you looked into his hazel orbs. Sam seemed to not like the answer though. ”The thing is killing kids, Sam. We don’t want you there.”

”But you’re kids too.”

”Not for long.” Dean’s voice was calm and reassuring. ”And also, we’ve hunted before. (Y/N) and I will be okay.”

”Don’t worry Sam,” you agreed.

Sam nodded, but once again; he’s not content with the answer. He hated being babied. Treated like he was so much younger and innocent. And even more than that; he hated sitting on the sidelines. Not because he loved hunting, in fact that was another thing he hated. It was because if his older siblings — who seemed to think that they were invincible like they never even contemplated the risks — got hurt, or worse, he wouldn’t be there to do something about it. He wouldn’t be able to help.

He wanted to be mad, but couldn’t. Instead, Sam threw his arms around your upper body, hugging you tightly. He hugged Dean as well, and then you were all set to leave.

The last thing Dean did before you walked through the door was to ruffle Sam’s unruly hair.

”We’ll be right back, kiddo.”

”Promise?” Sam asked, sounding so young and innocent your heart constricted a bit.

”Yeah,” you smiled. ”Promise.”

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Chapter 113: The FINALE

Hey hey everyone! So to be honest I have always had the ending kind of planned but when it came to writing it I'm still not sure if I'm a hundred percent happy...also I wrote half this on my phone so please forgive any grammar or spelling mistakes!

FOR ALL YOU LEO FANS I WILL UPLOAD AN ALTERNATE ENDING. THIS IS THE CESC ENDING.

ENJOY MY Lovelies!

And please let me know what you think and if I did the story justice otherwise I might write it again :p

CESC END

I  could feel my nerves starting to build, my stomach was beginning to feel tied in knots. It had been a while since I had been this nervous but I knew how much this game’s outcome affected everyone. It was not just about me anymore.

I started to fidget and pace around the locker room.

Where is she?

Jade was not the type of person to not keep a promise. I knew that if she said she would be here to wish me good luck, she would come. I looked at my phone even though there was no indication of a notification, just wishful thinking.

“You okay?” Pique asked me concerned.

“Just nervous,” I told him honestly although I made sure not to mention Jade’s name. I knew he would tell me to put it out of my mind. What he didn’t know is that I couldn’t get her out of mind. Not anymore.

“It’s so stupid!” Pedro said annoyed while raising his hands.

“It’s not her fault,” Leo said sadly.

“Still, how can they not allow her to watch the match?” Pedro said his eyes wide.

“Who?” I asked interrupting their conversation but I was sure I already knew by Leo’s tone.

They both kept quiet.

“No wonder she’s on her way to the airport!” Pedro said without thinking.

I froze.

The airport?! She’s leaving?!

And then it dawned on me. Of course she would leave during El Clasico. No one would look for her. I didn't blame her not wanting to greet everyone. She had been through enough pain already.

“Okay let’s go!” Pep’s voice boomed through the locker room. I watched as everyone began following him towards the pitch.

I had a choice to make. I could lose the match or I could lose the one person in my life that I really loved.

I smiled, I really did love her. Right now, that was the one thing I was sure of.

I grabbed my keys without hesitation and began running to my car. I needed to tell her I loved her and that she can’t leave. I will do anything. Anything to get her to stay.

I switched on my car barely thinking about anything else but Jade. I reversed hastily and drove as fast as I could towards the airport. I made the same mistake years ago with Carla and I have regretted it for my entire life. I won’t make that same mistake twice.

I drove as fast as I could trying my best to still drive safely but the image of Jade leaving had me pressing the pedals aggressively.

“Come on!” I shouted at a traffic light that had just turned red. It felt like it was taking forever.

When I had finally arrived I barely parked my car and began running through the doors to enter the airport. I quickly scanned to find the screens listing the departures. There was a flight set to depart for Madrid soon. I sprinted towards the boarding gates but stopped abruptly as I saw the barriers to go through to security.

“Sir, you boarding pass please,” the guard said indicating to the barcode reader.

“I uh, I don’t have one,” I told the guard.

“Then I’m sorry sir but you cannot go beyond this point,” the guard said.

“But it’s urgent!” I said getting annoyed.

“I’m sorry sir, there is nothing I can do,” the guard said sternly

“Please!” I begged, “I just need to see someone!” I said desperately.

“Sir I’m sorry but-,” the guard said but I couldn’t hear anything else as I already jumped over the barrier and started running to the security check. As always the security line was long and I did not have time to waste. I pushed past everyone in the line and ran past the guards.

“Sir!” the guards shouted at me, “Stop at once!”

I knew I could get in trouble but that was far from my mind. I checked the gate number as I ran and sprinted to the correct one.

Don’t leave me Jade, please.

I ran faster than I had ever ran in any match in my life. Finally I could see her and I stopped with my hands on my knees not realising how out of breath I was.  

“Jade!” I screamed desperately.

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JADE POV

I was waiting at the boarding gate for Antonella. I could not hold back my happiness. I was so worried I had ruined things for her and Leo but it seems she was still willing to give him another chance.

I was lucky the guard allowed me through. Normally I would have to wait in arrivals but he happened to have seen the press conference and said after what I went through, he would make an exception. It made me smile that people were finally seeing the truth.

I waited patiently but was hoping they would start coming out. I still wanted to catch some of the game if possible, even if it was from the tv.

“Jade!” I heard a voice scream.

I froze.

It was a voice that I could never mistake. I turned around with my eyes widened in shock.

“Jade,” Cesc said out of breath walking towards me. I was too startled to speak.

“I should have done this a long time ago,” he said with a smile while moving a strand of hair out of my face.

“I love you,” he said but before I could even respond his lips were on mine. For a split second I thought I had crossed to another dimension. It was just him and me. After all this time, after all the pain we had both gone through, he was finally kissing me.

Time stood still and I didn’t want it to stop.

“GGOOOOOOOOOOL!” we heard someone scream. Immediately I jolted as reality came crashing back. I noticed Cesc had his arms around me and mine were around his neck. I looked towards where the older man who had shouted was looking.

The Clasico. We were losing!

“Cesc!” I said worriedly letting go of him.

“Yes,” he said dreamily.

“Cesc, what are you doing here!?” I said freaking out. His facial expression changed immediately.

“I am stopping you from leaving!” he said desperately.

“Leaving? What are you talking about?” I asked him.

“You were leaving to go to Madrid now and take the job,” he said sadly grabbing my hands, “But I couldn’t let you!”

“What are you talking about?” I asked him confused, “Who told you that?”

“I-,” he said and I could see no one had actually told him that.

“But you’re here,” he said now unsure.

“To pick up Antonella!” I said to him but before I knew it he was tackled to the ground.

“Sir you need to come with us! You have broken the rules of the airport!” a guard said as two others held him down.

Oh no.

“He can’t!” I screamed, “He has a Clasico to get to!”

“We will see about that Miss,” the guard sneered.

“Don’t you watch football!? He’s Cesc Fabregas!” I said desperately.

“Wait, it is him!” someone from the crowd said.

“I knew he looked familiar,” someone else said.

“Let him go!” another said.

“If this is true then why is he here instead of at the match?” the guard said strictly.

“Because I needed to tell her I love her,” he smiled at me as I blushed.

“Awws” were heard from all around.

“Move,” we heard another person said. As people made way, I figured it was the head guard.

“Let him go,” he said looking disapprovingly at the guards. I noticed it was the same kind guard from earlier however he didn't look as friendly now.

“Paulo!” Cesc said looking at the guard like a saviour.

“Could you have not asked me for help?” the head guard asked shaking his head.I figured it must be someone they are used to since the team flies up and down so often.

“You know him?” the one guard asked confused.

“You don’t!?” Paulo shouted at him and the guard immediately looked embarrassed.

“Let him go! He has a game to get to!” Paulo’s voice boomed.

“Yes sir,” the two guards said as they obeyed.

“Gracias,” Cesc said gratefully to Paulo.

“You better just hurry and win the game!” Paulo said as Cesc nodded.

“Jade?” I heard someone ask unsure from behind.

“Antonella!” I said happily smiling at her.

“Cesc?” she asked him confused.

“It’s a long story,” he said scratching the back of his head but we looked into each other eyes with knowing smiles.

“Let’s just get going!” I said.

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“We can do this,” Pep said inspiringly.

“We are a team and when things get tough we don't run away, we choose to fight. I know it has been a difficult few weeks for all of us,” he said glancing around at all of them.

“Especially a few,” he said looking to find Cesc and that's when he realised Cesc wasn't there. He glanced around at the team again. The team could sense something was wrong.

“Where's Cesc?” Pep asked them.

“He was with us in the locker room,” Pedro said confused.

“I'll go check,” Pique said. Pique ran to the locker room. He figured Cesc just needed a few moments alone to get his mind into the right state.

He walked in noticing he was nowhere to be see.

“Cesc?” he shouted looking around frantically.

“Cesc?!” he shouted louder.

No way he thought. Could Cesc be this irresponsible? Would he leave the team to deal with his mess? He shook his head in disbelief. There had to be a reason but now was not the time to figure it out.

He ran back to the others who were lining up getting ready to go onto the field. He saw the Madrid players there as well. He greeted Ramos as he walked towards Pep.

Before he could even speak, Pep understood from his facial expression.

“Affelay,” Pep said, “Put on your kit quickly.”

Affelay didn't ask questions and did as he was told.

“Don't worry,” Pep said with all the encouragement he could muster, “We can do this,” he told the players.

The players walked out onto the pitch meeting a sea of blue, red and yellow. Seeing that helped lift their spirits. There were thousands that had come to show their support. To stand by their team.

The players stood for the anthem and quickly enough they were already choosing sides. Madrid had won the draw which already made everyone feel slightly more tense.

As the players walked to their positions, the tension was building. You could feel it in the air. Unlike every other Clasico before, Barca had their reputation on the line not just in terms of their skills but where they stood as a club on values.

The whistle blew and the game had begun. It was tense the first ten minutes with Madrid almost having a goal. Luckily Pique had just managed to tackle Ronaldo.

Pique took a small breath in relief. A goal that early in would have been the worst thing that could have happened. The players were unable to string passes and kept losing possession. It was clear that Cesc leaving, whether anyone wanted to mention it or not, had affected the team.

Pep was starting to pace, this was the team he trained. They were making mistakes, making silly challenges, making inaccurate passes. And finally when it seemed it could not get worse, Pep felt his heart sink into his gut.

“GGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLL” rang throughout the stadium and the crowd was silenced by Ronaldo jumping in the air. The mood in the stadium turned from joy to disappointment within a matter of seconds. All that was heard was the few Madrid fans who were going crazy with happiness.

The worst had happened. They had conceded. Normally Pep kept optimistic, he knew Barca could always turn it around. However this time he was not so sure. He pushed the negative thoughts out of his mind as much as he could. He needed to think clearly if they were at least going to draw. Time went by and soon enough the whistle was blown for half time. The players all headed to their locker rooms.

Immediately the mood of the team was felt as Pep walked in. The players sat down looking dejected.

“We can still turn it around,” Pep said as confidently as he could, “I didn't train you to give up halfway. Barca is a team and when we get knocked down, we get up and fight twice as hard!”

The players listened and knew he was right but still they felt uneasy.

“He's right!” Cesc screamed running through the locker room.

The players all looked at him in shock. They didn't know how to react. To be happy he came back or upset that he ditched them in the first place.

“Cesc-,” Pep began to say.

“If I may say a few words,” Cesc said gently as Pep nodded.

“I could say sorry a thousand times to all of you and still that would not be enough for the trouble I have put you all through. I was supposed to come to Barca to help the team win and instead it seems like all I did was make it worst.”

Some of the players wanted to chime in but knew he wasn't done speaking and let him go on.

“In these few months I've made a lot of mistakes and even then I still have not learnt from all of them but the one mistake I didn't make was doubting my team and knowing they are the best damn team in the world. Even in our worst hour, even if we were angry with one another, we still stood together. I thought tonight was about winning but it's not. It's about showing the world that no matter how tough it gets, we don't break, we stand together, we fight and we stand united. We-,”

Cesc was forced to stop taking as Pedro started crying.

“He's so right,” Pedro said dramatically with his hands in the air. Everybody else could not help but laugh at Pedro and just like that everyone felt better.

“Cesc is right,” Xavi said, “Let us show everyone that we are united.”

The players all nodded and then looked at Pep.

“I don't think I could have given a better pep talk,” he said honestly with a smile.

“Coach,” Jade said unsure from the back of the locker room. She felt everyone look at her.

“I went through the stats that I could on our way here, I don't know that this will work but it's worth a try,” she said hoping Pep would give her one more chance.

“Let me see,” he said open to her idea. She walked forward and handed him a piece of paper.

“This is risky,” Pep said.

“I know,” she said.

“But I believe we can handle it,” he said with a proud smile as Jade smiled back.

“Is he ready?” Pep asked Jade in a low voice while looking towards Cesc.

“Right now, he's in the best mindset you could ask for,” she said with a smile. Pep nodded at her and they began to make their way to the field.

It was clear the team's  morale had changed.

“What happened?” Pique asked Cesc as they walked towards the field.

“I couldn't let her go,” Cesc told him honestly.

“But it's a Clasico,” Pique said and at that moment it dawned on him how much Cesc was in love with Jade.

“I know I just-,” Cesc said but Pique answered for him.

“You love her,” Pique said simply as Cesc nodded.

“Well I hope you love her enough to score a goal for her huh?” he said immediately lightening the mood.

“Geri, thanks” Cesc said full of gratitude.

“For everything,” he said honestly.

“The game isn't over yet huh?” Pique joked.

As the players made thier way onto the field, Cesc waited to be substituted on. He was determined, he was going to turn this game around. He had too.

The whistle blew and immediately it was evident that Barca were back to their normal selves. They were keeping possession and making good passes.

A few minutes in and Leo already had a shot close to the post. The whole crowd gasped as the ball went slightly wide. The crowd then started chanting for the team again and it helped to build the energy.

Madrid were getting frustrated and this showed in their constant tackles providing free kicks for Barca. Finally Pepe managed to tackle Cesc very near the penalty box. It was a clear foul and Barca were given a free kick.

The nervousness in the stadium was building. It was close enough for it to be a goal. As expected everyone saw Leo lining up to take it. They could see the determination in his eyes. This could be the goal that turns the game around.

The whistle blew and everyone all waited in anticipation. After a few seconds Leo began running towards the ball. The next couple of seconds were a blur.

A roar erupted around the stadium and all Jade remembered was standing to jump around like a lunatic with her friends. Barca had levelled. It was game on. It was clear this half Madrid looked like Barca did earlier. Barca were dominating and for the first time in a while, they were having fun.

You could tell because they became a bit complacent almost conceding from a counter attack from Madrid. However this time it didn't break them, instead it seemed to have invigorated them to try even harder for another goal.

The attack started building from the back as Pique ran to ball and then passes to Alves. Alves sprinted down the wing managing to outrun Carvalho, by a few split seconds. Immediately he passed to Leo. As always Leo had four players on him but he managed to outrun them all while Cesc found space in the front. Leo passed to Cesc to keep it perfectly onside and Cesc slotted the pass onto the net.

“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL,” the entire crowd was on their feet screaming. Barca was now in the lead and it didn't seem to be changing anytime soon.

Pep who normally withholds his celebration could not keep it in this time. He jumped for joy seeing Cesc score. This would end all the troubled rumours for sure.

Barca were playing a perfect game and everyone could see it. The game was winding down and three minutes of extra time were added. Xavi executed the perfect pass towards Pedro and miraculously he managed to score. No one erupted with more joy that Pedro who couldn't stop jumping into the crowd.

There was no need for the whistle to be blown, it was clear the game was over. The entire team ran on the field to celebrate with the crowd. The Madrid players hung their heads in disappointment as both sides greeted each other civilly.

The players stood in a line jumping and cheering with the fans. Finally someone came to call Cesc. They wanted to interview him after the game. He followed the field guard to the small podium that was set up.

“Ah and here comes our Man of the match, Cesc Fabregas!” he said excitedly while Cesc came to stand next to him.

“I was man of the match?” Cesc asked again to confirm and the interviewer nodded eagerly while handing him a small trophy.

Cesc had to fight back the tears in his eyes. This trophy wasn't just a representation of playing well this match but proof that the fans of Barca still supported him despite everything that had happened.

“If you can give us a few words about the game and your performance?” the interviewer asked.

“Well I-,” he began saying but stopped the second he saw her. Jade was just in the distance but she was beaming. She looked the happiest he had ever seen her and he couldn't help but smile back at her. She was walking towards them and was looking around the stadium in awe.

“Cesc?” the interviewer asked noticing he was dazed for a few seconds.

“You asked about my performance, the truth is it was completely inspired by a special person. Some people tried to destroy her reputation or her career but through all of that she stayed strong. Without certain interns at the club, I don't think the win would have been possible,” Cesc said and no more detail needed to be added, it was clear who he was referring to. Jade stood in front of them with her mouth open in shock.

“Ah I see,” the interviewer said trying to take in what Cesc said. He then moved on to another question.

“Jade,” Pep said coming to talk to Jade, “I have some good news,” he said with a joyous smile, “It seems your internship has been extended, possibly even a permanent position!”

“What!?” Jade said unable to contain herself.

“Unless of course you don't want it,” Pep said jokingly.

“No of course I do!” Jade said ecstatically.

“Great,” Pep said happily, “We can discuss the details on Monday.”

“What news are you telling my girlfriend coach?” Cesc said cheerfully as he put his arm around Jade's waist. Jade's eyes went wide wondering what he was thinking doing that in front of Pep. Pep simply smiled, he knew he couldn't tear the two of them away from each other. They were simply meant to be.

“I was telling her that she might have a permanent job here at the club,” Pep said.

“Really?!” Cesc said just as excited as Jade.

Pep nodded.

“Cesc, I was really proud of you tonight,” he said proudly.

“Thanks coach,” Cesc said graciously. Pep had done so much for him. He's sure not many would have helped him the way Pep did and for that he would be forever grateful.

“I'll leave you two,” he said as he left the two of them.

Cesc picked Jade up and spun her around.

“What are you doing,” she giggled happily.

“Kissing my girlfriend of course,” he said as he slowly let her slip through his arms so that their lips were perfectly in line. He kissed her this time even more passionately than before. He didn't care who was watching anymore. He wanted everyone to know how much he cared about her and how much she meant to him.

“By the way,” she said softly, “I forgot to tell you something.”

“What?” Cesc asked slightly confused and she chuckled at his expression.

“I love you too,” she said and she was about to kiss him again until someone shouted.

“Hey, love birds! Party at my house huh?!” Alves said as he ran to the locker room.

“Guess we better get going then,” Jade said.

“I guess,” Cesc said as he locked his hand with hers.

And for the first time in a long while, both of them were finally, truly, happy.

THE END

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