#yes this about that fucking Halloween space mountain thing

[vilelittlecritter]

Man wouldn't it be fucked up if there are ghosts in space.

Wouldn't be even more fucked up if there are like sentient planet ghosts.

Wouldn't be even more fucked up if there was a sentient nebula ghost...

#yes this about that fucking Halloween space mountain thing #the idea of there being a giant ass ghost nebula that is actively malicious and looks like fuckinh gigyas is fucking horrifying #like whoever came up with that idea i love you but please go fuck yourself #i hate the existential terror of both ghosts and space. DO NOT. COMBINE THEM. #space ghosts seems like the plot of a doctor who episode. it probably is actually... #my memory isnt great so i cant remember if there is one #random rambles

[exsequar]

August 18 is my birthday. I feel like I need to say something about this year of my life... and this is the closest I have to a blog. Pull up a chair.

Tonight I stood on the roof of my beautiful modern apartment building, in the most vivacious neighborhood of Seattle, gazing at the panoramic view of the downtown skyline, Space Needle, mountains and water and the rolling hills, all backlit by a softly electric sunset, listening to my gorgeous and sweet neighbor working shirtless on his bike behind me, and reflected on what a fucking year it's been.

Tomorrow I turn 36. One year ago, I thought I would never be happy again.

This 36th year of life, a perfect square as I am fond of pointing out, has been anything but perfect and certainly nothing so predictable as a square. But as I sprint across the finish line, proudly taking the trophy that declares I Survived Thirty-Six, I am deeply grateful for how this year has shaped me and set me on course for the life I want... for the first time ever.

One year ago, I was at the nadir of a monthslong spiral of anxiety and depression. The night of August 18, 2022, I did not sleep one wink, despite attempting many substance interventions, because my soul was so wrought with torment and guilt and fear. And this was a new experience for me; I had had low points before, but absolutely nothing even resembling this black hole that felt impossible to escape. I won't go into why, but suffice to say there was one new toxic ingredient in my life that had slowly devoured my happiness, my confidence, and my hope. I couldn't see a path out.

Then... slowly, then abruptly, things began to change.

In September, I decided to look for a new job, to change at least one variable and cut out some toxicity. With what felt like shocking speed, interview offers started coming in after just four taster applications. After a brief interview process, I was astonished to find myself in a new job much closer to home, joining a team that included one of my favorite past coworkers.

In October, I took a couple weeks off to try to gain my footing before starting my new job, and traveled home to see family. During these two weeks, I suddenly learned that my landlords were renovating my building and I was being kicked out from my apartment of four years (with 6 months to move out). I quickly recovered from my shock, went on one round of apartment visits in the coolest area in town right near my new office, fell in love with the third building I saw, and signed a lease within a week. Importantly, around the same time, a huge element of the toxic drain on my life became suddenly much, much better, which started to free me from that suffocating weight. Additionally, the relentless, deeply kind support of some close friends finally started to lift me out of the darkness. (You know who you are, I love you.)

On Halloween, 2022, I started my new job. I instantly hit it off with the other two women on my team. The third day, I tested positive for COVID - IN the office! No longer a COVID virgin, I slunk home to do my various new hire trainings in quarantine.

In November, I bought an e-bike to use for my new 1.5 mile commute. I immediately loved being back on two wheels and frequently commuted by bike even in the grey Seattle winter.

Two days before Christmas, 2022, I moved into my new apartment. I shed most of my furniture, many belongings, and started from a beautiful almost blank slate. My new place has the aforementioned roof with panoramic views, huge windows, and all kinds of amenities I didn't have before (a dishwasher!!!!!! laundry!!!!! being mid-thirties is losing your shit over in-unit laundry).

I traveled home for the holidays and had a wonderful break.

January 2023, I began preparing for the biggest fucking trip of my whole entire life. To ANTARCTICA. Yes, you heard that right. I began preparing for an EXPEDITION to ANTARCTICA. For FUN. I still can hardly believe it myself. My friend had invited me in Dec 2021 to join a trip to Antarctica in March 2022, but omicron kiboshed that, and I think the universe knew I needed this to happen in 2023. That I would be just emerging from The Great Dark, and what a better place to beckon me forward than the White Continent?

January, February, and March all felt like a frenzy of preparation. I continued to learn and grow more happy and confident at my new job, growing ever closer to mhy awesome little team, but all the while my mind was floating among the icebergs and penguins.

March. Two days before I was supposed to leave for Chile, the first part of my trip, I tested positive for COVID. IN MY OFFICE. AGAIN!!!

After a brief bout of despair, I ended up getting paxlovid, moving my flight back a week (for $1000 extra ;_;), and joining my friend and her mom in Argentina instead.

March 20, 2023, I set sail aboard the m/v Plancius for Antarctica. What followed was the most deeply spectacular, yet also the most deeply healing, two weeks of my life. I don't know how to summarize it. I felt true peace for the first time... certainly in a year, but in what felt like decades. Possibly forever. I was soul-happy. It's the only way I can describe it.

I landed back home on April 5.

On April 6, my company was hit by a massive cyber attack. Yay!!!!?

The next few months were a chaotic scramble of new experiences and creativity. But through it all, my team only grew closer, and the uncharted territory was in some ways an exciting challenge that only enhanced my sense of feeling alive.

The peace I felt in Antarctica came home with me and spread through my life in waves. I began doing things for joy, and getting my body out moving in the world. I had quickly fallen back in love with biking, so I started looking for groups to ride with and began joining free bike rides all over the county as often as I could. I met delightful people on every ride. I bought a second bike that would be zippier and easier to tote around. I bought a new car that would let me carry around this second bike more easily. I joined a summer rec soccer league, biking to a local field to play under the setting summer sun every Friday, and met some of the fabulous queer folks in my new neighborhood. I watched halftime drag shows on artificial turf. I started feeling physically healthier to match my sense of my soul healing. I laughed all the time.

August 18, 2023 starts in less than an hour. Today, the penultimate day of my 36th year, I worked and laughed with my team for the morning. I flirted with a darling guy in my building, who I have been lightly flirting with for months, for over an hour. I went to the farmers market outside our office and bought beautiful berries from the handsome farmer who loves his bees so much. I picked up an order of fantastic cookies, an early self-gift. I took my new car for a fun new type of car wash (the car sits still and the washing robot arms move around us??). I called my dad. My best friend of nearly 2 decades asked if she could call and we talked for over an hour. I went home to my kitties. I played Stardew Valley and listened to my favorite music. I finished a spectacular audiobook (Strong Female Character by Fern Brady, a memoir of growing up an autistic girl with no diagnosis, and getting diagnosed in middle age). I went to the store to pick up ingredients for my favorite birthday cake that my dad always made for me when I was a kid.

I climbed up to the roof, where my handsome neighbor was quietly and shirtlessly fixing his bike, and gazed out over the gorgeous deep red horizon.

I didn't quite cry. My eyes stung softly as I bit my lip and smiled. Yes. This is where I want to be.

And I can't wait to see what 37 - a prime number, harder to come by as we age - has in store.

#my posts #nightblogging #happy birthday to meee

[sushigirlali]

Bad Idea Right? - Part I (Reylo Fanfic)

Part I | Part II | Part III (Complete!)

Summary: Rey Niima realizes she may not be over Ben Solo when Hux’s social media posts show her ex-boyfriend is moving on at Poe’s Halloween party. Donning a matching costume purchased before their breakup, Rey decides to stop running and confront him. Horny Halloween hijinks ensue!

Pairings: Rey/Ben, Rose/Hux, Finn/Poe

Continuity: Modern AU

A/N: I wrote the outline for this on my phone with speech to text while stuck in traffic and listening to Olivia Rodrigo 😂 Happy spooky season, rats! I was definitely inspired by some reylo/hellcheer Halloween art I’ve seen recently as well 😛

Master list –> AO3 | ff.net | Tumblr

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Bad Idea Right? - Part I

By: sushigirlali

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Boston, MA

Friday, October 24

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Hey

Haven't heard from you in a couple of months

But I'm out right now, and I'm all fucked up

And you're callin' my phone, you're all alone

And I'm sensin' some undertone

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Rey Niima had a problem. Was it a problem of her own making? Perhaps. But it was a problem nonetheless. 

After swearing off men and dating and love for the last two months, she was lonely and bored and horny. More specifically, she was horny for her ex-boyfriend Ben Solo. It had been exactly 62 days since their breakup (yes, she had been counting), and every night without him was worse than the last. 

The urge to text him was almost overwhelming at times, but she tried to see it as an exercise in control. It made her feel a little better, to have a goal. Even if the goal was to ruin her own life.

Rey blew out an irritated breath, moving her unwashed brown hair away from her face. She really should shower and change after a long day’s work, but she just didn’t care. Flopping down on her bed in an oversized blazer and yoga pants, she wondered whether Ben was thinking about her just then as well. It was hard to focus on things like hygiene and personal needs (beyond what was strictly necessary on a mandatory zoom call) when there wasn’t anyone around to judge you. 

“Or praise you,” she thought wistfully, because Ben used to praise her for the tiniest, sweetest things…

Rolling over onto her stomach, crushing the front of her semi-professional blazer, Rey pressed her face into her battered, space-themed comforter and screamed.

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And I'm right here with all my friends

But you're sendin' me your new address

And I know we're done, I know we're through

But, God, when I look at you

My brain goes, "Ah"

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The breakup had been stupid, really. Or, she was stupid. 

Near the end of August, on the date of their four year anniversary, Ben had planned an elaborate scavenger hunt for her through the city. And at the end of the trek, there had been a box and a question. 

She could still remember the pain in his dark eyes when she refused him, the slump in his broad shoulders as he balanced on one knee, the quiver of his lips…

Rey pushed her guilt aside and focused on the other ways his lips had made her feel over the years. They were full and plush, with a tendency to hike up on one side when he grinned. And when he kissed her, sometimes she forgot her own name. And when he didn’t stop kissing her until she begged for more, slipping his lips hotly down her cheek, her throat, her breasts, her stomach… Well, she liked those memories most of all.

Stripping out of her house clothes, she tossed them onto an existing pile of dirty clothes by the foot of the bed. Ben would be horrified that they didn’t immediately go into the hamper, but again, he wasn’t around and she just didn’t care. At any rate, it wasn’t like one pile of junk was going to ruin the ambiance of her small, dingy apartment. 

Which honestly just felt like another fitting punishment for breaking Ben Solo’s heart. “Not that I could afford anything better on my own,” she lamented, thinking about the mountain of student loan debt she owed.

Shaking her head to clear it, she went back to disrobing, removing her favorite lace bralette and matching panties and tossing them aside as well. She didn’t even know why she’d bothered to keep the very expensive, yet impractical cream ensemble besides years of childhood poverty making her thrifty. It definitely wasn’t because they were a gift from Ben and he loved peeling them off her.

“Don’t think about… actually, no. That works.”

Rey stretched to retrieve her cell phone from the bedside table and navigated through her contacts to the entry entitled “Ben Solo.” Her finger hovered over the call button for a second, the thought of hearing his deep voice again tempting, but she chickened out. 

“I really should have deleted his number by now, or blocked him at the very least.” But he hadn’t texted or called in 62 days, and she hated how hopeful it made her that he still could.

Closing her contacts, she opened the files app instead and unlocked a folder titled “Gardening Tips 🍆💦” with an extremely long and complicated password. Biting her lip as sultry images flashed before her eyes, Rey leaned back against her second-hand cotton bedspread, which had been washed so many times that the thin fabric felt like silk against her bare skin. 

The first few photos were of Ben’s hands, his long, tapered fingers and calloused palms. Despite his family’s wealth, Ben liked to work with his hands at his firm’s tech lab. He was an engineer, like her, so she understood the need to tinker.

Rey imagined those hands on her body again, running one of her own across her taut stomach to cup one of her small breasts. The pads of her fingers weren’t nearly as rough as his, she usually worked on sketching designs instead of with hard materials, but a picture was worth a thousand words as they say.

“Ben,” she whimpered, flicking through a few more photos before finding some of his face and chest.

He was smiling in a lot of them, something he rarely did around anyone but her, his expression intimate and open. Or, at least, that had been the case when they were…

Zooming in on his chest, she traced the curve of his muscles, the shape of his trim waist, the blush of his nipples, touching herself in each of those locations in turn. But it wasn’t enough.

Backing out into the folder, she skipped down to pictures of his ass, his cock, of them together. “Fuck.” She flushed with arousal at one particular set from the night before they broke up.

Ben was deep inside her, his pubic hairs meshing with hers, his thumb on her clitoris, her body contorted. Every frame showed a different angle of his penetration, from her point of view. 

Lifting her knees, she bent her legs toward her chest, trying to mimic the position, before flipping open the camera app and snapping a few new photos. She wanted to recreate the scene, but it was too difficult to hold the filthy position and touch herself at the same time without Ben pressing down on her hips.

Annoyed, she hit the share button and sent off one of the new full frontal nudes to her man before thinking better of it. 

Then, “Oh, shit. Oh, fuck!” Scrambling upright, Rey stared at her phone in horror. Ben wasn’t her man anymore and she had no right to send him unsolicited sexts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—FUCK!”

Rey jumped as her screen lit up: Ben was calling her.

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Can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts)

Like blah-blah-blah (blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah)

Should probably not

I should probably, probably not

I should probably, probably not

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Rey was frozen solid for the first three rings, but on the fourth, she impulsively hit the talk button. Hitting that button meant she’d hear his voice again, it meant he hadn’t blocked her either, it meant… 

“Rey?” he said hesitantly, her name from his lips immediately heightening her arousal. 

Her jaw worked up and down, but no sound came out. She wanted to respond, to keep him talking, but what could she say? Sorry I haven't called? Sorry I’m such a mess? Sorry I ruined our lives? 

“Rey, why did you send me that picture?” 

“I–I’m..”

“Are you still naked?” His tone was neutral, but the question still brought heat to her cheeks.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Did you just take that pic? Is that what your pussy looks like right now?” His voice became gruffer.

“Yes.”

“Are you keeping your curls tidy for any particular reason?” He was stern now, or was it jealous? Maybe a bit of both.

“No,” she said, because, “I’ve ignored every other aspect of my hygiene except a biweekly bikini wax in case you ever wanted to eat me out again,” was insane.

“Good girl,” he said warmly.

Praise. Ben was praising her. “Fuck.”

Rey propped herself up on several pillows, put the phone on speaker, and set it on her chest with the microphone facing her mouth. Using one hand to pull her right leg up and back, the other slid between her legs. “Ben, I’m so wet.”

He blew out a breath. “Fuck, Rey. Do you need my help, baby?”

She nodded but then realized he couldn't see her. Clearing her throat, she said, “Yes, please,” very politely.

“That’s my girl,” he chuckled. Then, with more heat, “Are you touching yourself already?”

“Yes.”

“Where? How are you positioned?”

She told him and he groaned. “I’m so turned on, Ben, but it just isn’t the same without…” She cleared her throat. “What should I do?”

“I want you to run your index and middle fingers over your slit,” he commanded.

She did as he said and sighed into the receiver. 

“That’s it, baby. Do that until you’re so slick my thick cock could slip in without a hitch.”

She pictured him over her, touching her, fucking her. “Oh, god, I am!” 

“You’re doing so good,” he praised. “Now slowly spread your lips and slip your fingers inside.”

“Okay,” she panted, swirling her fingers around her opening before sinking them knuckle deep in her pussy. “They–they're in.”

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“Good. Really good. But I wish it was your fingers, Ben, they’re so thick.” Shit. She shouldn’t have said that.

He choked out his next demand, clearly affected by her statement. “Drop your leg, baby, and use your free hand to massage your clit. If I were there with you, I’d keep you open so wide, but you need to use both hands for me.”

“Okay,” she said, the image of him pinning her down with his big body flashing through her mind.

“Now close your eyes,” he murmured. “Are they closed?”

“Yes, Ben.”

“Picture me while you pump your fingers inside your cunt and rub your clit with your other thumb.”

“Ohhhh!” she moaned, doing his bidding. Her sheath clenched around her fingers as he continued to whisper into her ear, telling her how sexy she was, how much he loved this, how good he wanted to make her feel. 

“Are your nipples hard?”

“So hard!” She didn’t even know what she was saying anymore, she just wanted to please him.

“Is your pussy dripping all over your sheets?”

“Yes!” she screamed, rubbing, straining, curling and twisting her fingers until a flood erupted between her splayed thighs.

Ben talked her through the blinding orgasm, her first since they had parted, until she calmed several minutes–hours?–later. 

“Rey?”

“Hmm?” Rey was breathless, her body tingling and satiated.

“I have to go now.”

Her euphoria shifted into confusion and hurt, which was rich considering he had just helped her get off and asked nothing in return. “Oh, okay. Uh–thank you.” Then, her deep-seeded fear of rejection taking control, she quickly disconnected the call before he could say anything more.

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Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

Seein' you tonight, fuck it, it's fine

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Rey pulled her comforter tighter around naked body, trying to smother out the light streaming through her window. During the excitement last night she had forgotten to pull the blackout curtains closed. 

“Ugh,” she grumbled when her phone buzzed a few times in quick succession.

Sticking her hand out of the warm cocoon, she blindly felt around for the device before pulling it back under the covers. Switching the light setting to dim, she read:

Ben: Good morning, sweetheart ❤️‍

Ben: Rey, are we really doing this again? 

Ben: I know what it meant to me, but what did last night mean to you? 

She sighed her favorite word in lieu of doing anything productive. “Fuck.”

Fiddling with the phone, she started texting him back several times, writing and rewriting a positive message, a negative one, something neutral, but in the end she turned it off without sending anything. 

She knew she should respond, that he’d take her silence to mean last night meant nothing, but she was scared. Last night was incredible, he was incredible, and he hadn’t even touched her. Just his voice had reduced her to a quivering mess, bringing back all her memories of them together. Sexual and otherwise.

Rey swore again, frustrated that she hadn’t gotten him out of her system. “It was just one call, idiot. It’s not like you fucked him again.”

But that couldn’t happen. Her dumb heart wouldn’t be able to stand letting him go twice.

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Yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?

"I only see him as a friend, " the biggest lie I ever said

Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend, I just tripped and fell into his bed

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A/N: I intended for this fic to be a one-shot, but whoops it’s >10K words of feelings and smut. Part II coming tomorrow! Happy All Hallows’ Eve Eve!!

#reylo #reylo fanfic #reylo fic #kylo ren #ben solo #my fanfiction #sushigirlali #happy halloween rats

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Spooky Halloween Two-Shot Edition, part 2

The wall freezes over, and cracks away. Behind it you find a black void. “That can’t be good.”

Shank: "Eenie, meenie, minie, Fuck it this one.”

"Nice. Since you look human, i'm guessing your some flavor of mostly dead the old guy keeps as a conversation starter.”

"Please say you don't cobble body parts together and bring them back to life as flesh golems.” "No I believe that's the chap across the hall. My business is in cryonics.” "You work with tears? Ah yes, I’ve heard about that.”

He points to the giant machine, "It conditions the air around me to keep it cool. I think I'll call it... the Air Freeze-O-Matic.”

GM: Music, cats, formaldehyde.

“I could freeze the basement.”

"Darn it, in such a panic I forgot the windows disappeared. I want to get a hold of the guild jerk who said this would be a cake walk!” "Yeah, never heard of no fixer named Neal O'Tip before yesterday.”

"It's the Truck-kun, man: he hit us all and now we're on another world, man.”

"Let me guess, you came in to rob this old fart too huh?” Janna: “No, I’m just a ride along. I need money for orphans.” Shank: “…Possibly.” Janna: “You told me we were collecting dues!” Shank: “We are. Just with extra legal methods.” Rhett: "Dudes evil with a capital E. Cops don't care if we rob Evil.” Janna: “It’s still… vaguely… immoral!” Rhett: "Yeah, that's why we get chaotic heaven if we die on this job.”

"Look sexy nun lady, it’s perfectly alright and moral to do bad things to bad people.” “We can debate this later sexy snake lady. I mean regular snake lady.”

The front door opens to a strange alien landscape, a vast purple wasteland, mountains in the distance, and numerous alien moons hanging in the sky. "I saw this on a trip once, man.” "A trip to where?" “I say we take it then try to find a space pirate.” "And that is a huge nope. We are trapped here, they are is no way out. The basement or an ambush on the those giants are our only options. Game over, man, game over.” "I think that's my line?" Will [Hudson] takes out a script and puzzles over it.

“What’s that Bahamut? We should check the pendulums?”

"Bad luck. He left his pockets in his body.”

Shank: “Thank you Jar people. If we had more time we'd swipe all of you as well.”

You can hear the footsteps from down the hall. Shaundra turns to you guys, "You guys go, I'll keep him busy.” Shank: “Absolutely, person we just met.”

Shank: “Crisis of sexuality later. Escaping now.”

Rhett: ”Ebs, why's there a puce wire?” Nilta: "Because the creator was either a sadist or partially color blind.”

OOC: “ULSO, WE HAVE WORM SIGN THE LIKES OF WHICH BAHAMUT HAS NEVER SEEN!”

"Sir, you hired beings to acquire these items for you and then refused to pay them for their services. You have a huge debt and this is part of debt collection, I'm sorry we have to do this. Though after the nightmares we saw in your place I think you need to be shut down before you end the whole of reality with what you are experimenting in.” "Or I could kill you.” “I’m sure we can come to a mutual agreement.”

You find the horn, a bone white mastodon tusk, hollowed out and inlaid with gold. Will grabs it and toots.

"Leave her be for now, we need to survive long enough for our ride to get here." Janna’s head slowly turns its icy gaze on you. “JANNA WILL HAVE SNEK BOOTY.” "Um.....I think you need therapy, ma’am." “I have been told this, yes!”

"Death is on the roof with us this night!” "That isn't Death, Death is a hot goth girl.” "Death can take many forms. Mine was this complete dumbass human girl with blue hair.” "No, Death is a walking skeleton with an obsesion with cats."

“Bahamut shits bigger’ you.”

"Placing bets, how many years have we been missing, because that seems like the sort of eff-you tonight’s been throwing. Bidding starts with me at 5.”

GM: Congrats. You managed to all not die.

OOC: Basically that guy had been dead for a long time, and the air conditioner was keeping him alive. Morbo: "Biology does not work that way. Good night!”

OOC: I had several moments where I was going to suicidal charge, cause "dies" is my archetype here.

And all that was left of him were a pair of singed and smoking Slippers of Spider-Climb

Shank continued doing what he does best, stabbing people in dark alleys for money. Although his adventure made him consider his own mortality and the fate of his soul after his eventual death. His conclusion: No Jars. Cursed gem or better.

Weeks later, Will Hudson was found lying in a road, dying as if hit by a huge object traveling at great speed. Witnesses had reported strange lights and a roaring sound. His last words were, "Told you. Game….over…." Meanwhile the Terrible Old man slips Trunk Kun a 20 as he prepares two more jars in his room for Rhett and Will. "Two down, five more to go."

OOC: Classic horror Janna has to die as some kind of fucked up “proof” that homosexuality, witchcraft, and paganism will lead to your doom. OOC2: We just want horror and death. And the possibility of anyone being able to die. No guilt.

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #halloween #lovecraft

[fandom-blackhole]

My dear, you need to chill out because you are working magic in here. And what is this star wars inception moment going on. You ascended beyond the levels of higher plane.

Okay there are is this possibilities why Grogu tried to jump out from the stroller,

He remembered a scene from the action movie he watched with uncle Boba the other day,

Crest better watch out or Grogu will try to pull off Anakin jumping out the window in aotc,

Paz is a goofball who would simply name his chihuahua THE DOG,

Turns out pupper's name is Ad'ika,

Paz is a fan of sw as well and figured out since his dog is tiny, why not?

You and Paz doing Chewie and Leia cosplay,

Uncle Boba wants to buy Grogu real BB-8 used on the set,

But kiddo is only interested in this green hunter's merch,

Paz is a astrological freak, that's why he gave Grogu that book and the telescope,

Paz was taught in the army how to navigate by stars,

But now, selfcare king will tell you your exact rising and moon sign on demand,

Also tea-leaf-reading??

Paz is all about exploring different cultures, of course cuisines being the priority,

On the topic of food, Paz has a sweet tooth,

His fav treat?

Let's say you + whipped cream,

You both also tried thing called nyotaimori,

See, that's why he loves studying other cultures, there's always something interesting to learn...

Boba and you totally wrestled atop of huge dollar stacks after heist went according to plan,

He also, would like, casually, out of the blue would hijack you from work, take you onto his private jet and grant you a gateway vacation on his private island,

Also he likes to wrestle with you in his black lamborghini aventador,

There is not much space, so you have to get really close to each other,

Din is a sucker for massages,

He is constantly exhausted, spending all day running after little kiddos,

He especially loves nuru massage,

Overall, as a natural caregiver he only wants to give, he is truly selfless,

So you praise him, take care of him, hold him close and he gets all flustered,

But sometimes he can act differently,

Especially when you tease him about this Pedro guy,

Then he proves to you way he is better than some actor geared up in tin can,

Head heavy with thots now - 🐣

Listen I fucking live for shit like this, I couldn't stop my galaxy brain if I tried lmao jk, buuutttt.....

Ok so first off before I forget (God forbid) here are some things I thought about before answer this....

Paz taking you camping in the mountains of Colorado!!!! He takes you hiking and you go up the trolley to the top of Pikes Peak

Also, Paz knows the stars yea? Well STARGAZING with him while in Colorado!!!

Wrestling 👀👀 in your shared sleeping bag with Paz at night to 'stay warm'

Also, Paz + tattoos? Yes, no, maybe?

Now, how about a trip to the zoo with Din and Grogu???

Grogu's favorite exhibit is obviously the amphibians with all of the frogs and toads

Letting Grogu feed the giraffes, and letting him into the petting Zoo portion

You and Din look away for one second and the little gremlin is trying to eat the pellets you feed to the goats and you both scream "no!"

Making it up to him by buying him dipndots, specifically blue ones because he has an affinity towards blue things (frog lady's children and the macaroon things)

Buying Grogu the cutest little frog stuffy at the gift shop....

Okay so now to talk about what you sent, sorry I went on a tangent there....

Ok so Grogu running after the frog in season 1, Din jogs past a pond and he gets a glimpse of one and wants to be like anakin jumping onto the Droid except he wants to jump on the frog and catch it

Ad'ika?!?!? Omfg yeeesss its so cute

What about going as Chewing and Leia for Halloween?!?!?

And alternatively, making Din dress as the mandalorian, grogu as baby yoda, and you go as Omera????

What would Boba and reader go as though 🤔🤔🤔 (king and queen?angel and devil?1940s gangster and femme fatale?)

Paz being wiccan/pagan/witchy is so fucking gooooodddd

The second you gave your big three to Paz he K N E W you were the one

PAZ IS A KITCHEN WITCH!!!!! OMFG

Paz eating whipped cream off of you? 103820/10 fucking A M A Z ING

Now, I had no idea what nyotaimori was, but, fuck yeeeeess, he totally loves that

Also Paz enjoys trying foods that other cultures says are aphrodisiacs

Boba and you wrestling on top of a pile of money, god damn that is an image I didn't know I needed, but fuck did I

Boba totally steals you at the worst moments to take you to his private island, but he always makes it up to you *wink wink*

Boba always picks out your swim suits, just wanted to add that

Christening every single one of Boba's cars in every way possible, ESPECIALLY the black Lamborghini aventador

Din's back KILLS him from carrying tiny, but heavy, children around all day

Din loves when you use oils that smell of vanilla (idk why it just sounds right)

Nuru massage?!?! Fuck yes

He totally melts when you just rub on him like that, especially if its been a hard day....

Now, after you keep teasing him about this mother fucking Pedro dude, oh boy does he get revenge

The S E C O N D Grogu is asleep he has you pushed into the bed asking 'if that Pedro Pascal dude could take care of you like this'

.......

I just had a really bad thought.....

So Paz loves children, yeah, and he's always wanted a big family

But what if, when he got older he found out he was impotent, and couldn't have kids of his own?

So thats why he does so much with the children in the community and teaching Din's class once a month, because he's trying to fill that hole

Anywayyyyyy im gonna go cry about this part in particular......

(SEND ME THOTS!!!)

#🐣 anon #modern au #din djarin x reader #din x reader #boba fett x reader #boba x reader #paz vizsla x reader #paz x reader

[litwitlady]

whatever walked there, walked alone - part one

My Halloween fic which I love writing too much to abandon. Content warnings: mentions of child abuse, Alex is dead and not coming back to life, blood, emo poetry.

Michael Guerin exits the city limits and heads west. The sun is beginning to set, framing the mountains in flames of orange and red, painting the sky in purples and pinks. His phone GPS says the house is 13.3 miles from Roswell city center. A scant ten-minute drive.

A few miles later, the ironwork of the property’s fence comes into view. The house is hidden behind several large hawthorn and plum trees, creating a dense canopy that protects the mansion from the blazing desert sun.

Michael parks outside the gate and pulls a bolt cutter from the bed of his truck. The ornate ironwork is buried in English ivy. He clears the vines away and breaks through the chains locking the gate doors, swinging them open. They creak and moan as the rusty hinges strain after years of disuse.

It’s like walking into a dream. Or a nightmare. Another planet, maybe. The desert disappears and suddenly there’s thick grass beneath his boots. Flowers bloom despite the heavy tree coverage and everything green is overgrown. But the house is finally visible – the cornices crumbling, the menacing marble lions shrouded in yellowing moss.

A breeze rustles through the leaves, sending a shiver up Michael’s spine. He feels eyes on the back of his head and spins on his heels. A cat hops out of a maple tree, sending several birds flying from their perches. Michael laughs to himself and turns back towards the house.

Dead, drying leaves are scattered across the stone steps. The giant wood doors are also locked with chains. Michael makes quick work of them and pushes against the splinted oak. But the doors won’t budge. The moisture and heat have warped the wood. So, no matter how hard he pushes, there’s no give. With a sigh he climbs back down the stairs. Vows to come back the next day with the necessary tools.

And maybe not alone.

But as his boots sink back into the grass, he hears the doors open. A thick, musty scent settles in around him. When he glances over his shoulder, the doors are gaping at him like a hungry mouth ready to swallow him whole. The cat dashes past him, through the doors, and he swears he hears his name whispered from somewhere deep inside.

He swallows hard and pulls out his cell phone. But there’s no reception. If he’s being honest, he doesn’t want to go inside. Definitely not by himself. Wants, instead, to head back to Isobel’s and crawl inside his warm bed. Wants to forget this dilapidated old house even exists.

Michael takes several deep breaths, reclimbs the stairs. And then he forces himself to cross the threshold into the darkness.

The foyer floors are filthy. Covered in muck and grime, the black and white checkered marble barely visible. Spiderwebs crisscross from surface to surface, collecting dust and other debris he’d rather not think too much about. The windows are all curtained with heavy, velvet drapes – allowing no light to pass.

Michael runs his fingers along a gilded mirror, eyes catching on a group of picture frames still hanging from the garish floral wallpaper. He leans forward, blowing the dust from the glass. Sneezes several times. The photos show a family. Father, mother, and four boys – the youngest just a baby. In most of the pictures, the father is dressed in full military regalia. His wife pretty and unsmiling. The children with hands in pockets, devoid of that devilish charm so common to young boys.

He begins to notice a pattern as he follows the frames down the hallway. Three of the boys start to grow up – getting taller, shoulders broadening. But the youngest never grows past eight, maybe nine years old. Michael feels a sadness clutch at his heart. Wonders what happened to the little boy. Suspects it’s nothing good. And likely the reason the house has been left to rot for so long.

The cat reappears out of a hall closet. Michael startles and watches him dash towards the curving staircase, bounding up the stairs. He looks back at the front doors, making sure they are still open. The sunlight is entirely gone now. He pulls out his phone and clicks on the flashlight app. Continues further into the belly of the house.

In the kitchen, he finds the cabinet doors all removed – probably stolen by some house foraging flipper – but the bowls and plates left behind. An eight-burner stove takes up a third of the room. The gigantic commercial refrigerator another third. There are two center islands and clearly the kitchen was for catering lavish parties. Michael is unimpressed by the cold austerity of the space and is already mentally remodeling.

He putters through the cabinets and stumbles upon a collection of toddler-sized sippy cups. There are four – each with a boy’s name painted across the top. Clay, Gregory, Flint, and Alex. He reaches up and pulls the one labeled ‘Alex’ from the shelf. The cup is cracked and chipped around the rim. The tiny hairs on the back of his neck shiver, sending another chill down Michael’s spine. He drops the cup onto the floor, the crash echoing down the hallway.

Upstairs the cat screeches.

Michael hears his name whispered again.

And then the doors slam shut.

***

‘The house is haunted, Iz.’ They are at the grocery store, restocking for the week ahead.

She rolls her eyes at him while grabbing more cereal. ‘There’s no such thing as ghosts, Michael. It was just the wind.’

He stares back at her like she’s stupid. ‘There’s no such thing as aliens either. And there was no fucking wind.’

Isobel, hands on hips, stops mid-aisle. ‘The place is a gothic nightmare. It got in your head and freaked you out. The sooner you sell that place the better.’

Intellectually, Michael knows she must be right. But he can’t ignore doors closing on their own and floating voices calling his name.

‘Do you know what happened to the original family? I think their name was Manes?’ He’d pulled the old deed. There wasn’t much to go on other than the name Jesse Manes. ‘I don’t remember them from when we were kids.’

She grabs a bag of rice. ‘Jesse Manes was a General in the Air Force. Served as Chief of Staff to the entire USAF when we were in high school. Really big deal. His kids all went to some military academy on the east coast.’

‘Was? Is he dead?’ He sneaks two boxes of pop-tarts into the cart.

‘Not that I know of. He was dishonorably discharged. Not too long after his youngest son died. Something about an extortion scandal.’ Isobel shrugs her shoulders and turns onto the next aisle.

‘His youngest son? The little boy – Alex.’

She narrows her eyes at him. ‘Alex Manes. Yes. But he was 28 when he died. Killed overseas. Maybe he’s your ghost.’

‘Wait – that doesn’t make sense. That house looks like it’s been abandoned for at least a decade.’ He tries to do the math in his head. Three years might lead to some broken windows and cobwebs, but not the level of decay he’d discovered. The grime on the floors alone would have taken at least twice as long. And the bannister was literally rotting.

‘Don’t know what to tell you. Happened three years ago. I was working with the General on a military fundraising event. And then, poof! He was just gone. Nothing left behind but newspaper gossip. And that house.’ She looks down at her shopping list. ‘I’m going to grab some milk – meet you at checkout.’ She gives a little wave and rolls off.

Michael leans against the row of shelves. Thinks about what Isobel’s told him. He doesn’t know why Edna May Rollings bequeathed the property to him in her will. Or all that money. Sure, he’d mowed her grass a few times – changed her oil. But the Manes property was worth well over a million dollars.

Nothing was making any sense.

*

Later that afternoon, Michael decides to do his own research at the town library. He pulls up article after article from the Roswell Gazette highlighting the many philanthropic endeavors of the Manes family. Jesse Manes often lauded as a hero. His sons all highly decorated military officers themselves.

In all the articles, he only finds mention of an Alex Manes once. In his obituary dated October 14, 2018. The paper mentions he’d been killed by IED while serving in Iraq. There’s a grainy, black and white photo above the obit. Captain Alexander Manes in his uniform, blank expression on his face. And it’s a good face – cheekbones for days, expressive eyes, and a full bottom lip. Michael stops for a minute to admire the handsome soldier and to lament his early demise.

He pulls out his notebook and writes down the names mentioned in the obituary. All of the survivors – mother, father, brothers, distant relatives. Surely, one of them lives within driving distance. If not, there’s always the phone or email. He intends to find some answers.

Michael leaves the library and drives to the Roswell cemetery. The plots are arranged alphabetically, for the most part. And he finds the Manes family relatively easily. Alex’s tombstone is the white marble of fallen soldiers. But there’s no inscription beyond his name or the relevant dates of birth and death. It’s odd not to see a ‘beloved son’ or ‘cherished brother’. He’s beginning to suspect the Manes family buried more than just their son three years ago.

*

The next day Michael heads back to the house. But this time he’s not alone. He’s accompanied by an entire cleaning crew and Isobel. Who merely intends to rifle through the family’s forgotten belongings and steal whatever trinkets catch her eye. And to tease him mercilessly about his ghost.

Michael does his best to avoid everyone. He has his own mission in mind and doesn’t want to be disturbed. The upstairs hallway leads to all the main bedrooms – master on the left and the four smaller rooms on the right. Each of the secondary bedrooms is nearly identical in shape and size. Except for last room – tiny and dark. A single bed compared to the doubles next door. He knows deep in his bones that this was Alex’s room.

A terrific sadness envelops him when he steps inside. He tries to flip the light switch, but nothing happens – the only light whatever sun fights its way through the dirty window.

Michael starts there – wiping the glass clean. He sweeps and mops the floor, dusts the baseboards, and removes the cobwebs. Opening the closet door, he finds a torn cardboard box tucked inside. Pulling back the battered flaps, he discovers several yellowing journals. Pages and pages of scribbled notes and poems and the various ramblings of a teenage boy. He takes the journals to his truck immediately, stashing them beneath his seat.

As the day stretches into night, there’s no sign of any ghosts. No weird noises. No strange whispers. Isobel has taken every mirror in the house among several crystal dishes. Most of the rooms are as spotless as they’re going to get, the smell of bleach giving him a headache. But the place is starting to feel less creepy.

After everyone else leaves, Michael takes one more trip up to Alex’s bedroom. Sits in the middle of the room and waits. For what, he’s not sure. A presence maybe. Which he knows is insane, but something or someone called his name the day before.

The sun is nearly gone. The room is dark and still. That sadness from earlier still pushes at him, but he doesn’t feel afraid. Oddly enough, he feels safe and warm. And then the floor creaks. Not just once. Over and over again. Like someone’s pacing from the window to the bed and back again.

‘Hello?’ His voice sounds scratchy, dry and nervous.

The footsteps stop. Michael’s breath catches as he strains to listen. ‘Alex? Alexander Manes?’ Something blows across the back of his neck. He swallows but stays still.

‘I’m going to bring your journals back. I promise.’ Making a ghost angry is probably a bad idea. ‘I just wanted to get to know you better.’

Nothing happens. And he feels a sinking sense of loss.

*

At Isobel’s later that night, Michael is curled up in his bed staring at Alex’s journals. He’s anxious about reading them. Worries that what he’ll discover is worse than anything he could have ever imagined. Worries that he’ll meet someone in these journals that he’ll come to love. Someone that he’s already lost.

The first journal is marked 2003. It’s plain black with a Further Seems Forever sticker peeling along the spine. Opening to the first page, Michael is struck by how neat the handwriting is. His own is nothing but chicken scratch. But this kid wrote in neat, tidy letters – not a smudge in sight.

July 2003

Today I am a teenager. And I missed mom for the first time in forever. I came home and dad was drinking. Started yelling at me to put his ladder back where I’d found it. But I never, ever touched his stupid ladder. That was Flint. He didn’t care. And now my ribs hurt. Happy Birthday, Alex.

I’ve only been home for two weeks, but I already want to go back to school.

Michael’s fists clench but he continues.

August 2003

Flint got his learner’s permit today. Dad is teaching him how to drive stick. Will probably even buy him a car to take back to school. I fucking hate Flint.

I wrote a poem or maybe a song that I actually like. Here it is:

‘The hallways are empty

And I am blind

Locked in this castle

Where no one is kind’

I know that’s not much. But it’s a start. Been saving up for my guitar. Greg is going to buy it for me once I have enough money.

September 2003

It’s because I’m gay. Why he beats me and no one else. I will try so hard not to be gay anymore.

Tears burn Michael’s eyes. He picks up another journal. This one gray with lots of cartoon doodles marring the cloth cover.

September 2007

Senior year has begun. The Academy finally feels bearable. No upperclassmen to avoid. My fucking dad has me flying out this weekend to interview at the Air Force Academy in Colorado. Fourth son, fourth branch of the military. None of us got a choice, but of course he saved the Air Force for me. Of fucking course.

I snuck out with Maria last week to sing at an open mic night at her mom’s bar. I’ve never felt like that before – enjoying all those eyes on me. Most times I just want to disappear. Forget I exist. There was a guy – curly hair, big hazel eyes. He was beautiful and I worked up enough to courage to talk to him, but he wouldn’t stop staring at Maria. So.

I guess someone at the Pony must have known my dad. Because he was waiting up for me when I crawled back through my bedroom window. I didn’t beg this time. Just let him do what he was going to do. Honestly, I felt like I deserved it. For thinking that guy might actually want to talk to me.

Michael stops breathing. He tries to recall a night at the Pony from fourteen years ago. But he can’t remember ever meeting Alex. He had dated Maria, briefly. Maybe it wasn’t him – maybe he wasn’t the curly-haired, hazel-eyed boy. But the possibility lingers thick in his chest.

December 2007

I’m not going home for Christmas. Even though mom has agreed to show up for appearance’s sake. A perfect fake fucking family. I won’t be missed. Dad laughed when I called and told him. Called me a coward and hung up. He won’t have his favorite punching bag and I hope that means he won’t turn his fists to someone else. Like mom.

Things with Danny haven’t progressed at all. I thought he was flirting with me at the football game, but he hasn’t talked to me since. He’s shy though – kind of like me – so I think I may still have a chance. He’s not going home either – his parents are overseas on some mission trip. Maybe I will be brave enough to kiss him. I’ve never kissed anyone and I’m already 17. Pathetic.

January 2008

Sometimes I look up at the stars

And your eyes look back at me

Filled with the fire of an exploding sun

Sometimes I look up at the stars

And there’s nothing there at all

Just empty space, hollow and undone

So, Danny is dating a townie girl. I’m always so, so stupid. But I’m not giving up on myself no matter how hard this world tries to beat me down. And it’s trying pretty damn hard.

March 2008

Dear Alex,

you are blue and black and yellow

bent and bowed like the dying myrtle tree outside that window

your pliant plentiful petals putrefying in the blades of summer grass

you are unseen and forgotten, disgraced by the midday sun

blown apart like the dandelion waste of suburban landscapes

wilted and wallowed and left without a trace of your own dignity

June 2008

My father’s hands have spent so much time taking. Splitting me open and unthreading the blood, the sweat, the tears of me. Spilling my insides and then stuffing the gore back deep in the darkest recesses of my heart.

I want hands that will take but give something back, leave something behind. Hands that will heal and stitch the splintered parts back together. Hands that will shape the dark edges of me into something bright like hope. I want hands with wings to fly me out of this nightmare.

But instead I’m going to war.

After Alex graduates the military academy, there are no more journals until 2017. Michael spends the next several hours poring over the earlier ones – meticulously kept records of a broken childhood. One abuse after another. Cracked ribs, a shattered wrist, and a never-ending deluge of bruises.

But also, so many dreams. Alex was a hopeful kid, despite the sad poetry, with music in his future. There are pages and pages of songs – the scratching down of harmonies and verses. Intricate details of chord progressions and key changes. Michael grabs his own guitar, strums through some of Alex’s notes. The songs are simple but refined. He wishes he could hear them sung with Alex’s voice.

The 2017 journal stares at Michael from his nightstand. It’s dirty and pocket-sized, bent and beaten at the edges. Caked in blood. He opens to the first page. Alex is in Iraq – the place where he dies – and Michael’s not sure he wants to read further. But he also can’t stop himself.

November 2017

The desert here is different. Hotter, I think. I am always sweating and never clean.  

February 2018

There was a boy. In the carnage. Riddled with bullets. Bullets that may have been my own. I tried to feel something. I did, really. I tried.

March 2018

Only two more months. And then one war exchanged for another. Clay is getting married. I think I’d rather stay here.

The next several pages are stuck together with the dull, brown ink of dried blood. Michael can’t make out more than a word or two through the thick stains, but the entries seem longer and more rambling. The back half of the journal is empty – filled with nothing but blood splatter.

Michael pulls out his laptop. Something about the timeline feels off. Alex’s obit and his tombstone both marked his date of death as October 14, 2018. That’s months after this journal stopped. Months after whatever nightmare caused all this bleeding. He thinks briefly about calling Liz and asking her to ID whoever all this blood belonged to.

He googles ‘Alexander Manes Iraq death’ and nothing obvious pops up in the searches. But on the next page he sees a newspaper article from a Virginia paper, clicks it open. It’s from summer 2018 and includes a list of purple heart recipients. A Captain Alexander Manes among the names.

So, he made it home. Hurt but alive. Michael’s best guess is that he returned to Iraq before his death in October.

He runs several searches for Alex’s brothers. He gets a hit on a Gregory Manes. Local newspaper photo of him with several kids from a science fair. The school is near a reservation in the northwest corner of the state. He jots the information down but decides to start a little closer to home.

People in Roswell must know the Manes family. And so that’s where he’ll begin. Starting with local business owners. First thing in the morning.

#malex #malex fic #halloween fic #whatever walked there walked alone #i am reposting after my hissy fit #i like writing this #i really do #letting autumn come early this year

[lucarioisinthevoid]

Have Simon and Mike ever been on a date?

Well, my sources say that they did indeed have a First Date at some point, made Cinnamon French Toast a while later, and even went out on Halloween calling it a Pick of the Patch! (Okay, but seriously, click these links, support these people, they’re fantastic and you’re sick of my shit, they made their own damn work and they did it AMAZINGLY. Seriously. CLICK THE LINKS. ENJOY THE WORKS. CHECK OUT MORE OF THEIR WORKS. And leave them some love by commenting/kudos, it is always such an amazing gift for a creator! It would be really kind of you guys!) But well, seeing as they now have some more time for this kind of thing…

They had been driving through the desert-esque area for a few hours now, or at least it felt like it. Time was hard to tell right now, but in the good way, in the comforting way. Mike was driving the van at the moment- they tended to switch up, aside from night driving, which Mike always did, as Simon struggled with seeing at night too well due his calibration. Maybe they’d find a way to fix it, but frankly, Mike didn’t care that his boyfriend was a little bit night-blind. The reason he was driving right now though, was because he wanted to reach a certain spot. Simon was reading a book Mike had given him out loud, providing both the pleasure of hearing his comforting voice, as well as him finally getting through it- Mike had been badgering him for weeks to do so. The ending is what made it worth it! Smiling to himself at that memory, Simon flipped a page to a new chapter- taking a short break to look outside. “… Mike, where are we going?” “Motherfucking guess.” The man seemed in a good mood, smiling deviously. “… is that the Grand Canyon?” “Yup!” Excited Mike looked forward, keeping his eyes on the road. “I always wanted to see this stupid place. I bet the sight from above is AMAZING. And the sunset! The sunset will be incredible! Can you imagine being that close to the stars-“ For a moment Simon thought there was some reason visiting the Grand Canyon was a bad idea- That thought however was swept SWIFTLY to the side as he realized something. “Mike…” “Hm?” “… is this a date?” Softly Simon asked. Instantly the generally aggressive guy grew a bright shade of red- like during the date they had been on before. And the one before that. AND the one before that one. It would probably never stop. “I- well- I mean- if you-“ He took a breath. “YES. Yes it fucking IS. Is there a PROBLEM?” Laughing the Phone Guy stretched himself, looking out with newfound interest. “… thank you.” “You- yeah- I mean- again, I always wanted to see it. And just climbing around the Grand Canyon while no one is around? That would be pretty fucking cool, right?!” “You mean while no one- uh- can hear you scream?” “EXACTLY. See, you get it.” Pleased Mike looked shortly at him, then at the road again. Watching him, feeling at peace, Simon leaned back, letting the late summer sun shine onto him. The thing with Mike was that he really loved abandoned places. Deep, dark forests, mountains off the beaten path, a hut in an area that otherwise had only cornfields… when Mike wanted to be romantic, he brought him there. And dear god, he was the only person on this planet who was allowed to ask for something like this without being demanded to step away at least twenty feet and stay put while the police is being informed. No… he was looking forward to this. They had been climbing around, not for long, for a good amount of time though. It was nice- the feeling of the rock under their fingers, the noise of wind and the sun reflecting on the ground far, far below them- reflecting in a river that seemed tiny from up there. Dangerous? Maybe. Maybe it was VERY dangerous, actually. But they were tough- they had been through so much, both of them were completely convinced that if either of them would fall, they would survive it. Somehow. The sight from up here was beautiful, it had been worth it. And finally, the taller of the two seemed to have spotted something. “There! We can sit on there!” “Oh- fuck yeah, that looks pretty sweet!” Getting out a soft outside blanket, they sat down on the little ledge and took out some food, making themselves as comfortable as possible to witness the sunset that was approaching. Both of them were leaning against each other- safe from wind and weather, on the still warm stone radiating heat through the blanket. “… it is beautiful.” Mike mumbled, hiding his face a little in the shoulder and neck of his partner. Being sincere was embarrassing, but- He wanted to be sincere right now. And when nobody was nearby for miles and miles… then it was okay, right? Gently Simon cupped his face, kissing him- to the best of his abilities- with his smooth dial. “That it is, Mike.” Intertwining their fingers, they looked both out at plane that was colored in gold, orange and black by the late and sleepy sun. Silence was between them, the restful kind of silence… Until finally the first few stars started shining above them. Laying down on his lap, Simon was staring up at the sky, trying to see if he could count them, now that there were only so few of them. Mike played with his phone cord, staring up too. “You know… when I was young, I always wanted to be an astronaut.” Mike started. “… I didn’t like thinking about my future, but sometimes, when looking at the sky at night, it felt like there was a place for me. I imagined leaving everything behind and trying to- I don’t know. It was only about being somewhere else. Somewhere, where other things mattered.” Simon snickered, gently. “… it’s always either a dinosaur or a space phase, isn’t it?” “Hey! I had both! They’re just fucking cool, okay?” “Didn’t mean to tease you! Uh- actually, it’s better than my phase.” Curiously the sitting man glanced down. “… how so?” “Oh, I- I had a Greek mythology phase.” Nervous Simon laughed. “And… that in itself wouldn’t actually have been a problem, if I wouldn’t have learned all the things I knew about it from cartoons and comics. Like- the one cartoon where Odysseus was on the ship and had this owl and-“ “Never watched it. Always fucking hated cartoons.” The guy scoffed, before pausing. “Maybe… we should watch it together… someday.” “… I’d really like to.” Enjoying Mike’s touch for a moment, he almost forgot to continue what he wanted to say- wait, right. “Uh- anyhow, so I learned it all from child-friendly media and… when we had the Greek mythology in class, a few years after that, I felt like such an expert. I explained the entire cartoon to my class. The, uh- the teacher seemed- not upset, but it seemed to hurt his soul to have to tell me that the original story wasn’t exactly like that.” For a moment he paused, thinking about it. Then he continued. “… I played with Ian a lot in the garden- on the good days I mean. Yeah, on the good days when I could convince him to come out with me… and we played these myths and gave them our own twists, because we were of course a lot smarter than the greeks. Why didn’t they think of what WE thought of?” Quietly he chuckled. “… morals in stories were always lost on me.” “At least you got SOME parts of the mythology. The closest I ever got to understanding any mythology stuff was with what Rick Riordan spoonfed to me.” “… who?” “Ah fuck- an author. I gotta make you read his work sometimes.” Mike shook his head. “He’s great, I swear- but that’s not the point. I think. What was the point again?” “… was there supposed to be a point to this?” Both looked confused at each other, before Mike facepalmed, hiding a bit of a smile. “Aw fuck, look at us. Terminal dementia. Each day our brains get consumed more.” They laughed a little, the sky having now turned fully into a dark blue, covered in glitter and stripes, dominated by a large full moon. Finally, Simon sat up again, looking down. “… I want to get to the river.” “In the dark?” “In the dark.” Mike grinned. “Madlad.” Turning on the lights inside of his head, Simon lit the way, while Mike checked the route for the safest pathway around. This SEEMED to be at least some sort of semi-normal route- not too safe, certainly not around this time of day, but it wasn’t a straight up wall. Hell, they had useful gear with them too. It was somewhat safe! Kinda, a little, mostly! But it did take a while. No matter, they were moving together, chatting and teasing each other, so it felt like no time was passing at all- the only thing showing the progression of time was the moon above, slowly moving through the sky. When they arrived down at the water, it was wonderful. The gentle sound of it moving along the river’s edge, the wind playing with the surface, coloring patterns into it with the rocks on the ground. Not that this was easy to see- all that was really visible was the silver and black playing with each other. The noise still was reassuring though, enough to make Mike creep up to the edge, ensuring he wouldn’t accidentally drop in, softly pulling Simon behind him, until they arrived at the closet spot they could, sitting down one more time. Playfully Mike splashed at Simon, who raised an arm to shield himself, rolling his eyes- though with a bemused smile. He dipped the tips of his fingers into the water, enjoying how cold and clear it felt. Then he looked up once more, the stars now feeling framed by the walls around them. “… you know- places like these… they feel so much more real.” “Hm?” Mike leaned back, curious. “What is that supposed to mean?” “Oh, uh- y’know. It feels like… this is a place beyond time. I know there’ll be a tomorrow, but while I’m here with you- it feels like- it feels different. As if just we exist and nothing else. I, uh- I kinda like it. I hope that isn’t weird. I- I don’t actually want everything else to disappear, but-” Embarrassed he laughed. “Sorry, I think I ruined the moment-“ “Simon. I love you.” Mike stood there, between shadows and moonlight, his expression was hard to see and even harder to read- but his voice showed it all, every little bit of it. “… I love you too, Mike.” Taking his hands into his own, Simon smiled at him. Feeling… … happy. All good things had to end though. Perking up, Simon frowned, leaning to the side to try and look behind Mike. “Uh- can you hear that?” In the far distance… … ‘yarrrr—rr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r!’ Mike DIDN’T turn. “… is it the sound of a pirate Foxy?” “Uh. Yes.” “… on a raft?” “… yeah…” “Coming right towards us?” “Well- uh- yes.” “With violent intentions?” “Most likely.” Slowly Mike sighed, slowly turning around. “… they always find us, don’t they.” The Fox jumped off the raft, his hook shining in the dim light, along with his teeth. “YAA-AA-AR! I AM THE FOXY OF THE CANYON LAKE! I HAVE SPEND DECADES DOWN HERE, GUARDING MY TREASURES! WHO ARE YEEE TO ENTER MY- MY- MY PLACE THING. MY TERRITORY!!” “Buddy, pal, friend, for fuck’s sake, we’re just having a walk. We’re not even on the river. We’re not on your territory.” Foxy’s golden eye shined. “Arrr… is that you? My arch nemesis? FREDDY’S MICHELANGELO?!” Baffled Mike stared at him, before rubbing his face. “That- that is not my name- ah you know what, fuck it.” As Mike rolled up his sleeves and got out a taser, Simon fell back. “You got this honey!” “… yeah, yeah, fuck you too.” He signed at the fox. “Get the fuck over here, filthy pretend-pirate.” “WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, YOU FILTHY! F-FILTHY! URGH- LAND-DWELLER!? I’LL MAKE YEE WALK THE PLANK FOR THAT!” With that the epic fight broke out.

#epilouge #mike schmidt #phone guy #microphone

[eirenare]

Some things I noticed + some good amount of theorizing/speculation

First of all: guys, you might want to see the official video with the English subs on if you haven’t done it because they sub more than just voice-over

If anyone was doubting if that ship was rising (hi, “Pirates from the Caribbean” vibes) from below water and ice, or water and stone, just know that the subs at that point say “ground breaking apart”. If a starship raising from the ground like a zombie isn’t fucking scary and awesome (and spooky just like Palpatine’s throne, Happy Halloween lol), then I don’t know anymore

Also, the subs help if you have troubles recognizing voices like I do

But well, getting into the speculation...

1) the “space island”(Kijimi?)

Again: admiring the beauty of that white-blue "space island” because, honestly, it’s stunning

Kijimi or not (I have a feeling it’s not), thinking about the montains though they look so ethereal. I don’t know if it’d be possible for it to be ice, or something... But what if that island’s a cluster of kyber that Palpatine may have been using in secret?

Plot twist intensifies: I don’t think this would happen, but imagine if the island they were referring to in TFA was in truth this strange island?

2) the cannon

There’s a scene on previous footage of a laser destroying mountains, and now we were shown a super cannon and the ships were flying “low”, so... maybe that’s the cannon that fires that laser?

Also am I the only one that saw that ship firing on it as it did a barrel roll and thought of Ben? I don’t think it’d be him, but can you imagine if it was him and he tried to stop it but couldn’t (or could and it didn’t fire to full capacity or something) like when the TFA laser?

3) Ben’s expression

You know that image we got some time ago, of Ben sitting inside his TIE all wet and muddied?

Well, so, either he ends up getting dirty more than once in TROS, or what the image shows happens after the Death Star encounter with Rey

Honestly? I don’t know how to read his expression:

4) Monaghan’s unnamed character

This is interesting... Why haven’t they revealed his character’s name yet? Or any info about him? We’ve gotten Babu Frik’s name, Boolio’s, for example, and Babu Frik at least seems to have some interesting stuff to do going on

So, what’s up with Monaghan’s character?

This might sound crazy, but... What if he’s a Knight of Ren (who are mysteriously absent from the trailer) that deflected and became an ally of the Resistance?

5) More characters

I’ve been reading on Twitter about the huge amount of ships on that scene, about what each of them is, and apparently the Ghost ship from “Star Wars: Rebels” could be there? Saying “apparently” because it could be just any other unit of that ship, yes, but maybe they’re bringing together other characters from the canon for this ending?

6) *cackles in Solo*

Crazy as fuck thought over here, but let’ go because whatever, why not

Imagine if they’ve played us like a fiddle with this being the last movie of the Skywalker saga... because TROS ends with Ben Solo. Imagine they end up making a sequel of “Solo” (in any form of media) with him and Rey?

Honestly I’d die of excitement and happiness, but not before having a good laugh first

#Reylo #TROS theories #TROS speculation #TROS theorizing #TROS theory

[pretzel-emoji-anon]

I dare you to do all of the crayon asks :)

Bubble Gum: Gender? - who knows. Last night in a dream I had someone referred to me as agender and that made me feel great so probably agender

Almond: Hair color? - dark blonde but I wish I could dye it 😔 my mom doesn’t let me dye my hair though because it’d cause “””too much damage””” as if brushing my hair when it’s still wet and using hair dryers and th e unholy amount of hair products I use doenst already kill my scalp👀

Aquamarine: Eye color? - Grayish blue,,,,,,, they used to be really light blue but have since dulled

Asparagus: Birthday? - my mom doesn’t let me post that on the Interwebs 😔 but with the updated zodiacs I’m a Aries

Cerise: First name? - still figuring that out, but my ~borthname~ is 4 letters and has a red vibe

Dandelion: Middle name? - it’s 5 letters and has an orange vibe

Leather Jacket: Long or short hair? - short hair is more manageable, but I prefer having long hair. I used to have hair that went down to my ass but I chopped it off and donated it, then let it grow out again, then chopped it even shorter and donated it again.

Pink Sherbert: Short or tall? - I’m low key like average height?? Idk if 5’3” is particularly short or y’all since it’s all relative. I’m taller than you👀👀👀

Lavender: Braces? - I had braces for several years and got them off this year

Manatee: Smoker or non smoker? - I do not smoke because smoking is Not Cool™️

Mountain Meadow: Drank or still drink alcohol? - I drank Champaign like twice and it’s yuck as fuck

Wisteria: Ever done drugs? - technically yes? “Drugs” is a very broad terms

Emerald: Favorite thing about yourself? - I can play the Entertainer by Scott Joplin in the piano really really fast (or at least a simplified version, I don’t think it’s rhe real deal)

Black Shadows: Something you’re allergic to? - practically every type of tree pollen, three types of other plants, the grass in my front yard, cats, dogs, and possibly gold (long story that involves earrings and U8 girls rec soccer)

Denim: Any diseases? - hopefully not ?

Raw Umber: Sexual orientation? - omnisexual but I might be demisexual? Also might be Reciproromantic or platoniromantic or some combo of the two

Misty Moss: Kissed anyone other than family? - no ;-;

Outer Space: Had sex? - no, I’m babey

Shadow: Name of crush? - none at the moment? I think?

Smashed Pumpkin: Why you like the person you do? - this post is already really long and a good response would be like a 1K word 4 paragraph essay 😔

Magic Mint: Number of people you dated? - 4, all long-distance and online

Steel Teal: Longest time you’ve dated someone? - a little over two months but still going strong :D

Thistle: Number of best friends? - uhhh a few? idk?

Eggplant: Number of siblings? - two older siblings

Fuchsia: Number of pets? - none ;—;

Plum: Still live with parent(s)? - yep

Razzmic Berry: Name of your mother? - G e r t r u d e

Sonic Silver: Name of your father? - This Is Dan™️ (inside joke in my family because of how he always answers the phone,,, Dan is actually his middle name but whatever)

Sea Serpent: Both parents still alive? - to my knowledge, yes

Eucalyptus: Country you live in? - the United States of America™️™️™️™️

Salmon: Place you wish to live or visit? - Greece, Sweden, England, or Italy,

Winter Sky: Number of days missed from school this year? - only a handful

Mystic Maroon: Met anyone famous? - not that I know of

Dark Venetian Red: Dream job? - writing! Maybe also being a comic book writer although that involves a lot of complications and teamwork👀

Radical Red: Aesthetic? - idk I’m just ten different tribes stacked on top of each other in a trench coat

Malachite: Something you love? - reading literature like a professor™️

Moonstone: Something you love the smell of? - Yankee Candle’s signature “pink sands” candle

Bittersweet: Favorite music artist? - Fall Out Boy, Taylor Swift, or Marina

Lemon Glacier: Favorite album? - the Family Jewels by Marina

Inchworm: Favorite song? - I have a lot of favorite songs 😔 atm probably Shampain by Marina

Scarlet: Favorite book? - the Ode Less Travelled by Stephen Fry or Batman: Under the Red Hood by Judd Winick

Unmellow Yellow: Favorite TV show? - Milo Murphy’s Law

Wild Blue Yonder: Favorite movie? - Heathers (1988) is the first that comes to mind

Blue Bell: Favorite restaurant? - there was this fast food place a few hours away that had really good tater tots but it closed down 😔 and it’s not a chain so it doesn’t exist anywhere else so I’ll never get those tots again😔. Other than that, Sweet Tomatoes™️ which also closed down😔

Medium Orange: Favorite fruit? - probably cherries, oranges, or lemons

Mulberry: Favorite vegetable? - s q u a s h

Canary: Favorite class in school? - English because I’m a literature nerd :p

Periwinkle: Favorite website? - tommymcmurty.com, slight nsfw warning, it’s a long story?

Black: Favorite season? - autumn, because leaves go cronch and the weather’s nice

Ruby: Favorite holiday? - Halloween :D

Midnight: Favorite day of the week? - Thursday’s have a nice vibe

Maximum Purple: Favorite time of day? - 1am is when I’m most productive

Permanent Geranium Lake: Favorite flower? - hibiscuses! They’re pretty and taste good and make great tea!

Sea Green: Favorite animal? - zebras! Or platypi! Or cats! Or turtles! I like a lot of animals!

Timberwolf: Movie theater or Netflix? - theater

Blizzard Blue: Buying music or downloading from YouTube? - downloading from YouTube, and when I say downloading I mean screenrecording it 👀👀👀

#swearing tw #food mention #family mention #long post #there are probably a ton of spelling errors

[shutupandshipit]

Magic in the Blood - Ch.6

Summary: “You used magic on me,” Neil said, mildly accusing. He opened his eyes, staring into the glowing honey gold of Andrew’s eyes.

“Don’t I always?”

Instead of answering, Neil asked, “Yes or no?” because his hands were aching to run along Andrew’s skin, up his toned thighs, to tug him down over him. …..

Or where everything is the same, but magic exists. The school year is over, there’s no more practices until mid-summer and for the first time, Neil can spend his time the way he wants. Without suppressants muddling his system and Andrew sober, they’ve got magical and logistical issues to work through.

And then there’s the new Foxes when they show which is a whole other magical nightmare of itself.

Pairing: Andreil

Rating: T

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Chapter 7 -> Next

Chapter 6: New York City, New York Part 2

Andrew:

“So, that's... going well,” Dan said carefully and uncomfortably while they watched bread bake in Randy Boyd's kitchen.

The entire house smelled of yeast and wheat, a heady scent that enveloped him warmly. The smell made Andrew crave home even though none of the places he'd stayed had ever smelled like that. They'd never been home. Fox Tower was the closest, but that was temporary. In three more years, he'd be gone and on to somewhere new while he waited for Neil to finish his last year. When he finally had a home of his own, one he made himself with Neil in his bed and space for family to visit, he wanted it to smell like baking bread all the time. There was nothing he wanted more, and he so rarely craved anything that his want was overwhelming.

Andrew looked at Dan, but didn't answer.

“I just mean that the two of you seem really happy. Happier than I've seen either of you.”

“You've never seen us off the court.”

“I have. A little. Eden's on Halloween. Spring Break in the mountains. Baltimore-”

Andrew's eyes cut a hard line at her. “We're not talking about Baltimore. Never bring it up.”

Dan raised her hands, palms out. “I'm just saying,” she continued, “I'm happy for you. If anyone deserves to be happy, it's you two.” She paused, frowning. “Well, Neil for sure. You've done some really sketchy shit that I still think could have been handled better. As long as you don't book Neil a ticket to hell alongside your first class ticket, I think it'll be fine. He's happy with you.”

“We wouldn't be foxes if we got what we deserved,” Andrew muttered, “And Neil managed to book his ticket a long time ago. He didn't need my fucking help.”

Dan laughed, and a sly smirk slid onto her face. “So, who's walking who down the aisle when you two get married? I think Matt would walk Neil if he asked.”

Matt and Neil stepped into the kitchen, Neil oblivious to the conversation as he explained a play he'd watch in a game with Kevin.

Matt raised an eyebrow at them as Dan let out another laugh as Andrew's expression soured.

“Don't got giving anyone stupid ideas.”

“It's not a stupid idea,” Dan said, still laughing.

Neil glanced away from Matt, grinning as he asked, “What's a stupid idea? What are you guys talking about?”

“Nothing,” Andrew replied before Dan could say anything.

…..

“Andrew, it's nice to finally really meet you!” Randy Boyd cried enthusiastically as she pushed into the dining room around Matt and Dan. She approached Andrew with arms thrown wide before anyone could stop her. “I can finally thank you!”

Matt was at the door, watching the exchange wearily. “Mom, I wouldn't-” he started, but her arms were already around Andrew.

Andrew stood stock still in her embrace, unable to move as nausea roiled through his stomach. Normally, he would have had a knife out before she'd ever gotten close enough to touch her, but something about her, whether that had been her strength magic or the fact that she reminded her of his foster mother, had frozen him in place. Her magic reached out to greet his, grabbing onto his magic. It jerked away from her, spikes shooting out to protect him, but they didn't do anything.

“You did so much for my son. I can never thank you enough, but I'd like to try,” Randy murmured warmly in his ear.

A tremble threatened to wrack his body, and he forcibly held it in check in the middle of his chest. Ice and acid poured into his system simultaneously.

He still couldn't move.

A hand pressed against his back, familiar and strong, warm with magic that slid along his skin. Sticky heat enveloped him in the smell of rain, and off in the distance, he heard thunder roll. Despite knowing that everything was merely a hallucination caused by Neil's magic trying to comfort him, he couldn't help but believe it was reality.

“It's nice to meet you, Ms. Boyd. Matt's told us a lot about you,” Neil said conversationally as he extracted Andrew from her grip.

He turned and found the closest bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He stood over the toilet, panting as saliva pooled in his mouth.

Randy Boyd's magic had slipped beneath his skin in search of his own, and stayed there. It bounced through his body, looking for an out that his body wasn't equipped for. He didn't have an outlet for destructive magic, his fingers only meant for the healing and protection magics he was so adept at. The only time he'd tried strength magic, he'd broken his fingers.

The saliva that slipped from his lips was black with his tainted magic.

The light tap of fingertips on the bathroom door was like gunshots in his skull. He flinched, dropping to his knees.

“Andrew?” Neil's voice was barely audible unlike the concern laced through his words. The door eased open, and Andrew cursed Neil's lockpicking abilities as he closed the door behind him. He sat down on the floor beside him, staring at the side of his face. “Are you sick?” He leaned in, pulling Andrew's bangs out of his face. “What's that black stuff?”

“Magic.”

“Randy's?”

Andrew's response was to wretch, black and mustard yellow splattering the bowl. “I'll be done soon,” he gasped.

Neil moved closer, his breath warm and moist against Andrew's ear.

With strength magic in his veins and Neil's body so close, he couldn't stop the memories. He couldn't stop his immediate reaction.

'You look so perfect when you're under me.'

His magic burst from him in near lethal spikes, covering his body as he snarled, “Don't touch me!”

Neil was retreating before he spoke, as soon as Andrew went rigid, hands thrown up. His back hit the door, and overhead, the lights flickered as mist oozed from his pores. Lightning flickered through his eyes.

“Don't touch me,” Andrew snarled again, unable to feel anything but Drake's weight and breath and magic on him. He wondered what he looked like to Neil, feral and animalistic with his eyes shining cold and his magic becoming a physical thing around him. He must have looked like a regret.

Neil was calm as he watched his though, only betrayed by the swirling mist and blue of his eyes. “I won't. I'm going to leave, Drew, because I don't think you can have me around right now. I'm going to tell the others you won't be able to make it to dinner. I'll sleep of the couch tonight. When you can stand me being around or when you want to talk, you'll know where to find me.”

Andrew dropped his eyes. “Get out.”

“Okay.” Neil turned and stepped through the door. Before he left, he locked it again.

Andrew felt emotion well up inside him, emotion other than survival, but he wasn't sure what it was. He wasn't sure he wanted to know. Instead, he leaned over the toilet and vomited.

…..

Neil:

Neil stood against the hall wall staring at the bathroom door for several long moment, just breathing through his surprise and fear and concern until he knew that he wouldn't raise alarms immediately.

“Where's Andrew?” Dan asked worriedly before either Matt or his mother realized Neil had returned without him.

Neil shook his head, still working to calm his nerves and magic as he trailed mist behind him. The hallway was filled to the brim with it, the light a hazy sun overhead. “He's not coming.”

“Wha-” She stopped, getting a good look at him. He knew his eyes would be glowing, the mist still trickling from him. “What happened? Are you alright? Did you to have a fight?” Her eyes grew wide, and she stepped close to him, voice low. “Is that blood?”

“I'm fine,” Neil muttered under his breath, sliding his bleeding hand behind his back.

He wasn't really fine. He was being tracked by Tyche knew who, and Andrew was having severe reaction to even the thought of touch. That would have been fine, but Andrew had just tried to legitimately hurt him when he hadn't in months. No, Neil wasn't alright because what if Andrew decided to leave after everything was said and done.

Dan grumbled her displeasure, but led him towards the dining room where boxes of Chinese food were set out. She disappeared into the kitchen for merely a moment before returning to shove a towel into Neil's chest.

Matt and Randy looked up, grinning widely.

Matt's smile fell as he realized Andrew wasn't with Neil. “Is everything alright?” he asked as Neil wrapped his hand.

For the first time and definitely not the last, he wished Matt and Dan weren't such similar mother hens.

“Andrew's not going to be able to eat with us,” he told the room, his smile wide and fake, “He ate too much gelato today, and it made him sick.”

Matt and Dan's eyes narrowed on him, but Randy cooed sadly.

“Poor boy. Is he going to be alright? Does he need anything?” she asked, “I can cut up a lemon and put it in some water.”

Neil shook his head. “He's just got to get it out of his system and rest. Maybe we can try for breakfast or lunch tomorrow. I think we're going to head back to South Carolina early.”

Matt looked crestfallen. “What? But you just got here!”

Dan must have stepped on his foot beneath the table because he jumped and looked at her.

“That's too bad. At least you got to see the city a little though. Maybe we can try again another time,” she compromised. She stared Neil down though making it very clear that he'd have to either provide an explanation or make this up to her one day.

He nodded to both her statement and unspoken demand. “Let me make him a plate just in case he's feeling up to eating later, and then I'll sit down.”

…..

After the trio had retired, leaving Neil to his own devices in the living room, he'd quickly showered and changed. Lying on the couch, Neil listened to Andrew pad out of the bathroom and reheat the food he had put aside for him before going back to the guest room. The whole process only took five minutes, and Neil felt Andrew's eyes on him the entire time.

Matt found him ten minutes later still staring at the ceiling with a blanket over his legs, raising an eyebrow. “Did you guys fight?” he asked, sitting across from Neil, “Dan said something might have happened.”

“Not exactly.” They were silent as Neil sat up to face Matt, staring at a spot between his feet. He clasped his fingers between his knees, and Matt stared at him until he finally sighed. He didn't want to talk about what was going on, but at the same time, he knew that was an old habit from his days of running. Matt was his friend, and he had promised not to lie to him anymore. “There's been some stuff going on since the end of the year. Since Baltimore really, but we were managing that. Something set Andrew off.”

Matt nodded, mimicking Neil's posture. “I could see that. What's going on?”

“Someone had been trying to track me for awhile. The shouldn't really need to since everyone knows where I cam now, but maybe they were trying to keep tabs on me, or just waiting for the moment I wasn't with you guys. I don't know. We figured it was one of my father's men. They haven't been able to get a hold of me though. Andrew refreshes my spells as much as possible, but something happened while we were driving to the campsite. I think someone got their hooks in me just enough when the spells were weak. They showed up at the campsite after a couple days, and we left as soon as we realized they were there.”

“That's why you showed up early?” Matt shouted, and Neil shot him a look. “Sorry, but honestly? Do you think they're still on to you? Or do you think you lost them?”

“I don't know.” Neil lifted his eyes back towards the ceiling before pressing the heels of his palms to his eyes and groaning.

“That's not all. Being hunted is just normal business. So what's really going on?” Matt asked, leaning across the table and tapping Neil on the knee. “Come on. Tell ol' brother Matt your woes.”

Neil pressed in his palms harder until colorful lights burst behind his lids, trying to press the heat back. “I'm scared.”

“Of what?”

Neil considered what he wanted to say and what he could say to Matt. There were things needed to talk about, things he couldn't talk to Andrew about. Not when they were about him. Not when he didn't want to push him into something he wasn't ready for.

“You're mom left a basket of... things for us in the bathroom, which was the original problem.” Neil gave Matt the rundown of events leading up to dinner. “He tried to impale me with his magic after your mom hugged him. I think it has something to do with her magic.”

“My mom doesn't have strong magic though. She just has-” He cut off, jaw tightening. “She has strength magic.”

“Right.” They didn't say Drake's name, but they felt it lingering in the air between them. Nausea roiled in his stomach at the thought that his touch could elicit enough of Drake's memory to hurt Andrew. “The look in his eyes... it was like he didn't trust me anymore. What if he realizes he can't handle this anymore? What if he decides he doesn't want to be with me because there's too much?”

Matt sighed, standing and moving to sit next to Neil. “That's not going to happen, okay? He's just got things to work through, just like you. Whatever it is, he'll figure it out. Just give him space, and don't worry if he has to pull back. Sometimes that happens, especially with people who carry trauma around.”

Neil nodded. “Thanks, Matt, but I think we need to head back anyway. Especially if I'm still being tracked. I need to get behind the protections of Fox Tower so we can figure out an action plan.”

“That's fair. We'll see each other in two weeks. We'll try this again at Christmas, or maybe next summer.” Matt stood, clapping Neil on the shoulder. “Hang in there. You made it this far. You guys will be fine.”

Neil nodded, and Matt disappeared up the stairs.

…..

Andrew:

It was just after ten and he'd eaten the plate of food Neil had left him when a knock came at the guest bedroom door. Two short taps that meant it wasn't Neil. He would have guessed Matt, but he didn't have the guts. He guessed Randy Boyd wouldn't have even tried. That left one person. He pulled open the door. “Dan.”

“Andrew,” she said, leaning back against the opposite wall, “I'd like to talk.”

“Well, I wouldn't.”

“I want to talk about why Neil showed up looking like he'd just been slapped.”

Andrew gritted his teeth. He was exhausted and all he wanted to do was press close to Neil, but knew he wouldn't be able to handle touch. If someone touched him in the state he was in, he'd end up killing someone.

Even if that person was Neil.

He needed to talk to Bee.

“I'm not talking about that.” Andrew started to slam the door in Dan's face, but she grabbed the edge and held fast.

“Well, I am. Even if you only listen.” Her glare was intent. She wouldn't leave until she said her piece.

Returning her glare, he finally released the door and retreated into the room. She stumbled forward when he let go of the door, but he ignored her grumble. Turning back to her, he crossed his arms over his chest, arms swathed in one of Neil's sweaters. “Say your piece, and then leave. I have a long drive tomorrow.”

“You two have a long drive,” she corrected, standing straight to mirror his posture, “Did you forget Neil is here too? He's sleeping out on the couch right now for some reason. What's that about?”

Andrew remained silent, just staring at her.

Dan sighed. “Listen, Andrew, I'm not your parent and I know you wouldn't listen to me even if I tried. Still, I'm going to. Whatever is going on, don't let it affect the two of you. This is the most grounded I've ever seen either of you two, and I said earlier, the most happy. So, whatever it is, don't let him stew too long. You know how Neil can be, okay? He's stupid. You have to spell it out for him. Don't lose him over something stupid.” She raised her hands, turning back to the door. “That's all I have. I didn't really want to have a discussion.”

“Good. I wish I hadn't gotten a lecture.”

Dan grinned around the edge of the door, shrugging. “That's my job.”

“You should quit and apply for a different job. You're terrible at this.”

She shrugged again. “I just need practice.”

“Get out.”

“Good night,” she said, closing the door behind her.

#all for the game #the foxhole court #aftg #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #my writing #magic in the blood #magic user au #witch au

[idkthisisjustforfanfic]

Chapter 11 - (totally uninterested.)

chapters 1-10 here

I woke up with a jolt--a noise from the living room seemed to pull me from slumber and send a wave of panic through my veins as I blinked and tried to remember the events of the night prior. 

Bowling, my birthday, Ethan, Harry, all of my friends and then the liquor that seemed to give me courage to kiss Harry as if that was a good idea. 

And I remembered being shirtless, slightly embarrassed to be half naked in front of him and yet still strangely comfortable with the way his hands seemed to know my body despite ever touching me in that way. 

I sat up quickly, pulling the sheet up with me to cover my body so as to not subject him to that sort of startling wake up. He shifted beside me, his eyes suddenly open and looking up at me, but I couldn’t read his face. 

Why could I never read his face? Was I that shitty of a judge of emotion and character that I couldn’t read the look in his eyes when he cleared his throat and sat up beside me. 

“I’m sorry I’m here--I didn’t--I don’t even remember what happened really.”

I spit the words out quickly, almost as if they were poison on my tongue and any chance at survival depended on me getting them out into the air for him to hear. 

He laughed a little, rubbing at his eyes and letting out a sigh. “S’fine, we didn’t--nothing really happened.

“Nothing happened?” I looked down at myself--topless--and then back up to him. This gained a laugh, which--luckily--let an air of calmness blanket the room. 

“We made out and there were hands and I remember stopping you from--” he trailed off a bit, breaking eye contact for a second as if to muster the chutzpah to say it. “From giving me head.”

“Oh--okay, good. Great. So,” I stammered and tried to calm my heart beat down to a normal level, but the tattoos on his chest that I’d never really seen before made that near impossible. “Why do you have a giant butterfly?”

I leaned forward slightly to get a better look, still keeping the sheet pressed up against my skin. 

He looked down, a dent in his forehead as he looked back up at me with concern. “How did that get there?”

“Fuck you,” I laughed. “Sorry I’ve never seen you shirtless before.”

He rolled his eyes at that, leaned back against the headboard. 

For a second, I felt okay. The realization that he was still him and I was still me even after sexual activity seemed to be soothing--almost quieting the fear that anything in that direction would change us forever. 

He clucked his tongue in thought--bringing his eyes back to me. “Sorry if you didn’t mean to stay over--it just kind of happened.”

I shrugged my shoulders, albeit sort of sheepishly. “I don’t really remember much past crashing on top of you in bed.”

He let out a deep laugh--bringing a tinge of red to my cheeks as he recalled the events for me. “Well, that happened, and then I was shirtless, and then you were shirtless, and eventually you seemed to just get kind of tired, so I offered you a snack and went to get some crackers and when I came back you were out.”

I pursed my lips and nodded. “Sounds fitting.”

He nodded, watching my expression--or maybe waiting for me to say more. But I didn’t know where to start. We were dancing around it and we knew it--the look on his face told me that he was waiting for me to say it: ask what it meant, ask where we went from here, anything that would give more structure to a messy and blurred area between two people who were supposed to be just friends. 

“D’ya want some breakfast?”

I nodded, hoping that food would supply me with the necessary brain power to have any sort of conversation about me and Harry and the space in between. 

**

Niall, with messy hair and the same clothes from the night before, trotted into the dining hall with Kristen in tow--my mouth hanging open as I shoveled a spoonful of cereal inside. 

“Yeah--you didn’t know about that?” Harry asked nonchalantly as he wiped at his mouth, pushing around a mountain of homefries on his plate. 

“What?!” I whispered, peeking over his shoulder to watch as Niall laughed at something Kristen said. “Are you kidding me? Where the fuck have I been?”

He snorted at that, taking another bite of his food. “With Ethan.”

I didn’t have time to reply, because by the time I opened my mouth to speak (and defend myself), Kristen stood in front of me with a smile on her face. 

And I--much to my displeasure--was still in the dark about whatever was going on between them and why Niall was still in the same clothes as last night. But I definitely had some assumptions based on the smile on their faces.

“Mornin’,” Niall clapped a hand on Harry’s back. Kristen, who gave me an embarrassed grin, sat beside me. “How’s everyone’ feelin’?”

“Just dandy,” Harry nodded, looking over to me with a smirk. “Nora here is a bit surprised that the two of you are walking in together.”

“Have I been a shit friend? Am I that in the dark about everything?”

Kristen shrugged and winced a bit. “Not a shit friend. Preoccupied.”

“Nora--you’re fine.” Niall waved us off, “but I’m hungry, so please excuse me while I go scavenge for a meal in this place.”

He walked away with a pep in his step that was hard to ignore. When he was out of earshot, I turned to Kristen. “So--care to elaborate?”

“I didn’t see you walking in last night,” Kristen held her hands up in an effort to maintain innocence. “Where did you spend the night, Nora?”

Harry laughed at this, his eyes on his food as he pretended to give us privacy. 

“You’re missing my point!” I said. “Did you have sex with him?”

“Maybe,” Kristen shrugged again, a smirk pulling at her lips as she stood from the table. “I’m gonna get some food. Harry--maybe you can fill her in while I’m gone and maybe you can both decide how you’ll answer our questions when we return.”

She turned and walked away, more confidence than I’d ever imagine my roommate to have. 

I turned to look at Harry, mouth open from shock, but he simply laughed and sipped at the coffee in front of him.

“Preoccupied was a nice way to put it,” he challenged, his lips twitching into a smile as he cleared his throat. “What do you want to know?”

“When did they start hanging out? And why didn’t Kristen tell me?”

“After Alex’s birthday Niall was definitely intrigued. I think they hung out at Halloween more but she didn’t want to tell you because, yknow.”

“Because I’ve had my head up my ass.”

Harry had his fork held in mid-air, tilting his head to the side as if to imply I wasn’t totally wrong. “Call it what you want, Nor--I’m getting more coffee.”

He stood and left me alone at the table--thoughts swirling through my head as I sat motionless until Niall returned. 

“Hi--y’okay?”

“Are you fucking my friend? I’m not mad--I just--are you guys together?”

“We’re hanging out, Nora--why?”

“Because I had no clue.” 

“You’ve been busy,” he shrugged, clearly not bothered by my lack of awareness. I only hoped Kirsten felt the same. “How’s Harry, though? What happened last night?”

I pressed my hand to my forehead and sighed. “I don’t know--I mean, we didn’t have sex, but, I don’t know what any of it means.”

He let out a small laugh, keeping his eyes on his food as brought the fork to his mouth. “Means you like him, I think.”

He looked up at me, his eyes searching my face as the words landed on me in a different way than he’d intended. That was the thing about Niall--he was innocent and nice and pure and he was only saying those words because they were true. 

Which--I mean--it’s not like that was total news to me. Clearly there was something between me and Harry. Whether it took making out with Ethan and Harry walking to or just losing all contact with Harry over the last few weeks--I had finally seemed to settle on the decision that yes, I had feelings for him. 

What felt new about this, though, was the simplicity of Niall’s tone as the words left his mouth and as Kristen and Harry came back to the table side by side, both of them laughing about something one of them had said. 

This feeling--the feeling I’d had about Harry and his friends and hanging out with everyone in a group had been strange at first. I felt nervous and like if I blinked, it would all be gone. 

But what if instead of fearing it--what if instead of worrying about what things meant and how I felt and how he felt and all of the gray area that seemed to live between the black and white of me and Harry--what if I just accepted the fact that in my almost three years in D.C., this was the first time it felt like home.

“What’s with the look on your face?” Harry asked, his eyes somewhat skeptical as he sat back down in his seat. 

“Nothing,” I shrugged, a warmth spreading out from my chest as I looked at him. “Just--thanks,” I said, turning to Niall and Kristen--to let them know that my words were for them, too.

“For what?” Niall asked, his eyebrows knit together as he waited for me to elaborate. 

“For a good birthday.” 

**

After explaining (or trying to explain) all of my thoughts and feelings to Kristen on our walk back from the dining hall--I found myself exhausted and content with lying in bed for the remainder of my Sunday. 

Kristen had some studying to do, I had a paper to work on, and more importantly, we had netflix to watch and ice cream to eat. 

So when I had my head on her shoulder and a spoon in my mouth in the middle of Trainwreck, I was surprised to hear a knock on the door. I pulled away and looked up at her. “Is that Niall?”

She rolled her eyes but smiled a bit--almost embarrassed that the mere mention of his name elicited such a reaction in her. “I don’t know,” she shrugged, shifting on the bed to hop down--padding barefoot on the floor towards the door. 

She pulled it open, revealing Harry--his hands in the front pocket of a hoodie and his hair in a bun at the back of his head. He raised his eyebrows in greeting, eyes trailing over her shoulder to find me sitting on the bed. 

Kristin awkwardly stepped aside, allowing him a better view into the room--and, therefore, me a better view of him. 

I wasn’t expecting him. There was no text--no warning message that he was on his way over and was about to show up on my (literal) doorstep. I didn’t know if I was ready to have whatever conversation he was here to have--and the thumping of my heart against my ribs let me know that the feelings I’d been harboring were real. 

I looked him up and down quickly, shimmying towards the edge of my bed to hop down and find my footing. A wave of nausea washed through my gut when he mumbled “hi,” as I made eye contact with him again. 

I had a feeling he was here to have some sort of conversation about the fact that his fingers had likely been inside of me the night before--to find some type of meaning in that or at least piece together enough meaning that felt meaningful enough for the both of us. Or maybe I was overthinking it. 

Whatever it was he wanted, though, I figured it would be best to not discuss it in front of Kristen. 

For three people who were friends and who spent a fair amount of time together, the time it took me to grab a sweatshirt, find a pair of shoes to throw on, and move towards the door felt incredibly long. 

“I’ll be back,” I said to Kristen, slipping out the door and shutting it behind me, coming face to face with Harry in the small hallway alcove outside of our dorm. 

“Hi,” he said again, a small smile on his face as I paused and looked past him--wondering if we were alone in the hallway. 

“Hi--do you wanna sit?” I pointed to the small lounge area only a few doors down. Old furniture and shitty coffee tables inhabited the space--an old TV that I’d probably seen on only twice throughout the whole semester. 

“Yeah,” he nodded, turning to follow behind me once I started walking. 

His footsteps behind me elicited another wave of nausea in my stomach. I sat on one end of the couch, pulling up a leg to get comfortable. He sat opposite me, his body angled towards mine as he settled onto the cushions. 

“What’s up?” I asked--trying my best to steady my voice and not erupt with the news that I had feelings and I knew it and I was suddenly much more comfortable with the idea of that than I had ever been. 

But I kind of wanted to hear it from him first. 

He let out a sigh, shrugging a bit as if he didn’t know why he’d wandered all the way across campus in the November air. “I just wanted to talk, I guess, about last night.”

I nodded, urging him to continue, fiddling with the silver ring on my middle finger. 

“Are you--are you upset about the fact that we--” he paused, unsure of how to label it.

“Hooked up?” I finished for him, feeling it was easier to just call a spade a spade than dancing around it like we had this morning. 

“Yeah, are you okay with that?”

I nodded--albeit slowly--and looked around the room. “I can’t say I’m surprised.”

He laughed a little, his eyes crinkling when he smiled. “M’not either, I guess.” An awkward beat passed until he spoke again. “But, I guess we’re better as friends, right? I don’t know if making things messier is a good idea--especially if you’re figuring things out with Ethan.”

I stared at him for a second--my brain trying to process the dissonance between what I thought he was going to say and the words that were now coming out of his mouth. My mouth must have been open in shock--he tilted his head to the side and asked if I was okay.

“I told you that me and Ethan aren’t together,” I said quickly, unsure as to why he couldn’t seem to wrap his head around that. I’d try to make it clear at the bowling alley and I tried to make it clear that I could hang out with someone and not be sleeping with them or dating them or anything in between. 

“I know, I just--I don’t know. So much has happened over the last few months and I don’t want you to feel like you have to have everything figured out.”

I fought the urge to laugh at his words--isn’t that what we needed? Didn’t the two of spend enough time going back and forth and blurring the lines and wasn’t it about time that one of us just address the sexual tension between us and hope for the best?

“Well what if I do have it figured out, Harry? You don’t know how I feel and apparently you’re not interested in finding out or else you would have asked me.”

“Whoa--Nora, hold on,” he shook his head, a look of confusion washing over his face. “I’m really glad that we hung out last night and it was shitty of me to ignore you--I know that. I’m just saying that we should maybe pause, for a minute.”

“Like we paused the last two weeks when you wouldn’t talk to me?”

“Nora,” he tried to speak but I cut him off. 

“Harry I get it, okay?” I stood from the couch and looked around the room, wondering how we’d gone from the library to his apartment to my dorm and all around DC and now we were here. 

We were two people who were brought together by happenstance--maybe none of it was meant to happen at all, but there was no erasing the moments we shared over the last few months. 

“We’re friends.” I shrugged. “We started as friends and we’re good as friends and I’m sorry if I ruined any of it by kissing you or kissing Ethan or whatever. I’m sorry--I just,” I broke eye contact for a second, unsure of how much to divulge. I’m sorry and I love you? Was I supposed to just out and say it like I hadn’t fucked up and like he didn’t just say that we needed some space?

I bit my lip, unable to ignore the pounding of my heart as I realized that having Harry as a friend was better than not having him at all. If those were my options, I knew my choice. 

The two weeks during which he wouldn’t speak to me felt lonely and boring and like a part of my life had suddenly disappeared. 

Maybe I was too late. Maybe I should have told Harry two weeks ago that I had feelings and maybe this could be something. Maybe if I had told him on Halloween how it felt to hear him say I was annoying--maybe if he had knocked on the door five minutes sooner, we’d have figured it out by now. 

But I didn’t--so here I was, contemplating whether I should say it all now and risk irreparable damage or if I should just go along with it. He scanned my face for meaning--his eyes were a mix of hopeful and confused and uncertain, likely similar to my own.

“I care about you Harry.” I said it simply. He nodded. “I don’t want to not have you in my life.”

Another nod--he wiped his hands on his pants, and for a second, I thought he had more to say. But instead, he stood up and walked to meet me in the middle of the lounge space. 

“Are we good?”

I let out a breath--the lump in my throat and the burning in my eyes were hard to ignore, but I swallowed it down and let him wrap his arms around me. “Yeah,” I said. “We’re good.”

He kept his arms around me for a second--his mouth against my head and he let out a hum. 

“What?” I pulled back and looked up at him, only a few inches between us as he looked down at me. 

“Nothin’--just missed you s’all.”

**

Do you think Kristen and Niall are texting each other over break saying how much they miss each other?

Niall probably is playing it cool but in reality is going crazy not seeing her. Have you heard from Kristen?

Yeah, she said they’ve texted a bit but I wonder if they’re actually texting all day every day. 

I still can’t believe no one told me!!!!

You sort of had your head up Ethan’s ass 🤷‍♂️

🙄

Have you talked to him at all?

He wished me a happy thanksgiving yesterday

But that’s it

How romantic!

Fuck you! 

He’s nice.

He’s just...not for me. 

I wish I was enough of an asshole to say I told you so. 

You are. 

I told you so!

**

Heard they opened up a new movie theatre off campus. 

I love popcorn let’s go!

You probably have a shit taste in movies. 

I don’t! 

You probably talk the whole time and ask questions

😞

Maybe we can go if you buy my ticket. 

**

It wasn’t that I expected to see Harry at the information desk for my first shift back from Thanksgiving--it was more that I hoped he’d be the one to sit beside me while I tried to focus and forced myself to skim the pages of my textbooks. 

Things seemed like they were fine enough between us--and if our goal was to act like nothing happened and like we were just friends, shouldn’t he be the one to suffer through the 8pm-midnight shift with me?

When I walked in three minutes late, Casey was less than thrilled to see my smiling face. I offered a wave as I rounded the counter. “Looks like you’re permanent, huh?”

“What do you mean?” She asked, her hair pulled up in a ponytail--a slightly less styled look than I was used to. 

I couldn’t blame her, though. The library was quiet for the first night back--and I, naturally--wore the most casual outfit I could find for a Tuesday night shift. “You’re not Harry,” I said nonchalantly, shrugging my shoulders as I set my backpack down on the floor. 

She turned to face me in her wheely-chair, her eyebrows raised and an expectant look on her face as I squatted down to fish through my bag for a hair tie. 

“What?” I asked, a bit skeptical of the look on her face. 

“You still have feelings for him, don’t you?”

I rolled my eyes, standing up and pulling my hair into a bun to get serious about my homework. “I dunno, Casey. It’s complicated. Will you clock me in?”

“What’s the deal with Ethan?” She asked, her eyes catching on mine for a second before she turned to the computer.

I let out a sigh and sat beside her, watching as she used the mouse to pull open the University’s timesheet webpage. “We’re not anything--we hung out a bit, but I dunno. Nothing’s going on.”

She clicked a few things on the computer and then exited out. “By the way--how was the rest of your birthday? I made it to Harry’s for like one drink and then felt like I was going to black out.”

I laughed at that--Casey Northby could hold her liquor, which is something I didn’t expect. I’d seen her head over to Harry’s with us, but eventually, she disappeared. But then again, so did I. 

“It was good--quite the eventful night, actually. But thanks for coming--I’d say it was a success.”

“Why was it eventful? Did anything happen after I left?”

I pulled my textbook out of my bag, hoping to get through at least 2 of the 3 chapters I needed to read for tomorrow’s class. “I mean--no, not really.”

“Not really?” She gave me a look that read don’t even try to downplay whatever it was. 

I sighed and lowered my voice. “Harry and I hooked up--and I stayed over, but then things were kind of weird the next day.”

Her eyes went wide--she was completely enthralled by my news. “Weird? How so?”

I shifted in my seat and looked around, mostly to buy time and make sure no one would overhear me. “I mean, we’d never really crossed that line before and I woke up half-naked and didn’t really remember much,” I stopped suddenly, my own eyes going wide as I realized what I’d let slip. 

“You’d never hooked up?”

I bit down on my tongue--wishing with everything in me that I could rewind my words and that I’d stopped to think before mindlessly blabbing to Casey Northby. 

I mean, sure, she was nice. She was a good coworker and a nice girl and she’d grown a lot on me in the two weeks we’d been working together. But aside from all of that, I didn’t really know her. She had an older brother, she had a different friend group--I couldn’t trust that she could keep her mouth shut and not ruin my entire life with this nugget of information that she now had on me. 

I opened my mouth to speak--Casey’s face was still just as surprised as it had been a few moments earlier. “Casey,” I said slowly, ready to back track and cover up my mistake. “What I meant is that we’d never like had sex before and we didn’t--”

“So you had sex with him?”

“No!” I said, not wanting to lie but also not wanting to go into too much detail. 

“I’m confused then, you lost me.”

I let out another deep sigh and waited a few seconds--keeping my eyes closed in hopes that maybe Casey would float away and all of this would be a bad dream and I’d wake up in September before I agreed to do any of this stupid shit with Harry and Ethan and maybe--just maybe--I could redo this semester without all of the drama and feelings. 

“Casey, you can’t tell anyone what I’m about to tell you, okay?” 

She looked at me like she was skeptical--almost nervous about what I was about to disclose. 

“Okay,” she nodded. 

“Like not even your brother or your other friends or your mom or anyone, okay?”

“Alright, Nora, jeeze,” she shrugged, her eyes urging me to spill the beans before she got more annoyed. 

“Kristen and Niall are totally into each other, by the way. I don’t know if you noticed the other night.” 

“Nora--stop trying to throw me off your scent.”

I rolled my eyes, hoping to spit out the words to avoid the sting. “Harry and I weren’t dating.”

She looked at me for a minute. “Okay--like, you hadn’t really decided on a label?”

“No,” I shook my head. “We were faking it.”

Her eyebrows immediately knit together and she pulled her head back. “What? What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, we weren’t that convincing.”

“You weren’t actually together? Like seriously not boyfriend and girlfriend.”

I shook my head again, this time dropping my gaze in fear that she was either angry or upset or both. “We pretended--we made a stupid deal back in September so I could hang out with Ethan and hook up with him and in exchange I would cover for Harry when he was late to work.”

“Damn,” she said after sitting on it for a second, her voice low and still filled with disbelief. “You two deserve an Emmy.”

I let out a sarcastic laugh. “We don’t--it got ridiculously messy and obnoxious and basically I ruined it because I actually got feelings. Which I thought wouldn’t happen, but, you know--I was fucking stupid, so,” I shrugged, hoping to convey just how defeated I was. 

“So what’s the plan?” Casey’s attitude seemed to change, her head suddenly tilted and a look in her eyes told me she was in some sort of problem solving mode. 

“What do you mean?”

“Well--we’ve gotta get you two back together.”

“We were never--”

“You know what I mean,” she cut me off. “What’s the plan?”

“There is no plan,” I told her, turning back towards my textbook, hoping she’d let me sulk in peace. “He said before break that we’re good as friends and I’d rather be friends than be nothing at all.”

“But you’d like to be his girlfriend the most, right?”

I shrugged, licking my lips quickly before looking at her out of the corner of my eye. “What’s it to you, Casey?”

She seemed to move her head from side to side. “Well--what if you pretend to be really good at the friends thing?”

“Huh?”

“Friendzone him--you know, talk about other guys around him or ask for his advice. Maybe it’ll make him jealous.”

“I don’t know,” I said slowly, unsure of whether or not more lying and pretending and fucking around would do anyone any good. “I’m not doing anything with Ethan. He was a dick before Thanksgiving and I just--I don’t even want to talk to him.”

“Then don’t. You don’t have to pretend to be with Ethan. Just act really platonic with Harry. There’s no way he was acting like he did with you and didn’t have feelings. So if that’s true--if he has feelings, it’ll totally be hard for him to be just friends.”

I thought on that for a second. Casey had a point--I mean, even if she didn’t, it felt like it was worth a shot, right? Maybe I was a coward for not having the balls to tell Harry how I felt--or maybe this was an easier way to get a feel for where he was at. 

Maybe doing this would give me the answer I needed and still manage to keep things cool between me and Harry. 

I mean, it seemed simple enough. If Harry didn’t have feelings for me, we could just be friends and it’d be fine. He wouldn’t be weirded out by me friendzoning him or keeping things strictly platonic. 

If he did have feelings for me--I didn’t quite know what would happen, but I could guarantee that it wouldn’t be a high-five or friendly advice on dating. 

I looked back over to Casey--who had an annoyingly smug look on her face. “It’s a good idea isn’t it?”

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #244

“you could stand me up at the gates of hell, but i won’t back down.”

What accent do you find most difficult to understand? Heavy southern. Has your music taste changed over the years? Not very. I do like more indie stuff now than I used to, though. What movie never fails to make you cry? The Notebook. What movies do you think need a sequel? Hm... I'm sure there's plenty, but they're evading me for now. Let's see... yeah idk. Do you have to see it to believe it? I mean it depends; see what exactly? But in general, yeah. I believe in spirits, maybe even auras, stuff like that. What was the last thing you bought for yourself? Food. Do you like 3D movies? Yeah, they're cool. Have you ever had breakfast in bed? Not the "my partner brought me food and it's romantic" type of way; I've just eaten breakfast food in bed. Have you ever practiced kissing on a stuffed animal? No, that's always been. p wild to me. Do you still talk to your childhood friends? A few. True/False: You live with your parents. Just one. At the dinner table do you always sit in the same chair? We rarely eat at the table, but generally, yes. Is your signature legible? I think so. Have you met any bands/singers? No. Have you ever witnessed a miracle? No. Do you know someone that looks better as they age? *shrugs* Do you know the order of the colors of the rainbow? Yes. Do you sometimes wish you were the opposite gender? No. Have you ever kissed a picture? of who? I don’t think so. Did/do you distract your teachers to get them to tell you stories? I didn't really speak in class unless I was pretty sure I had the answer to a question or had a serious question myself. Who makes you feel like you’re worth something? My mom, more than anyone. Do you remember a lot of your childhood? Yeah. I have a crazy vivid long-term memory. How many pets is too many? Depends on available space as well as what you can afford to care for sufficiently. Do you stare at dead people in a movie to see if you can catch them moving? lol no. Does your hand fit inside a Pringles container? Probably. I can curl my thumb really inward to make space. Do you know who your maid of honor/best man will be? Sara, unless I end up marrying her lmao. In that case, it'd be Mom. If you had the opportunity to be famous, would you take it? I don't like the term "famous" for me personally, but rather "well-known" for a photographer. What is your favorite healthy snack? Strawberries, I guess? What is the best song by your favorite artist/band? I HAVE TO???????? PICK???????????? Oh jeez. At least right now, "Time" is one that I hold incredibly close to my heart and usually brings me to tears because it reminds me of Teddy. It's just a beautiful song. I'd say overall, probably "Trap Door." It's cool as hell. How many times did your phone ring today? None. What theme do you want for your wedding? Halloween/fall-ish. How much do you spend a month on make-up? Nothing. Do you have any of your future children’s names picked out? I don't want kids, but if I did, Alessandra Quinn is the girl and my spouse cannot argue, and I'd love Damien Vance or Damien Victor for a boy. What was your favorite childhood meal? Spaghetti. Would you ever date someone over the internet? I don't *think* I'd do it again, no, unless it was Sara and we were actually making arrangements to move in together ASAP. Do you find it hard to believe that a dinosaur was once right where you are? No, but rather cool as hell. What is your favorite part of the movie “The Lion King”? The intro (up to where the title pops up, not just NAAAAAAAAAAAAASEBENYAAAAAAAAAAA). It's just... magical. I, without fail, get goosebumps all over and smile. Do you have any bug bites atm? No. Do you knock before entering someone’s room? Yeah. What was the last thing you shot in the garbage? Like, shot as a basketball? Probably just paper or something. Would you freak out if you saw a spider crawling on you right now? Fuck yes I would. Who did you last call beautiful? Venus, my snake. Have you ever used a tanning bed? Nooooooo. Do you think people will eventually stop believing in God? Oh, absolutely not. The belief in some sort of higher power has evolved since the dawn of civilization, so why would it stop? Do you and your best friend have the same favorite band? No. Do you prefer watching movies or playing video games? Vidya games. Have you ever been go-cart racing? Ha ha yeah, fun. Up in NY with my cousins. How many jobs have you had in your life? Three. Does your shower have a door or curtains? Two curtains. Do you have any posters of your favorite band on your walls? Metallica and Manson, yeah. Are you good at remembering names? NOOOOOOOO. Have you been outside today? No. Have you ever walked the opposite direction on an escalator? No. When making pancakes, do you try to make cool shapes/pictures? No. Do you use your hand when you’re explaining something? Oh yeah. Do you play a lot of video games? Not anymore, really. I would, but I can't afford a new console. I want a PS4 super badly (hell, even a PS3) to play new games, especially ones I haven't seen let's plays of. You can only replay a game so many times before you get bored, y'know? The only game I play regularly is WoW and that's because it has like... endless content to do. Who is your favorite Disney princess? Probably Jasmine. What word do you hate that people use often? (yolo, derp..) None off the top of my head. I just don't care. When was the last time you had hiccups? Idr. Have you ever thrown up from drinking too much alcohol? No. Do you ever buy the same piece of clothing, just in different colors? No. What is the last movie you saw in a theater? The live action The Lion King, I think. How many bank accounts do you have? I don't think I even have one... I know Mom was talking about opening me up one, but like, why. I don't make an income. Have you ever been falsely accused of starting drama? Oh sure. Do you attend church regularly? I never go. Have you ever been to Dairy Queen? Good. Shit. They have THE best chocolate milkshakes. Do you tend to worry a lot? Only always! How old were you when you lost your first tooth? Idr. Do you remember your first time on the internet? Not really, no. Which website do you email from? Hotmail. Do you enjoy receiving souvenirs? Yeah. Do a lot of people dislike you or is it the other way around? Idk. Have you ever had the flu? No, knock on wood. What about strep throat? Yeah. Would you ever consider going on a cruise? No. What is your biggest insecurity? My more "different" interests/hobbies. Have you ever painted a room alone? No. Speaking of which, when did you last paint your room? Never. Have you ever had a terrible hangover? No. Do you ever get migraines? Rarely. Do you know how to garden? I mean, I could put it together... What was the last thing you plugged into an outlet? A phone charger. Do people consider you to be a funny person? I don't know. Do you like children? No. If not, why is this? I'm just... uncomfortable and feel like I'm playing with slime against my will or some shit any time I'm in their presence. I don't like how they stare, I don't like how rude they can be, I hate how demanding they are of attention (YES, I am aware that is healthy behavior for the baby of a social species, I just can't provide it), they ask too many questions... I have a lot of reasons I don't like them. Is there a big age difference between you and the person you like? No. What is the most amusing thing on the internet, in your opinion? YouTube, I guess? Does the future excite you or scare you? Both. What do you plan on doing with the rest of your life? I don't want to think on this. How many huge secrets do you have? I don't know about *huge* secrets... How many people know these secrets? ^ How many times a day do you brush your teeth? Once. Do you ever floss? Not really, oops. Have you ever been in a long-term relationship? Two. Ever considered suicide? Yes. If so, did you try to commit suicide? Yes. Is there anyone out there who makes you feel completely useless? No. Do you like texting or calling people more? TEXTING. Don't call me omg. Have you ever painted something and been impressed by it? Yeah. When did you last babysit, if ever? I actually did last week in an emergency situation with my nephew. I was the one and only person capable due to everyone being sick. I was scared as shit and very anxious the whole time, but I did it. Ultimately, it was a good bonding experience for us. Do you have any younger siblings? Yes, one sister. Have you ever thought of someone as useless? I'm sure I've thought of myself like that before. Have you ever considered bleaching your hair? Not to remain blonde, no, but I did that on the occasion I dyed it purple, I think. Do you drink vitamin water? No. Are there any old movies you absolutely love? Well of course. Have you ever had a Big Mac before? No, it doesn't appeal to me. Do you think you attract the opposite sex at a reasonable rate? I don't know or care. Where is your favorite place to travel? Mountainous and wooded areas. What is your goal for the next few months? Do well in school, get back into driving, maybe get a job I can actually handle. Can you count to ten in another language other than your own? German, yeah. And I think Spanish. Have you ever played on a sports team before? Yeah. If you have, what was that sport and when? All of these are from when I was a young kid. T-ball/softball, basketball, cheerleading, soccer... I think that's it? Oh wait, dance for many years as a pre-teen/teen. Have you ever filed a lawsuit on someone? No. Do you think you’re a good singer? Not really. Do you think you have a good sense of style? I don't care. What matters is I myself like what I wear. Do you enjoy reading often? No... but I want to get back into it. Have you ever had a deadly illness? No, thank goodness. Ever had food-poisoning before? No. Where did you last eat dinner at? Like, eat out? I think it was a local Mexican restaurant with Mom and the sis. Have you ever shot a gun before? No. Where do you apply cologne or perfume? My neck and just generally around my torso. I don't really pay attention to exactly where. What completely and totally disgusts you and turns you off? Disrespect is what came to mind first this instance. What song makes you laugh when you hear it? I'unno. Do you take surveys hoping someone will see your answers or just ‘because’? Just because. It's a time-killer and a way for me to just. Talk. Not at anyone, just to get thoughts out of my head. It's therapeutic to me. What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream? Chocolate or vanilla, depending on my mood. What diet could you never do? "Raw." <<<< Yeah. Do you have a curfew? No, not that I ever leave the house. Do you actually like your job? N/A What is the last song you sang? I think it was "Ordinary Man" by Ozzy feat. Elton John. GOD I am ready for this album. Describe the best kiss you’ve ever experienced: Bro idk I've had a lot of those and I've never like ranked them in my head. Think to the last time someone said thank you to you, what had you done to earn it? I commented on my friend's picture that she was fUCKING BEAUTIFUL. Grab your cellular. When did you last receive a text message? Like three hours ago. Is there anything that’s worrying you at the moment? Just a lot. Honestly, do you wish there was someone still in your life who used to be but for whatever reason isn’t anymore? I mean yeah, there' s multiple people like that. Who in your household do you not have a good relationship with? My sister's dog. Who in your life are you scared to lose more than anything? Mom.

#survey #quiz #questions

[thatwitchglenda]

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Glenda Calliope Chittock  PRONUNCIATION:  /ˈɡlɛndə  ka-LYE-oh-pee MEANING: Fair and good; beautiful voice REASONING: Glenda was a sort of ‘pick a name, any name’ sort of choice. Calliope is her paternal grandmothers name. NICKNAME(S): Glen, G  PREFERRED NAME(S): She doesn’t really prefer nicknames to her full name, so really it’s up to whoever is talking to her.  BIRTH DATE: October 3, 2000 AGE: 19 ZODIAC: Libra GENDER: Female PRONOUNS: She/her ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heteromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual  NATIONALITY: English ETHNICITY: Colombian/Mexican CURRENT LOCATION: While she’s shared a flat with Amelia in muggle London for some time, the two girls are currently in the process of moving to the Peakes. LIVING CONDITIONS: See above ^ TITLE(S): n/a

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: Mould-on-the-Wold HOMETOWN:  Mould-on-the-Wold, a quiet all wizarding village  SOCIAL CLASS: Middle class EDUCATION LEVEL: Hogwarts. While the end of her 7th year was interrupted, Glenda was in the process of and has since completed NEWT examination 

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood, although her family is so far down the ranks it doesn’t say much.  FATHER: Augustine Chittock MOTHER: Collette Chittock nee Alderton SIBLING(S): None BIRTH ORDER: n/a CHILDREN: n/a PET(S): None. She never got one when she went to Hogwarts, but she’s been thinking about getting a cat for some time.  OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: Honestly, the Chittock’s have very little family outside their immediate circle PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: Peter Pettigrew ARRESTS?: None PRISON TIME?: N/a

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Working as Sienna Rowle’s stylist/assistant SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Sponsorship through her podcast CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: Very content. The podcast and getting to work with people she really admires is basically a dream come true for her. Working with Sienna, on the other hand, is just super fun? She actually really enjoys it and she can’t deny that the benefits of the job (ie pretty great pay, tagging along on trips, etc is awesome as well) PAST JOB(S): Internship at the WWN SPENDING HABITS: She used to spend way more than she has. Now she can actually afford to buy the things she likes but really she’s just... lowkey a shopaholic? She likes to shop, she loves to buy things for other people.  MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: 

SKILLS & ABILITIES

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English  DRIVE?: Barely. Her family does own a car, simply because they live outside of London and relying on the floo and apparition constantly just isn’t an option. But she never properly learned how to drive? She’s driven it maybe a handful of times and is basically an old lady at the wheel.  JUMP-STAR A CAR?: LOL  CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: Definitely not  RIDE A BICYCLE?: Yes SWIM?: Yes PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: She used to play the piano fairly well but she hasn’t touched one since she was at least fifteen. It’s unlikely she could do more than a few cords and a few songs burned into memory.  PLAY CHESS?: Nope BRAID HAIR?: Yes, she loves to braid her hair! Her mum used to dutch braid her hair every night before bed and so she usually sleeps in braids out of habit? Girl likes her braids.  TIE A TIE?: Yes, she learned before Hogwarts on her father. Frankly, he liked to pretend that he couldn’t, it was very cute but also pretty horrifying until she got the hang of it.  PICK A LOCK?: She probably thinks she’d be able to do so with a bobby pin if she tried (thanks to all those muggle films), but thankfully, there’s alohamora. 

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: Cierra Ramirez EYE COLOR: Dark brown HAIR COLOR: Dark brown, almost black HAIR TYPE/STYLE: She’s always kept it fairly long and can pretty much count the times she’s cut her hair in her life. Depending on her mood she’ll straighten it or just curl it; but Glenda’s gotten pretty decent at updos in the last year or so. She’ll throw in the occasional space buns or whatnot.  GLASSES/CONTACTS?:  Glasses but really only for reading far away/watching television. At Hogwarts she constantly forgot to take them to class with her, which often resulted in needing to take notes from whoever was sitting next to her. She’s gotten much better at wearing them when she actually needs them.  DOMINANT HAND: Right handed HEIGHT: 5′1″ or 155 cm WEIGHT: We don’t need to know that  BUILD: Petite/curvy EXERCISE HABITS: Honestly, she doesn’t really go to the gym unless someone forces her to go with them. Back at school when Amelia was on the quidditch team, the girls would regularly work out together. Now she more so relies on youtube videos and a yoga mat to get a workout done in her room TATTOOS: None, although she’s not opposed  PIERCINGS: She’s had the standard lobe piercings for as long as she can remember, but has gotten some over the years. Two on each lobe, as well as her helix and tragus on one side, and rook on the other.  MARKS/SCARS: Most of her scrapes were healed before they ever got a chance to scar; but she does have one particularly notable one on the back of her neck. Not having listened to her mum, she’d hurt herself and terrified of getting in trouble, had hidden the pretty large cut away. Sadly, it had resulted in dittany not being used soon enough.  NOTABLE FEATURES: None USUAL EXPRESSION: LOL let’s just say resting bitch face.  CLOTHING STYLE: Honestly, it’s always changing. Glenda’s super into what’s trendy and ‘in’ and her style really reflects that. She loves bright colors and things that make her stand out (especially given that she’s so short), and her staple is heels. She honestly almost always has some sort of heel on.  JEWELRY: She basically always wears her mothers necklace that was given to her before leaving for Hogwarts. It’s a pretty simple design, just a small pendant with a tiny wildflower in resin. Earrings are also a staple for her, she rarely takes them out and is always sporting something. ALLERGIES: Pollen, latex, dogs. Sad. DIET: She’ll literally try anything once  PHYSICAL AILMENTS: None to make note of

PSYCHOLOGY

MORAL ALIGNMENT: True Neutral TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: Musical Intelligence  APPROXIMATE IQ: 121 MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: None SOCIABILITY: Emotive  PHOBIA(S): Touching raw cotton, spiders ADDICTION(S): At most her phone DRUG USE: Occasionally will smoke some weed but more socially than anything else ALCOHOL USE: Again occasionally and as a social thing PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: Not really. Although she might want to sometimes, Glenda’s never actually hit anyone

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: Very casual QUIRKS: Her height, she’s so short. She talks pretty loudly and very quickly compared to others, she’s definitely that person that you have to remind to speak quieter sometimes. Very extroverted HOBBIES: Roller skating, baking HABITS: She has pretty much the same wake up routine? Cannot function without making some tea in the morning.  NERVOUS TICKS: Lip nibbling. So much lip nibbling. When she’s uncomfortable or nervous or basically anything other than neutral.   She also tends to wring her hands when she’s nervous and she’ll fiddle with her rings or any jewelry she might have on. DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: Honestly, she’s just always trying to one-up herself. It’s not that she necessarily has to prove anything to anyone accept herself.  FEARS: Being mediocre. Although she wouldn’t admit it, she’s terrified of people hating or disliking her when she does actually put herself out there. POSITIVE TRAITS: NEGATIVE TRAITS: SENSE OF HUMOR: DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: Not too much, but she doesn’t mind cursing and regularly does so CATCHPHRASE(S): None, really? 

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: Listening to music tbh.  ANIMAL: To have? Cats. To just like admire? Sloths, man.  BEVERAGE: Tea COLOR: Pink DESIGNER: Marc Jacobs FOOD: Straight up just some farfalle with pesto and loaded with pine nuts. Topped with some parm. Amazing.  FLOWER: Daffodils  GEM: Amethyst  HOLIDAY:  Halloween MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: Apparition  MOVIE: Ever After MUSICAL ARTIST: Tove Lo maybe? Stevie Nicks? SCENERY: Some pretty fucking mountains, man.  SCENT: Woodsy, musky scents. Or rose.  SPORT: Honestly, none SPORTS TEAM: ^^^  TELEVISION SHOW: Superstore, Arrested Development. ...Greys Anatomy WEATHER: Snow!!  VACATION DESTINATION: She’s gone nowhere really, like, she’s been on one holiday because of Sienna and so I don’t think she actually has a favorite. 

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: That her podcast really, really takes off. That she becomes properly relevant in the music industry as someone who genuinely has something to say.  GREATEST FEAR: Irrelevance, but also loneliness. She doesn’t want to base anything of herself on love or relationships but she definitely has this fear of ultimately being alone. Or not even being alone, but being lonely.  MOST AT EASE WHEN: In her room, hanging out with her best friends and listening to music. It’s peaceful, it’s happy.  LEAST AT EASE WHEN: In a new environment with new people that she doesn’t necessarily know or trust. She’s not necessarily uncomfortable, but she’s more on guard than in any other situation. 

#bio #if witchery is a sin she’s going to burn-smiling︱Glenda Chittock

[squadron-leader-farrier]

Let's spice things up a bit; ANSWER ALL OF THE QUESTIONS

oh baby, you answered m prayers lol this is gonna be long so buckle up ?

1. favourite place in your country? my hill station, because of the weather, and because i haven’t been to many places, and the ones that i have been to were extremely hot and i never want to go there again,

2. do you prefer spending your holidays in your country or travel abroad? depends on the holidays tbh. what the festivals the holidays fall near and that. i’d stay here for some, but for the ones that we don’t celebrate in my country like Halloween, i’d like to go abroad.

3. does your country have access to sea? peninsula, babey!

4. favourite dish specific for your country? chicken biryani. boy, oh boy, just thinking about it makes my mouth water. it’s that good. gosh, the flavour, the spice. the way they cook it,,,, the colours ahhhh

5. favourite song in your native language? ones made before the 60s. and the patriotic songs. there are too many to name, but two (non patriotic) ones are this and this (because they’re sad love songs and give me flyboys feels ya kno?)

6. most hated song in your native language? like, as a nation? idk. but personally, i hate, absolutely loathe any songs made after the 60s. they lack originality and creativity. all they did was rip off popular english songs, and changed the lyrics. that’s literally all they did. and they are super proud of it. i hate it. the music industry had gone to complete shit. even today they don’t know what good music is and ow to make it. they’re remixing all the old ones because they lack creativity. i hate it. 

7. three words from your native language that you like the most? i don’t like any three words, because they’re not that appealing on their own (not the ones i can think of right at this moment) but rather, phrases. when you string those words and make poetry or prose. it’s really beautiful, and really poetic. perhaps the best ones are in those two songs, and others like them.

8. do you get confused with other nationalities? if so, which ones and by whom? i haven’t been in a situation like that so i can’t say.

9. which of your neighbouring countries would you like to visit most/know best? probably Russia because the ones right next to me are exactly the same in topographical, cultural and architectural respects. there’s literally nothing new to see there, so i’d like to go to Russia.

10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language? so it’s basically three: bhenchod/madarchod/chutiya. all of them mean motherfucker in their basic essence, but are used to describe people, cuss out people, call your pal, so basically, the hindi equivalent of fuck. can be used as adjectives, prepositions, verbs, nouns, whatnot. can be used individually or all together. perhaps splash one of them in a conversation to make the group giggle a bit more while telling a funny story. 

11. favourite native writer/poet? the ones who wrote nationalistic literature during the freedom struggle. so, to say, i like Sarojni Naidu, and Tagore. they’re perhaps the most famous ones of the time, and i like their work. 

12. what do you think about English translations of your favourite native prose/poem? i don’t have any, because they’re already written in english by the authors. i read a poem or two lying around somewhere, but the thing about hindi is that the translations don’t bear the same feelings as the originals. 

13. does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders?  oh there are too many. too many by far. most of them are the usual black cat and others, oh, one i heard when i was in like 4th grade was that you shouldn’t go out with open wet hair at night because a spirit can get caught in em and come home with you. so that was strange. my family doesn’t have any, we’re rather realistic.

14. do you enjoy your country’s cinema and/or TV? no not in the least. you know why? because of this. i swear to fuck, the person who uploaded this compilation didn’t edit a single thing in. how do i know? because i’ve watched these on actual television. when i was young. in my neighbour’s tv. 

15. a saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get? remember when some of you motherfuckers got offended by bitch lasagna because you lack basic understanding what a fucking joke is? you don’t know what satire is? you are the reason why people think indians have no sense of humour because you DON’T it was a fucking JOKE holy shit i’m so triggered by this

16. which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with? haven’t heard of many stereotypes about us, but the laziest one i can think of is that we can do math and are good at science. we’re not. i’m shit at all of that. so are my 34 other classmates. 

17. are you interested in your country’s history?  not really, tbh. maybe the period just before independence, and some post-independence stuff, because i got dirt on those politicians and i want more of that so that i have a reasonable justification for hating politicians.

18. do you speak with a dialect of your native language? i don’t know, maybe i’m so used to it i don’t even realise lol. but i guess so.

19. do you like your country’s flag and/or emblem? what about the national anthem? YES. YES. YES. i love them. i absolutely adore them. the flag is so symbolic and so beautiful i love her (orange on top for sacrifice, white in the middle for purity, green at the bottom for prosperity, the blue circle in the middle for resolution and justice, just ahhhh). the national anthem always gives me the chills. everytime i hear it playing somewhere, or when we sing it sometimes after assembly, or during days like today (independence day) or republic day, when we finish singing the last line it just always makes me a bit emotional and proud? yeah. today i almost started crying because i love it so much.

20. which sport is The Sport in your country? Cricket. even though the national sport is hockey. no one cares about hockey :(

21. if you could send two things from your country into space, what would they be?  the memers who think they’re very funny, (which they are not in the least), and the anti nationalists and separatists. i do not want them here. get lost. fuck off. shooo.

22. what makes you proud about your country? what makes you ashamed? what makes me proud, is the freedom struggle of the revolutionaries, and the progress we’re making in every field, the hospitality of the people, and the unity in diversity. what makes me ashamed is that there’s still so much corruption in the government, can’t help it, the law’s delay, gosh the people who think they’’re better than everybody else, the entertainment industry, the music industry, some of the people, most of the politicians, etc.

23. which alcoholic beverage is the favoured one in your country? bold of you to assume we have a single favourite beverage for the entire country. i think it varies from state to state. for mine i think it may be something apple related, because we have lots of apples here. the season is also coming lol and also, it’s very confusing because some states have completely banned alcohol and in some the legal drinking age is 18. 

24. what other nation is joked about most often in your country? canada and ‘murica mostly because so many people immigrate there 

25. would you like to come from another place, be born in another country? i’d like to be British, because  i like the aesthetic and weather. 

26. does your nationality get portrayed in Hollywood/American media? what do you think about the portrayal? i don’t watch many movies, but i think it’s not much/a small amount and neither do i mind nor do i care. 

27. favourite national celebrity? no one. i hate all of them.

28. does your country have a lot of lakes, mountains, rivers? do you have favourites? yep!! she’s not called a subcontinent for nothing, babey! i live near the Himalayas, so i like that.

29. does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country? oooooh yes. ooooooooooh  boy. with Pakistan lol. mainly because of the union territory of jammu and kashmir. because pakistan wants it, we want it, and it legally also belongs to us. there’s separatists there, anti nationalists, and there’s poverty there, so it’s easy to instigate the people against the government. there were wars fought for it, most of them ended in our favour, but the other side is still making so many ceasefire violations, it is insane. it has been years, and every other day there’s a new violation. there’s lots of unrest in the valley, which is a shame, because it is a truly beautiful place. 

30. do you have people of different nationalities in your family? my uncle is British, my cousin’s husband is also a Brit. a great-grand relative of mine was also British. there are none on my mother’s side.

[nonasuch]

dogfather update: halloween

in the days leading up to Halloween, Harry worries about Padfoot, a bit. at home, Padfoot would sometimes spend the day avoiding everyone, curled up at the back of the shed or in a corner of the attic. some years, he’d stick to Harry’s side like glue, not wanting Harry out of his sight for a moment. knowing what he now knows, Harry understands it, and his mum and dad have told him to give Padfoot space when he needs it.

but he still worries, just a bit.

he leaves it be, anyway. on Halloween, he tries not to wonder what Padfoot’s doing when he doesn’t see so much as a hair of him all day. he’s got enough to worry about on his own, really: he’s busy all the time, between Quidditch and lessons and homework. 

not to mention the small issue of the huge monster in the third floor corridor, and whatever it’s guarding. he’s got a lot going on, does Harry, without even taking Padfoot into account.

when he and Ron accidentally lock Hermione Granger in with a mountain troll, though, Harry does take a moment to fervently wish that Padfoot could be clingy this year.

they manage to knock out the troll, somehow. once it’s stopped moving, Harry and Hermione climb to their feet, and Ron stands there frozen, still clutching his wand.

it’s Hermione who speaks first.

"is it -- dead?"

and then the door slams open. it’s Padfoot, at a dead run.

he turns into Sirius without breaking stride, and then skids to a halt, wand upraised, and takes in the scene before him.

“we’re all right!” says Harry.

“I knew it,” says Hermione.

“hang on,” says Ron.

“oh, fuck,” says Sirius, very heartfelt, but he has to turn back into Padfoot when the rest of the grown-ups flood in.

Hermione, to Harry’s surprise, takes the blame, and the scolding from Professor McGonagall, and the five lost points. she leaves without a word of protest, which isn’t like her at all.

as for Harry and Ron, they get much less of a scolding and five points apiece for Gryffindor, so it certainly could have been worse. even leaving aside the near-death by troll.

Professor McGonagall sends them back to Gryffindor Tower, with Padfoot for an escort. as they go, Ron shoots baffled looks at Padfoot and at Harry in turns, not knowing what to ask first.

before they get very far, though, Hermione steps out from behind a statue.

“er,” she says. “thanks. for-- you know.”

“thanks for not ratting us out,” says Ron, and Harry nods in agreement. he’s never liked Hermione all that much, before, but he thinks they’re probably going to be friends from now on. knocking out a mountain troll together is the sort of thing that means you have to be friends afterwards. he’s pretty sure.

“right,” Hermione says, and draws herself up, pulling on an approximation of her usual know-it-all haughtiness. it reminds Harry of Professor McGonagall trying to muster her stern look. he likes her better now that he knows who she is underneath it.

“I want to know what’s going on,” Hermione says. “there’s an empty classroom here, we’ve a few minutes before anyone will miss us.”

“wow,” says Ron. “once you break a rule you don’t look back, do you?”

“only when it’s really important,” says Hermione.

Ron shrugs. “fair enough,” he says. “sorry, Harry, but I’ve got some questions too, starting with our sixth secret dorm-mate.”

he levels a look at Padfoot, who gives the doggy equivalent of a shrug and trots into the empty classroom.

once the door is shut and locked, Padfoot changes into Sirius. he seizes Harry in a hug that turns, halfway through, into shaking some sense into him.

“I’m never leaving you alone on Halloween again, you little maniac,” he tells Harry. “not for a bloody minute.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” Harry says. he pries himself free with as much dignity as he can manage, which isn’t much. “anyway, we’d better tell Ron and Hermione what’s going on.”

“all right,” Sirius says. he makes a visible effort to settle himself. “but I want to know what they’ve worked out on their own, first.”

Hermione bites her lip. “well,” she says. “I thought-- Harry. you’re here to protect him, right?”

“right,” says Sirius.

she turns to Harry, and says “because you’re not Harry MacIntyre, are you?”

“yes I am,” says Harry. Hermione’s Muggleborn, and should know better.

she makes a ‘fair enough’ sort of face, and says, “I mean, you weren’t always. not originally.”

“well, yes,” says Harry.

“that’s what I thought!” says Hermione. “because you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century, aren’t you? and I saw your scar at our first flying lesson. and these old pictures I saw in the trophy room, you look just like-- and, well-- it all made sense, when I put the pieces together.”

“well done,” says Sirius. “I think you must be the cleverest witch in your year.”

Hermione grins, pleased by the compliment.

“well, I’m not the cleverest witch in our year,” says Ron, “so could someone please just tell me what’s going on?”

“sorry,” says Harry.

he flounders, for a moment, looking for the right way to explain it.

“remember right before we got off the train,” he says, “when you told me there was a famous wizard named Harry and people might be a bit weird to me about it?”

“yeah,” says Ron.

“well… they wouldn’t be wrong to,” says Harry. “even if I’d rather they didn’t.”

“...oh,” says Ron.

“please don’t be weird about it,” says Harry.

“I won’t!” says Ron. “I just need a minute. and, hang on-- that doesn’t explain him.” he points at Sirius.

“I thought maybe you were an Auror,” says Hermione. “sent by the Ministry as a bodyguard. but that’s not right, is it?”

“no,” says Padfoot. “I’m Harry’s godfather. my name is Sirius Black.”

Ron goes white under his freckles.

Harry says, all in a rush, “and he was framed for murder and wrongfully convicted and he’s been protecting me from You-Know-Who’s people since I was six but it’s a very long story and we need to get back and I promise I’ll explain all of it and everything you’ve heard is probably wrong.”

“...all right,” says Ron. “I’m taking a lot on faith here, y’know.”

“I know,” says Harry.

he explains as much as he can on the walk back up to Gryffindor tower, but once they go in there’s too many people and too much commotion. anyway, when he sees all the food, Harry suddenly realizes that he’s ravenously hungry.

so does ron, by the look of the plate he piles up. at first Harry thinks Hermione must be even hungrier, until he catches her setting her second heaping plate on the floor under an out-of-the-way table.

he and Padfoot go over to join her, Ron trailing behind.

“I have so many questions,” says Hermione.

“I can’t believe you’re secretly famous,” says Ron.

“I’m glad you’re the first ones to know,” says Harry.

they both look a little startled by this, but also pleased.

“don’t worry, mate,” says Ron. “you can trust us.”

“of course!” says Hermione. “I’d never betray a confidence.”

“I know,” says Harry. “just-- thanks.”

#the dogfather #dogfather story post #harry potter

[fandom-blackhole]

Hello there, my darling. It is me 🐣. Forst of all, sorry for leaving you on ''read''. I've been too busy with shitshow happening in my life. Finally, late at night I can indulge in our little world. Also, I am so happy that other readers have been participating! I've seen so many good points! Oh, but I felt kinda bad for the anonnie who was dissatisfied with Boba's lack of proper sexting. Sorry not sorry but I have a blast everytime we bully tech-grandpa Boba. Okay, onto your entries!

Yes, camping with Paz!!! He lives for hiking,

Also sharing a sleeping bag with him,

Yes, yes, especially since nights in the mountains are definitely cold 😉,

Oh god, oh yes, after some intense wrestling session, laying together and stargazing,

Paz with tatts??

Hell yeah!

I've seen noonies being onto idea that Paz is a geek,

So he definitely has a sleeve tatt with all of his favorite heroes,

Also Miles Morales! Omg, yes, Paz favorite movie is Into the Spoderverse!,

Also Paz has some inspirational/self-love related tattoos in this foreign language (mando'a?),

Trip too Zoo with our beloved clan = a disaster,

Lots of pics of Din holding Grogu while petting and feeding animals 😍,

Grogu and his weird food fixation, bless his soul,

Yes! DIPPIN' DOTS, BLUE RASPBERRY ICE FTW,

Yes a frog stuffie!!! When you guys get back home, he waddles back to his cool space room and introduces baby Yoda to his new friend!,

Ah yes, the frog catching disaster,

You and Din discussing getting Grogu a pet frog,

Uncle Paz helps with getting the right terrarium kit!,

You often catch Paz babytalking to his Ad'ika,

Typicial, who's the good boy? Yes, you are,

Also Paz playing dead and his little companion jumping all over him to revive him,

Din as Mando, Grogu as Baby Yoda and you as Omera, you say?? Heck yeah!,

Also Razor Crest needs a costume as well!,

Uncle Boba throwing a huge ass Halloween party,

Big deal event, celebrities showing up,

Kudos to anon who pitched the idea of Bonnie and Clyde!,

Also Pedro Pascal shows up at the party too,

He is dressed as mando,

Shitshow is about to go down 😂,

People getting confused because Pedro and Din not only have similar posture but they also sound similar, it's too uncanny-valley,

Boba would definitely kidnap you from the dance floor to do some urgent wrestling!,

Also umm 😳 gunplay!kink Boba 😳,

You and Paz going trick or treating!!!,

Witch Paz once casted a curse upon a customer who was being a huge karen to the waitress,

He loves his employees dearly, so no messing around is allowed!,

His employees were shipping you with him long before you became a thing,

Paz once jokingly said that he would lick and eat anything off of you,

You were like hmm even spaghetti?,

And he was like heck yess,

Eww, Paz baby, gross!

Next time he was slurp slurping pasta from your body, srsly this goofball,

Afterwards, he cleaned you nicely, through and through no worries,

Giving Boba a head while he dives his expensive car? 😳,

Also he has a big hot tube and a pool in his penthouse!,

Drinking expensive alcohol while snuggling in the tub?,

Making Boba to loosen up, skinny dipping in the pool??,

You and Din were wrestling rather intensively, and he mumbled something about adding another child to you little family,

You didn't pay much attention to that,

Until he started to grunt about putting a baby in you every now and then,

You having a talk with him,

He shyly explaining that it was his deepest desire to have a big loving family,

Admitting that vision of you carrying for Grogu makes him bothered every time,

Also he said he couldn't get the image of you with a baby bump out of his head,

Omg Paz being infertile???

You've just broken my heart as wel...

But Boba and Kamino project to the rescue???,

Or alternatively, he would have no problem adopting children, being blood related isn't important to him at all,

Auntie Armorer comforting him about his problem,

But imagine if he somehow managed to get you pregnant... 😭😭😭

Also, Mr Fett senior looking up from the heavens at his son, thinking when he'd get grandchildren to carry on the family ''business'' legacy

Once again sorry for the lack of my participation I will try to tune in more often, my darling! Also, I didn't add much this time sorry my mind was somewhere else this time. I will try to add more ideas later! - 🐣

Welcome back darling!!! I missed you, and don't worry about being away take all the time you need. I am also glad that you enjoyed all of our other little rambles that I've answered!

Paz named his dog Ad'ika, this man most definitely has quotes/self love tattoos in mando'a, mandalorian ruins, or aurebesh

Paz has a tattoo for all of his fallen friends and teammates he lost while he was in military

Paz baby talking his dog is so fucking cute!!!

Paz definitely taught his dog all of the tricks, including play dead

When the two of you go trick or treating some of the kids do get scared of him because he's dressed like chewie and he's huge. He pouts because he didn't mean to scare them

Paz totally does little curses to the people who come in and are rude, you don't treat his employees like that, or the other customers without retaliation

His employees had a pool going to see how long it takes before Paz actually mans up and asks you out, and then another one fore how long it'll take before the two of you are married

If you would let him, Paz would never use a plate again. He would eat anything and everything off of you, but his favorites are sweets

Chocolate syrup, yes please. Paz makes sure to thoroughly clean you up 😉

Paz finally opens up to you about his impotency issues one night and you hold him close telling him that, that doesn't matter to you

Paz would and could adopt every child he meets if he could

But also like imagine, one day while you both are still dating, you've missed your period for a month or two, but you don't think much about it because you can't have kids with Paz right?

Well you go to the doctors because something is obviously wrong, and because it is procedure they run a pregnancy and it comes back positive and you're just floored

When you get home and Paz asks how everything went, worried about you, you just blurt it out and Paz freezes

He doesn't know what to think, he's overjoyed and he loves you, but he isn't supposed to be able to have kids, so is it his kid? He quickly yeets that thought away because he knows and trusts you

After that he goes full daddy bear mode and is protective of you and just constantly trying to hover over you

Also Paz helping Grogu with finding and taking care of a frog

Din absolutely melted at the sight of Grogu feeding the animals, it made him so proud of his son

Grogu loves all of his stuffed animals and he is constantly playing and talking with them

His favorite is ofcourse his baby yoda

GROGU POINTS TO PEDRO AND ALWAYS CALLS HIM DAD. He does this with the mandalorian and just any pictures

You totally introduce Grogu to bubble tea, and he absolutely L O V E S it

Din making little comments about about want creating a family with you

Din always begging to cum inside of you

Grogu once asked for a little brother or sister and Din almost combusted

As for what Razor Crest should be for Halloween, I would say either a ting Razor Crest ship or tiny Kryate Dragon?

Pedro would be so ecstatic to meet his basically identical twin

(You accidentally go up to Pedro and kiss his cheek at one point before you realize you mixed and Din pouts)

Boba's Halloween party is totally Great Gatsby themed

Boba totally keeps trying to get handsys and you have to push him away

Slow and passionate wrestling in Boba's hot tub

ROAD HEAD! ROAD HEAD!

I raise you, Boba fingering the life out of you as he's driving

Imagine finding a picture of Boba and Jango and smiling at Boba telling him he looks just like his father

Boba joking about carrying on the tradition and making a little Boba

Then the both of you just look at eachother and pretty much jump eachother simultaneously

(Also imagine getting kidnapped by an enemy crime syndicate and Boba just going on a war path)

(SEND ME THOTS!!!)

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