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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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Dream tried to stop Wil from creating L'Manburg, Phil tried to stop him from blowing it up, BOTH value people over items and builds, Phil has said that they're replaceable but people aren't, Dream traded spirit for his best friends fishes (we kno he's not someone to talk abt feelings:[) BOTH were kind and selfless but used by almost if not everyone, BOTH were ready to be THE VILLAINS if it meant everyone else could live better after. ONE of them always had someone there, ONE didn't. Intentional?

aaaa sorry for the really inconsistent posts ,, im gonna try to post a little more in the next few days. i have a few things written up, so look out for them? maybe? for now, have this *gestures vaguely* thing ,, it’s kinda a mess but *shrug*

phil is such a fun character, anon, especially for all the reasons that you mentioned in the ask!! he’s a really fun character with a lot of complexities that go (sadly) overlooked by a large portion of the fandom, but he’s super cool even tho i havent analyzed him too much. hope you enjoy (and i hope my interpretation of c!phil isnt too ooc lmao)

tw: mentioned blood, injury, implied torture/abuse, starvation, trauma, mentioned death, prison arc/pandora’s vault

When Techno first brings Dream back from the prison, Phil doesn’t quite know what to think.

“I don’t trust him either,” Techno assures him, but there’s a flickering anger in the backs of his eyes, one that had emerged ever since he came back from the prison with the other man in his arms, and Phil knows his friend well enough to know that the words are empty in the face of the piglin hybrid’s particular brand of to-the-death loyalty. He shakes his head in reply, refusing to voice his thoughts for Techno’s sake, at least, but the look that the other slants at him suggests that he’s caught onto them all the same.

At first, the work is thankfully mindless; even if Phil has reservations on the man that Techno has more or less dumped into his house, he would hardly wish the clear suffering he’s been through on anyone. The first few days pass in a flurry of brewing potions, wrapping and rewrapping dressings, stitching up cuts and setting broken bones straight. The damage is extensive; Phil has to take more than a few breaks to just leave the house and breathe - he’s far from a stranger to blood and carnage, had received the title of ‘Angel of Death’ for a reason, but even he had never been particularly familiar with this form of cruelty. Torture was a level of violence that extended beyond what even he was willing to bestow - his hands may have caused many deaths, and the weight of each one would continue to haunt him for the rest of his life, but even those had the mercy of being a quick end. The wounds and scars that ripple over Dream’s skin, thin and stretched tightly over his bones with little muscle and fat left to cushion them, speak of horrors that were anything but merciful.

“I didn’t know they were capable of all of this,” Techno says, once, as they huddle of Dream, wringing towels in cold water to wipe his feverish skin. Techno’s hand reaches for the ribboning gold-filled scars that remain from the execution - carefully, Phil raises his hand to let his fingertips brush over them as well. “I mean, I knew he was dangerous and all, but-”

“I know, mate,” Phil looks back at Dream’s face, tight even in unconsciousness, at the darkened, hand-shaped bruises that remain around his throat, at the scar that runs over his left eye, clearly meant to mirror the same one that makes its way down the duck hybrid’s own face. “You said that Quackity and Sam were working together?”

“Yeah,” Techno’s expression darkens, eyes focused somewhere on the wall, seemingly very far away. He said that nothing happened to him in the prison, and he seemed relatively unharmed when Phil activated the stasis chamber, but ever since he came back, sometimes he’ll have moments, and Phil can’t help but - wonder. “Quackity does the dirty work, Sam gives him the way in and out, probably also the tools to do it. It’s-” he huffs a short, self-recriminating laugh. “It’s bad, Phil.”

“Mate-”

Techno shoots him a look, and Phil cringes, knowing already that he’d used the wrong tone. Even with the execution, Techno had been adamant to hide all traces of his own terror and fear away from him, masking it all with fury for Phil’s own sake. He knows, just from the way his old friend looks at the ribboning scars that remain sometimes, that he is far from as over the whole ordeal as he acts, but Techno never wants to talk and Phil never knows the right time to ask and they smooth it all behind plans and explosions and hope that the TNT can blow apart the trauma, too. He’s got a sneaking suspicion that the same thing is going to happen, here.

“As soon as we can,” Techno starts again, pointedly shifting his eyes away from Phil’s face, “we’re calling a Syndicate meeting to figure out what we’re going to do about the prison. Like- come on, man, you couldn’t make a more transparent abuse of institutional power if you tried, really-” he looks over, uncharacteristic uncertainty warring over his features. “If you think that’s good, I mean-“

“Of course, mate.” Phil’s voice softens. “Whenever you’re ready.”

‘Whenever he’s ready,’ as it turns out, is easier said than done, becoming even more evident when their charge wakes up from his days long spell of unconsciousness. The worst of his injuries have, under their careful care and the benefit of many potions, healed enough to no longer directly threaten his life, but the vast majority have quite some time to go before being healed completely. Being as the goal was torture and not death, most of his injuries weren’t made to be life-threatening, but rather to cause as much pain as possible - from the grimace that twists Dream’s face when he struggles to force himself awake, they’re doing their jobs.

“Hey, mate, slow down,” Phil murmurs, pressing the man down by his shoulder when Dream weakly tries to push himself up and off the bed, and his struggling only lasts for a few more minutes before he gives up and slumps against his pillow, eyes cracking open and seeming surprisingly lucid.

“Where-“ his voice is wrecked, and Phil reaches for the glass of water at the bedside as Dream coughs. “Where am I?”

“You’re at Techno’s house,” Dream’s eyes widen and then slip closed as he processes the information, a wrinkle forming between his eyebrows as they knit together. “We broke you out, after Techno escaped with a stasis chamber with your book. Do you remember?”

Dream gnaws on his bottom lip. “Um- yeah. I think.” His head turns as his eyes crack open again- “Techno-“

“He’s out, right now. He’ll be back in a bit.”

“Oh.” Dream falls back into the bed, strength seemingly sapped from the short conversation. His breathing stutters, then steadies. “Okay.”

Recovery is slow. Phil doesn’t actually find himself seeing the man very often; now that he doesn’t need around-the-clock care anymore, he’s moved back into his own house, letting Techno do most of the work when it comes to rehabilitating the escaped convict crashing at his house. As he begins to spend more of his time awake and aware, he brings a whole slew of new problems; Phil catches him screaming one day, blurting harsh, angry words as Techno reads, unbothered from the other side of the room, and he stops in his tracks standing awkwardly in the doorway.

“Um-“ he winces when Dream curses, smashes something against the floor, and then curls into himself at the sound. Techno doesn’t even flinch. “Am I interrupting something?”

Dream stomps away, face flushed, arms wrapped around himself. Techno raises an eyebrow.

“You lookin’ for something, Phil?” he asks, and the unpleasant knot in Phil’s chest refuses to unwind.

The episodes, unfortunately, don’t seem to get much better. Though he’s rarely outright violent, Dream looks constantly murderous, usually muttering underneath his breath about something or another while he stalks the grounds of Techno’s house. It’s not too long before Techno sends him out to work around the house instead of just moping within the cottage, which also means that Phil sees him a lot more - tending to a small farm behind the house, feeding the dogs, hacking away at mobs, and usually complaining the entire time. It’s unnerving, even as injured and unarmored as the man is, to see him walking around like this; despite his rather pathetic appearance, swamped in sweaters that dwarf him thoroughly and thin enough to look like the slightest breeze will knock him over, his eyes are flinty and intelligent and bubble with promises of revenge.

“FUCK!” Phil turns to see him slamming a shovel into the snow, stomping away into the woods, and his hands tighten around his cup of tea. Next to him, Techno shrugs.

“Nerd’s got a few issues,” he drawls, and Phil laughs shortly.

“That seems like an understatement.”

“He’ll ease up in time,” Techno sounds surprisingly confident, completely content despite the muffled curses that come from the woods next to them. He’s probably used to it, with Chat and all, but Phil can’t quite seem to find the same calm.

“I just don’t know, mate,” Phil shakes his head. “You sure having him around is the best idea? He doesn’t seem...stable.”

Techno looks up at him over the rim of his cup of coffee. His head tilts, considering, but there’s a small smile on his face that tells Phil that Techno, inexplicably, doesn’t share the same sentiments. There was always a part of him that was, for the lack of a better word, softer than the rest of the server for his self-proclaimed rival, a sort of understanding that Phil could hardly hope (nor would really want to) understand.

“Don’t worry, Phil, if he tries anything I can always just tie him up in the attic or something,” Phil huffs a small laugh, amused, and nods to concede the point. “And- well, call it intuition. You could really try talkin’ to him, you know. He reminds me of you, sometimes.”

The words stick in his head despite his best efforts, rattling in his skull when he tries to sleep, lingering when he catches glimpses of the green-clothed man stalking around their properties. He can’t imagine what would’ve prompted his old friend to make the comparison, can’t think of a single thing (besides their affinity for the color green) that would mark him as similar to the - from what he’s heard - deranged menace with a particular penchant for destruction (not that his rants and fits of anger are doing anything to correct that impression). Even so, Techno had sounded so sure when he’d made the comparison, the words offhand like he’d thought them a million times before, like it was a simple observation that held no more weight than commenting on the color of the sky. Phil watches as Dream lugs a pile of logs behind him, huffing at one of Techno’s dogs that comes to chase and nip at his feet and grumbling loudly before faceplanting into the snow. He just...can’t see it.

Days later, Wilbur comes to visit, a grin on his lips as he dramatically recounts his newest exploit: a nation by Las Nevadas, a supposed safe haven away from the glitter and glory of Quackity’s city; it sounds brilliant, it sounds lovely, and more than anything it sounds stupid, and Phil tells him as such immediately.

“You’re being reckless,” he rants at his son, wings flaring outwards and only barely noticing Dream watching from the corner of his eye, “What are you doing- picking fights with Quackity? Starting another nation- didn’t you see what happened to the first two you made? You’re going to get yourself killed, Wil!”

“Well, I’ve already seen what’s on the other side of death, and it’s really not that bad-“

“You’re my son!” The words are angrier than Phil would’ve liked, and he knows that he looks ridiculous and overbearing, criticizing the actions of his fully grown son, but all he can see is Wilbur’s face, slack with pain and grief, stained with ash and soot as his eyes flutter to half-mast in the midst of the rubble of a country he loved and destroyed and destroyed him in turn. “I can’t lose you again, Wil!”

Wilbur doesn’t quite storm out, but it’s a near thing, leaving with a clipped goodbye and leaving Phil seething on his doorstep. He spends the rest of the night pacing around the house in a sort of mad frenzy, wings stretching and folding over and over. Not for the first time, he longs for the sky, to feel the air through his wings and let the world fall into pinpricks below him; it’s this that leads him to the roof of his house, staring stubbornly at the clouds as the sun sinks down to the horizon.

“Hey.”

Phil startles; there, down below him, is Dream. He rocks back on his heels, seeming awkward, before clambering up the wall (Phil rolls his eyes at the ease with which he scales it, the feeling in his chest almost fond) and settling himself on the shingles at Phil’s side.

“Hey, mate,” Phil shakes his head. The fondness leaves, and the irritation that had risen at Wilbur’s words, earlier, comes back full-force. “Sorry- Wil came to visit, we talked. I just needed some time to think.”

Dream hums in acknowledgement, and they fall into a comfortable silence, watching as the sun dipping down past the mountains in the distance.

“You know,” Dream starts, sudden, “I told him the same thing.” He looks up at Phil, eyes faraway with old memories. “Wilbur, I mean. When he made L’manburg- I told him he was being reckless.” He shrugs. “I guess he never listened.”

Phil pauses, Techno’s words ringing in his ears. He reminds me of you, sometimes.

Dream looks surprisingly normal up close - face no longer reddened with fever or pale from blood loss, even the scars fail to really take from the boyishness of his face. He bites his lips, eyes falling away at Phil’s scrutiny, golden blond hair flopping over his forehead, newly trimmed to be something a little closer to his old length, at least in the front, the back pulled into a small ponytail. He’s young, and shockingly awkward, teeth worrying his lip, hands fiddling with each other, shifting his weight from one foot to the other several times a minute. He looks like a kid.

“He never does,” Phil lets himself smile, watches as Dream smiles back, almost like they’re sharing a joke. He wonders how well he really knows the man behind the mask. “Want to come in for some tea?”

Dream smiles wider, and something old and worn in Phils chest, knocked loose ever since he felt his son fall limp in his arms with his own sword shoved between his ribs, falls back into place.

“That would be great,” Dream replies, the words almost hopeful, and they go inside.

#tw trauma #tw death #tw blood #tw injury #tw torture #tw abuse #tw starvation #prison arc #pandora's vault #-> my writing #my writing :D #my asks !!#-> my asks

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marichat-verse · 3 years

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Mist Memories

Leo Valdez x reader for his birthday ahhhh (even though it's angsty) with a platonic/developing jason x reader cameo at the end (lmao im sorry i couldn't help myself 😭)

Based on this picture I found in pinterest + also [kinda] based on traitor by olivia rodrigo and omg i really recommend u guys listen to this edit because it reminds me so much of this fic that's been stuck in my head for MONTHS also kind of a run away with me prologue lol

Your POV

I nervously made my way across the forest until I reached a limestone cliff. I knocked on the iron door, not really expecting to get an answer.

My boyfriend has been shutting himself in Bunker 9 for the past few weeks. I stood there counting up to seven before knocking again. I knocked again two more times, until he answered in the middle of my last knock.

He removed his goggles and winced as sunlight hit his eyes. He'd grown thinner and paler, making the dark circles in his eyes more pronounced.

"Oh, Leo..." I reached out to brush a few strands of hair away from his face, but he moved away.

"What are you doing here?" He said in a monotone voice.

I moved to walk inside the Bunker, brushing off his hesitation to let me in. "I'm your partner, remember? And I'm really concerned because you're shutting yourself out lately. You know everyone's starting to worry about you. Percy asked me to check on you because you missed pegasus riding with him. Oh, and I'm pretty sure Jason's coming back from Camp Jupiter soon. I was hoping you and Annabeth could be with Piper while Percy and I hung out with Jason because it's been a little awkward since their breakup. Plus Piper wanted to tell you something—"

"Please," he said forcefully causing me to stop and look at him. "Just... Get out."

Normally, he'd shut himself from the world for a few days to work on an important project or because he was feeling really sad and he needed space. But this was getting out of hand. He had never locked me out of his life when I offered to help him. He was never this mean when he asked for space. I was not having this attitude of his.

"Okay, Leo. I tried to play nice. What is so important that you blow off all your friends for nearly a month that you can't even tell your partner, or maybe say hi to your best friend who's coming back from the other side of the country?"

He didn't say anything. He pursed his lips and avoided eye contact. I scanned he room for any signs.

It was messier than usual with all the crumpled paper scattered on the floor, especially on his desk. He could have been drawing up new plans. Something in my gut told me that something wasn't right. There were no new unfinished projects, indicating that he wasn't starting a new invention. Harley's helicopter lay on his bench in the same state it was weeks ago. Huh, not even his siblings could enter the Bunker.

I turned and Leo was already changing Festus' oil. I took this moment of distraction to pick up a few pieces of crumpled paper on the floor and on his desk. I had to process the words a bit longer—too long that Leo took notice. Damn dyslexia.

I heard footsteps speed up behind me, but it was too late. I read enough and got the gist of what he had been trying to do these past few weeks.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He yelled at me. Small embers started to erupt between his curls.

I laughed dryly. "So this is what you've been up to?"

His fists tightened, further crumpling the paper in his hands. His eyes flashed with anger, despair and confusion.

I sighed and focused my eyes on his desk, not daring to look at him any longer. Under some pieces of paper were old photographs of him and Piper from Wilderness School. Yup, those definitely were the mist memories she had with Jason. I read the latest draft he'd been writing:

Dear Piper,

Remember the mist memories from boarding school with Jason? They were real, but they were with me.

I miss you. I miss when it was just us. I miss the night on the roof.

Yours truly,

Leo Valdez

I tried to keep my voice from cracking. "How long?"

I heard him sigh. "Three weeks."

I balled my fists. Tears started to fall and smudge the ink. I wiped them away as fast as they came.

"How?"

"In a dream," his tone softened now. "Hera came to me in a dream and told me to check an old drawer in Bunker 9. I found the photos and the memories came rushing back."

"How long were you dating back then?"

"Two weeks."

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

Silence; then a deep breath.

"No."

I shook my head in disbelief. "Why?"

"Because I knew you'd get upset like—"

"I meant why would you throw away months of our relationship for a couple of weeks of your relationship with her? And without even bothering to tell me? Gods damn it, Leo. We've been together since you've first arrived at camp. And what about those promises you made when we were sailing to Greece? You've been keeping these feelings away from me and you've been lying to me, making me believe that there's still something between us and—"

"Oh, calm down," he said with an annoyed expression and tone, which only infuriated me more, "it's not like I did anything were her yet! I didn't kiss her or tell her how I truly felt for her! She just got out of a relationship with Jason around the same time I had that dream. I had to figure out how to talk to her about it. I've been alone in this Bunker for three. Fucking. Weeks. I didn't cheat on you."

"Oh, and that makes everything better?" I countered. "Being in a relationship isn't about not cheating, Leo. It's about being honest and communicating with each other."

"Oh, like you've been communicating with me? After the war, you take go back to Manhattan for school, and you take a job. I haven't seen you much during the holidays because work has been keeping you in the city. And you won't tell me what you even do for a living!"

I took in a deep breath. "I told you I needed to have a life outside of camp! I needed to know first that I could handle myself in the mortal world as a normal human being. I needed this demigod part of my life to be separate as much as possible! I've been in two wars, Leo. I needed time to myself, too. And I was about to tell you guys in a few more days. But I guess now, I'm glad I've kept you out of that part of my life. At least I have an escape from all of this. And now, especially from you."

I took another deep breath and walked to the door, about to let myself out. I turned back again, both our tear-stained eyes meeting each other.

"If it makes you feel any better," I said softly, "I would've hated the idea of us breaking up. But if you really love her, if you really feel like you have this special connection to her and she makes you happy, then I won't get in your way. You could at least have had the decency to talk to me so we could have left on a good note."

He looked at me with wide eyes, clearly regretting his actions. I sighed and looked around the Bunker, possibly for the last time. Lots of memories were definitely created in this room; all just as grand and meaningful as the inventions they made here. But just like some of Hephaestus' contraptions, some of them were flawed and dumped in his scrapyard, no matter how much potential it could have had.

"Goodbye, Leo."

I sat on a rock on the beach that gave me a beautiful view of Long Island Sound. To my left, the sun started to set, casting an orange filter on everything. My heart broke, remembering how everything glowed orange in the Bunker. Leo always left the fires burning when he was working. The sunlight twinkling against the sea reminded me of how small bits of flame peaked through his hair earlier. I remembered how mad he was at me. Or maybe he was mostly mad at himself.

"Hey."

I jumped when someone sat—or rather, landed—beside me. I turned and smiled, seeing one of my good friends back at camp.

"Hey, you're back," I said weakly. "How long have you been here?"

He smiled at me, although he could maybe sense that something was wrong. "Half an hour, maybe? I saw Annabeth making plans to expand camp to have a city. She made me do an aerial inspection and I told her I'll get back to her tonight. That's when I saw you."

"Mhmm," I mumbled, not really knowing what to say. It was silent for a few minutes before I spoke up again, knowing he was just waiting for me to open up.

"I broke up with Leo."

His head quickly turned to me. I guess he wasn't expecting it to be that bad. "What?"

"Oh yeah," I laughed dryly. "Turns out the mist memories Piper had in Wilderness School with you? They were real. But not with you."

His eyes widened. "Oh... With Leo."

"He locked himself in the Bunker for weeks trying to write a letter. It was heartbreaking. Like, truly heartbreaking. He wanted to tell her how much he missed her and how much he missed them. Then he said how much he missed that night with her under the stars and... It hurt. Like hell."

"Oh," he said. "I guess Piper didn't tell me everything then."

"She knew all along?"

He shook his head. "Maybe not everything, but she told me she's been confused about her feelings lately and she'd been having visions or dreams of possible old memories that were messing with her head."

"I'm sorry about you and Piper," I said.

"Don't be," he said. "I understand her. It did hurt, though. But I think I can get over it some day. We're still awkward around each other, but at least we left on a good note."

I scoffed. "Leo couldn't even give me a good ending to our relationship."

"Hey," he said as he put a hand on my shoulder. "You're a great person, y/n. You've done so much, especially for him. It's his loss that he was stupid enough to let go of you."

"I know that."

"Do you really?"

"I do!" I said. "I'm a great person and I know that. But that doesn't mean what he did doesn't hurt me."

"I know," he said. "You'll find someone who'll treat you like the queen that you are. You're a great person, and I'm not just saying this to cheer you up. I truly think you're amazing."

I smiled at him. "Thanks, Jason. And you'll find someone great, too. Maybe not as great as me but, then again, who is?"

We both let out a laugh. The conch sounded in the distance, signaling dinner. I moved to stand up before hearing Jason speak up again.

"Hey, do you maybe want to just grab a couple of plates and eat out here?"

I smiled. "Yeah. That sounds good. I don't really want everyone else hounding me about the breakup right now."

I don't know how long it was going to take me to get over Leo. We really did gave something special. It was cruel how the universe gave me something so good, to make me have hope that something was finally going right, then have it yanked away from my arms just as suddenly as it came.

He never cheated on me, but that didn't mean he didn't betray every promise we made to each other. I should have known it was too good to be true. Life has always played cruel jokes on me.

Then again, who's to say that things won't turn out for the better, right?

•••

Tagging: @drvrslcense @bubblybubbubs @dreamerball @quteez @aesthetxcimagines @chasingpj @beingleft @wadewilsonsgreatestfriend

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hurricaneonanesthesia · 3 years

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May I request Golden Deer x fem!reader headcanons where her upbringing didn't lend itself to her learning feminine hygiene like shaving or knowing how to braid her hair which makes her insecure and the house notices she never wears short clothes even in sweltering heat? Maybe with Claude x reader undertones?

Of course anon! I’d be more than happy to try my best. I certainly hope that I did them justice! Hopefully they aren’t out of character lol. to be completely honest, i feel like i rushed this towards the end lmao

~Admin Hurricane

Claude von Deer

He didn’t understand it, but you intrigued him

You weren’t like Marianne or Hilda, in fact you were far from it

It surprised him nonetheless when you were wearing long sleeves in sweltering weather

He’d asked you countless times why you weren’t wearing something lighter, but you would always shake your head and continue on with training.

It certainly worried him, when you suddenly fainted one day

He insisted that he be the one to carry you back to the infirmary.

Byleth had to force him to go back to class cause all his pacing outside of the infirmary was giving Manuela a headache.

When you finally woke up, he immediately booked it from the GD classroom and was the first one in

That was when you broke down and told him everything

He listened to every word you had to say, not breaking eye contact once please i love him he’s hubby material why isn’t he real sOB

When you finished he was silent before consoling you and pulling into a hug

He told you that it didn’t matter what your body looks like and that all that mattered was your personality and you as person

That caused you to break down more which made him PANIC lmao

Offered to teach you how to braid hair

Whenever you guys are training or are in battle, he keeps an eye on you to ensure that you don’t faint again cause of heatstroke

Advises you to drink plenty of water, STAY HYDRATED!

Ohoho Byleth the matchmaker caught on, and immediately paired the two of you together

Whenever you’re feeling down cause you don’t seem “feminine enough” or are “too masculine” Claude immediately waves off those bad thoughts

Also to add onto you feeling down, if you were really out of it, he would drag you onto his wyvern and take you out for a ride :))))

Hilda

Hilda squealed when she first saw you, immediately dragging you into her room.

She tried sprucing you up, but you didn’t really get it as she eagerly showed you different outfits and makeup

She got kinda upset when you stared out the window instead bored out of your mind

Tried to get your attention by waving her hands dramatically in front of you

She was pretty surprised when you opened up to her about why you weren’t interested

From then on Hilda decided to give you some tips on how to do your hair and such

She also gave you advice on clothes to wear, if you were still insecure. Something that won’t cause you to overheat, but is light and long enough to cover up your arms and legs.

Overall she was pretty open as soon as she learned about your circumstances and very willing to help.

Lorenz

Off topic but Lorenz please change your goddamn pre time skip hairstyle

To be frank, the two of you didn’t get along that well

Why do I say that? Well you didn’t like his womanizing attitude towards other girls and felt that he was too stuck up for his own good

He thought you were too masculine and brutish for your own good and tried educating you which annoyed you to no ends.

Finally one day, when you couldn’t take his pestering anymore you just snapped

He stood there in shock, completely unsure of what to say

From then on he was more aware of what he said to you cause he was worried that what he would say would wound your pride again

Keeps an eye on you because he’s “such a gentleman” hey, his words not mine.

Raphael

Sorry bby, I love you Raph, but he’s a little bit dense

Doesn’t notice your discomfort at first

Takes you awhile to open up but once you get to know him, he’s more than willing to listen

Being a big bro, he does his best to comfort you and encourage you saying that it doesn’t matter how you act he’s still rooting for you 🥺 BAHA PLEASE I LOVE THIS BIG TEDDY BEAR

Encourages you to wear whatever you like and be proud of yourself

10/10 wholesome relationship

Bonus: if you still don’t know how to braid your hair, he’ll help do it for you cause he’s had plenty of practice with his younger sis

Ignatz

I’d like to think that he’s pretty sensitive and noticed right away

He asked you about why you were constantly wearing long sleeves

At first you weren’t that willing to open up, opting to change the subject and move on

However, as you came to know him more and discovered that his intentions were indeed genuine, you decided to tell him

He was rather surprised at first because he saw nothing wrong with you

He told you to just continue being yourself and that everyone has flaws

You broke down crying and poor iggy panicked

You eventually stopped crying and thanked him

Since you shared your insecurities with him, he shared his secret hobby and love for painting and you encouraged him to pursue his artistic dreams rather than becoming a knight

Lysithea

She has many secrets herself but she isn’t very sensitive to how others are if you’ve seen her support with Marianne I think you know at first

Once you spend more time with her she notices how you avoid talking much about yourself and your upbringing

Not wanting to pry, she left you alone

Once you got to know her better, you slowly opened up about how you felt and your insecurities

And to your surprise, she listened

She kinda just sat off on the side patting your side unsure of what to say

Since you opened up to her, once you got to know her better, she found that she could trust you and told you abt her secret obviously i'm not gonna say it cause spoilers :)

Marianne

You’re insecure? She’s insecure? HOORAY YOU’RE NOW FRIENDS

Whenever the two of you hang out it’s literally just:

“....”

“.....”

“Um…”

Yeah...it's a little hard to strike up a conversation with Marianne at first

She was fairly curious about why you constantly wore long sleeves tho

"Um...y/n not to be rude, but why do you wear long sleeves? Aren't you hot, i-im sorry if I've overstepped, don't mind me…"

But the two of you had grown close so naturally also being insecure you told her about your worries

Marianne didn't rlly know what to tell you at first and went all "oH iM soRRy you sHoULdNt bE taLkiNg tO mE bEcaUsE i bRiNg bAd LuCk"

Leonie

In a sense Leonie could relate to you

She told you to mmmm block out the haters and just be yourself

You gained a confidence boost from her cause she was encouraging and told you to just stay true to yourself.

She truly helped you get your walls down and let you know that its okay

Want more of my writing? Be sure to check out my masterlist :)

If you wanna request something, don’t be afraid to send something my way! Thanks for reading and have a lovely day!

#fe3h #fe3h x reader #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem three houses x reader #claude #claude fire emblem #claude fe3h #claude von riegan x reader #claude von riegan #hilda fe3h #lorenz fe3h #raphael fe3h #ignatz fe3h #lysithea fe3h #marianne fe3h #leonie fe3h #sorry this was rushed forgive me :(

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liberolove · 4 years

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Testing the Waters (pt. 2)

Summary: youve finally graduated high school and now youre moving on to college. youve decided to go to sendai university. its summer and youve become curious about checking out the dating pool in miyagi, so you download a dating app. you figure you might as well have fun before delving too deep into your studies

Part: [part two] out of ???

Pairings: nishinoya x reader / kuroo x reader / oikawa x reader / kiyoko x reader

A/N: theres tons of ships here, just me living out my hoe phase lmao please dont judge me. let me know what yall think

Genre: fluff, smut, crack

Warnings: flirting, college shinanigans

It’s been three days since the last time you saw Yuu. Gosh, even saying his name to yourself gave you goosebumps. You two have been texting non stop and honestly, it felt so refreshing. You were a pretty bad texter but he knew how to keep the conversation going.

One of his favorite things to do was play 21 questions with you. He wasn’t like those fuckboys who would use this opportunity to ask you if you were a virgin or what your favorite position was. Yuu was different. He came up with the craziest scenarios and judged you on the way you answered. One time he asked you how you would escape a 300 lb lion that just broke out of the zoo you were visiting. You honestly had no idea how to respond but eventually you replied,

“I’d make sure to run with a crowd and ‘accidentally’ trip a slow runner so that the lion could get distracted and probably (most likely) attack them. This would buy me some time to get the hell out there.”

This response caught Noya off guard but he loved the way you thought. You continued to come up with barbaric schemes to survive all the scenarios he would throw at you. He kept you guessing and that was what you liked so much about him. He was wild and so were you.

You were getting a little impatient over your next date so you took a deep breath and eventually asked him.

Y/N: Heeey, Yuu. I was wondering when you’d like to go out again. I’d really like to go out with you again.

Nishinoya Yuu: hey cutie! I’ve been wanting to see you again but I haven’t had any days off from work lately.. (; ･`д･´) IM DYING!! I just wanna see yoouuuuu

Y: Aw man.. :( That sucks. When do you think you’ll get your next day off?

N: idk tbh but hopefully it’s soon!!

Y: no worries, just let me know.

N: will do!!

Well, that was that. Now you wondered what you should do to pass the time. You were bored again and needed something to do. “Oh wait. I should check the app. I haven’t checked since I messaged Yuu on there. Maybe I have more matches.”

You opened up the app and you had 10 notifications. You had gotten some likes on the selfie you posted and several people viewed your profile. You checked who looked at your profile, and it was mostly ugly, older, men. “Gross,” you thought to yourself. Besides this, you noticed some new messages.

You opened up the first message.

“Hey sexy! Wanna come see me play? Click my link https://…..”

“Damn bots. So annoying.” You deleted the message. Next message:

“DTF?”

“I mean like yeah, but you could’ve been less forward in your message. What a turn off..” You had one last notification left. Maybe it wouldn’t be a let down.

“Are you made of Fluorine, Iodine, and Neon? 'Cause you are F-I-Ne.”

To be honest, this pick up line did make you giggle a little. You checked out the profile of the mysterious stranger who sent it and you were surprised that it was a bulked up biker. And damn, was he hot as hell.

His hair stood up in an organized, weird bed head kind of way. It made him look like a rooster. Rather than smile in his photos, he smirked. And his eyes looked like he could undress you solely with his gaze. He looked like your typical bad boy, but that didn’t make sense. Why would he use a chemistry pick up line?

This made you become even more interested, so you replied back with another cheesy pick up line.

Y/N: I wish I were adenine because then I could get paired with U.

Kuroo Tetsuro: Hey, kitten. I thought you’d never reply. You had me waiting.

Y: umm??? calling me kitten already?

K: What’s wrong? Are you flustered already? We haven’t even met up yet.

Y: woah there cowboy! hold your horses

K: I’m not a cowboy, but I’ll gladly have you ride me instead.

Y: skskskks i cant even-

K: Sorry. Too much?

Y: YES TOO MUCH

K: Alright. Let me start over. Ahh, a fellow chemist, I presume?

Y: yeaaah, kind of. I have a love/hate relationship with chemistry.

K: Is that so? Maybe I can help with that.

Y: oh really? how so?

K: I am a chemistry major after all. I go to Sendai. Do you go to school?

Y: uhhh i’m going to start there in the fall. I still haven’t decided what to major in, just yet.

K: Maybe you’ll end up being a chemistry major like me and I can give you private one on one lessons?

Y: I highly doubt that, but nice try.

K: Have you gotten a tour of the campus yet? Or are you waiting for freshman orientation?

Y: nah, I haven’t seen all of it yet.

K: Would you like to?

Y: um sure! When are you free for my private tour? (:

K: How about tomorrow in the morning? Maybe around 9am? I can pick you up too if you’d like.

Y: Sounds good and no thanks. I’m not riding on that motorcycle! Looks scary :(

K: Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll drive safely and make sure nothing happens to you.

Y: there you go again.

K: Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. No, but really. I don’t mind picking you up. Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?

Y: nope

K: Then, let’s change that. Send me your address tomorrow morning. And get some rest.

Y: alrighty it’s a plan then!

K: No. It’s a date.

Y: sksksk omg

After that conversation, all you could think about was how the hell did you get into this mess? Motorcycles are dangerous, yet this rooster convinced you so easily to take a ride with him..

It was an understatement to say that you were nervous for tomorrow.

You set an alarm for 7 am the next day and went to bed.

Your alarm woke you up and you immediately remembered why you were awake so early. You rushed into the shower and once you were out, you spent 30 minutes deciding on what to wear. You opted for some black, ripped skinny jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt.

At 8am on the dot, your phone’s notification bell went off. It was Kuroo.

“What’s your address, baby?”

You sent him the details and continued getting ready. You put on some light makeup and brushed your hair. You checked the time, and it was already 8:55 am. Then, your phone went off again.

“I’m outside.”

Your heart almost beat out of your chest. You grabbed your purse and put on some chapstick. You know, just in case..

You locked up your apartment and walked down the stairs. You were greeted by the biggest shit eating grin on the sexiest man you’d ever seen. You never went for the bad boys but college is a time for experimenting.

“Hey, Y/N. You ready to ride? I brought an extra helmet for you.”

“Hi, Kuroo. And yeah, I guess,” your voice shook as you replied. You were really nervous but you tried to hide it.

“Don’t worry, baby. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll keep you safe.”

His words made you melt and you had just met him. The way he cooed at you and looked your way made you blush. You felt your cheeks get hotter by the second.

“Alright. Hop on and hold on to my waist. Hold on tight or else you’re gonna fly away when I take off. Okay?”

“..okay..” you managed to mutter. You were shaking but you put on the helmet he gave you and lifted up your leg to sit on the metal machine. You slowly hugged Kuroo from behind and held on as tight as you could. Your head was smashed right up against his large, broad back.

“Ready?” he asked.

“..yeah,” you squeaked.

Before you finished saying this, he had taken off like the devil was chasing him. If this was his meaning of safe driving, you didn’t want to find out his meaning of reckless driving.

The ride to Sendai University only took about 5 minutes, when realistically it would take 20 minutes by bus. You arrived and Kuroo teased, “are you going to let go, kitty?”

You hadn’t realized you were still gripping onto him for dear life. You released him from your hold and your hands still tingled from the amount of force you applied to his shirt. “Sorry!”

“No worries. Hey, look! I brought you here alive. Aren’t you glad?” he cackled.

His laugh sounded like a dying hyena but it did sound a little cute at the same time. “Yeah. Thank goodness. Your driving is insane, dude.”

He showed you all over campus, from the administrative buildings to the gymnasium, to the fields. Sendai was a pretty big campus, and it made you glad that you had a personal guide to show you all the different buildings.

After your little tour was over, he asked, “wanna grab a bite to eat? I’ll be a gentleman and pay for you too.”

Of course, you couldn’t say no to food. Much less, FREE FOOD! You nodded and got ready to ride the devil’s machinery again.

He took you to a nearby sushi bar. “Order whatever you’d like, princess. Today, I want to spoil you rotten.”

You melted at his words and also at the variety of rolls on the menu. You didn’t ask him if he really meant that you could order anything. You just kind of went for it. You ordered everything from shrimp tempura, to octopus, to eel. Sushi was your favorite and being told that you could order everything was a dream come true.

“Damn, girl! I had no idea you had such a huge appetite! I didn’t know you’d take me seriously on my offer. You’re gonna run my pockets dry.”

You blushed and looked away. “Sorry, Kuroo. I really couldn’t help myself. I love sushi so much.”

“I’m just teasing you, baby. You deserve to be treated like this everyday.”

You had no idea how to respond so you just kept stuffing your face with sushi.

After you finally had your fill, it was time to go home. It was getting late. Kuroo took you home and you were definitely more relaxed this time on the bike.

“I hope you had a great time today, kitty. And I hope I met your standards.”

“Yes, I did! Thank you so much, Kuroo! This was honestly so much fun. Thanks for everything.”

“Of course. Nothing but the best for you. I just need one little favor from you, baby.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“Can I get a kiss from your soft lips? I know you want to. I saw the way you kept staring at me, today.”

“Oh.. uhh.. Y-yea-yeah. Sure, of course.. Yeah,” you stammered.

You looked at him with soft, shy eyes and before you knew it, he leaned in quickly and kissed you on the lips. Your eyes were wide open in surprise but as he deepened the kiss, your eyes slowly shut.

The kiss felt like electricity coursing through your body. You didn’t know what it was, but this man definitely already had you wrapped around his long, slender finger.

As soon as you realized his hold on you, he backed off, and left you wanting more. He was such a tease.

“I can’t just let you have everything today, kitten. I need you wanting more.”

You didn’t know what to respond so you looked down at the ground shyly.

“I’ll message you later, y/n. Don’t make me wait too long, again.”

You waved and muttered, “Thank you, Kuroo.”

He revved up his bike and was gone in seconds.

You remained in a daze as you walked back up to your apartment. Once you got inside, you plopped down on your couch and released a long sigh. “Who knew that college was going to be so exciting..”

[link to kuroo pic i found]

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hemlockyy · 3 years

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Miss You - Lyric Analysis

by me because im bored.

yet again because whats more fun than going over lyrics for the 2736843th time? Absolutely nothing! and if you thought of something, you're lying to youself

So, miss you was a song released in the 8th of December 2017.

Some backstory before.

ObViOusLy, the whole babygate thing, add a lil cherry on top with the Elk split up (23rd march 2015 - 2 weeks prior) and them getting back toguether in 2017 (17 Feb). All of this aswell as Danielle and Brenda in the middle of it.

K with all the smol context under us we can already look around and see that just by the title 'Miss You' people had speculated it was for Eleanor, and since Louis said :

I wrote this song about a time in my life when I was going out partying every night. In hindsight throughout that time I was pretty numb and just going through the motions. Deep down it was always in the back of my mind that what I really missed was the girl that I loved

which obviously links the song to two occurences:

Babygate: 'was going out partying every night' (since we know for a fact he literally went partying every week)

The split up from Elk

but the thing is right- lmao Danielle just danielled away. No mention whatsoever.

This, all of this, and JUsT that quote that Louis gave us already destroyed like- half the narrative of 'Really good friends w an oops baby' and (obviously) just tarnishes yet again the 'engagement' route they were going to take. BUT IT ALSO leaves Danielle behind as if she didn't even exist!!

Which by the way things look, she might not've anygays.

The music video was made in LA

which again (If I could I would literally kiss louis brain) links it to Babygate.

Now the lyrics

verse 1:

"Is it my imagination?

Is it something that I’m taking?

All the smiles that I’m faking

“Everything is great

Everything is fucking great”"

Obviously we can literally hear the sarcasm on the last two lines. 'All the fake smiles' reffering to all the pap pics he did while the lead up to the Holy Conception. Aswell that him reffering to the scene as 'imagination' or 'something that he's taking' could emphasize that its so bad, so unreal that he thinks its a joke and that he's either too drunk or thinking it.

Going out every weekend

Staring at the stars on the ceiling

Hollywood friends, gotta see them

Such a good time

I believe it this time

Again, him reffering to him being papped every week on a club with the first line, the 'stars on the' ceiling reffering to the lights in night clubs, 'Holywood Friends' reffering to Annas, and specially reffering to Snoop Dog and his launch party, which was when this picture happened:

pre chorus:

Tuesday night

Glazed over eyes

Just one more pint or five

Does it even matter anyway?

One of the fucking smartest lines in my opinion, him reffering to tuesday. Which is him reffering to the day the first article of him being out partying came out:

The next are him reffering to what always happened; drinking and feeling shit. 'does it even matter anyways' is his subcontious trying to tell him to give in and just do what they wanted him to do, saying that it doesn't even matter because either way the end will be shit (and bla bla bla, but again, its his subcontious. not him.)

chorus:

We’re dancing on tables

And I’m off my face

With all of my people

And it couldn’t get better they say

the first two lines are ofc reffering to the feeling of being drunk, 'dancing on tables' and 'of your face' are ohrases people use to refer to drunken states. The 'people' Louis is reffering to is his escorts; people paayed to carry out what is supposed to happen that night (bodyguards, pr managers, paps, in cases the girls aswell he appears papped with), and the line 'couldn't get better they say' has both the connotation of this being the LA dream, of always partying, knocking chicks up, drinking to your hearts desire- aswell as having the connotation of 'his people' telling him it will not get better, so don't try to oppose it. (which links back to the previous verse 'does it even matter anyway')

We’re singing 'til last call

And it’s all out of tune

Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong

And it hits me when the lights go on

Shit, maybe I miss you

'singing til last call' refers to how late he spent in the clubs and 'out of tune' suggest again the drunk state. 'Should be laughing but there's something wrong' is again, elluding to that LA dream partying state that should've been what he was feeling, since that's what the media said. The 'lights go on' is reffering to the paps, when they take pictures (and obviously the miss you is talking about eleanor because he'd much rather stunt with her than be here lmao ) And yes, the miss you is reffering to Harry.

There doesn't have to be a reason and obviously it could also be a stunt line in the song- but let me explain what I think: We can see Louis' state by the end of the paps shoots, how he slowly just becomes VERY tired towards the last few ones. And keep in mind he was also touring with 1D WHILE HE PARTIED. Which meant it was Show-Party-Show-Party with things thrown between it aswell. Giving close to little time to spend w Harry.

(Pretty sure that's not at all what happened, its just what I think- it was such a fucking busy thing, I'd not be surprised if they both were stressed and not having enough 1-1 time)

Verse 2:

Just like that and I’m sober

I’m asking myself, “Is it over?”

Maybe I was lying when I told you

“Everything is great

Everything is fucking great”

First line reffering to how in the morning, next day of partying, he was again sober- for the shows- and him asking 'is it over' refers to how he just wanted it to be over with, all the patying and paps.

The two last lines could signify him talking to someone about his life- I'd say that the 'you' here does not mean Harry- but someone else- them asking "How's your life going" and then him going "Great Great, yeah- fookin great ykwim"

something along the lines of that you get me.

And all of these thoughts and the feelings

Chase you down if you don’t need them

I’ve been checking my phone all evening

Such a good time

I believe it this time

the first and second lines here are again, Louis talking about his subcontious; that 'this will turn on us' reffering to him and Harry. About a (probable) fear that this will make a strain in their relationship and stuff.

(a/n: kind of like how a lot of shippers unlarried while babygate was happening because 'louis couldn't cheat' or how a lot of shippers say they broke up during that time because 'Harry couldn't take the stress' and stuff)

Im not saying they broke up not that he cheated. What I'm saying is that there was a fear that this would make them break up- he says 'chase you down' which has the animalification of the wolves chasing down the pray to kill them etc.

Bridge:

Now I’m asking my friends how to say “I’m sorry”

They say “Lad, give it time, there’s no need to worry”

And we can’t even be on the phone now

And I can’t even be with you alone now

the first line links to what I said about Louis' subconcious; this would be that constant need to say 'I am sorry' for something that isn't his fault or something that he can't control, and then the second line goes on to say that he doesn't have to worry because, again, its not his fault and Harry undertands that.

Now the 'We can't even be on the phone now, I can't even be with you alone now' refers to their public appearance, on how other than that Paris interview there are no other interviews with just them two, on how we didn't get a Larry hour on 1Dday... It refers to them literally being unable to say anything to each other because of management.

Oh, how shit changes

We were in love, now we’re strangers

I WANT TO ALIENATE THESE TWO LINES BECAUSE OF HOW FUCKING LOUT IT IS.

this one links ti the last two of the previous, again on their public image (His and Harry's) about how they were once in love (fetus) but now they're strangers (the mortal enemies narrative)

When I feel it coming up, I just throw it all away

Get another two shots 'cause it doesn’t matter anyway

And to top off these last two lines of the bridge is him linking all of this back to the start of the song: 'is it my imagination, is it something that I'm taking' with 'when I feel it coming up, I just throw it all away'; when the thoughts that this is all fake and once he wakes up or stop imagining its all going to be better (aswell as with the connotation of over partying and vomiting) but at the same time him making himself stop those thoughts because he knows this is reality. And then round back again with the repetition of 'doesn't matter anyways' with it feeling like a dead end to him.

#Spotify #I swear I could do a full on essay on this song #Larry Stylinson #Louis Tomlinson #Miss You #Louis #One of my favourite songs tbfh #of forgot to add that by louis not singing this song #is basically him saying that he is not hopeless and that he knows what he is doing #also #makes you wonder why the label didn't give the song proper advertising right #along with other stuff #I just wanna kiss Louis' brain #Louis songs #Song Analysis

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if-the-crown-fits-translate-it · 3 years

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Discord pt 79

[Date: 15/03, 6:49 PM - 7:30 PM GMT]

Maxwell: “hey you guys?

I was wondering if i could ask y'all for advice”

Gyuteinnit: “What's up?”

Maxwell: “do any of y'all know a good way to get rid of headache

I woke up this morning to one and it hasn't gone away yet”

Gyuteinnit: “Try a cold pack and don't be online as much and just try to get away from the screen also possibly sleep if you can”

Maxwell: “Yeah I had been doing that mainly”

fetch: “Warm rag over the eyes and lay down, maybe shut off the lights

thats how mona helped me with mine anyway”

Gyuteinnit: “That also helps”

Maxwell: “hm....”

fetch: “You also just might need to eat or drink something”

Maxwell: “hopefully it does I havent had a headache this bad in a while

usually it goes away after i take a tylenol but its been hours now”

emuhlee: “that's not good”

Maxwell: “ey its

just a headache

itll go away eventually

i just hope sooner rather then later ha...”

emuhlee: “hopefully!”

dreaming: “if it persists you should look into it..

further”

Maxwell: “might be a little hard

not many doctors are accepting of hybrids...”

dreaming: “that sucks, hopefully you can find one..”

Maxwell: “i should be good...i might look up what type of headache it could be that might help with figuring out what caused it”

dreaming: “yeah!”

Maxwell: “it might be a tension one....i cant tell though

its not really near my forehead

more so right above my ears and then around the back”

dreaming: “that.. considering some stuff doesn't sound good...

i don't want to make you scared or anything but..”

Maxwell: “reminds me of when i used to wear a headband or something and it would be sore after ha

scared?”

fetch: “You prolly just slept on your head wrong lmao

I wake up in messed up positions all the time”

Maxwell: “yeah....what was it you were gonna say dreaming?

What?

Is something wrong?”

emuhlee: “i can't speak for them, but what i understood, is they might be a bit worried about syd's new.. headpiece.. and how it uh.. came to be.. and then, uh. you now having a headache..”

jaynoblade: “...yeah that's what i was thinking as well”

Maxwell: “....what...

no no no its not”

Mothbo: “I'd suggest staying away from Baroness/interacting with her until we get more info.”

Maxwell: “it cant be

im fine

ive jsut been sleeping on the floor so much thats it”

fetch: “yall I'm pretty sure we'd know if max had vines growing out of his head”

Maxwell: “yeah”

Mothbo: “To be fair we didn't see Syd's coming either.”

Maxwell: “id notice it when i shower or brush my hair”

Marcus: “Hey hey hey, max it’s okay”

emuhlee: “i think it's just a headache, but it's probably something we should keep in mind”

jaynoblade: “i saw what was happening to syd. none of us knew it was anything more than a headache until it... happened”

fetch: “can we talk about something else. you're just scaring him.”

Mothbo: “It will be okay, Max. I doubt it's the same thing. Try to rest and take headache meds.

Yes lets”

Marcus: “You probably slept on the floor wrong”

jaynoblade: “yeah good idea”

Marcus: “My arm is kind of numb maybe you laid on it?

Made your head sore”

fetch: “oh yeah I caught yall nappin on the floor earlier >:P”

Maxwell: “jus the idea of that happening to me....ugh....watching it happen was bad enough

yeah i....was a little tired earlier

tried to nap to get rid of the headache”

fetch: “farming awwws”

Marcus: “..you weren’t sleeping well last night

Maybe it was that too

Tossing and turning, not getting enough sleep can give you a headache too”

Maxwell: “Maybe...”

emuhlee: “Most signs point to it having to do with your sleep, so i think everything is okay, just a normal headache”

jaynoblade: “i typically find that when i get a headache, drinking a ton of water helps bc i tend to forget and then i get dehydrated"

Maxwell: “True”

Marcus: “We’ll get you some food and water just to make sure it’s not those and then we can do something low energy until you either nap or it goes away on it’s own”

Maxwell: “Could be my teeth too...”

fetch: “Yeah, you're part rat right? Their teeth grow pretty fast don't they”

emuhlee: “Do you normally have caffeine? It could be a lack of caffeine if it's something your body is used to.”

Maxwell: “Yeah I used to have things I’d chew on to keep em from growing too much but I haven’t done that in while”

[emuhlee: “Do you normally have caffeine? It could be a lack of caffeine if it's something your body is used to.”]

Maxwell: “No Mona likes it but I can’t stand the smell, makes me kind of sick”

emuhlee: “not even soda or chocolate? those have caffeine too”

Mothbo: “Tea and energy drinks too”

Maxwell: “I like chocolate but I haven’t had it for a while I’ve mostly been drinking water and milk”

[Maxwell: “Yeah I used to have things I’d chew on to keep em from growing too much but I haven’t done that in while”]

Marcus: “What kind of things do you need? I’m sure there’s something around here”

fetch: “Maybe we can get you chewies? Like hard candies or even a chew stim to keep your teeth grinded down”

[Marcus: “What kind of things do you need? I’m sure there’s something around here”]

Maxwell: “Anything like wood or something would work”

Marcus: “Does it have to be a certain kind? There’s lots of sticks and stuff outside..”

[fetch: “Maybe we can get you chewies? Like hard candies or even a chew stim to keep your teeth grinded down”]

Maxwell: “That....might be helpful thank you my last one broke a while back”

[Marcus: “Does it have to be a certain kind? There’s lots of sticks and stuff outside..”]

Maxwell: “Honestly no as long as it isn’t dirty and won’t give me splinters it’s good”

Marcus: “Okay so we get some from out there, maybe take the bark off and wash them?”

Maxwell: “Sure as long as it doesn’t break super easily”

Marcus: “Okay! I’ll go look around the backyard”

[dreaming: “have you done anything like that recently?..”]

Maxwell: “I don’t like energy drinks or such or sweets...

Hey jack...”

Jack: “hey Max!

honestly i had a pretty bad headache a few days back and it turned out i was just dehydrated.

make sure you drink plenty of water :)”

jaynoblade: “dehydration my abhorred”

Maxwell: “I’ll try”

Jack: “yeah i had like two glasses of cold water and was fine

staying away from Baroness and the Court is probably a good idea for you + the rest of Mona's crew anyways, headache or not. You're all more at risk to start off with.”

Marcus: “Okay I got some, I’ll go clean them up and bring you some food and water

And request for food max?”

[Jack: “staying away from Baroness and the Court is probably a good idea for you + the rest of Mona's crew anyways, headache or not. You're all more at risk to start off with.”]

Maxwell: “I still gotta ask her about that note though....”

Jack: “Even if it's completely unrelated. better safe than sorry. someone else can always ask for you!”

kate: “We can ask my man”

Maxwell: “And not really, maybe some thing cold? My....my mom used to say to me if I wasn’t feeling good to eat something that gave you electrolytes to feel better”

Jack: “coconut water is rad for dehydration, if you're into that sort of thing.

[Maxwell: “And not really, maybe some thing cold? My....my mom used to say to me if I wasn’t feeling good to eat something that gave you electrolytes to feel better”]

Marcus: “Okay! How about some fruits? Strawberries and watermelon boost electrolytes and that’ll help with dehydration too”

Maxwell: “I’ve always liked watermelons....”

Marcus: “Okay I’ll be right back. How do you feel about turkey and cheese sandwiches?

You need some protein”

Maxwell: “Maybe not Turkey but I like cheese....”

[Marcus: “You need some protein”]

Maxwell: “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean”

Marcus: “Okay cheese it is but I’m getting you to eat protein at some point

I’ll be right back okay?”

Maxwell: “Course”

Marcus: “I’ll just be in the kitchen if you need me”

Maxwell: “Got it”

#on:discord #by:maxwell #by:fetch #by:marcus #if the crown fits

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casualmaraudering · 4 years

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Rules: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you want to get to know better

thanks for the tag @just-a-teen-fangirl!

1. Nicknames?

Fel, Fela, Felicity, and @remywrites5 likes to call me Joanne if I’m being extremely evil towards The Boys,

2. Name?

Felicja (tho most my friends from uni call me Felicia, a minimal difference but still)

3. Zodiac?

Virgo

4. Favourite musician or groups?

Panic! At The Disco, Fall Out Boy, Ed Sheeran, I generally like a lot of artists but these are the ones I listen to whole albums of rather than just singular songs

5. Favourite sports teams?

not very big on sports, tbh? I was raised in a town famous for speedway, so i do root for my hometown team

6. Other blogs?

@felicja-j is my main, and then i’m also a mod in an aspec fest wink wink nudge nudge @hp-ace-fest so i’m over there as well

7. Do you get asks?

occasionally yes! i always love getting asks!

8. How many blogs do you follow?

268 apparently, but i need to clean that out cause i know a lot of stuff i follow are dead blogs

9. Tumblr crushes?

i don’t really have crushes on people (or at least never had yet), but there are a few people whose blogs i absolutely adore and i admire them in a platonic way, like i would literally die for @whom-ping-willow and @kasvosie

10. Lucky numbers?

22 and 20!

11. What are you wearing right now?

lmao my gryffindor branding, im in my pjs which are a pair of gryffindor sweatpants and a random tshirt that matches it in colour (they’re both a nice gryffindor maroon ish colour)

12. Dream vacation?

a trip across italy with my best friend/friends! i’d love to see all the architecture and art and be an art hoe to all my friends and annoy the fuck out of them with rants

13. Dream car?

i kinda want a motorbike,,, which is a bad idea cause im blind and clumsy but,,, the sirius black aesthetic is calling me,,

14. Favourite food?

probably sushi? or there was this one cake my late grandmother used to make when i was little, i really miss eating it (might ask my relatives for a recipe one day, it was my favourite and she’d always make it when i’d go visit for the summer)

15. Drink of choice?

coffee! my fav is probably a salty caramel latte

16. Instruments?

i really wanna learn the piano

17. Languages?

polish, english, and i might try to learn french

18. Celebrity crushes?

again, don’t really get crushes, but like,,, timothee chalamet is neat cause of the gay vibes and sirius vibes (yes i know most ppl fancast him as reg but. a friend and i decided hes sirius. so im sticking to that), and also i am kinda very gay for brie larson

19. Random fact?

i really love video games!! been playing them since i was little (tho i’m kinda broke so i usually watch let’s plays, but still, i love gushing about games!) so my dream job is working in game design of some sort!

20. Favourite ecosystem?

probably like a forest with a stream, but not too dense cause im afraid of bugs, so i’d rather not walk into a cobweb

21? Favourite cat species?

just a domestic one with no breed probably, both my kitties are of no particular breeds and i love these little goblins

tagging anyone who might want to do this!!

#since i see most ppl i know got tagged already!#and im always worried of annoying people by tagging them dsfjksdf #thank you!#tag game #i found it's easier to just say my name is felicia than explain how felicja is pronounced #so i stick with it #since its the english version of my name

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aaurenials · 5 years

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harry is in love and y/n is young

summary; harry can’t help but love his love, who’s unfortunately younger than he

note; third time posting on a third account bc all my accounts seem to be getting messed up OH WELL lmao im changing a few bits and pieces

warnings; eh, smut, angst

Harry was in love. Very much so, in love. His heart bled for his honey, he adored her with every inch of his body. A sort of fire burned for her in the very depth of his soul and only for her. He spent every minute he could with her, hugged on her, loved on her, as much as he possibly could.

He loved how they were now, her head resting against his chest. His fingers gently brushed back her hair, pieces sticking to her forehead which glistened with sweat. His heart nearly burst against his chest as she gently pressed a kiss on his skin. He shifted beneath the thin sheet which covered them, pulling the sheet up to where it covered her shoulders.

His girl propped herself up, elbows digging into the plush mattress underneath them. She traced his features, fingertips running down the slope of his nose and across his cheeks, down to trace around his lips which were swollen, then to his eyebrows and along his hairline. A soft and content smile graced his lips as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his thumb smoothing over the apple of her cheek. She turned her head, puckering her lips to kiss his thumb.

“You’re beautiful,” she murmured, seemingly awestruck at the sight of him.

His cheeks turned red and he smiled at her shyly, pulling her into a searing kiss by the back of her head. Her fingertips clutched at his jaw as she melted against him, leaning completely into his chest.

Harry loved times like these, he really did. Times where it was just the two of them, hidden away from the rest of the world. Times where there wasn’t a care outside of their tiny bubble they had created. He felt like he could say anything to her, tell her anything. She wouldn’t judge him—no. No, she’d never dream about judging him for one second.

He adored staring at her, watching her every move. She pulled away and sat up in the bed, holding the sheet against her bare chest, protecting her modesty. Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, the swell of her breasts following in sync. Harry ran a fingertip down the length of her neck and along her collarbones, his touch soft and light. She pulled away slightly, long legs swinging over the edge of the bed.

A hiss came from her parted lips as her bare feet touched the cold floor below. He ran his fingers down the length of her spine, watching as she turned her head to smile at him. He watched as she slowly stood, walking towards the bathroom. His eyes traced over her body, trained on her hips which seemed to sashay back and forth with each step she took.

His love stopped at the entrance to the bathroom, glancing back at him over the shoulder.

Her soft voice whispered comfortingly into the light silence that hung in the air, a teasing tone entangled in the words she spoke.

“Well aren’t you going to join me?”

Harry scrambled out of the bed, leaving the sheets in a distressed array behind him as he followed after her quickly. His arms wrapped around her waist as he picked her up gently, causing a shrill giggle to leave her sweet lips.

With puckered lips he peppered her cheek and jaw in little kisses as she tried to turn the shower on. She giggled as he nipped at her neck playfully, the sound of the water running being the only thing aside from her laughter.

His large hands ran up the length of her waist, thumbs brushing against the underside of her breasts. She hummed under her breath, her head lolling back against his shoulder. His nose nudged at her jaw, teeth grazing the side of her neck. He nudged her forward, opening the glass door to the shower.

The steaming water hit her skin, scalding at first, making her squeal. Harry chuckled and turned the water down, cooling it down for her. He spun her around, backing her under the water completely. She looked like a sort of angel, what with the water hitting her skin like gentle pellets turning her hair dark. He brushed a strand out of her face and tucked it behind her ear.

His love pulled him closer to her, the water hitting him as well. His hand cupped her jaw, tilting her head up so his lips could press against hers. His arm wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. Her arms slung around his neck, pulling him down to her height.

His lips left hers as they traveled from her cheek to her jaw and down to her neck. She sighed lightly, tilting her head back to give him more access. Harry’s hand slipped between her legs, his finger gently running through her folds. A whimper escaped her causing his cock to harden against her leg.

“Please…” her breathless plead made his resolve crumble.

He pressed her gently against the wall, hitching her leg around his hip. Her head hit the wall behind him, a loud moan erupting from her lips as he slowly pushed into her. His head fell against her shoulder, grunting under his breath at the feeling of her tight walls encompassing him.

His thrusts were smooth, his rhythm impeccable as his hand slipped between their conjoined bodies to rub at the small bundle of nerves that controlled nearly all her pleasure.

“H,” she mewled, fingers threading through his curls. He gently hummed under his breath, lifting his head to kiss her hard.

“Feel so good, squeezin’ me like tha’,” he mumbled, lips brushing against the shell of her ear. Her nails pierced his skin and raked down his back, anchoring herself to him. “Love this sweet cunt ‘f yours. All mine, ‘innit? ‘S mine hm?”

She sighed and nodded quickly. “Yours, all yours, H.”

Her walls tightened impossibly so around him, her body going into light spasms and triggering his own release. He panted, leaning his head against hers as she rested against his shoulder.

Harry held her tightly against him as they both calmed themselves down. She clutched onto his shoulders tightly still, her head dug into his neck, leaving little kisses in her wake.

This was what he loved, this was what he adored. Just he and his love, them against the world with no one to stop them. He was able to hold her close within the confines of the little hotel room, with no one to say anything about them. He loved her with everything in him, and he knew he’d never stop.

There was only one problem.

She was young, impossibly so. Now by no means, she wasn’t any bit underage, but rather just over. She had turned eighteen just two months before he had met her. He felt guilty—guiltier than he ever had. He was raised to be unapologetic for how he felt about certain things; who he loved, who he didn’t, and he would never apologize for having those feelings nor feel guilty for feeling them. However, staring upon the girl he adored, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt.

Some times were worse than others. There were times she would lie her head in his lap against his thigh—that’s when it was the hardest. She seemed to have a sort of glow that surrounded her, an innocent aura that encompassed her like a heavenly halo. He’d fiddle with her hair, something she adored people doing. Her eyes would flutter shut, long lashes resting lightly against her rosy cheeks. It was times like that did he feel the most guilt.

Here he was, nearly half way to thirty, robbing a naïve eighteen-year-old of her innocence. She was young—unbearably so—and he never stopped reminding himself of the six-year age gap between them. It hurt him, more than he wanted to admit. It hurt because he knew things—knew that despite his immense love for her, it would only destroy her in the end. He knew the media would tear them both to shreds should he confess anything to her.

And to an extent, he knew. He knew how she felt about him, it was easy for him to see. He never missed the way she’d stare at his lips a minute too long, or how she’d instinctively blush around him. Didn’t miss the way she’d stick right by his side whenever in an unknown atmosphere, or would constantly kiss his cheek, sometimes just barely missing the corner of his mouth. It warmed his heart that she indeed felt the same as he, while it broke as he knew there was simply no way it would work between them.

But still, he couldn’t help but attach himself to her. He knew it was wrong, unintentionally leading her on the way he was. He couldn’t help himself though, he wanted her, breathed for her desperately, but couldn’t have her. And that made him want to die inside. It wasn’t until Clare took him aside and told him what he was doing was truly wrong did it strike a nerve inside him. The guilt began to consume him until he couldn’t take it any longer. It nearly killed him to be near her and not be loved up to her, despite him wanting to do nothing more.

So, he came to a decision. In hindsight it was a terrible idea. But in the moment, it was the only idea he could come up with. He couldn’t bear being neat her without being able to hold her, touch her, or love her, so the only reasonable solution he could come up with was to stop, cold turkey. Stop loving on her, stop touching her—even nearly stop speaking to her. It tore him up inside, nearly limb for limb and nearly killed him, not being able to be anywhere near her, but the urge to love her was too strong for any other solution.

He just forgot the simple saying of actions and their consequences.

He didn’t know how much he had hurt her and how drastic it was. In the beginning, he didn’t notice much. He noticed the occasional saddened expression that graced her pretty lips whenever he would avoid her, but he didn’t notice much else. In the beginning.

What he failed to notice was her appetite slowly regressing. He failed to notice her slowly retracting herself from conversations and from her friendships. She began to seclude herself from everyone around her. He knew he had hurt her and his decision to break away would upset her, but he never knew how drastic it had become.

It wasn’t until, again, Clare had pulled him aside.

“What the fuck are you thinking Harry?!” she’d hissed at him after pulling him to a corner.

“What’re you talkin’ about?” Harry replied in confusion.

“Y/N, Harry! The poor girl’s devastated!” Clare exclaimed.

“You’re the one who told me I needed to let her go!” he argued.

“No,” Clare glared, poking him in the chest, “I told you to either man up and ask her on a date or let her down and tell her the truth! Instead you just completely abandon her!”

“What was I supposed to do? Just be her friend? Christ’s sake, Clare, I don’t know how to just be friends with that girl. I can’t!” he huffed.

“She loves you, Harry, more than anything and you’ve completely deserted her. You’ve ruined her. She won’t eat, won’t sleep—won’t do anything now. She’s completely shut down and it’s all your fault. You’re too selfish sometimes for your own good. You’ve hurt her so much but for some unknown reason, she still absolutely adores her. She’s still hopelessly in love with you. So you need to figure something out and fix this.”

“She’s not eating?” Harry breathed. Clare shook her head no.

The guilt he felt before was nothing compared to the guilt he felt now. It was his fault, all his fault. He had no one else to blame but himself. He had hurt her more than he intended, yes, but the repercussions of his actions were finally hitting him, and the effects that he was seeing now were devastating to him. He’d never meant to hurt her as much as he did, honest. He knew it wouldn’t be easy on her, yes—he knew it would hurt her, yes—but he never knew it would be this much. Never knew she’d stop eating and sleeping because of him. Never knew she’d distance herself from everyone she loved.

Over the next few days, Harry watched his love closely. Clare had been right. He noticed as she sat with some of the crew members which she was friends with, she seemed to be retracted, as if in a shell of herself. She kept her arms crossed over her chest, almost as if she were hugging herself as a sort of barrier. He noticed Clare would urge her to eat a bite of her food and she would, only to never pick up her fork again. She seemed lost, as if she didn’t quite have a good grasp on reality and what was going on around her. Her pretty eyes that usually sparkled with so much light seemed to be dull in comparison to how they had always been. They seemed droopy, as if she hadn’t slept in several days. Her entire body screamed ‘let me sleep!’ though she seemed that she wasn’t listening to it. Or she was, she just didn’t give a shit about what her body was telling her.

Harry’s heart broke at the sight of his love and the way she was. It physically pained him to see her hurting the way that she was, and he wishes there was something he could do to fix the mess he’d made, but he knew there wasn’t. All he would do is make things even worse on her and he certainly didn’t want that. His stare caught the glare of Clare’s harsh eyes, causing him to shrink beneath her gaze. Harry focused his attention back on his hands, staring at the rings that adorned his long fingers. He glanced back up, catching the gaze of his love. He tried to give her a kind smile, but he figured it only looked like a pained on. Her eyes welled with tears and she excused herself from the table, darting into a hallway.

Harry himself jumped up from the table, briskly following after her. He caught her in the hall, pacing back and forth while her hands rubbed at her arms. She was crying—something he knew from the way her shoulders heaved unevenly and from how ragged her breathing was.

“Lovie,” he whispered, a name he reserved specifically for her. She flinched when his hand touched her shoulder, jumping back.

“Stop, please,” her voice sounded tired and broken, as if she were hurting him by hurting. And in a way, she was. He knew it wasn’t her fault and there was no one to blame but himself, but still, he hurt whenever she hurt. And right now, he was hurting a lot.

“I’m sorry, it was for the best,” was all he said before leaving her in the hallway.

He left her there to go begin getting ready for the show that night. As expected, the show went incredibly. Harry bounced off stage with a sort of energy only a show could give him. He thanked the entire crew before leaving and being escorted back to his hotel room.

Upon entering, he was met with his love, sitting numbly on the sofa, watching another random episode of FRIENDS. He knew it was the only thing that helped get her mind off the difficulties she had to face. He knew it was something she had seen time and time again—something that was so numbing to her, it would take her mind off the things she had been through. It was a comfort thing for her, helped soothe the ache of her depression she would suffer from occasionally.

She didn’t move when he dropped his bag, didn’t even flinch. Instead, she slowly and meticulously stood from her place, turning to face him. Her pretty face was void of any emotion, until her eyebrows slowly furrowed and a pout graced her plump lips.

“Lovie what’re you—”

“Don’t,” her voice was harsher than hellfire licking at his skin. It burned under the intense glare of her eyes, a fire in her irises that could only stem from heartbreak. Her eyes dropped to the floor, welled up with unshed tears that desperately were trying to escape their confines. “Please, just don’t.”

“I promise yeh, it was for the better,” he repeated from earlier.

It made her body burn with an anger she didn’t know she was capable of. His words cut her like a knife slicing through an apple, clean through her heart. She wanted to hate him more than ever in that moment, but even then, she couldn’t, her heart yearned for him too much to allow her to feel the hatred she so desperately craved. So, instead of hating him, she began hating herself. Telling herself that it was her fault, that she had done something to make him act so cold and cruel to her. She wasn’t good enough for him, she never would. That was why he left her, she had convinced herself of that much. And now, here he was, standing before her, telling her it was for the better. That it was better that she was hating herself, it was better that she was right about everything she has assumed about the situation.

“Don’t you dare,” she whispered under her breath. “Don’t you dare say it’s better this way because it isn’t. Because while you’re here living your life, having the grandest time, I’m getting to cry myself to sleep, torturing myself over what I’ve done to you to deserve this. I mean honestly, was I not enough for you? Was I not good enough? I-I know I’m nothing compared to the models you’ve been with but I’ve always thought I was decent enough for you—”

Harry cut her off, grabbing her by the arms and nearly shaking her. A new fire burned within him, something he hated, a fire full of anger and rage over the fact that she truly thought that.

“Don’t you dare say that,” he nearly growled at her. “Don’t you ever say such a thing about yourself, you understand me?”

“Well what am I supposed to do, Harry?” she asked, her voice tired and broken. Her throat was tight as tears slowly leaked down her cheeks. “You make me fall in love with you then leave without a second thought, then say it was for the best. What am I supposed to think?”

Harry’s chest tightened at the sight of her crying before him, his heart breaking in two. He wanted to rip himself limb from limb when he heard a soft sob escape her lips and felt her shoulders shake.

“I’m so tired, H, and sad,” she sobbed harshly, her hands desperately reaching out to grab his shirt. “I just want it to stop, please make it stop. It hurts.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his arms wrapping around her, trying to encompass her in a firm grip of protection. “I’m so sorry, Baby Love. I never meant for any of this to happen.”

“Then what did you mean? Why did you leave me?”

“I—” his voice caught in his throat. “I can’t tell you that. I’m sorry.”

Her eyes squeezed shut as she backed herself away from him. She nodded her head, her arms coming up to wrap around herself, caging her in and keeping him out.

“Okay, then, I’ll be going, now,” she stammered out. She walked by him, stopping as her fingertips brushed the doorknob. A part of her hoped and prayed that he’d say something—anything—to make her stay. She wanted to stay, but only if he wanted her. She turned back to him, seeing him frozen in his spot, causing her to sigh defeatedly. “From now on, please just leave me alone. Please.”

And with that, she left, taking his heart with her.

Weeks went by and anyone and their mother could tell something was wrong with her. While before, she’d eat a bite or two here and there and might sleep for a few hours, she didn’t eat a single bit now, nor did she sleep more than thirty minutes at a time. People would ask if she were okay, and she would try and give them a smile (it only came out pained and tired) and nod her head, assuring them she was fine.

“You, my friend, are a dumbass,” Mitch said to Harry one day.

“What is it this time?” Harry questioned tiredly. The pair had gone out that night to one of the local bars. Harry was currently nursing his third whiskey of the night.

“You’ve got yourself a great girl, waiting on you to admit that you love her, but you’re too scared,” Mitch told him.

Harry sighed, “’M not going through this with you again. ‘ve explained this a thousand times over, I don’t want her getting hurt because of me.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Mitch grumbled. “But you just keep living your lie out and killing her slowly. Hell, maybe even go home with that pretty blonde over there that’s been giving you eyes all night long. Don’t say I didn’t try.”

Harry was angry. He was angry because he knew Mitch was right. All this could be solved if he’d just man up and confess to his love how he really felt and why he did the things that he did. He could take the easy route and just talk to her, it really was that simple.

Harry did not take the easy route.

Instead, he woke the next morning to a mouth full of blonde hair and a throbbing in his skull. His stomach felt queasy and as he stared down at the girl who was certainly not his love, it only made the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach even worse.

The pretty girl next to him stirred, turning around and facing him. A smile spread on her lips as her eyes slowly blinked open, staring at him. He returned her stare with an anxious one.

“Morning, handsome,” she mumbled, still groggy. “We didn’t sleep together, if that’s what you’re assuming. Almost did, but then you started asking what to do about your girl.”

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation. The girl clutched the sheets to her chest as Harry scrambled to slip his pants back on.

“Harry,” her sweet voice came as she opened the door, stepping in half way, “Mitch sent me in to wake you—oh.”

“This isn’t what it looks like,” he rushed out, seeing the tears already starting to fall as her bottom lip quivered.

“No, no,” she choked out, nodding to herself, “’s your life, you get to choose.”

Harry wanted to beat himself black and blue as his love left in sobs. He pinched the bridge of his nose and turned back to the girl, who was now beginning to get dressed.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologized. “I didn’t know you had a girlfriend, I wouldn’t have come home with you, or I would’ve left. Is that her?”

“Yeah, but she’s not my girlfriend,” Harry assured her, though his words had a sad undertone to them. “Just someone I wish I could forget.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t,” she suggested. “I mean, I know I have no place to say anything, but maybe you guys are meant to be together. I mean, honestly, what’s holding you back?”

“She’s so young,” he sighed, sitting down next to the girl who was now dressed. “She’s eighteen, just turned it too. I’d be taking away from her innocence if I admitted I was in love with her.”

“Or you’re taking away from it right now by destroying her heart.”

Harry sighed, his head resting in his hands.

“My dad’s ten years older than my mom, and yeah, they got a lot of shit for it, but they’ve been together for God knows how long. Age gaps aren’t always a bad thing, Harry. Not if you truly love the person.”

“I doubt she’d want me now,” he mumbled.

She shook her head, “No, she does, trust me on this one. She wants you to let her yell at you and hit you and scream at you until she’s blue in the face and crying, and then she wants you to hold her and tell her you love her. That’s what she really wants. She wants you to own up to what you’ve done, feel guilty for it, then fix her.”

“Thank you,” Harry told her, grabbing her hand in gratitude. “I’m sorry, about all this, I swear I never meant for it to happen.”

The girl waved him off with a flick of her hand. “Don’t worry. I’m just glad you two weren’t married or some shit. God knows that’s happened to me one too many times.”

He gave her a smile, “I’ll pay for your ride back home, I insist.”

“You’re sweet,” she grinned, “now go get your girl back.”

Harry quickly slipped some clothes on and called the pretty blonde an Uber, making sure she was off safely before hurrying back inside. His feet carried him as fast as they could until he found himself standing outside her door. His fist pounded on the door as hard as he could.

The door opened to reveal the furious face of Clare.

“What the fuck do you want, Harry,” she hissed. “Haven’t you done enough already?”

“Please, please let me see her,” he begged, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. “Please I have to tell her.”

“What, tell her that you’re too much of a coward to confess your feelings and go and sleep with another woman?”

He knew he deserved the harsh words coming from his friend, but it still didn’t make them hurt any less.

“I just need to explain,” he insisted. “Please, Clare, let me make things right.”

Clare sighed, hearing and seeing the desperation within him. “You have twenty minutes before I come back in here.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, and he really did mean it. “Thank you.”

He stepped inside, seeing the girl of his dreams curled up under the covers of the bed. He crouched down on the ground beside her, peeling the covers away from her face. Her head was buried in her pillow, soft sobs wracking through her body.

“Baby please,” he begged softly, petting her head. “Please look at me.”

“So cruel,” she cried, “why’re you so cruel?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry,” he whispered, tears falling down his cheeks. “I thought if I left you I was saving you, thought I was taking your innocence because of how young you are—shoved me feelings aside to try and save you.”

She sat up in bed, wiping at her cheeks though it was no use. Her bottom lip quivered again as a sob ripped itself from her chest. Her hands tightened into fists as they came down on his shoulders, nearly beating him silly.

“So fucking cruel,” she cried before slumping against him.

He caught her easily, sinking down to the floor, holding her tightly to his chest as she cried her heart out. His fingers threaded through her hair, keeping her head pressed into the crook of his neck.

“I’m so sorry, Baby, so fucking sorry,” he whispered quietly.

“Why?” she asked tiredly once she had no more left to cry.

“I wanted to protect you,” he mumbled. “Couldn’t stop thinking about how young you are, and I didn’t want myself or anyone else to ruin your innocence. People can be so cruel, myself included obviously. Just wanted to keep you safe but it made things worse. I do love you though, more than anything in the world. Love of my life, you are.”

“You shouldn’t say things you don’t mean, it’s not very nice,” she whimpered.

“I do mean it, really,” he assured her. His nose nudged hers, forcing her to look up at him. “Love you with all my heart.”

She sniffled, her shaky breath fanning across his face, “Really?”

“Really,” he nodded. “Not asking for you to forgive me, just that you’ll give me a chance.”

She began fiddling with her fingers, her forehead resting lightly against his cheek. “’M scared, H, really scared. You really hurt me, really fucking hurt me.”

“I know,” he whispered. “I know and I’ll never stop beating myself up about it, swear I won’t. Just need to make sure I’ve still got a chance.”

His love breathed out a laugh, “You’ll always have a chance, H.”

His large hand cupped her jaw carefully, tilting her head up to meet her lips. She sighed falling completely into him. Her hands held his cheeks shakily, desperate to be closer to him. Her hands tugged at his shirt trying to pull it off his body.

“Baby, Baby,” he breathed out, grabbing at her hands. “Don’t wanna do this while you’re upset like this.”

“H, please,” she begged, tears welling up again, “please I’ll do anything, just need to feel you please.”

“Okay, okay, okay,” he hushed, picking them both up off the floor. He sat her gently down on the bed, peeling her shirt off him. He lied her down, settling between her legs.

Harry pressed his lips against hers in a slow motion, hands cupping her cheeks. She pulled his shirt off, his lips attaching themselves to her neck. Sloppy kisses were placed down her chest down the valley of her breasts. His lips attached to her nipple, his hand gently pinching and pulling on the other.

Her whimpers filled his ears as he continued to kiss down her stomach, making her squirm from how ticklish she is. He placed a kiss on both hipbones, slowly slipping her shorts down her legs, taking her panties with them. Her legs instinctively shut as they always did, making him purse his lips to hide a smile. He carefully pried her legs open, revealing her slick heat.

Harry knelt down on his stomach, peppering small kisses down her inner thighs. She whined quietly, running her fingers through his curls. He pressed a soft kiss to her clit before licking a stripe up her heat, taking her nub in his mouth. Her toes curled, heels digging into his back as she arched off the bed. His arms splayed across her hips, keeping her pinned to the bed. Blindly, she began to reach for his hand, grabbing onto his wrist. He offered her his hand, threading her fingers with his. His other hand pressed past her folds and into her, her body shaking.

At the last second, he pulled away, making her whine in frustration. He grinned, kissing back up to her lips.

“I love you,” he mumbled, staring her in the eyes.

A smile spread across her lips, a red hue tinting in her cheeks. “I love you too.”

Her feet pushed down against his pants, dying to get them down. He chuckled and helped her, his thick cock springing free. She sighed, his tip running through her folds before finally pushing in. she mewled, head tilting back against the pillows.

“Feel so good, Baby Love,” he grunted in her ear, thrusts picking up. “Always so tight for me.”

“So full, H,” she whimpered, her lips pressing against his cheek. He groaned when he felt her clench around him, her grip vice-like. “So close, please.”

“’ve got yeh, bubs,” he mumbled in her ear. “Jus’ let go fo’ me, ‘ve got yeh, not letting yeh go. All mine, baby, s’all mine.”

“Mean it?” she whimpered, eyes welling with tears. Her grip on his shoulders tightened considerably in slight fear.

“’Course I mean it, honey, I’ll always mean it,” he promised her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she nodded.

“Wanna be yours,” she whimpered. “Please.”

He nodded quickly, “Mine Baby, mine.”

She sighed under her breath and nodded, her back arching as she clenched tighter than ever. He rubbed her nub furiously, desperate to watch her come undone. His wish was granted as her mouth cropped open in a silent moan. Her own release triggered his and he grunted, thrusts faltering slightly.

His head dropped against her shoulder, kissing her skin gently.

“Love you, honey, more than anything ever,” he mumbled, rolling over and pulling her on top of him.

“Love you,” she whispered, “love you so much.

#harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #i changed some of it #hopefully it flows better lol

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angel-blitz · 4 years

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Obsidian Goldenbraid!

Kara is Obsidians cousin, and is the only one closest to his age. Obsidian admires Karas adventurous personality, but she doesnt really feel the same way about him. Alternatively, Maverick and Obsidian are bros

Obsidians a big mamas boy. He used to be super sensitive (and he still kinda is), but thanks to his dear old dad (and his auntie Zarya smacking some sense into him), hes now a big boy

Obsidian loves his dad a whole lot. He likes to go spelunking and adventuring with him

Obsidian saw his parents fight monsters together. He wanted to be a Mysticon after that

Some hair gel, a compass, his phone

His dreams are always about him saving the day and getting the girl

Mainly its people making fun of him for being "a baby" in his nightmares

Hes more of an axe wielding kind of guy instead of guns

Still dont know what socioeconomic means lmao im just babey

Less clothing. Wants to show off his "muscles"

When he went spelunking with his mom, they encountered a sleeping diamondback cave crawler. It freaked him out, but Em reassured him that the crawlers were calm as long as they were asleep

When he broke his arm (after a daredevil stunt gone wrong) , his parents took their days off of their duties to look after and hang out with him. That was definitely his calmest moment

He acts like he can handle blood, but if he sees a drop if it, he will literally pass out

He can remember faces. Especially cute ones

Material possession. Like his hair products

Happiness. Its more important to him than success is

A Mysticon Knight action figure (because, lets be real, in the future they would have their own merch)

Ambition would be the first thing he saw in someone

His biggest flaw is that hes self centered. Hes always looking in a mirror

He compares himself to others in terms of looks/beauty/charm

If something bad happens, he automatically fears that he may have caused it

Mostly, he likes their charm/the spark in their eyes

He doesnt like people that disrespect their family and friends

Hes really gullible. Its easy to trick him into trusting someone

He just suspects whoever everyone else is suspecting

He does his best to be a good role model around kids

When hes confronted, he usually tries to act like he doesnt know what the confronter is talking about, playing dumb. If that doesnt work, he runs

Hes a little slow. It takes him a second to realize he actually has to fight instead of flight

He dreamed of taking his moms role as Mysticon Knight. But she hasnt retired yet, so he has to wait longer

He finds bugs really gross

He feels uncomfortable when hes forced to sit out instead of standing out

He feels comfortable when hes with his friends and family

He gets defensive when it comes to criticism. He wants to believe hes perfect enough

If something doesnt work the first time, he'll move on to a different method

He always tries to impress people he likes

He gets quiet around people he doesnt like

Hes more concerned with defending his honor as runner up for the third Mysticon Knight

He can remove a threat, but sometimes he gets overwhelmed and ends up having to remove himself from the threat

Hes never been bitten by an animal. If anything, hes basically an animal whisperer

He treats people in service jobs very well, because he knows that they work hard

He feels he'll have to earn things first, rather than just believing he should deserve it

All the times that his parents had to go into battle, he was left under the care of Eartha and Lateensia. They basically became his aunts

He does depend on Paisley a lot because shes basically his terrifying human shield

He says "i love you" a lot. Sometimes to the wrong person on accident, but he cant help it

He believes that he'll hopefully be reincarnated as a dragon. He thinks dragons are pretty neat

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part 1 - 5 & 17!

17. Are you more of a sunrise or sunset watcher?

sunrise. i go on camping trips with my frat and i get up really early to always see the sunrise on the lake :)

you can’t make read mores in asks rip

PART 1. Ask me about myself…

1. Do you like the way you look?

yeah most of the time. i know i could look better if i put in more effort into working out and stuff, but overall yeah. im not completely mad.

2. Have you ever cut your hair yourself?

yeah when i was little my bangs were a shit show lkjdads

3. What’s your Instagram @?

mutuals can follow at @xsabrinalynn :)

4. Favorite console to play video games on?

i don’t play a lot of video games now, but i really loved my nintendo ds when i had one.

5. Do you collect anything?

all my tickets from flights, concerts, movies, etc.!!

6. Have you ever smoked a cigarette?

nope!

7. Are you a fan of bread and butter?

yes!!!!! outback bread is my fave

8. Does everything happen for a reason?

yeah.

9. What’s the most embarrassing thing that happened to you?

oh god. i accidentally texted my dad that i wanted to f*ck harry styles.

10. Have you ever almost died?

yeah. i fell off some stairs and went backwards, falling half way down the long staircase, but i grabbed onto the railing somehow. i know if i didn’t try to grab onto something i probably would’ve broken my neck.

11. Go-to ice cream order?

anything strawberry!! or taro!

12. Do you like your room?

yes!! i like my college and home now, we just redid my home room :’)

13. What do you like to do when you’re feeling stressed?

do nothing. sleep.

14. Who’s your best friend?

idk honestly.

15. Favorite animal?

cats!

16. Do you like to read?

yes!!

17. Are you an extrovert or introvert?

ambivert!

18. Biggest regret?

not confronting people in my past sooner. would’ve saved me my mental health.

19. Are you a fan of theme parks?

yes!! california adventure was the best!

20. Have you crossed anything off your bucket list in the past 2 months?

i don’t have a list???? but im doing everything i wanted to do this summer.

PART 2. Ask me if I’m a believer…

1. Do you believe in aliens?

yeah!

2. Do you believe the butterfly effect is real?

uhhh idk

3. Do you think love at first sight is legit?

yeah i think so.

4. Do you think we go to heaven or hell when we die?

idk im not religious so idk

5. Do you believe in karma?

yeah to some extent

6. Do you believe in witches and/or magic?

7. Do you think ghosts are real?

yeah!

8. Do you believe in anything mythical/supernatural? (Bigfoot, Mermaids, Vampires, etc.)

yes and no, like i want them to be real but i don’t think they are.

9. Do you believe in a God?

PART 3. Ask me about relationships & love…

1. Are you in love with anyone at the moment?

2. Do you want to eventually get married?

idk if it’s really the right person

3. Have you ever broke a friend’s trust?

yeah

4. What was your first kiss like?

haven’t had it

5. If a friend called you to help hide a body, would you help or turn them in?

god idk i don’t think i would do anything?

6. Have you ever had a crush on someone that, now as you look back, is completely embarrassing?

oh god yes

7. Explain your dream date.

a theme park.

8. How would you react if you had a secret admirer?

try to figure out who they are (ive had one and knew who it was lol)

9. You’re having dinner with your s/o, are you guys eating at a restaurant or having a home cooked meal?

restaurant unless they know how to cook

10. Talk about one of your favorite memories you share with a friend.

i got close with one my friends at a party and it was really nice cause we clicked immediately we’re really great friends now!

11. Have you ever secretly taken something from a friend and not given it back?

i don’t think so?

12. How would you react if a friend started dating your ex?

haven’t had ex’s so

13. Do you think any of your friends talk about you behind your back?

yeah

14. Where would you want to have your honeymoon?

santorini

15. Do you believe in sex before marriage?

yeah why no

16. Are you currently single?

yeah

17. Have you ever broken up with someone?

18. Have you ever cried over a break-up with a friend?

19. If you were in an emergency, which friend would you call first?

my dad

PART 4. Ask me about my favorite things!

1. Favorite feel-good movie?

to all the boys ive loved before

2. Favorite song from before 2005?

hey ya! - outkast

3. ALL-TIME favorite album?

god. probably i like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it - the 1975

4. Favorite actress?

brie larson

5. Top 3 favorite colors?

pink, blue, purple

6. Favorite book genre?

young adult

7. Favorite poem?

ithaka by c.p. cavafy

8. Favorite actor?

tom holland dakjsdk obvs

9. Favorite type of food?

italian!

10. Favorite pair of shoes you own?

my white leather converse

11. Favorite song right now?

senorita - shawn mendes, camila cabello

12. Favorite show you’ve ever watched?

bates motel

13. Favorite show as of right now?

good trouble!

14. Favorite quote?

“we are the choices we make. and have to make. we aren't anything else.” - chaos walking

15. Favorite thing to do when you’re bored?

tumblr, watch a movie or sleep

16. Favorite food?

baked ziti or arroz imperial

17. Favorite sea animal?

dolphins!

18. Favorite perfume/cologne/body spray?

elizabeth james nirvana white

19. Favorite drink to order at a coffee shop?

chai tea latte

20. Favorite person you know?

my dad

21. Favorite blog(s) here on Tumblr?

you!! @tomhollandcouk @parkerpete @parkerleeds @zendhaya @officialtessaholland @tmholland @akapeterparker

22. Favorite Youtuber?

mikey murphy

23. Favorite place to shop?

f21

24. Favorite book?

chaos walking series

25. Favorite musician?

the 1975!

26. Favorite city you’ve been to?

chicago!

27. Favorite sport?

american football

28. Favorite outfit you own?

my overalls with a simple t-shirt and my converse

29. Favorite app to use?

instagram

30. Favorite flower?

sunflower

PART 5. Ask me Would You Rather…

1. Eat a slug OR Eat a cockroach?

cockroach

2. Not take a shower for a week OR Not brush your teeth for a week?

teeth? gum right??

3. Cuss out your boss OR Tell your mom she looks fat?

tell my mom she looks fat cause she asks me this anyways

4. Fart in front of your crush (and they know it’s you) OR Accidentally sneeze in your celebrity crush’s face?

sneeze dkaskd

5. Jump off a cliff into the ocean OR Go skydiving and jump out of a plane?

skydiving

6. Be the girl who was known for eating her tampon OR Have everyone in your life legitimately hate you?

the tampon i think rip

7. Not be able to own anything that costs more than $20 OR Only be able to own things that cost $100 or more?

$100 more

8. Shit your pants on nation television OR Shit your pants at a job interview?

job interview shit happens lmao

9. Be famous while you’re alive but forgotten when you die OR Be unknown while you’re alive but famous after you die?

famous after i die

10. Go to jail for 5 years for something you didn’t do OR Get away with a horrible crime and live with guilt & fear?

jail for 5 years

#sabrina.txt #milesgmorales #ask #long post

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momo-de-avis · 5 years

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tell me more about millais and the whole "steal ur wife and have a happy marriage with her lmaoo" and the whole pedo thing??? im intrigued

At the top of my head and very quickly without bothering myself with checking things online cause I’m a bit lazy sorry (though I’ve been over this story for quite a while, I trust my instinct)

When the Pre-Raphaelites appeared, they were the bad boys of London. Reasons:

1) Fucked around, mostly Rossetti

2) Broke academic rules by painting in excruciating and vivid details that weren’t possible with the naked eye (like Holman Hunt painted every single blade of the grass—your eye can’t see it unless you stare closely at it, so academically, that was ugly)

3) Used redheaded women as models. Now, Victorians were absolute fucking lunatics, but the ideal beauty to them was some corpse-looking Morticia Adams. Black hair and pale skin, was top notch. Blonde, blue-eyed beauty came second, probably. What mattered was the pale skin. It was a trend among Victorian women to paint purple and blue veins to look as dead as possible because the frailty of women in a society that told they literally were good for nothing except breeding was the Latest Trend. Redheads, however, were considered cursed. Case in point: the greatest pre-raphaelite muse, Lizzie Siddal: she was not only a red-head, but her skin was also darker than most prefered. Not that she was anything but a white woman, just not white enough to look like you were already flirting with tuberculosis and ready to die fashionably at 40 (though Lizzie was famous for being constantly sick and bedridden. And addicted to Laudanum, like a good Victorian).

4) Basically what gave them the name: PRE-raphaelite. To explain quickly: academic painting privileged the art that resembled Raphael's paintings: harmonious, made of volumes through precise shadowing, mannerist in its style. Line and drawing prevailed above colour. This is linked to formalism so I’m just gonna wrap it up quickly: drawing was considered the intellectual form of art (because in the 16th century people were like ‘oh, astronomy is a science!’ and 'oh, mathematics is a science!’ and people were like, 'well shit, we gotta find a reason to call arts a science too’ and the Renaissance worked that out by explaining that drawing was basically a form of science. Take Da Vinci). The Pre-raphaelites said: fuck that noise, and privileged colour. They used techniques to brighten their paintings (like a layer of white paint applied to the canvas before they applied the preliminary drawing, which made the colours stand out, and then finished it off with wax varnish, which makes it glow. If you ever see a PR painting live, note just how vivid it is. It looks like it’s never gonna wear off, it’s incredible). So with this, they basically said the Royal Academy was a bunch of piss babies who knew jack shit about painting (the accusation of being dumbasses included).

5) …but to be that guy, you had to LIVE the life. So, if you privilege medieval thinking, lifestyle and theology, what you gotta do? BE that medieval knight Victorians thought were oh so Chivalric. Again, famously, Lizzie Siddal is known to be the bad girl of this revival: she refused to wear crinoline and whatever shit the Victorian ladies wore. She wore loose dresses, no corsets and overall dressed like the engravings on Tennyson’s Idylls of the King. She was actually lauded for her commitment like, even Ruskin at one point saw Rossetti as a piss baby rock star wannabe who never finished his shit, but this girl? She committed.

So you see, when these guys popped up, Victorians scowled. BADLY.

But they knew that, to conquer the hearts of promiscuous dandies and hypocritical high-society, laudanum-ridden, arsenic-eating uptight douches and douchesses, they had to get to the loins of one man: most important art critic of his time, single-handedly responsible for elevating William Turner to the True Genius of English Painting: John Ruskin.

Now, just WHO was John Ruskin?

First of all, this little shit was overtly religious. Protestant kind, so you know what you’re in for. This guy studied Turner back and forth, knew everything about him, wrote extensively of his genius and was responsible, as I said, to consecrate him to the memory of British sea painting. Except he purposefully left a bit out, one particular episode of Turner’s life that, to Ruskin’s mind, would ruin his reputation.

Turner was a freak. My man has ENDLESS erotic drawings that go from curious artist look into the Vagina from full-blown pre-victorian porn. And Ruskin kept it all locked away inside his drawer.

The thing was, Ruskin was brought up surrounded by art. This guy looked at Roman statues of women, with their perfectly waxed peepees and toned arms supporting perky breasts and DEAD ASS though this was what women looked like.

So he married Effie Gray, a woman in everything respectable, a prosperous marriage for the good ol’ Victorian lady and dude.

And for the next five years of their marriage proceeded to REFUSE to even touch her.

When the pre-raphaelites pop up, Ruskin attends their very first exhibition and writes them a glowing review. Immediately they go from nut-heads to pop stars. But among them all, it was clear that it was John Everett Millais who was the most talented. So Ruskin took him under his wing.

His first assignment was: paint my portrait. But the pre-raphaelites did something the British academics didn’t: to paint nature, they went outside and painting the motif by looking directly at it. And Ruskin, who praised this mode of making art, had in mind the precise spot he wanted to be painted on: a waterfal or some shit in Scotland, where he owned a cottage.

This cottage was not big. It was actually rather small—you know, in pretending-to-be-a-peasant-is-so-much-fun! victorian fashion. And what does this absolute buffoon does? He invites Millais and his wife Effie in to paint his portrait.

Now I want you to imagine this woman, who has been pushing down 5 years of Horny, putting up with this dude’s shit, enclosed in a tight space with this man—who was older than herself—and incidentally, a handsome looking young fella who paints nicely.

I insist on this thing that Ruskin didn’t touch his wife because he thought women looked like statues because he actually told her. He told her he found her repulsive because—what do you know!!! The peepee’s got some pubic hair! And women menstruate! And like, we’re real fucking things, not Pygmalion's wet dream forged over and over again! She actually wrote a letter to her father detailing this (if you watch the show Desperate Romantics, the scene were Effie confesses this to Millais, the actress is actually reciting this letter word for word).

So when they return to London after the painting is done, they just… Fall in love. I mean, shit, what was she supposed to do?

The face of a man who doesn’t know he’s about to be shit-whipped by his pupil, painted by none other than his protegée, this same pupil.

But remember: no matter what Victorian fangirls say, and whatever that Victorian TV show tries to show you, this society was absolute utter shit for women. Effie Grey presented an annulment proposal to her marriage, and society collapsed on her. She was actually blamed for the fact that Ruskin wouldn’t consummate the marriage. And because she had grown quite close to Millais, she had to prove before the entirety of Victorian society that she was a virgin. Oh, yes. It’s what you’re thinking.

Those open-your-legs-wide-and-let-me-insert-this-not-at-all-friendly-looking-metal-utensil-up--your-private-canal-to-prove-you-are-a-virgin. This, mind you, was back then as utterly humiliating as it sounds now, and to make matters worse, Mr. I-only-fuck-clean-shaven-pussy claimed she was mentally unstable.

Either way: annulment conceded, and she married John Everett Millais. The two went on to a lifelong of fucking and 8 children. Check Millais’ painting Peace Concluded and tell me those two idiots did not die happy together.

I kid you not: until Millais’ death, Effie was socially ostracized. She was even barred from being present in social events where Queen Victoria was, proclaimed by the Queen herself (because remember kids! Victorian society absolutely sucked because it was none other than our favourite imperialist who made it so!) even after she ordered Millais the first Laureate painter. It was only when Millais was dying that in his death bed he BEGGED to lift that stupid shit and she conceded. I just honestly believe Effie didn’t give a shit at this point, because my girl was happy.

So, you ask, what happened to Ruskin?

Don’t think he got off easy lmao. He had his own demise. He wasn’t seen with good eyes after the whole annulment debacle. But of course, being the pissy adult he was, he had to make things worse.

Enter Rose de La Touche.

You see, Rose de la Touche was Ruskin’s pupil. She is, as far as we can tell from his writings, the only woman he ever called attractive and revealed to be attracted to her. When, you ask?

When she was fucking 9 years old, the first time he met her.

He became tutoring her when she was 14. At this point, this ugly ass vulture was way past his 40s. Rose’s parents actually made it worse if my mind doesn’t fail me, but I’m not certain so I won’t address them. Either way, he pretty much groomed her and she grew infatuated with him. He actually made plans to marry her once she turned like, 18 or something, like a good pedo.

The only reason Rose didn’t marry Ruskin? Effie Gray stepped in. Not that she was that interested in what was to happen. The thing was, the reason for the annulment was that Ruskin was impotent, and if he fucked a healthy girl and she got pregnant, she’d be in the shits. But either way, I think it was easy given that he was like 40 years older or some shit. Rose actually declined to marry because she wanted the marriage to be unconsummated, but this time around, ya big Pedo declined! I wonder why was it so easy the first time, and so hard now that he found himself a neat little child to corrupt, right?

At some point, even fucking Rossetti intervened. Now, Rossetti was the rock star of his time: he fucked everything that moved, he got into affairs with the wives of his pupils while Lizzie lingered between life and death at his home, and it took him some 9 years to finally keep his promise to Lizzie and marry her ass. He was the last person you’d expect to say a thing. But you know you’ve fucked up and that you’re a perverted piece of shit when THIS IS THE GUY who steps in to say 'hey, Ruskin, big fan, but you really gotta tone it down cause even I’m not a pedo, pal’.

Now listen: yeah, there’s a lot of speculation about Ruskin’s 'love affair’ with Rose de La Touche. Did he really fall in love with her when she was 9? We don’t know. We don’t care either, because it doesn’t make him any less a fucking pedo. Like, yeah, good art critic, nice theory on the whole Modern Painting book, but this dude had some serious issues.

And there you go

#breakerofvows

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memedbts · 6 years

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for the bangtan asks: ALL

we are bulletproof: if you could be any superhero, who would you be and why?

none. i dont like all that marvel/dc crap. actually no, it’s not crap, just not for me...

no more dream: if you woke up tomorrow to be incredibly famous, how would you react?

omg idek tbh. i lowkey feel exposed lmaooo

i like it: if you could reverse any moment in your life, what would that moment be?

idk tbh anything that i said that caused an argument, caused things between me n another person to get awkward, or anything that made people change the way they look at me

n.o: biggest pet peeve?

kids that act older than their age for sure

we on: how do you deal with people who don’t like you?

already answered this lol

if i ruled the world: what would you do if you found out that you were an heir to a wealthy kingdom?

snatch up that money real quick

coffee: what’s your coffee order?

i dont really drink coffee but @ starbucks, caramel frap, extra whip n caramel

cypher pt. 1: if you had to be part of a kpop group, what position would you want to be (i.e. leader, visual, lead vocal, dancer, rapper, maknae, etc.)

maknae bc i like being the youngest. im the oldest sibling so its nice when i get the be the youngest

rise of bangtan: when and how did you get into the king and legends, also known as bangtan sonyeondan?

like november of 2016. i was reintroduced to kpop by some of my friends and boy oh boy did they make a good ass decsion

satoori rap: what does home mean to you?

a place where all my friends are and i can be myself

boy in luv: when you are interested in someone (romantically, sexually, etc.), does your behavior change?

already answered this tooooo lol

just one day: who would you want to spend the last day of your life with?

my family n friends. also bts if they could lmao

tomorrow: goal that you would like to achieve within the next year?

have a glo up HAAAAA

cypher pt. 2: one thing about yourself you wish people would appreciate more?

my personality and my advice. some people dont take it and then i end being right.....

spine breaker: what is your weakness when it comes to spending money?

BTS COMEBACKS HOOOOOOEEEEEE ISTG IF I BECAME RICH ID GO BROKE IN 0.0005 SECONDS

jump: favorite childhood memory?

anytime in preschool bc i had some lit ass friends

miss right: what is your ideal ‘type’?

umm.. funny obviously, i mean i want them to be somewhat attractive, decently smart, similar personality to mine

i like it pt. 2: dream date?

oooof idk i’d have to think about that one

danger: have you ever had a near-death experience?

no oh my god im so grateful that ive never had one

war of hormone: most embarrassing moment?

i fell on my ass in front of this big group of guys lmaooo

hip hop lover: three songs that are meaningful to you?

volume up - 4minute

return to pooh corner - kenny loggins (fight me)

rain - bts

let me know: are you good at keeping secrets?

it depends on who’s secret. if im not super close to them, i wont tell everybody i know, but i’ll most likely tell a few friends ooof. brutally honest lmao

rain: most spontaneous thing you’ve ever done?

idek im not that impulsive i guess

cypher pt. 3: favorite outfit to wear?

my off the should pink lace thingy with jean shorts

blanket kick: longest time you’ve spent lying in bed (sleeping or not)?

from like 8 to like the next day. i was dying rip

24/7 = heaven: what are you most looking forward to?\

next year volleyball and kpop club

look here: do you have any hidden talents?

no rip

second grade: proudest accomplishment?

3.96 gpa

i need u: are you in love?

nah

hold me tight: does physical contact comfort you?

it depends what kind of physical contact

love is not over: ever had your heart broken?

nope

dead leaves: how loyal are you?

100%

move: last time you cried?

yesterday

butterfly: most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?

bts existing

run: do you like traveling? if so, where? what’s your dream vacation?

yes! honestly like hawaii or something

ma city: if you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

hawaii ha im so basic

baepsae: do you vote and/or keep up with politics?

not old enough to vote but when i am, i will. and yeah i guess. im not like SUPER into politics but i know for the most part whats going on. i think ill pay more attention when i can actually vote.

dope: what did you want to be when you were younger? how does it compare to what you want to be now?

i wanted to be an actress. now ive realized im not cut out for that.

fire: are you a spontaneous person?

it depends on who im with but like not really

save me: your favorite place on earth?

my room tbhhh

young forever: what is one movie from your childhood that you will always treasure?

idek just like the childhood show movies that they made

boys with fun: you’re going on a roadtrip with seven other people– dead, alive, fictional, real, famous, or not. who are they, and why?

yall already know who im bout to pick with 7 people lmao

converse high: how many pairs of shoes do you own?

not exaclty sure, also not about to get up n count. but probably around 10. but i only wear about like 3 or 4

whalien 52: weirdest thing that has ever happened to you? alternatively, weirdest dream you’ve ever had?

this was real. i was walking my dog and this guy with nothing with underwear on was standing outside on the porch screaming. mind you, i lived in a nice/decent neighborhood.

house of cards: when was the last time you felt sexy?

NONE

boy meets evil: have you ever committed a crime? if so, what was it? alternatively, what is the worst thing you have ever done?

never committed a crime. imma good child lmao. but the worst thing ive ever done was call someone from my friend from nz and for 50 minutes and cost my dad, $200 lolllllll

blood, sweat, & tears: kinkiest kink you have?

um. im not there yet sweetie

begin: who are you most grateful for in your life?

my parents and my friend group from where i used to live

lie: biggest fear?

spiders n death

stigma: would you rather know the date of your death or the cause of your death?

cause bc then i can prevent it possibly

first love: do you believe in soulmates?

i guess

reflection: if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

get into bts earlier

mama: are you good at giving advice?

yeah i am

awake: if you had to be a flower, which flower would you be?

pansies bc they’re my grandma’s favorite

lost: how good are you with directions? do you get lost easily?

i dont lost easily unless people are distracting me

cypher pt. 4: what do you do to treat yourself or relax?

i do face masks, add some extra steps to my skin care

am i wrong: you wake up one morning in the hospital, knowing only your name and a single memory from your life. what is that memory?

a memory where im reflecting on all of my memories. HA

21st century girls: do you prefer texting, calling, or video chatting?

depends on with who

2!3!: your favorite thing about bangtan?

their personalities

spring day: who do you miss right now?

my old friend group.

not today: what are you procrastinating right now?

this project for agriculture and natural resources oop

wings: on airplanes, do you prefer the window seat, the middle seat, or the aisle seat?

when we first take off, aisle, but as i get comfortable in the air, i can do window

you never walk alone: how many people do you trust with your life?

my old friend group and my parents.

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nukefamily · 7 years

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THAT DELETED SCENE THO

let's just talk about it for a sec.

First of all, I'm still hella salty it got deleted like all the other Barisi scenes.

Ms Drake’s Appearance

I love the looks Sonny and Rafael get on their faces when Ms Drake appeared. (Excuse some shitty screenshots cause I took most on my phone lmao.)

They were both simultaneously going "Oh God. Here we go..." Because they both realize that what she’s doing. Approaching them to talk... and this is considered inappropriate in this sense. She shouldn’t be approaching them to talk as Barba is fighting against her son as he was suspected of raping her at this point. Even despite this though, they both stop and turn around, giving her the chance to speak instead of shooing her away like most would.

Now, we all know that Sonny really could've up and continued walking to give Rafael and Ms Drake a chance to speak one on one, but with the mix of both his good conscience, wanting to support a friend and colleague in this situation, and the fact that Ms Drake said she wanted to “look Barba and Carisi in the eye,” and “ask why they’re ruining her sons life,” he felt the pull to stay. To be a support system for Barba but also see if he could weigh in on the conversation. Not to mention he wanted to know what Ms Drake wanted to say simply because he’s a good person to begin with. Not to mention the look he gave when he was first addressed. It was a concerned but interested look... with a tinge of “don't mess with either of us.”

Barba’s Apology

“I’m sorry for what you’re going through.” Now, yes, that is the normal procedural line we hear all the time on this show and in real life from both cops and lawyers alike, simply because it’s typical protocol for them not to show too much sympathy and saying this is the safe way to go about it. It tends to sound robotic but I think that was Raúl’s intentions with delivering this line. And when Ms Drake said they should drop the charges, it sounded as if she still half-believed Barba’s words despite the ‘cold’ voice he used. I appreciated it when Sonny did step in saying that they couldn’t and I love the fact that Peter used a soft, saddened voice. With this, we know that Sonny wishes they could, but considering the circumstances, considering the fact that Andrew is suspected of raping Mandy, they can’t drop the charges as Andrew needs to have some sort of punishment instead of walking free and Mandy never getting justice for what was done to her.

Now, what I like most about Barba saying that he was open to a plea was the facial expression he gave before he turned his head.

Maybe this was a poor screenshot but anyway. The expression to me looks like he wants to be done talking because he knows exactly where the conversation is going but he continues anyway, giving her another choice. While the expression is still rather soft while holding a cold-ish stare. I find Raúl to be very good at giving these kinds of expressions. Anyway. Continuing on.

Ms Drake’s Slam

“Must feel really good standing there in your expensive suit having all the power. Moving people around like chess pieces.”

Okay. Here we go. This sentence, you can just tell by the look on Barba’s face right after she says this, he knew that she was going to say something, but this was... well, not completely what he was expecting. We know that he doesn't like feeling high and mighty before he said “No. Doesn’t feel good at all.” Because we’ve seen him in court getting emotional. Examples: (x) (x) (x) there’s probably plenty more but you get the point. This being said/shown, if someone out there was too blind to see the pain behind this man’s mask since season 14 (2012), aka 5 years, even with it showing through on multiple occasions, THERE YOU GO. There’s the pain.

Continuing on with that, cases definitely get to Barba, especially ones involving children (or in this case young teens) despite him not being a fan of children (which is evident with the way he held Noah that one episode, which I still find hilarious because same), it's still hard for him because children are innocent. They haven’t lived life long enough to experience the pain they’ve gone through.

When Ms Drake leaves, her expression is... well actually, I don’t know what it is. It looks like she believes him but doesn’t believe him at the same time? I don’t know if there’s a word for that or not. But perhaps this expression is because she doesn’t understand the weight Rafael constantly has on his shoulders because of the fact that she isn’t an ADA. She never had to take on the huge load of work that he has to. She’s never had to break families apart. She’s never had to deal with losing a case and making his client feel betrayed. It’s just something she’s never had to deal with so she isn’t sure if he’s telling the truth or not.

Then Sonny steps forward with a, still disappointed look, but also a small bit relieved. But maybe I’m just shit at reading facial expressions idk.

That Question

“Do you still wanna be a lawyer?”

This. Line. It’s like it’s constantly on Barba’s mind and honestly, I don’t blame him for having on his mind. Going back to 17x23, he brought it up after he identified Felipe Heredio. It’s like once he realised the dangers of being an ADA could happen to him, despite being friends with cops, he wanted Carisi to realise that being an ADA wasn’t all he probably thought. It wasn’t all fun court stuff. There was an actual risk of being one and he doesn’t seem to want Carsi to be in danger despite him being a Police Detective.. and he’s been in tough situations (so far).

Having a rough start when he joined SVU as the others thought he was blunt and insensitive despite his skills. It took a while, but he did eventually get respect and friendship from his colleagues.

He also has a tough time keeping his emotions in check like the time he nearly broke the dentist’s hand because he raped his own niece.

Sonny responds with the fact he’s been thinking about it but when Barba says there’s an opening in Manhatten, Carisi goes on to decline said offer because he wants to stay a cop to protect and serve. Especially after Dodds’ death.

Now, jumping back to the deleted scene, when Carisi was asked again, fdjkgf okay wait. So, because Barba asked, I’m automatically assuming that they talked about Sonny wanting to be a lawyer because we know characters interact off camera. It’s common knowledge at this point. So when Carisi says “Not today,” I’m thinking he told Barba he wanted to try again but there have been no openings recently which is.. understandable and maybe the new ADA, who’s coming in God knows when, took the spot in Manhattan between 17x23 and 19x04. Now, we won’t know this for sure until he comes into the show but aNYWAY.

Sonny’s Response

Because Sonny said “Not today,” I can only assume he realises the challenges involved in being a lawyer. Not that he hasn’t before but it’s suddenly coming back to him. Maybe he’s realising that it is a good thing to simply be a cop with a lawyer mindset as he can give another viewpoint when Barba isn’t there. But let’s just talk about the facial expression he gives. He’s also glad he doesn’t have to go through what Barba does, no matter how selfish that might sound on his part.

Like, you can see the concern in his face (and his voice but that’s beside the point-no it’s not but I’m not focusing on that because it’s audible. shh). I feel like this is because he honestly feels bad for Barba having to deal with this crap day in and day out. He knows it’s taking a toll on him and he feels bad, but there’s not much he can do but provide distractions for him every so often.

The Look™

I feel like this was geared towards Sonny's response. While we know Rafael is proud of Sonny, there's something else there. He wants Sonny to become a lawyer, but at the same time, does he want Sonny to be a lawyer? He's been a lawyer for a long time, since before season 14. I can't remember if they've ever said how long he's been one. He knows Sonny has been through a lot. Obviously, we know that too. I mean, hell, here are some things I didn’t mention above.

He was nearly shot in the head at gunpoint in 18x07 by Sgt. Tom Cole, a rape suspect. That had to of taken a toll on his mental state for a while, if not permanently. Thank you to Olivia for saving him btw.

When he was doing his best to hold onto the man’s hand in 19x02 (i forget his name pls forgive) but the glove slips off the man's hand and he ultimately plummets to his death and Sonny is very shaken up about it.

And I mean, there are probably other things I forgot to write down but yeah. Barba knows that despite all that, something in Sonny wouldn’t be able to handle the hard passings of being a lawyer/ADA. And honestly, I feel that way too. With his good conscience, I feel like he wouldn't be able to work properly if he got a client who was the suspect of a crime. Not to mention, Barba probably realises Carsis sees court as “cool” and “awesome” and he’s “awestruck” by it. But once he gets to be a lawyer, he’ll realise it’s not all he thought it out to be. He doesn’t realise how hard being a lawyer is yet and Barba is probably trying to shield him from that fact for a while until Carisi is like “lol fuk u im doing it” and he doesn’t want to see the Detective’s dreams go down the drain. But I don’t think Barba realises that Carisi realises that being a lawyer isn’t all he thought it was gonna be due to the fact that he was always so giddy and excited when he was taking night classes.

Walking Away

Now, at the end when Barba is following after Carisi, I began thinking.

Barba is walking after Sonny faster than normal

They must be going somewhere together

Where this somewhere is, who knows. My shipper brain really wants to take over and write a bunch of fantasies but I’m being realistic here in this thought thing so I’m not gonna do that. All I’m gonna say is maybe they’re going to get drinks or something. K? K.

Overall I’m still salty they cut this.

#law and order: special victims unit #law & order svu #svu #svu 19 #sonny carisi #carisi #rafael barba #barba #peter scanavino #raúl esparza #deleted scene #my thoughts #im so sorry but i had to #im probably gonna do these from now on i apologize

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tessavirtueandmoir · 6 years

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1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

Daniel aka one of the Finnish guys cause I didn’t want to get lost in the club (I also hate club so it was like a double whammy)

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

Is outgoingly shy a thing? I used to be super shy and still am around guys, but im definitely more outgoing in everyday life than I used to be

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

MY BESTFRIEND WHO FREAKING FLEW TO ENGLAND THE DAY I CAME HOME AND I HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO SEE HER YET.

4. Are you easy to get along with?

Depends on who you ask, I guess.

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

More likely than not.

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

Blond hair, blue eyes… the eye colour doesnt really matter tbh but that seems to be the trend. Not douchey.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

Uhh.. that’s wishful thinking.

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

Those dang Finnish boys #lifecrisis

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

Yes.

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Probs one of those Finnish boys

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

I sent an article to my mom about how Canada was gonna be colder than Antarctica and mars. lmao I love this freaking country.

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Freedom 90 - Pitch Perfect Cast

Saturday Night - Whigfield

New Year’s Day - TSwift

New Rules - Dua Lipa

Hopeless Romantic - Scott Middough

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

Yeah dude point me to a girl who doesn’t

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

Lmao no not really

15. What good thing happened this summer?

I turned 20 and apparently had a life resolution. Ditch those crappy people y’all, they aint worth your time

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Debatable…

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

Don’t even remember who my first crush was so that’s probably a no.

19. Do you like bubble baths?

Yo. My kryptonite. My res only had showers for the 4 months I was there and I legit cried when I say my bathtub so.

20. Do you like your neighbors?

As long as I can’t hear them, I don’t really care

21. What are you bad habits?

Getting super snippy when I’m hungry. Um… constantly being on my phone? Idk what else. Being blunt?

22. Where would you like to travel?

I just want to go back to England at this point

23. Do you have trust issues?

hahahah AHAHAHAHAHHA bye

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

the fact I didnt wake up until like mid afternoon in the uk… now literally nothing

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

My stomach? Or maybe my arms

26. What do you do when you wake up?

Check my phone notifs

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

Maybe a tad darker because im literally pale af but otherwise no

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

my best friends aka girls

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

No? One of my ex’s once told one of my friends to check on me though cause he was worried.. it was strange.

30. Do you ever want to get married?

Also, debatable. I’m loving my alone life right now.

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?

If it wasn’t I would literally cry so. Every time I get it cut we make sure it goes into a pony because of dance and stuff.

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

Anna Kendrick and is Tessa Virtue a celebrity? I think she is. Wow… that is quite the threesome honestly. Gotta have different life experiences I suppose.

33. Spell your name with your chin.

grasysdoihj

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

Dance and soccer. dance is a sport dont argue with me

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

TV I guess. But either option would be pretty lame.

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

In my 20 years, yeah probably

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

Nothing, I usually check my phone or something

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

Not an inconsiderate douchebag. And someone that lives in the same country as me.

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

NEWLOOK, River Island, ASOS, RW and Co, Dynamite (sometimes the Bay)

40. What do you want to do after high school?

Be a lawyer.

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

Nah man.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

I’m fucking mad and u best walk away before I slit you in half. Or I’m tired. Or im not comfortable with the situation

43. Do you smile at strangers?

I barely even look up so no

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

Bottom of the ocean

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

That maybe it’ll be cold enough for me to take a bath at some point… I have a lame Canadian life. And I also don’t wanna be a university drop out so there’s also that.

46. What are you paranoid about?

People following me… like not on social media. Just like in general

47. Have you ever been high?

Nope

48. Have you ever been drunk?

Potentially? Idk man, probably not

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

Oh yeah. But I told my friends about it so does that really count?

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

Navy

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

Everyone wishes they were T Virtue so.

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

I wish I could make myself want to go to the gym an exercise. But yet, here I am

53. Favourite makeup brand?

Anastasia Beverley Hills/Tarte/Fenty Beauty

54. Favourite store?

Did I not already answer this?

55. Favourite blog?

Mine. Shameless self promo

https://graysonwadsworth2.wixsite.com/hayitsgray

56. Favourite colour?

Grey/Teal/Burgundy

57. Favourite food?

G A R L I C B R E A D

58. Last thing you ate?

I’m about to eat a huge ass bowl of oatmeal

59. First thing you ate this morning?

This huge ass bowl of oatmeal. It’s 9:25 PM in case y’all were wondering.

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

Many. For dance.

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

No, I’m an angel. Just kidding.

62. Been arrested? For what?

Nope.

63. Ever been in love?

Yep.

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

Happened on a cruise ship in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea and I stupidly decided to play a game where we were trying to get our faces as close as possible without kissing… I was dumb okay lmao.

65. Are you hungry right now?

Mildly.

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

I talk to my Tumblr friends more than my real friends

67. Facebook or Twitter?

Twitter

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

Why is instagram not a choice. Tumblr I guess.

69. Are you watching tv right now?

I’m watching the movie what not to expect when you’re expecting

70. Names of your bestfriends?

Harneet, Keira, Emmy, Katerina, Andy, Meghan x 2, Madi, Sydney, Emily, Lauren, Cassidy… wow… that’s so many

71. Craving something? What?

Not to be sick.

72. What colour are your towels?

My personal towels are teal. But we have brown, black. and grey ones in the bathroom too.

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

there’s 6 on my bed right now

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

does one laying at the foot of the bed count cause otherwise no

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

I legitimately cleaned out my entire closet this week and found my ENTIRE collection of webkinz so if we’re gonna count those probs like 300 lmao

75. Favourite animal?

Elephant

76. What colour is your underwear?

Pink

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Vanilla

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

Cookie Dough OR French crisp from Laura Secord

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

Grey

80. What colour pants?

Grey, white and pink

81. Favourite tv show?

GREYS ANATOMY

82. Favourite movie?

Moulin Rouge or Angels and Demons

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

Mean girls who are you

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

Jump Street

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

Janice

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

Dory or Crush

87. First person you talked to today?

I honestly have no idea, probably meg though… or I definitely snapchatted people

88. Last person you talked to today?

Meg

89. Name a person you hate?

Well, that would be mean.

90. Name a person you love?

My British bestie, honestly, I don’t know why I love her so much. It’s strange. My cat is the next backup.

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

No? Violence is never the answer. Passive aggressiveness is

92. In a fight with someone?

Not that I know of

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

All of my sweats are basically roots, and I honestly have too many

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

TOO MANY

95. Last movie you watched?

Pitch Perfect 2

96. Favourite actress?

Anna Kendrick OR Reese Witherspoon

97. Favourite actor?

I am currently blanking on male actors at the moment. Let’s just go with Ryan Reynolds cause he’s funny af and married to Blake so

98. Do you tan a lot?

I burn a lot.

99. Have any pets?

A really bitchy cat

100. How are you feeling?

Sick #iloveairplanes

101. Do you type fast?

Yes, unnaturally fast. I can also type without looking at the keys which weirds a lot of people out.

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

Doesn’t everyone? It wasn’t stuff that I did myself though

103. Can you spell well?

Usually yes, lately no. I need to go back to school obviously

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

My grandma

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

Yep

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

Accidentally on purpose yes

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

Yes, and I got bucked off and now refuse to ride another horse

108. What should you be doing?

Writing an essay that’s due on Friday

109. Is something irritating you right now?

The fact that I can’t fall asleep, but that’s the norm so

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

Only when they broke my heartttttt

111. Do you have trust issues?

I swear to god I’ve already answered this one

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

My best british friend. She legit left me crying in the middle of the club

113. What was your childhood nickname?

Gray gray. Or Gray goose.

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

Yes

115. Do you play the Wii?

I used to. My console is in my closet now though

116. Are you listening to music right now?

Yes, always.

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

MA FAVE. It’s the only soup I eat.

118. Do you like Chinese food?

YES. MY OTHER FAVE.

119. Favourite book?

13 Reasons Why, or Atonement. Soon to be: Scrappy Little Nobody

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

No.

121. Are you mean?

I am blunt. Sometimes those two can get confused

122. Is cheating ever okay?

No, y’all are scum bye

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

Uh… if my white shoes get dirty I clean them so they’re white again

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

No, but I believe in crushes at first sight #themodel

125. Do you believe in true love?

I mean.. maybe.

126. Are you currently bored?

Yes, hence why I’m answering all these questions

127. What makes you happy?

My friends

128. Would you change your name?

I currently am, but not my first name.

129. What your zodiac sign?

Cancer the crabbbbbb

130. Do you like subway?

Uh…. sometimes. But it’s not my go to

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Yikes, this has legit happened to me and I had to dip so fast im not even lying

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Definitely one of those Finnish boys

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

Take back your picture in a frame

sometimes the clothes do not make the man

134. Can you count to one million?

Who would ever try that? It would take forever.

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

When I told all my profs I couldn’t write my midterm cause I had a concussion and I went to the Dominican instead #rebel

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

Closed

137. How tall are you?

5′ 3″

138. Curly or Straight hair?

Straight hair that is curled

139. Brunette or Blonde?

Blonde

140. Summer or Winter?

Neither, I hate both. But if I had to choose, summer

141. Night or Day?

Night

142. Favourite month?

May

143. Are you a vegetarian?

No, I’d literally die because I hate vegetables

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

milk

145. Tea or Coffee?

T E A

146. Was today a good day?

Tbh I laid in bed all day so that’s pretty ideal

147. Mars or Snickers?

Mars

148. What’s your favourite quote?

Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind - Dr. Suess (how philosophical wow)

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

Nope

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

The young team were still getting most of their ice time in Ilderton and were preparing for the Western Ontario sectionals in the juvenile category, but in late autumn of 1998, just a week before sectionals, Scott broke his right arm playing flag football. That is the longest sentence ever wow.

#personal #I cant believe I was so bored I answered 150 questions about myself #Jesus murphy

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