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kvetchinglyneurotic · 4 months

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They're up at Burnley and it's snowing; lightly at first, a dusting of white over grass through the second half that had them shivering in their kits as they slid mud-spattered across the pitch. They'd won thanks to the fucking Roy Kent effect, everyone except Jamie 'cause that'd require coach to actually, well, coach him. To look at a space with Jamie in it and act like he saw a person instead of nothing at all, and he used to wish he was invisible, back when he was a kid dodging fists and snarled words but now he wants to cry, just a bit, 'cause he really is trying and why can't Roy try too?

They're up at Burnley and it's snowing in huge fluffy white flakes as they board the coach and Jamie feels sick, sits in the aisle beside Sam who presses against the window, breath fogging on the glass.

"You know I'd love to give you all a day out in town to celebrate but it looks like it's gonna be a snow day for us, folks," Ted says, stood at the front of the bus with a broad smile under his moustache. They all groan and he chuckles, hands held out in front of him. "Hey, I don't make the weather — and boy, that would be something, wouldn't it? Give y'all a taste of Kansas summer instead of all this rain you've got going on. Or snow, at the moment. Anyhow, we'll make our own fun, won't we boys?"

"It's barely even snowing," Zoreaux grumbles.

Jamie hurries off the coach, ready to crawl under the blankets and draw the curtains where he can't see any of it and he's halfway to the hotel entrance when he realizes Sam isn't with him. Turns and finds him with his face turned up in the middle of the carpark with snow dusted on his hair and his jacket and melting on his skin.

"It's very beautiful," he says softly. Jamie trudges back towards him and there's a look on his face he's never seen before, all wondering and open and in that moment with icy water trickling through his hair and his fingers frozen stiff in his pockets, Jamie thinks everything in his life has been worth it for this moment, watching Sam's face as he watches the snow.

Beside them, Dani kneels to scoop up a handful and yelps, shaking out his hands, pouting with betrayal. "And very cold!"

"You gotta wear gloves, mate," Jamie says. He knocks his shoulder against Dani and Dani knocks back.

"But it looks so soft!"

Inside, Ted leads them to the conference centre instead of up to their rooms and they sit in a circle on the floor, coaches and all. Jamie ends up huddled between Sam and Dani, arms looped over each other's shoulders, two lads who've never seen snow before in their lives and Jamie who has but the cold worms into him more than it does the others, never mind how Isaac teases him that he should be tougher, northern lad that he is.

There are eyes on him, a tiger watching from the brush. Jamie glances up and it's Roy, eyes dark and hard and searching and it's the first time they've met eyes since he returned, maybe ever. Jamie breaks first. Stares down at the carpet instead — ugly fucking thing, pilly and brown and worn out. They're a Championship League team now; can't afford the good hotels any longer. A year ago he'd've thrown a fit, quit in a huff to somewhere that deserved him like he might have done when Ted became gaffer if he hadn't had City to go back to. Only it turned out Richmond had made him too soft to handle Manchester and all that came with it. He'd made it twelve years with dad hanging over his head and then broke after barely a handful of months, huddled in his bathroom with blood in his teeth, told his agent he'd take whatever as long as it was far away.

The door crashes open and it's Zoreaux, back from raiding the hotel bar 'cause Ted wouldn't let him out no matter how much he insisted it weren't a proper snowstorm and the bartender let him buy by the bottle now half the guests who were supposed to come up had cancelled. Pass it around like they had at the curse fire and Jamie still feels stupid for that, a little, spilling his guts everywhere only to be sent back, but part of him wants to try again, just to test.

He hasn't drunk much since he got back, not much appeal in it after dad's drunken rages and the constant refills of neon-coloured cocktails on Lust Conquers All, but he drinks now, both hands wrapped around the bottle of vodka — not vanilla, the regular kind — when it comes his turn, warmer and warmer from the heat of their palms with each round. Sam's slung half over his shoulders and every few seconds he giggles at nothing and Dani says, "what is it, amigo?" and Sam says, "I don't know!" and it just makes him laugh harder. Jamie shoves playfully at his chest — "Right in my ear, mate? Really?" — and they both overbalance so the window stretches above them, one of those long thin floor-to-ceiling things. Looks up at the snow spiralling through the flat white of the sky and like this he can almost feel the cold bite of it on his face, the melting weight of it on his clothes as the water trickles down over his skin.

"I got lost in a snowstorm, once," he says, dreamily. Someone else is talking but they go silent at his voice and that's got to be on the list of prick shit he's not supposed to do, probably, to keep Ted from booting him off the team again, but he can't shove the words back inside now.

"Oh yeah?" Ted asks. "I didn't know y'all got those over here. Sounds like one heck of an experience, Jamie."

He shrugs against the carpet. "Not really. I was s'posed to drive for my da, right, 'cause his usual guy was being a fucking little bitch about it and didn't want to drive in the snow—" that's how dad had put it on the phone when Jamie got called into the principal's office, said his da was on the phone with a family emergency— "and I'd never even been to the fucking neighbourhood, right, so by the time I went and got the car off his mate and his mate gave me this whole fucking stupid lecture about not crashing or getting caught and shit and found the place it was a proper white-out, and my dad had been hanging around so long with this like, massive fucking TV that someone'd called the cops so I just fucking drove off, right? 'Cept I'd never driven in snow before so we got stuck in a ditch and me da sent me out to..." he blinked, bleary with drink. "Dunno. To find someone to tow us or some shit. But I didn't know where the fuck I was and I couldn't see shit so I just walked around 'til I found the road again, and by then dad had got himself unstuck and left, and the buses weren't running so I had to walk home." It's not really a bad story but his heart's pounding all the same and the room's gone quiet. He scratches harder at the carpet; tries to laugh but it comes out strangled and faint. "Good exercise at least, yeah?"

No one says anything, still. The carpet comes up in tufts; he piles them together like he used to do as a kid picking at grass during a fire drill. It's his turn with the vodka again, handed over by a solemn-faced Dani, and he takes a long pull. The alcohol calms the frantic buzz beneath his skin, leaves him tired and heavy and warm, the silence comforting instead of worrying.

After a while, Ted clears his throat. There's a funny tilt to his smile. "Hey, I love me a silver lining. Thanks for sharing that, Jamie," he says, strained. Maybe the cold's got him sick, or maybe it's just the way the floor's spinning that's making him look funny. Jamie flops onto his back.

"Uh-huh. Sure thing, coach."

"It is very stupid to volunteer your criminal history like that," Jan Maas says.

"'S not a crime to drive the getaway car," Jamie says.

"Pretty sure it is, bruv," Isaac says.

"Huh."

"Don't worry, Jamie Tartt! We will not tell anyone!" Dani says, very loudly or else very close to his ear. There's a general murmur of agreement.

"Thanks, amigo. I won't tell anyone 'bout your crimes, neither," Jamie says. "Not that I'm saying you've done crimes and that. But if you have. Unless it's like, murder, maybe. But if you murdered someone they probably deserve it so also not then." He holds up his fist; Dani bumps it on the second try.

"You cannot break a pact made during a snowstorm," Sam says wisely.

"I still can't believe you guys think this is a real snowstorm," Zoreaux says, and Jamie drifts off to a vivid description of the horrors of Montreal in winter.

He blinks awake to find the lads shuffling back to their rooms and Roy crouched over him with his giant fucking caterpillar eyebrows scrunched. The position can't be any good on his knee but Jamie's trying not to get in fights with the coaches so much this season so he doesn't say anything. Roy doesn't, either. He blows out a sigh like one of those panthers Jamie'd seen at the zoo with mummy way back when he was a kid, mouth working like he's trying to force himself to speak.

"Your dad's a piece of shit," he says. "You don't have to find a silver lining." And then he hauls Jamie to his feet and fucking dusts off the carpet lint with the sleeve of his jacket like Jamie's his seven-year-old niece. "You played fine today. Next time you can be fucking great, but first you need to get the fuck out of your head and be more aggressive."

Jamie breaks into a grin. "Aye aye, coach."

#behold the fruits of my poor time management skills #“it's not a crime to drive the getaway car” comes from my mom's cousin who got arrested for... driving the getaway car #jamie tartt #sam obisanya #dani rojas #ted lasso fanfic #kvetch oc

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miixz · 1 year

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Been re-reading SVSSS to write fanfic and I've noticed something....

I think SQQ has a type?? Which is obviously LBH, but like, I think he specifically likes strong, but lovable guys.

Had the thought when I was reading LQG's introduction to the story and SQQ is just bgrvfcesxd

Male readers always fervently admired strong characters. Even though Liu Qingge never officially debuted on page, he hadn’t lacked for fans, and Shen Yuan had been especially fascinated with him. In his headcanon, Liu Qingge had been a sharp and manly man, powerful and magnificent. A war god, right?! Shen Qingqiu looked down at that face, as beautiful as a fine woman’s, and his dreams shattered and died. The fantasies he’d always held, destroyed. How could the invincible Bai Zhan Peak Lord look like his spiritual antithesis? This was clearly the face of a charming young master who arranged flowers and plucked farewell willow branches! With this appearance, you’ve totally betrayed the headcanons of your martial prowess fanatics!

He sees LQG and he's like: what a pretty boy (filled with disappointment).

And throughout the story he does say he admired Bing-ge for all his power and being a badass and whatnot, but he's also all "I wish my Binghe would stay this sweet and adorable and innocent forever."

So he's very happy that Binghe does stay like that in the end. He might poke fun of him for being a little crybaby, but he very much wanted this.

Instead of letting Luo Binghe become that pitch-black basket case of a young man who made destroying the world his personal mission, it’d be better if he could stay this delicate little white lotus forever. Shen Qingqiu absolutely wouldn’t have minded keeping this iteration of Luo Binghe by his side and taking care of him for a lifetime.

I see you and your lies SQQ. 👀

Anyhow, LBH is the strongest and cutest guy around, so obviously he's the only man for SQQ.

But if he must ever find anyone else hot, or have had some other crush hidden in his closet, I'd guess they'd also be like that.

Y'all can thank @ladypfenix for encouraging me to share this very important character analysis.

#svsss #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #luo binghe #have my conspiracy theory about this man's tastes #Just imagine SQQ thinking about his list of options there and going:#LBG? Too pretty and not enough cute baby #YQY? Strong dude but too competent SQQ can't baby him #SQH? Fits none of those #Idk in which scenario this would happen but I sure think he'd have fun judgements

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nosleepgummitato · 8 months

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Waitwaitwait I just got an ABSOLUTELY FRICK DIDDLY DARN AMAZEBALLS idea!

Sooooo, I've been dealing with a great lack of motivation lately, especially to do art. Buuuuuuutttttttt, I was wondering if y'all'd be willing to play a little game with meh 0_0

Soooooo, the game basically consists of these rules.

You have to request me to draw a character, but I can only draw them based off of. . .

Their full name

Their age

Their gender identification

What they're from (a video game, a movie, a show, an oc, etc.)

And what their species is (human, mermaid, gremlin, you get what I mean)

And based off of these, I have to try and draw it as I perceive it, and try to get it as close to how the actual character looks without actually seeing the actual character or what the exact content they come from is.

When I'm done, then I compare it to the actual character, and see how similar they are to eachother. If they look quite similar or almost exactly the same, I win the round. If it looks quite different, or nothing like the character, then you win the round.

The objective for me is to get it as close as possible.

The objective for you is for me not to.

And it would make it even more challenging if it's from something I've shown no sign of knowing much of at all, which honestly, would make it more fun. :)

And I promise, I won't cheat and look at references. There'd be no point in that then anyhow, now would there?

Well, I hope y'all would like to participate in it, and as always, I may not always get to it right away, but I always will eventually.

You may send in an ask or dm me to play :>

Oh, and no nsfw and stuff like that as well, please and thank you :)

#stuff #game #hehe #i dunno how this'll turn out but i think it'll be fun #:)#art challenge #im just a fun little goober doin fun little stuff on this platform <:)

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caramelmillktea · 2 years

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𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

Pairing(s) : tattoo!artist!Vi x florist!fem!reader

proofread : Yes/no/semi

wordcount fic : 1.608 words

warnings : swearing

author's note : I have a feeling the vi x reader hashtag is dying slowely?? So I'm here to spice it up a bit. Anyhow I wanted say thank you for reading my story!! It brings a smile on my face to see y'all enjoying this story. This story has been so fun and comforting to write :)

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It was a Saturday afternoon. The sun rays shone through the windows creating a magical atmosphere. It was quiet in your flower shop, the only thing you could hear was the soft chimes of your wind chime. You could hear your cat meowing as she approached you. "Hey there whiskers" you squat down to her level and scratch her behind her ear. She meowed in response.

You heard the doorbell chime signaling someone has entered. Your cat ran quickly into the room at the back. You stood up to see who your next customer was. A young slim pale woman entered the shop, she had dark blue hair and blue eyes.

"Hi there Caitlyn!" You smiled and gave her a small wave. Caitlyn waved back to you as she made her way over to the counter. "What brings you in today?"

"I need your advice on something" You caught you by surprise. Has she really driven here just for your advice? She had your phone number so she could've texted you.

"Sure thing, what's up Cait?" God, you hated seeing Caitlyn so worried.

"I recall you saying that certain flowers have certain meanings"

"Yeah, why?" You saw that something was bothering her but you didn't know what it was. "Caitlyn, hey…. Are you ok?"

"...My father fell ill a few days ago" Caitlyn's voice seemed small.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, how is he holding up?"

"The doctor's said that it was just a fever but I can't help but worry." Caitlyn's gaze lowered to the counter.

"Don't worry about it." You put a hand on her shoulder. "Things will turn out to be fine. He'll be better before you know it. There is nothing to worry about."

Caitlyn was quiet before speaking up. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm just overthinking it." Caitlyn put a hand on yours. "Thanks Y/n."

"Anytime" you gave her a small smile. "So, what did you need my advice on-"

You were cut off by the front door slamming open, the little doorbell above flying off its place. You jumped and made a little noise of surprise. You and Caitlyn.

"Y/NNNNNN!" Jinx whined, standing in the doorway, an empty plastic box was in her fingerless gloved hand. "You promised you'd give me a batch of cookies around 1 pm but it's currently 1:01 pm.

"Hello to you too Jinx." you regained your posture again.

Jinx walked towards you but stopped in her tracks when she made eye contact with Caitlyn.

"Caitlyn." Jinx gave her a frosty look which Caitlyn returned.

"Powder "

You could feel the temperature getting cooler in the room. They knew each other? Guess it's a small world afterall. You looked between the females before speaking up.

"I'm sorry Jinx, but a friend of mine is visiting me and I lost track of time. I have the cookies ready upstairs but first I'm going to help my customer." You explained "you can wait and take a seat on the stool right over there if you want to sit." You gestured to the black stool where Vi would sit most of the time.

"Alright, I'll just wait right over there" she points her finger towards the stool. "Goodluck helping out your 'friend'" Jinx grins and sits down on the stool. Her legs stretched out in front of her.

"Now where were we?" You turned your attention back to Caitlyn.

"I recall you saying that certain flowers have certain meanings correct?"

"That's correct indeed."

"Is there a flower that means good health or something?"

"There indeed is. Should I make a get-well-soon bouquet?"

"That would be wonderful." You nodded and started working on a bouquet, grabbing the flowers you needed.

When you were done with the bouquet, you handed it to Caitlyn. "It's on the house Cait"

"I couldn't…" Cait humbling refused.

"Please, I insist. When I went to piltover for the first time your dad welcomed me with open arms, this is the least I could do." Cait nodded and thanked you.

"Send him my regards."

"I will." Cait gave you a grateful smile. She turned around to leave but froze as made eye contact with the tall, athletic form in front of her.

“Hey Vi! Here to sketch again?" You smiled but Vi didn't respond. Her attention was focused on Caitlyn.

"Vi?" "

“Caitlyn?”

“Y/n” The blue haired girl on the stool said. Vi and Catlyn looked at Jinx.

“ What? I thought we were saying each other's names. You two already said each other's name so I said Y/n.” Jinx petted Whiskers while looking at the three of you. Caitlyn gave Jinx a glare. Jinx ignored her glare and turned her attention back to Whiskers.

You looked at Caitlyn and Vi.6 You didn’t know they knew each other. Guess it's a small world afterall. Though you couldn’t quite figure out what their relationship was between the two of them.

“... I should get going,” Cailyn said after a while. “It was nice seeing you again…”

“... Likewise.” Vi mumbled and nodded. “Thank you again for the flowers.”

“Like I said, it was my pleasure.”

Caitlyn nodded before making her way towards the front door. Vi’s pale gray eyes met Caitlyn’s blue ones when she walked past her. Vi followed Caitlyn’s form with her eyes when she left the shop.

“Welp… That was awkward ” Jinx called out, breaking the silence. Vi glared at her little sister.

“What? It’s the truth!” Jinx threw her hands up in defense.

“I didn’t know you knew Caitlyn Vi. Was she a friend of yours?”

“Oh yeah, they were ‘very good’ friends” Jinx giggled.

Vi looked at Jinx. “Yeah, you could say that...”

“Cailtyn was Vi’s girlfriend.” Jinx said as the cat escaped from her grasp, she pouted.

“Powder!”

“What? What are you gonna do? Tell Vander I was being annoying?” Jinx said, daring.

“I don’t need to tell Vander when I can do it myself.” Vi said confidently.

“Oohhh so scary.” Jinx said sarcastically. “You’re gonna give me another lecture? Oh I’m so scared.”

“No arcade for a week!”

“I don’t go there anymore.” Jinx retorts.

“Fine! no more.. tv.”

“I can always draw or watch tv at someone else's place….” Jinx trailed off.

“No more going to Ekko again for a week.”

“What!? No!”

“If you keep this up I need to take precautions.”

“That’s cruel, even for you.”

“Don’t test me” Vi walked over to Jinx. “Also what are you doing here? Don’t you have homework to do or something at home?”

“Already did.” Jinx responded. “And to answer your first question, Toots here promised me a fresh batch of cookies.” Jinx turned to you. “Right Y/n?”

“Yup.” You shifted your focus to Jinx “Wait here Jinx, I’ll get the cookies from upstairs.” You said before disappearing into the backroom.

“Man, you should really get you a girlfriend like that Vi.” Jinx bowed forward, her elbows propped up on her thighs and her hand resting in her hands. “Imagine all the delicious pastries you can get for free.”

“Is that the only thing you like about her? Her baking?” Vi chuckled.

“No, but it's one of her many good qualities. I’d say go for her.”

“She’s taken and you know it.” Vi said.

“So? It’s time she’d get a partner who isn’t an asshole.”

“Language!”

“What?! I’m old enough to say words like that.” Jinx protested.

“Aren’t you like fourteen years old or something?” Vi teased.

“I’m seventeen, excuse you!”

You walked in with a plastic container filled with cookies. “ What were the two of you talking about? I could hear the banter from the second floor.” You chuckled.

“Nothing important, we were just talking.”

“Yeahhh” Jinx joined in. “We were just talking.”

You looked at the two sisters but shrugged. “Here Jinx.” You handed the plastic container. “The cookies.”

Jinx’s face lit up and hugged the container close to her. “Thank you so much!!” Jinx went up to you and gave you a quick hug. Jinx stuck out her tongue towards Vi and blew a raspberry before leaving the shop. Vi rolled her eyes at her little sister's antics. You giggled at the two sisters' interaction.

“Your sister really needs to slow down with those pastries.” You laughed.

“I mean, she isn’t the only one who eats them. Hell, even my dad eats them too.” Vi chuckled.

“I just realized you never talked about your dad.” You said before covering your mouth. Maybe she had a reason why she never talks about her parents. “You don’t have to tell me of course but I just realized it."

"Nah, I don't mind." Vi smiled and sat down on the black stool with a loud thund. "There isn't really anything interesting to tell. Vander runs a bar called the last drop. Even though he isn't my biological dad, he is the closest thing I've had to a father figure." Vi smiled a little at the thought.

"So what about you?" Vi looked up at you. "Why don't you talk much about your parents?"

You sucked in a breath. "Oh no reason, there isn't anything to tell really" your voice cracked a bit as you smiled. Your fingers playing with the scissors causing it to open and close.

"My parents are traveling a lot, they wanted to 'live their old days' to the fullest" You laughed weakly.

"Do you still talk to them?" You stopped playing with the scissors. "Yup! They sometimes call me every now and then, I believe they're currently in the Bahamas." You smiled.

Vi looked at you before saying. "That's nice." With a smile.

#vi x reader #vi x fem reader #violet arcane #arcane x reader #arcane modern au #arcane vi imagines #arcane vi x female reader #arcane vi x reader #arcane league of legends #arcane league of lesbians #tattoo artist vi #vi x y/n #vi x female reader #tattoo parlor au #arcane imagines #vi x reader modern au

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the-one-who-lambs · 6 months

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Have you found bamsara's writings or been in contact with them? It feels so new to see a writer for this fandom receive so much support and you have always been the queen of cult of the lamb on AO3 even from the game coming out! I'd love to see a collaboration!

I've read the first two chapters of their fic! It was a fun read! I might go back to it, there are a few fics I need to read and I have so little time these days urgh. I haven't talked with them but I'm good friends with quite a few other writers in this fandom!

"Queen of cult of the lamb" SDFKLSGJDFKGJSDFKGJJG thank you but I feel more like queen of brainrot because

Wait hold on let me show y'all how autistic I am and check something

Right now, there are 777 works in the cotl fandom, and 50 of them are mine (one being a fucking novel-length fic which I'm still not sure how I managed)... that comes out to 6.4% of the content there. Oops.

Anyhow, I actually have a collab ongoing still-- may I suggest checking out Of Duty and Devotion in the meantime? Aym and Baal get revived after Narinder and Lamb have already been married for a while and they absolutely cannot comprehend that Lamb's tamed their former master into a husband.

#hannah's rambles

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hell-heron · 11 months

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These are very interesting results, I don't know exactly what I expected. The plain no/plain yes options were tied/racing the whole week so I'm not surprised the difference is only 3 votes, though I'm pleased yes won. I remember that when I frequented the Italian fandom in my teens it was generally assumed she always was, but I guess that was a more 'basic' in term of family dynamic/non-critical environment?

The third is very interesting. I actually wasn't at all planning to put it in, I did on a whim bc the last couple fics on the subject i read did specifically point her out as the favorite child of the two surviving. If you judge bases on fics actually the "yes she was" option is wildly less popular than what it looks like here, probably because if you're going out your way to write an smol post-rebellion Asha fic its more dynamic to have a drastic change in family position, just narratively. I kinda regret putting the third one here anyhow bc 1) now I'm really curious what the showdown between just yes and no would have been like 2) I assume most people voting it are not having specific headcanons about the first-to-fourth-place ranking of the children and just enjoy the idea of unfavorite Theon since childhood, which Is a 100% supported reading but unfun to me for reasons that are 100% idiosincratic taste and baggage. Judging y'all (affectionate)

Anyhow this was very fun thanks everyone for enabling me on this hyperfixation detail, so curious what everyone voted!

#op

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starkidsdraco · 2 years

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Headless Spirit Week: Final Predictions

Okay, but if I called the Woman in White being a family curse with Kat Van Tassel involved after ep 4, I am going to lose my goddamn mind.

"Alternatively, Kat's own mother or ancestor could be the Woman in White, who may have been Anneke who, perhaps, married into the Van Tassel family. Maybe there is a curse on that side of the family that makes their souls unable to move on or gives them supernatural gifts."

My full Kat Van Tassel is the Woman in White theory post from September here: https://www.tumblr.com/starkidsdraco/696219555277733888/what-if-kat-van-tassel-is-the-woman-in-white?source=share

It's all about the white outfits y'all, it's all about the white outfits.

But anyhow, I am starting to believe even more that Kat and Matilda share the same mother. Original post theorising this and other things here: https://at.tumblr.com/starkidsdraco/random-headless-theories/8if64fhvmb8s They're both definitely hiding something and Matilda's defensive reaction to Ichabod asking if the woman in the photo (Kat's mother) was her mother is super suss. I'm wondering if the reason Kat wrote "see you on the other side" to Matilda in the yearbook was that Kat knew the Woman in White curse would mean she would have to die soon and take on the mantle or if she was referring to Matilda also having to pass on and join her in the afterlife in the future. I'm guessing there can't be two Women in White at once, so Kat will have to give the 'Woman in White' mantle to (I'm guessing) her younger sister, Matilda when she's ready or is otherwise forced to. Or Matilda just didn't inherit the curse but because of the family curse, they all have cold skin (as the Woman in White died in a blizzard). Or she has already died as well.

And lastly, my alternative theory is that instead of (possibly) Kat being Anneke Storms, Baltus Van Tassel is actually a shapeshifted Anneke Storm. My original theory here: https://at.tumblr.com/starkidsdraco/okay-but-if-ichabod-really-is-the-descendant-of/p1rqt006pdjm I'm now wondering if Anneke killed the real Baltus (descendent of Cotton Van Tassel), stole his face and identity and had her own descendent, Kat, pose as his daughter. 'Baltus' clearly hates Cotton for no apparent reason. But Cotton's the only person they could find in Sleepy Hollow records who was known to have lost their head. I'm not ruling out Headless being Henrietta but I also think it's possible it's Cotton. If that's the case, I reckon 'Baltus' lied and only Cotton's head is in that urn, (either whole or in ashes) rather than their whole body. I don't know what Anneke had against Cotton but maybe they were a witch hunter or something. Maybe she had a last-minute change of heart (because they were in love, your honour) and killed Cotton instead of Henrietta. Or maybe she killed them both and it's Henrietta's skeleton that they found while on their heist.

Or, who knows, maybe we've been misled and Henrietta is/was the evil one and Anneke was good all along, scared that Henrietta was getting out of control. I guess that means Anneke could be Headless. I guess my theorised lineages might have to be shuffled around if that's the case. Idk there are so many ways this could go and I find that incredibly exciting!

Anyway, this has been super fun to theorise over. I haven't had a show to make my head explode with theories for a long time. So, thank you Shipwrecked! My mum and I spent 2 hours theorising about this show on one of our weekly walks. I'm gonna miss it and if you haven't already please check it out on Shipwrecked. youtube.

#headless #shipwrecked headless #headless a sleepy hollow story #headless spirit week #shipwrecked comedy #headless: a sleepy hollow story #shipwrecked #kat van tassel #matilda bishop #anneke storms #cotton van tassel #baltus van tassel #henrietta hudson #headless theory #headless final predictions

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rainbowdelicsunshine · 10 months

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Hamtaro and Bijou?

I gotta be real honest with y'all here, I only see Hamtaro and Bijou only ever being best friends and nothing more, especially since I headcanon Hamtaro to be AroAce anyhow, but I can see why everyone else does!

Thank you very much for sending in another one my dear friend, they've been a lotta fun! Have an awesome and wonderful day!!

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nemowrites · 3 years

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When I say musical, you say shenanigans! - Body Count Edition!

TWICE A WEEK OH MY, two musical shenanigans post in the same week, is the world ending? it might as well be, anyhow I was feeling inspired, so I got a can of Red Bull and started recording :3

If y'all wanna check out previous musical shenanigans posts, then here you go :3

Fun fact: during recording this, I was peacefully drinking my Red Bull when an ant decided to crawl on the table and most people would say "What's the problem in that?" but the thing is, yours truly is scared of ants, scared as in I froze and prepared myself for the ant to kill me thank you very much, so that was not fun by all means :), okay Storytime over, back to business y'all 😌

Oh and a note y'all, me not doing all the ROs doesn't have to do with the current voting, it's because Tumblr has a ✨daily audio limit✨ for some unknown reason :) , so I can only post 5 or 6 audio recordings per day, so I decided to settle for three ROs sooo yeah hope y'all enjoy listening to this and yeah here you go :3

Nyra:

For Nyra's recording, the guitar is in C standard tuning, and I tried to tune my guitar as low as I can, because of Nyra's strong and intimidating personality, and going lower than C standard caused my guitar's strings to go ✨BUZZ BUZZ IMMA BUZZ✨ so yeah, I really wanna make a music sheet for this one because it's probably one of my favorite melodies I've played so far, but I know that just like last time, I will probably forget sooooo, you can tell imma mess :) , anyhow here you go:

Adegoke:

Still in C standard, for Adegoke's warm personality I played a melody that I really enjoy playing but I've never played it in this tuning, and I like how it turned out, for me it feels like Blackbird by The Beatles meets Fast Car by Tracy Chapman if that makes sense, so yeah here it is:

Florrie:

Last but not least, the walking talking sunshine that is Florrie, for Florrie I have a capo on third fret and I'm playing what people generally call ✨Wonderwall Chords✨ which are (G - Cadd9 - D) and I didn't think much about the pattern, I'm more of a chord strumming than fingerstyle playing kinda person so strumming patterns just come naturally to me while playing so yeah:

So that concludes this week's second (I'm still so excited by the the fact that it's the second musical post this week, I've never been this inspired to write so many melodies before!) musical shenanigans post, @bodycountgame as per usual, hope you like this and hope I didn't butcher the characters!

or hope they don't butcher my mc or other cast members 😌 (/j)

and hope y'all enjoyed listening to this, and yeah, that's that :3

#interactive fiction #interactive novel #if #other ifs #musical shenanigans #music #guitar #music theory? we STILL don't do that here :)#body count #body count if

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jovialluminaryalpaca · 3 years

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True Beauty | Little by Little | Han Seojun x Kang Soojin fanfic series | part 2

Part 1 , Part 3

Hey, hey, I hope y'all are doing good, this will probably be a 3 part series and I hope I'll wrap it up by the next part. Anyhow, I hope y'all will like this part, don't forget to leave a like and reblog and feel free to share your views via ask or text, thank you 💛

No major warnings, very slight cursing (not edited)

Soojin sighed as she looked at her phone and waited for Seojun to come out of the studio. She was seated on one of the tables in the cafeteria at Move Entertainment. She tapped her feet impatiently as she sat there, it had been 2 days since Seojun witnessed her breakdown and decided to give her space to recover like he said. She felt embarrassed, not because she ruined one of his favourite jackets with her tears but because media had caught him holding her hand on a busy sidewalk that night. There were numerous stories and rumours around them and she was bombarded with calls from Jugyeong and Soo ah. She decided to ignore those calls because she knew they will only ask her questions she didn't wanna answer especially when she was recovering from her father's visit and her realisation of having feelings for Seojun.

If it was in her hands, she would've continued to avoid Seojun, but she had to come to the office to clear the rumours and make a statement that Seojun was just her friend and he was helping her out. It hurt her to say something like that but she couldn't really do anything about it, it was for Seojun's good and she knew that one sided love was all that was written in her fate.

In the past two days, she couldn't help but wonder when was it that it happened? When was the moment she started getting attached to Seojun and was dumb enough to not realise it? Was it when he made fun of her need to set everything in an order or was it when they bickered over almost any topic they could find? Was it when he called her everytime he was free and they would go to her favourite restaurant go grab a meal or was it when he stayed up late and planned a birthday surprise for a kid by performing a little concert at the orphanage the kid stayed in and the one her company helped? Was it when he casually called her pretty and bossy at the same time or was it when he apologized to her for calling her a piece of trash?

She remembered the time he did.

It was one of those nights, he walked her home after they hung out. They were both laughing at how a random old woman on the road mistook Seojun to be her grandson and dragged both of them along with her to come with her and have some dinner or tea at her place. Neither of them had the heart to refuse the old woman and it clearly looked like she missed her young grandson, so they decided to join her and much to their dismay, her real son approached them and apologised for the inconvenience she caused, she apologised and both of them told her it was not much of a big deal.

"Ya. Do you think we would've got free dinner if her son didn't come?" He asked her.

"Really? You are thinking about dinner? Oh My God." She exclaimed as he burst into laughter.

"No, no, no, I mean, food is everything you know." He said as she chuckled.

"You are such a goofball, I swear." She responded as he smiled at her. They both kept walking till they reached her apartment, they always took the route which less crowded and where he could freely roam without the mask.

"Next time, don't remove your mask in public, otherwise some other grandma will make you her grandson." She said as she nudged him.

He rolled his eyes but eventually laughed it off and shook his head as they finally reached her apartment.

"Don't worry, I won't." He replied as she nodded.

"Get home safe and try to stay as far as possible from groups of girls." She said as he smiled.

"Why? Are you jealous?" He asked as she laughed at his stupid question.

"No, because I want you to stay alive and not choke yourself to death when you get smothered by thousands of girls." She said as a matter of fact and he simply shook his head and she shrugged it off.

"Ya, Kang Soojin." He said as she looked at him.

"I'm sorry." He said out of nowhere and she looked at him blankly.

Why was he apologising to her?

"For what?" She asked as she studied his expression.

"I'm sorry for being a jerk to you back in school and for calling all those awful things." He said as she opened her mouth to say something but closed it back again.

"I know it's out of nowhere, but I just felt like I should apologise, so I did." He continued as she looked at him wordlessly.

Something about his apology was sincere even when she knew what she did was worth way worse than the words he chose to call her back then. Honestly, she deserved those words to be slapped on her and there was no justification for what she did except for it being a mean of escape which she found in Suho back then but she didn't anymore when she realized that what she did led to loosing one thing she cherished so dearly, her friendship with everyone including Suho.

"Why are you apologising? I deserved it." She said and scoffed at herself.

"Maybe, that version of you did, but I wanted to apologise to this version of you and not let her hold on to what I said back then." He explained as she looked at him with a smile.

"You don't have anything to apologise for, it's all in the past, it's like a closed back, I've moved past it, those words don't bother me that much anymore but it's the guilt that bothers me, it's always there whenever I'm around Jugyeong." She replied as he looked at her with a slight frown.

"Suho wasn't worth all that, honestly." He added as she chuckled.

"Yeah." She said as he looked at her and she looked back at him. There was just silence as they looked at each other.

"Don't you have rehearsals tomorrow for your concert?" She cleared her throat and asked him, his eyes widened as he remembered the rehearsal timings for the next day.

"Oh, no, I do. Oh, no, no. Heegyeong is gonna kill me if I don't reach the studio on time. I'll see you this weekend?" He asked as he checked his pocket for the bus pass.

"Yeah, you will, if I don't any event or work that is." She said as he smiled.

"Good, then, I'll see you later. Good night." He said and turned around to leave.

"Ya, Han Seojun!" She called out.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Why don't get a car for yourself?" She asked as his eyes widened to realise that he was rich now and he scratched the back of his neck and looked down.

"It will save you the hustle." She continued as he nodded.

"I'll look into it." He responded and turned his back to walk ahead.

"Good Night!" She called out as he waved his hand one last time and so did she as he walked away. She stood there as she smiled to her self wondering when will Seojun finally learn to organize himself and then walked towards the elevator.

"Soojin?" Heegyeong's voice pulled her out of the trance as she looked at her and smiled.

"Yeah. Should I come now?" She asked as Heegyeong sat beside her.

"No, don't worry, it's handled. You don't have to make a statement, we cleared it out and warned Seojun to not be so careless." She replied and looked at Soojin.

"It's not his fault. I was the one who was in a hurry. I'm sorry for this mess." She said as Heegyeong looked at her with a small smile.

"You don't have to apologise Soojin, I understand, everyone has good and bad days and it's completely okay to have them." She said as Soojin nodded.

On the other side, Han Seojun ruffled his hair as he walked out of one of the studios and looked around to find Soojin. He was glad that she was doing alright and then he felt a sudden flutter in his chest as he looked at her smile at Heegyeong. He gulped not knowing why he felt that. He stopped as he admired her from the distance and a goofy smile appeared on his face.

Honestly, he would be lying if he didn't admit that Soojin effected him, her happiness and just her presence made him happy in ways he couldn't define, at first he felt like she was more of a replacement for Jugyeong and maybe her presence acted like some kind of a rebound for him but now he was sure that she was different and unique and maybe that's why he liked her presence around him. He weirdly felt comfort in the way she scolded him when she looked at the mess he made most of the time and the times she explained what certain words and references meant in fan letters. There was another tug on his heart's strings when she smiled and turned around to look at him. He smiled as he felt a gush of flutters in his stomach and she waved at him. He wasn't a fool to not realise what these feelings were but he was reluctant to accept that he started to feel them around someone who wasn't Jugyeong.

Did he finally move on from Jugyeong?

His heart whispered a yes as he walked towards Soojin, stood in front of her and ruffled her hair and she scowled at his action and that scowl on her face as she set her hair right and the rapid beating of his heart was enough for him to know that yes, he was finally over Jugyeong and that, yes, he definitely developed feelings for his school's ex top mark securing girl.

"We have something to tell y'all." Jugyeong said as she tapped the table and everyone looked at her.

It was weekend after the whole mess that happened with Seojun and the media, He apologised to Soojin for not being careful and she gave him a lecture on how he should be more careful with all of this and how risky it was to expose his face especially when they are teenagers around and how no one knows what their intentions can be, some might be innocent but what if someone was looking for some revenge or was an obsessed psychopath. He couldn't help but laugh at her theories only to get a silencing glare from her. They made up irrespective of the fact that neither of them were aware about the feelings they developed for the other.

They were now seated at the same table they sat months ago in the same position but it was dinner now, Jugyeong called all of them to gather here and they did because no one wanted to hear Jugyeong get mad at them for skipping the dinner.

"Don't tell me you are pregnant." Tae hoon blurted out as Soo ah burst into laughter.

Suho just shook his head at them and observed everyone.

Jugyeong glared at Soo ah but shrugged it off eventually as Soo ah let out a nervous chuckle. Jugyeong smiled at everyone who looked at her and then put her left hand up showing the sparkling diamond ring on her ring finger.

"Suho proposed and I said yes." She exclaimed happily as Suho smiled at her and wrapped his arm around to pull her close while the girls gushed at the news. Soo ah squealed at the news with happiness and Soojin smiled at her best friend. Suho observed Seojun's reaction but much to his surprise, he didn't feel his heart clench, like all the times before and he gave them a genuine smile and clapped along with the others congratulating the pair. Suho thanked them with a smile as Soojin looked at Seojun smile and felt happy that he finally moved on from Jugyeong.

After a while, Cho rong and Tae hoon decided to go explore something which opened down the street while Suho and Seojun walked out of the restaurant to let the girls to gush over details and spend their time alone without their partners or friends.

"You like Soojin?" Suho asked Seojun as they looked at the street view. Seojun choked on his drink as Suho shook his head at him.

"What? No." He said and shrugged.

"After all these years, you must know better than lying to my face." Suho said as he observed his friend's reaction. Seojun was silent as he contemplated the idea of telling Suho and eventually gave in.

"I...I do." Seojun said after a while as he cleared his throat.

"Then, why didn't you tell her?" He asked him.

"Do you think I'm ready for another heartbreak?" He asked as Suho looked at him.

"How will you know without confessing?" Suho asked instead.

"I guess, I just know how is it when the person I like looks at me as a friend." He said and shrugged.

"Maybe she doesn't." Suho said as he turned around to look at the girls from the window.

And much to his surprise, he found Soojin throw a glance towards Seojun and it confirmed his suspicions.

"Let it be. Will you?" Seojun asked with a mixture of scowl and frown on his face.

"As you wish." Suho said as he looked at him.

"Honestly, I still can't believe that you found a girl and fell in love." Seojun said as Suho raised an eyebrow at him.

"What? Have you looked at yourself? With those death glares and eyebrow raises you give, it's hard to believe that someone fell in love with you." Seojun explained as Suho smiled at his best friend.

"You are really a dumbass." Suho said as Seojun widened his eyes.

"Who are you calling dumbass, dumbass?" He asked as Suho shrugged and decided to walk ahead.

"I asked Jugyeong to call us when they are done talking, wanna join me for a walk?" Suho asked Seojun. Seojun stopped for a while and looked at Soojin smile and talk to her friends and he couldn't help but smile at the sight, he sighed and looked at Suho who stood there waiting for his response. He could definitely use a bit of fresh air to clear his head.

"Alright. Let's go." He said and covered his face with a mask and joined Suho.

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georgemackayhey · 4 years

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Lean On Me

"Can you do something with both George and Dean maybe like seeing the reader cry and comforting her?" "Hiii, could you write a George x reader where they’ve been dating for a while and he’s jealous of her. Love your writing"

Right, so I've gone on and combined these requests because I failed to think up two separate ideas. So here's this monster! Thanks for askin' y'all! Enjoy ♡

w/c: 5k

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"We're officially not unofficial!" You announced, clinking your second glass of wine against Dean's tumbler full of whiskey.

You'd been cast as costars in an indie rom-com, and were staying in the middle of nowhere Ireland for a month, to begin filming. Tonight you'd been shown to your separate motel rooms but wound up sharing a drink in yours, catching up and enjoying each others company before tomorrow's first big shoot. And since you'd been seeing George, it didn't take Dean long to ask how his friend was doing.

"What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?" Dean let out a bright chuckle before taking a swig of his preferred alcohol.

"Well as you know, George is off filming in the US and I'm stuck here, filming with you." You pulled a face but broke out into laughter before your playful disgust could be read. You adored Dean, and there weren't many people you'd rather be stuck in a dingy motel with.

"Before he left two days ago, we agreed not to see anyone else while we're both so busy. And to keep seeing each other when he's back." You rambled. Dean shifted on his side of the love seat as you shared a drink and conversation.

"Really?" Dean's eyes winded as his smile grew, causing a blush to appear on your cheeks.

"Yeah," You grinned. "I know he wanted to take things slow before diving into a serious relationship, but it sounds like he's ready to pick up the pace." You informed although you figured Dean already knew. They were already the best of friends when you'd come into the picture.

"I'm going to tell you something." Dean leaned in a little closer as if someone might have been listening in. You brought your glass of wine to your lips to prepare for what he might say.

"George has some pretty serious feelings for you. But he's been burned before. There have been one too many girls who wanted him for all the wrong reasons." Dean went on like an older brother, though he was quite the opposite, "The fact that he's mentioned getting more serious with you is a big deal. I hope you're ready for that because I think you're perfect together. But if you're not-"

"I am, Dean. The last thing I want is to hurt George and I swear to you I won't let that happen." You traced an X over your heart and gave your friend a stern nod, the best promise you had to show.

Your friend snorted a laugh but returned your serious nod as you both silently agreed to have George's best interest at heart.

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"Action!" Your director shouted through a laugh as you sucked in a deep breath. You were placed at the end of a foothill where the damp grass caused you to slip every time you tried a new take.

Luckily the director got a kick out of your silly little mishap and you'd stopped laughing enough yourself to try the take again for the fourth time.

Dean was standing amongst the rubble of a halfway demolished castle, waiting for you to run into his arms. Your first day of shooting was focused on the climax of the film, and it wasn't hard for either of you to fake years of chemistry for the camera as you'd been friends behind the scenes for months now.

That's why when you finally nailed running into his open arms, prepared to be swept off your feet, you kept on laughing when his foot slipped, sending you both to the dirt.

"You weren't supposed to do that!" You laughed. "We finally almost had it! I was depending on you." You fake cried, while Dean apologized through bouts of laughter.

"Take ten, we'll suss it out!" Our director laughed while a small crew scurried to help you up and clean up your costumes of dust.

After finally getting the final shoot right, you were sent off to change and grab dinner with the rest of the crew.

The middle of nowhere Ireland didn't have much to offer, so the company you kept became even more valuable.

Behind Dean, you followed the director and his wife into an unassuming pub, where you ordered drinks. You sat close together and spoke about what you'd gotten right on set and how you hoped for scenes in the future to turn out, now that you'd started bringing your characters to life.

When your extra-large drinks came, you took a selfie with the pints and followed Dean's strict orders to text the photo to George.

"Tell him I love him and wish that he was my leading lady, instead." Dean teased.

"Well, we'll just see if I catch you when you slip up next time!" You feigned offense while you formed a text to George. Under the photo of you and his dear friend, you wrote:

You're missing all the fun! But I'm missing you more. Hope your day on set is going well xx

You hadn't quite reached the heart-eye emoji stage, with George, but all you wanted to do was flood his message thread with sappy saying. Delivering all your romantic lines today was made easier if you thought of saying them to George. You couldn't wait for the film to end so that you might have the chance to actually kick off what you'd started with the man.

You met George at the Golden Globes, at one of the after-parties. Your agent knew his and you'd been wanting to congratulate the stars of such a groundbreaking film, anyhow. George and Dean were sort of a packaged deal that night, but by some miracle, you'd been left with George to finish off your free cocktails and talk about how the music was much too loud.

You went home with a funny feeling in your chest, thankful that you got to spend an hour chatting away with the handsome man, knowing you'd only gotten extremely lucky.

But not long after then, you met George again. He was all alone in a coffee shop on the lot of a studio you'd both been filming on opposite sides of. He offered you a seat across the tiny table from him, where you sipped your drinks and dove into conversation like you'd known each other for years before then.

That was the day you realized you had feelings for George, when you swore his bright eyes lingered on your lips. When he asked if you were going to some silly Hollywood party. You said yes, even though you hadn't planned on it before then.

That's how things kept going with George, for a while. You'd run into each other at events and waste the rest of those evenings sharing passing thoughts and strong opinions. Around the third or fourth run in, you got the guts to compliment his suits and the way he laughed. He finally invited you to a party you wouldn't have otherwise known about.

It was someone's birthday, and every surface of their mansion had been turned into a minibar. Dean was there, and when George left you two to find some drinks that weren't just straight vodka, Dean asked what was going on between you and his best mate. George had clearly been smitten, but you'd yet to discuss anything like that with each other.

With a push from Dean, George asked you on a Sunday morning stroll along the lake, your first official date, both glad to finally be able to call what you'd been doing more than "hanging out." That was the day you'd found out about each other's upcoming films. When George held your hand on the park bench. When you agreed to keep seeing each other when you'd finished all your work. Agreeing to keep up as many late-night chats as you possibly could, while you were worlds apart.

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You woke up not so long after you'd fallen asleep to your phone buzzing on the nightstand. You worried you'd missed your morning alarms but a new sort of excitement took over your nerves when you realized George was calling.

"Hello?" You answered, happily snuggling back into your motel bed.

"I'm sorry, love did I wake you?" George worried, his use of a pet name causing your heart to flip.

"Well yeah, but I'm glad you did. We aren't filming until tomorrow afternoon. How's America, then?" You wondered, peering out of the crack in your curtains. The night was dark, and the light from the motel sign reflected off of the crew's cars in the lot. You heard laughter in the distance and wondered what kind of fun you were missing out on.

"It's nice. We're actually ahead of schedule. I might not be here as long as I planned." George spoke up, and you thought you heard him smile.

"Is that good news?" You wondered. He seemed so excited to head off overseas and start working again, even if his role was only small.

"I think so. Means I'm closer to getting to see you." George said, his voice was warmer and more inviting than all the blankets you were currently wrapped up in.

"That's very good news indeed, then!" You grinned. "But you know I think Dean misses you most of all, and that's really saying something." You joked, thinking about all the conversations you'd had about George since you'd been filming together.

George's delicate laughter was music to your ears. He asked you to send his sappiest greetings to Dean and the pair of you went on telling stories about your days on set. George seemed to be getting on with his castmates and enjoying his work. You were glad to hear it and made sure he knew that you and Dean were having the best of times as well.

You wanted to end the call with George by expressing how dearly you missed him, but something stopped you. Maybe it was your conversation with Dean from before when he warned you how cautious George was to move too quickly in relationships. You figured keeping in touch while so far apart counted for a lot, and settled for wishing George a happy sleep before you hung up to shut your eyes again.

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As you wrapped up filming in Ireland, you and Dean had become rather inseparable. Since you'd been acting alongside each other almost exclusively, you were a little nervous how filming back in London was going to go. There was a new set of cast members to finish filming with, and you and Dean had developed some kind of secret language you worried might seem off-putting to everyone else.

You didn't want to be the costar known for picking favorites, so you tried your utmost to get on just as well with the folks meant to play your family members and friends.

That meant spending time off the set, going to dinner and hosting game nights when the chance arose. Granted, you and Dean often paired up to beat everyone at Monopoly, you were still succeeding in getting on with everyone.

"Tomorrow is the big fight scene. I just don't think I can punch you in the face, Dean." The actress playing your older sister laughed, reaching over to pinch Dean's cheek.

"Good, 'cause you're not really supposed too." Dean laughed, shooing her hand away. You laughed at their antics as you flitted off to the kitchen to find another beer.

Your phone had been left on the counter, and you noticed it lighting up as you stepped past the refrigerator.

You narrowly missed a call from George, his profile photo filling up your screen. When the call went dead, you noticed he'd tried to call once before then.

"Oh shit, it is Friday, isn't it?" You worried. As you and George each found the swing of your days on set, you figured Friday nights were the best time to check in on each other. But tonight you'd been so wrapped up in enjoying a night off at Dean's flat with your castmates, that you'd left your phone in the other room.

You pressed the call back button and scurried off to the back patio where you wouldn't be bothered.

"Hello love! Everything alright?" George asked. Because even though you'd agreed to call each other once a week, you'd started texting silly little updates to each other throughout most other days. And you hadn't done that at all today.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry I've been away. We've just been enjoying the rare day off."

"Ah, yeah that's alright." George was quick to assure you but you didn't miss the way his voice fell a little flat. But before you could go on apologizing, he spoke up again.

"I'm flying back home tomorrow morning." He spoke, and now he sounded as if he were on the verge of bursting out into excitable screams.

"Tomorrow morning?" You grinned. That was a week earlier than he'd been planning.

"We finished everything today and I've booked the soonest flight back. I can't wait to see you." George cooed through the phone line.

With all your might, you held back squeals and confirmed that you were just as excited to finally see him again, as well. Thought you'd started things off at an awkward time, your feeling for George blossomed more every day. Between flirty texts and late-night phone calls that lasted as long as they could with completely different schedules, you'd fallen head over heels for George.

He made you laugh, even all the way across the ocean. He would ask genuine and thoughtful questions and he'd never hold back from giving you his own honest and meaningful answers. You practically melted through the slots of the patio board when you ended your phone call with "See you tomorrow, darling!"

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"That's a wrap for today!"

"Holy shit, I'm so glad we got that on the first take." You shivered. It was a little too cold to pretend to enjoy yourself in a swimming pool.

Dean was by your side next thing you knew, offering a robe from the costume lady who was sewing up another actor's tuxedo.

"Just think, all the hard parts are over. Only a few more days left of easy shooting!" Your friend held open the robe as you slid your arms in as a frown pulled at your lips.

"Don't remind me! I don't know what I'll do when all the fun is over." You pouted like a kid and dramatically threw yourself against Dean in a hug you couldn't manage while keeping your hands tucked under your arms. Your friend ran his hands along your shoulder with a laugh as you shivered, but the extra bit of warmth didn't last long.

"Oh my God!" Dean chirped, shoving you away from him all of a sudden. Just before you had time to shout at him for being rude, you noticed what caught his attention.

George! There he was, dressed in dark jeans and cozy sweater, happily chatting away with your agent before Dean got to him. The men shared a happy greeting and a warm hug as you hurried to do the same.

You shoved Dean away like he'd done to you, with a playful "Ha!," and practically threw yourself at George.

He was strong, effortlessly scooping you into his embrace and giving you a small spin from the momentum you'd gained. You'd never greeted each other so enthusiastically, but somehow now, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

"You're here!" You realized as George set you on your feet again.

"When you told me you'd be done round five I figured I'd just swing by." He explained, keeping one of his hands gently wrapped around your waist. You weren't very cold any more.

"I missed you." You beamed, soaking up how close he finally was, after so long. George returned your sentiments as you both stood together, enjoying nothing more for a beat.

"I just need to change, then we can get going, yeah?" You shrugged, feeling suddenly uncomfortable in your still-damp bathing suit under the itchy robe. Before you parted, you'd somehow made plans to go get dinner, and Dean was invited along.

"I did miss him too." George shot you a playful face as he moved to find where Dean had gone off too, leaving you to go change. You'd never flown in and out of the makeup trailer faster, sliding your clothes on and checking your face in the mirror before walking out onto the lot calm and cool.

You were totally anxious to finally get to spend time with George, but you hadn't forgotten what Dean mentioned about moving too fast.

You found both men in the car lot laughing together. They both turned their heads to see you approach, smiles widening, somehow.

"Ah, my boys. Let's go eat." You laughed, shooting Dean a look at George grabbed your hand in his.

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You wound up at a posh Italian place, sat in the curve of a big red booth under George's arm. Dean was nearer the opposite curve, leaning a in a little closer to show George a bunch of dumb pictures the two of you had accumulated on set for the past couple of moths.

"Can I tell him about Taco Bell?" Dean choked back a laugh and looked at you with pleading eyes.

"I guess." You smiled after a beat. One night, not so long ago, you and Dean got plastered beyond belief and wandered to the nearest Taco Bell on foot. Their diner was closed, but their drive-through was open, and you had no choice but to try and walk up to the order box and try your luck. No one would respond, but Dean swore he saw workers avoiding your drunken rambles through the windows. The adventure ended with you having burst into tears, somehow deciding the Taco Bell was purgatory, drunkenly crying into the drive-through box. It made Dean laugh so hard he vomited next to the bins in the parking lot, and the pair of you got sternly asked to leave.

Not your finest hour, but certainly one of many memories from the highlight reel you and Dean had spent the early spring creating together. And it was Dean doing most of the talking tonight.

You spent your time snuggled close to George's side. His hand rested on your thigh while you buried your face in your hands at the end of each of Dean's stories.

George sat back, listened and laughed, and made fun of both of you along the way. You and Dean were in the middle of arguing over the details of your first petty fight when the check came.

"I have been missing out." George took the last swig of his drink.

"Well, we're glad to have you back mate. I better get going, though." Dean explained that he had a meeting with his agent before your day on set started tomorrow. When you all made your way out of the restaurant, you hugged Dean goodbye, calling him some silly nickname you coined in Ireland. He pulled a face at you, waved to George leaving the two of you alone for the first time in ages.

"I'd hate for the night to end, already." George gave you a convincing set of puppy dog eyes, but you didn't need convincing.

"It doesn't have to!" You spoke rather quickly. "We could go back to mine and watch a film or something."

You offered a bashful shrug, hoping your excitable offer wasn't too forward.

But before you knew it, you were leading George into your studio flat, offering him something to drink as you flipped on a few lights on the way.

Tea was in order. You leaned against the kitchen island while George leaned against the counter, delving into conversation like you did best. He'd asked about some of the pictures you had framed of your family and friends, and you asked about his.

When the kettle rang and you filled two cups and asked George what he was most excited about being back home.

"I'm just glad to finally be with you." He informed, reaching out to pull you closer with the gentles tug at the hem of your shirt. He was a lot more affectionate than you remembered, but you certainly weren't complaining.

"I wish I'd spent all month having all that fun in Taco Bell purgatory with you." George joked, hooking one of his impossibly strong arms around your waist.

"George Mackay, are you a little jealous?" You laughed unbelievably, shoving your cup of tea a little further from you.

"Dean has gotten to kiss you more than I have, yet." George gave a little shrug as his bright blue eyes searched your face. If he was actually bothered, but the tiny smirk on his lips made you believe otherwise.

"Why don't we get up to speed, then, huh?" You rose a brow, resting one of your hands on George's sharp jaw. He didn't waste another second before diving into a kiss that left you breathless.

You expected your first kiss with George to be gentle and soft, just like him. But this kiss was fierce and hot and his hands were pushing your shoulders against the wall. And his lips only left yours to travel down your neck.

Your tea went cold that night.

___

You plopped into Dean's lap for the first shoot of the day. A rush of gratitude swooped over you, glad that you'd been able to work with someone you cared for so deeply.

"For someone who claims to know his best friend so well, you sure were off the mark." You playfully jabbed Dean in the ribs. He shot you a curious glare as a boom mic was being switched out for another.

"Do I even wanna know?" Dean chuckled, gazing up at you.

"All I'm saying, is he definitely didn't seem to care for taking things very slow last night." You proudly hinted as Dean let out an understanding yet mortified laugh. Some of your castmates were trickling onto set as your director checked behind the camera.

"He was totally jealous of all the time we've been spending together." You laughed, picking a piece of lint off the actor's sweater.

Dean's smile faltered as the director called action. Your friend's arms wrapped around your waist as you went on pretending to be in love.

After a long day of hard work, you and Dean started off in the direction of the makeup trailer. You'd kept one arm slung around his shoulders as he went on yammering about the last scene you shot.

George had decided to surprise you on set for the second day in a row, this time with a coffee for you and Dean, each.

"Awe, would ya look at that, we've got our own personal gofer." You laughed, looking at Dean as he gently slipped out from under your arm to accept George's kind offer. The labels on the cups were from a tiny bakery down the street from your set, but you didn't think much of it until you took a sip.

"Oh my God." You looked up to George with starry eyes. You wouldn't have cared what he ordered you, but he somehow got it exactly right. "How'd you know my favorite order from this place?"

You'd never been to the bakery with George before, and you couldn't remember a time you'd mentioned it to him. He really was the perfect boyfriend.

"I asked Dean," George admitted with a smile. You thanked him with a kiss on the cheek, and when you turned to do the same to Dean, he was gone.

___

You spent the rest of the week acting your heart out during the day and decompressing in the evening with George between movie marathons and dinner dates.

He was always checking in, making sure you were comfortable and always excited to experience new things with you. And you made sure George knew just how glad you were for his company. And especially charmed by the fact that he could never keep his hands off you. When you sat watching old tv shows he would trace patterns against your knee. He kept an arm around you as you walked the streets and always greeted you with a kiss.

Today, that's how he left you on set, with a sweet peck on your temple and a few words of encouragement. It was your last day, and you just weren't ready to say goodbye to everyone.

The last scene to shoot was of you and Dean, alone together in the isle of a convenience store. Your characters were meant to be having their first big fight, when a song comes over the loudspeakers neither of them can resist dancing along, bickering all the while.

It took you a couple of takes with the director suggesting different approaches, but it was over in the blink of an eye, Dean's character delivering the final line, while you were instructed to keep lazily dancing. After the director called cut, someone turned up the music and everyone cheered as your time together drew to a close.

You danced your way closer, throwing your arms around Dean in celebration.

"You've been the best castmate in the world! Thanks for putting up with me this long Dean. On and off set." You nodded, feeling your heart begin to ache. Dean hugged you back, offering similar sentiments, but unusually, something in Dean's tone fell flat.

You gave him an extra squeeze before he slinked off toward his trailer. While everyone else was offering goodbye hugs, you wondered if Dean wasn't keen to show how sad he was too. You shook it off and went on thanking the rest of the cast and crew for such a wonderful production.

The wrap party was later in the evening, but you left a big part of your heart on the set that was being torn down on your ride home.

___

George made it a bit hard for you to slip all the way into your party dress with the way he kept slipping it right back off. But with a little luck, you straightened his collar and dragged him out the door in the nick of time to party the night away.

The wrap party was at a nightclub where a live band was playing. As you slipped past drink stations and loudspeakers with George's hand in yours, you were reminded of when you met. How you'd keep running into each other on nights like these.

You held his hand a little tighter as the thought passed your mind and smiled up at him like a loon as he moved closer to your side.

"I'm glad you're here with me." You spoke up past the music.

"Me too." George grinned, leaning to place a kiss on your temple.

Your cast members bombarded you with hugs when they noticed you'd made it, asking for selfies and handing out drinks.

When you turned to look for George he'd found Dean and you were glad to skip toward them.

"Long time no see." You joked, sitting perfectly between the two of them.

"I can't believe it's over." Dean shook his head and cast a look to you.

"Yeah, but we still have press tour! And the premieres." You reminded, lifting your glass to your lips.

"Yeah." Dean smiled like he was glad, but you knew him better than that. Now was the time when he'd dream up some wild scenario he hoped would happen as you traveled to advertise for your new film. Or surely at the very least crack a joke.

You almost wanted to ask if he was okay, as he'd been totally reserved for a couple of days in a row. Of course, you knew he was probably just as sad for the production to wrap, but something was off. You could just tell.

___

Dean was weird during the entire press tour. He kept getting increasingly weirder as the days went by. And it was hard to pretend you weren't bothered. You called George every night, begging him to check up on Dean, make sure he was alright, get him to tell what he wouldn't tell you.

Over the past couple of months, you and Dean had grown inseparable and after the film, that changed. You knew your closeness couldn’t have been an act. You knew Dean made genuine connections with people he cared about. He was still close to George after their film had ended. Why was he suddenly so cold to you?

When you did interviews together, it was almost like it used to be, suppressing snickers and sharing secrets through the rise of an eyebrow.

But on the bus and out to dinner, Dean kept his distance. He still spoke with you and asked about your life, but it was like he'd severed himself off from your connection. By the time you got home, you hoped leaving him alone for a week and getting back to normal would make things better.

But the morning of the premiere, you'd had all you could take. You and Dean were just leaving a hotel conference room after the last of a dozen interviews.

Dean walked a few paces behind you on your way out to the lobby. George was there, waiting to take you to some celebratory lunch before you were meant to start getting ready. He was all smiles, happily greeting you with a warm hug. He started to say something about how excited he was to take you out when you noticed Dean brush by, headed for the door.

"Uh, give me a second." You decided all of a sudden, leaving George in the small waiting area so you could catch your castmate before he reached the hotel doors.

"Dean! Wait." You demanded, fed up with how strangely he'd been acting. You couldn't possibly show up to the premiere tonight without at least trying to make things better.

You had to chase him out of the revolving doors, but when you reached the pavement, Dean was shocked enough by your low tone to stop and face you. You finally had his full attention, thank God.

"Are you okay? Have I upset you, somehow? Did I do something? Please tell me what's wrong." You begged, your throat started to close, but you managed to press the words out in time. As you spoke, Dean's face changed.

His eyes left yours, cast to the floor, and flicked up to somewhere behind you.

"Please talk to me." You begged in a hush. You didn't care about anyone passing by who might have looked at you funny.

"I-I'm sorry. No, I'm not upset with you. I never meant to make you think that." Dean explained in a low manner.

"Then what's going on?" You asked, worried by how reluctant he was to say anything.

"I didn't want to be in the way." Dean started, searching your face. "You and I had gotten so close and when George got back I felt like I was breaking some kind of boundary." Dean sighed, waving a hand as he cleared the air. And right on time, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed George stepping out of the revolving doors to find you.

"I was only trying not to hurt his feelings." Dean finalized. All the while, you tried taking a step closer to your friend. He took a step back.

"Well, you're hurting mine." You batted back, feeling tears sting your eyes. You were much too overwhelmed by the interaction to keep talking to Dean.

As George approached the pair of you, you grabbed his hand and spun around to the other end of the pavement. You heard Dean call your name to try and stop you, but you were already around the corner to where George's car had been parked.

George hurried behind the wheel but didn't start the engine. He leaned gently toward where you settled back against the passenger seat, defeated. You sucked in a sharp breath, determined not to totally lose your cool.

"What's happened?" George worried in a high pitch. One of his warm hands wrapped around your shoulder as you tried understanding everything Dean had just explained to you.

"He finally told me what his problem was and," You let out a humorless laugh as a tear escaped. "And I guess I just wasn't expecting it."

"Oh love," George barely whispered, lifting a finger to wipe your tear away.

"I think... he thinks you're jealous of him? Or at least he was afraid of our friendship coming across as something it wasn't, in your eyes. So he just shut me out. I guess it's nice he cares for you that much huh?" You let out another small, watery laugh.

George had that adorably confused look on his face, casting his pretty eyes into yours.

"That's what he’s been worried over?" George seemed just as confused as you had been. He'd never been able to get a read on Dean, any time George had tried to talk to him about how strangely he'd been acting.

And you knew George wasn't jealous, not of Dean. He asked to hear all of the fun stories you had about Dean while you'd been working together. George seemed delighted that his friend cared for you so deeply. You knew that.

George reassured you that was the case, admitting he might have been a little jealous of missing out on all the fun, but not of Dean.

You'd calmed down a bit, with the help of George's sweet, gentle talk. He reassured that you weren't silly for crying, and then he took you to lunch. As you fueled up for a long exciting night, George insisted that he would knock some sense into his dear friend and that you'd get back to being just as close in no time.

___

The pair of you got all dolled up, painted for a premier. George's suit complimented your dress and you confessed you were totally madly in love with him. Maybe it was too soon, but it was just the right time, all things considered. George returned your sentiments with a light in his eyes and a smile on his face and everything was almost perfect.

You piled into George's car and drove to the studio where a limo was waiting to escort you and Dean to the premier. You were a packaged deal tonight, and he never invited a date.

Thank God Dean was already waiting at the studio for you, and early. George was able to pull him aside as your agent fussed over a bunch of silly questions. Your director still hadn't shown up by the time George and Dean reappeared before you, both wearing relaxed smiles.

"I'm sorry I never really talked to you. I shouldn't have ghosted you like that." Dean approached, looking dapper in his navy blue suit.

"Never do it again. Yell at me next time, I can take it." You swore, nodding in his direction. Dean rolled his eyes as his smile grew and all the tension between you fizzled away.

"So are we finally back to normal? I want to have game night and I need you on my Monopoly team." You fell back into a familiar banter, longing to make plans with your friend.

"I can't play a single board game without you. We share one brain cell, I think" Dean reached out, grabbing your shoulder to pull you into a hug, a real, meaningful one. You could have cried again just knowing he would be there to make fun of you for being so emotional.

"Yeah well, you're gonna need it because I'm the best Monopoly player in the British Isles." George sauntered up to the pair of you, seemingly very serious. You let out a loud chuckle as your embrace with Dean ended.

And when you piled into the limo between the two people you cared most about, you wondered how you'd gotten so lucky. It was official, everything was picture perfect.

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#george mackay #george mackay x reader #george mackay imagine #george mackay fanfic #dean charles chapman #dean charles chapman x reader #dean charles chapman fanfic #dean charles chapman imagine

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liberty-barnes · 4 years

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maybe people would post pictures of me

saying how much they miss me

or maybe i would show up on the paper

and they'd talk about me on tv

do you think my teachers would mention it in class?

maybe then my school would be more involved in stuff about mental health

would my therapist be affected?

maybe this is pretty common for her

would my friends and family blame themselves?

would they hate me?

i'm just so tired

i'm tired of the shaking

i'm tired of my chest always feeling like an elephant's sitting on it

i'm tired of not being able to eat

i'm tired of throwing up

i'm tired of getting triggered

i'm tired of not being able to live like a normal person

i'm tired of sleepless nights

i'm tired of bad days

i'm tired of worrying people

it'd just be easier

i'd be resting

everyone else could know that i'm happy

it'd be cool

but i also don't want people to blame themselves

i don't wanna create trauma for anyone else

don't wanna be more of a burden than i already am

and i know this sounds dark, and "untrue" and very ooc of me

but this is something i've been thinking non-stop, day and night, sometimes even in my dreams, for the last three months

and i can't get it out anyway else

so you know

it was too good not too

anyhow, depression is very real

suicidal thoughts are very real

anxiety is very real

and i have all three

and they're a bitch to deal with

cause any little thing can trigger me

and even though i found some great helps

AKA tv shows, writing, interracting with you guys, going to therapy (jury's still out on that one)

it's still a bitch

and i hate that people here are either 100% dark or 100% little ray of sunshine, so here is me, being both

this is something that goes through my head very often

so in my mid-panic-attack.... well... panic, i decided to write and post this

try to get a bit of my energy out

(also i'm trying to fix any typos but my body's shaking like crazy so sorry if i missed some)

so anyway, dw, i won't do anything reckless

i know better, still doesn't hurt to think abt it

well it does, but it's better to think than do

baby steps, kay?

just wanted to get this out so y'all know i'm not perfect

nobody is

and mental health is not a joke

mental illnesses are very real

and we should talk abt them more often

and they should be better taken care of

cause spending the last nine months having abt ten panic attacks/month is not fun

so yeah

have a nice day/night/morning/whatever

i'm not okay, but i will be

once the panic subsides, and i no longer have food in my stomach lmao

i love you all and thank you for being there for me

-Forever Yours, Libby

#suicide #anxiety #suicidal thoughts #depression #mental illnesses are real #libby rants #libbys stuff

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gloves94 · 4 years

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Final Sunburn + ATLA Requests [Open]

Alright cool cats, it is almost here... I am halfway done typing the final chapter of Sunburn and it’s been an emotional rollercoaster for me. So many decisions to make... So many questions to answer... 😭😭😭

So, I take the LSAT on Tuesday, (wish me luck), so hopefully I will be posting the final chapter later this week after that, but for now that is my first priority.

So I have 2 questions for y'all: Feel free to send me asks.

1) What would you have liked or would like to see in Sunburn?

2) I will be open to doing ATLA (Avatar Last Airbender) one-shots, writing prompts, imagines.

I’ve already been taking note of some of the ones you guys have been sending me and I love them! Anyhow, I think hopefully we will all be able to have some fun with this. So feel free to send me some. I can’t promise I’ll get around to doing all of them, but I will try my very best. (Also let me know if you want to be tagged in any.) Thank you all for reading and for making 2020 a better year.

Love 💖 -G

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slims-poetry · 3 years

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Musings on Malintent

Sahh, dudes!

Recently, I've been thinking a lot about anger. To me, it's the most fascinating fascet of the human condition, and it results in some of the most terrible and awe-inspiring follies of man. The most obvious of these is war, being, in essence, a collective act of pure rage, with all other emotion and reasoning being secondary. There are, however, many more strange and interesting byproducts of this emotion.

Anger can also often be fuel for ambition, and viewed through this lense, some of the most amazing creations of man can be attributed, in part, to anger. The space race, for instance, stemmed from the hostility between the Soviets and ourselves, and technologies the likes of which Humanity has never seen were forged in that flame. Revolution, though usually destructive and unsuccessful, has also spawned great things (and who could deny that the essential documents of American freedom, the bill of rights and the declaration of independence, are among the most shining examples of this).

What also fascinates me about anger is the pure vitality of it. Even when my anger is undirected, or attributed to a hundred abstractions I can't possibly face, I find myself motivated to move and take action. The violent urge brought on by emotion is, in my experience, a kind of hunger that can only be sated through destruction. This destruction does not necessarily have to be physical, however; to quote one of my favourite TV characters, Dr. Melfi, "depression is rage turned inward". Often, when in search of something upon which to take out our rage, we paradoxically choose ourselves as the target. This, I find particularly fascinating; in humanities evolution into the realm of higher thought, anger has become far more dangerous, and men are torn apart by their own sapience. You can even feel that destructive power channeled through your veins in the worst times, a kind of dull, throbbing pressure, and a heat in your blood.

Anyhow, I hope you've found something in my ramblings worth pondering. In other news, the rate at which I write songs has grown more frequent recently, and I find myself gravitating towards my guitar more rather than less. I wrote two songs fairly recently, and I'm quite proud of both, particularly a tune called "Nihilist Bop" that I posted on my Instagram. It was an absolute joy to write, especially because I never knew I had the capacity for punk in me. Particularly amusing to me was the chance to employ extended jazz chords in a punk rock song, and amusement turned to awe when I discovered that my voicings fit like a glove. I wish more songwriters would realize the untouched world of sound below the tip of the iceberg on which popular music sits, because the utility of complex chord extensions is by no means relegated to the world of jazz. The lyrics to my tune were also loads of fun to write, and to loop back to my previous topic, they were my attempt at showcasing the form my anger usually takes, and how that anger can be directed both outward (I hate the world, I hate life) and inward (I hate time, I hate music), although I wasn't thinking of this consciously at the time.

Anyhow, thanks for taking the time to examine my ramblings. Peace y'all, and keep on rockin!

Edit: Since the creation of this post, I’ve written a poem on anger which I think you’ll find interesting and relevant. Below is a transcription.

Rage- a Self Portrait

Bloody knuckles A shape, unformed Thudding, pumping, churning Held back and pushed forward Fading, red to black Clenching, grinding, burning

To wish to sprint and to crawl To wish for pain and to be numb To wish to punch, bite, choke, hammer To sit, and to restrain To hate in every moment the unanswerable force To wish for action and to fall short

Fuming, clogging the senses Ugly, grimacing and leering Contemptuous, turning inward Killing weight

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ashitpos-t · 4 years

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It Had To Be You

Chapter 3 of my Husk x Fem!Reader on my AO3 account.

CW: Murder, Suggestive Themes, and Alcohol

"Well, It's been a pleasure talking to you." you smiled.

"It sure has! See you for dinner?" she bounced on her toes

"Oh, I'm afraid not, I'll be going to a show tonight."

Her smile faltered slightly, "That's fine, I hope you have fun."

She skipped away to the elevator, swiftly walking in and leaving you in your door way.

"I sure hope I do."

---

You straightened your posture, a small sigh leaving your lips as you walked back into your room, locking the door behind you. Scanning your floor, your eyes meet with a small, leather bag to the side of your bed. With a huff, you picked it up and set it on your bed, walking over to your vanity to see all of your makeup and brushes neatly laid out, at least Alastor was polite. Grabbing a few brushes and products, you placed them into a small compartment of the bag, quickly walking over to your closet to look for what you'd be wearing on stage that night.

Opening your sliding closet, all neatly arranged thanks to Alastor, you sifted through the many skirts, tops, and dresses to find a dazzling black sequenced dress with matching black gloves. You picked it up with a smile, slowly shifting it in your hands to see the sparkling nature of it's fabric.

You neatly folded it in your bag, setting a pair of satin high heels on top, making sure they lay flat before snapping the bag into place with small clasps. You walked to your vanity, smiling at your reflection, fluffing your hair as you did, "I have a feeling this performance is gonna be a good one!"

---

"God dammnit-" you muttered, messing up your eyeliner for the third time that night.

You quickly grabbed makeup wipes and cleaned your smeared look before drawing right back over it to finish your cat eye, and thankfully, by the mercy of Lucifer, you finally got it to look even.

A knock on your door made you jump, "Hurry up in there ya broad! You're up in two," A gruff voice said, must've been a stage hand or something of the other.

Grabbing your sheen gloves from your bag, you slipped them on, adjusting your fingers into the silky material, clinking the tip of your heel onto the floor.

You glanced in the mirror, placing a few strands of hair into the rest of the bunch before straightening back out, trotting to the door and opening it, only to get met with a blast of cigar smoke and cheap liquor. You think you would've grown a tolerance after six decades, but you still had to try your best to suppress a cough festering in the back of your throat. Your careful gloved fingers traced the rusted railing as you walked up the stairs, hesitant in an effort to not trip on your dress. Deciding to then swiftly scan the back of the stage and red curtains, which shielded you from the harsh lights and stares practically oozing from the rest of the bar, even behind the thick fabric.

You stepped into the middle of the stage, taking in a nervous breath while smoothing down your dress, brushing off the stares of seedy demons that prepared the show in the back.

A shaky voice crept into the speakers, "Now, I'm happy to announce what you all have been waiting for," he cleared his throat, "y/n, l/n!" He finished, the curtains getting slowly pulled back as you walked forward, revealing your elegant form.

A few demons cheered, while others whistled, some even booed, but nonetheless, you forced a smile onto your velvety black lips, small hands grabbing the microphone, "how're y'all doin' tonight?" you opened, using the same line you had used countless times before, some how never getting old.

They cheered a bit louder, especially when you fluttered your eyelashes, making sure to blow them a kiss and a wink.

Your silky gloves gripped the metal in your hands as you began to sing.

"When marimba rhythm starts to play," you began, blinking against the harsh stage lights as you sauntered around the edge of stage.

"Dance with me, make me sway," you moved your hips to the background music, "Like the lazy ocean hugs the shore,"

Demons jeered, "Hold me close, sway me more,"

"like a flower bending in the breeze, bend with me, sway with ease," you continued, dipping down to a particular demon who, unfortunately, sandwiched a bill in between your breasts.

You faked a smile at him, taking it out of your cleavage, "When we dance, you have a way with me," another soul tried to grab your foot, "Stay with me, sway with me,"

"other dances may be on the floor," you walked back to the center of the stage, "Dear, but my eyes will see only you,"

You placed the microphone back into its place in the holder, "Only you have that magic technique, when we sway, I grow weak," you bent into the end, fluttering your eyelashes.

"I can hear the sounds of violins," you strained, attempting to sing over many demons whistling at your last move, "Long before it begins, make me thrill as only you know how,"

They calmed, "Sway me smooth, sway me now," you moved your hips and shoulders to your own singing, "Other dancers may be on the floor, dear, but my eyes will see only you,"

You pointed to the mosh pit of demons, "Only you have that magic technique, when we sway, I grow weak,"

"I can hear the sound of violins, long before it begins," you popped your hip out, arm stretching to the chandelier, exposing most of your leg, "Make me thrill as only you know how, sway me smooth, sway me now."

A bustle of the sinners jeered, whistled, and threw drinks or money to the stage, the only thing you responded with was a shaky smile, and your next song.

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You grasp the microphone, hands shaking a bit, "Thank you all so much for coming out tonight," you pressed your gloved hands to your lips, quickly extending your hand to blow a kiss.

"Bye, bye, now," you finished, sauntering off the stage, your smile breaking right when the curtains fell, your shaking hands running through you hair.

"fuck," you murmured, sitting at the bottom of the filthy steps, head held in your hands. You hated your performances now, they used to be nice, used to be more lighthearted. Now they made you want to gag, want to rip your hair out for standing it, for doing it for the money. The demons watching your little shows always tried to grab you, tried to rip you off the stage, always jabbing disgusting remarks to you about your body, about what they wanted to do to you.

You almost broke that night.

You almost broke down on stage, you couldn't do another one of those damn performances, or sing one of those awful, cheesy songs that the bar always recommended you to sing.

You thought this would be temporary, that all of the erotic performances would jump start your career, that they would push you into what you really wanted to be, your own person. You never thought you'd be doing this for six decades.

You pushed on your knees, propelling you upwards. You sighed as you walked to your dressing room, eyeing the bugs that crawled over the concrete floors, and the cracks in its surface. You pushed on the door, swinging it open, before plopping yourself down on the stool in front of the vanity. You mumbled a curse under your breath as you grabbed makeup wipes, making sure to remove the caked on foundation from your skin.

You slouched into the seat as you finished removing the makeup, taking all your hair into a loose, messy bun before standing to rummage through your bag. You grabbed a small, black spaghetti strapped tank top and pair of grey baggy sweatpants. You weakly smiled at the comfortable outfit before slipping it onto your tall form.

You sighed in satisfaction, quickly pulling all of your possessions into the bag before leaving the old, grimy dressing room. Other demons eyed your painfully casually form, giving you the once over before sneering at your more than exhausted features.

You turned the knob of the back door exit, taking in a deep breath of fresh air as you looked up into the starless, hellish night sky. You smiled faintly, hand readjusting its grip on your bag, before starting your walk back to the hotel. No matter how many times you had tried to convince yourself, you still loved hells night sky, even if it looked positively maroon, instead of a brilliant blue, it stood out in its own way.

Your tennis shoes hit the sidewalk softly, a small breeze running through your hair, doing little to calm your aching nerves, and if even the sky wouldn't help you right now, maybe it was finally the time to pay the hotels bar a visit.

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You pushed on the hotels front door lightly, head poking into the gap as you looked around, it had taken longer than you thought it would take to walk back, and by the looks of it, everyone had already gone to sleep, so much for a drink. You felt a bit defeated until you fully walked into the establishment, now able to fully see that the cat demon was still manning the bar.

You took a sharp intake of air, swiftly walking over to the bar, a drink idea already popping into your head as you slapped your bag onto the floor, alerting the half asleep bar tender.

"Jesus!" he sharply looked up to you, his brows tightly knit, "Fuck, don't fucking do that so late," he held his head in his clawed hands, a few beer bottles emptied beside him.

You muttered an even tireder, "sorry."

He looked up to you, brows still knit, "what do ya want anyhow?"

"a bourbon," you quickly replied, "oh yeah, can I smoke here?" you added, already fishing a pack of cigarettes and lighter out of your bag.

He slowly nods, hands sluggishly reaching over to the bottle you requested, eyes trained on you out of pure confusion as he let out a small laugh that was in his throat, "I had no idea you'd be the type to drink er anything," you looked up to him, lighting your cigarette, "ya just seem so," he hesitated, thinking of the right word, "Not tha type."

you smiled weakly, taking a few puffs of the tobacco, "I get that a lot."

He finishes your drink silently, sliding it over to you as he cracked open his own beer.

You quickly grab the glass, taking a mighty swig of the alcohol, a warm sensation lining your throat, giving you a minute buzz.

He winces at your harsh eyebags, and worn out expression.

You notice his staring, "so, your names Husk, right?"

He nods, albeit a bit gruffly, "my name is y/n, I don't do the whole nickname thing," you gesture your hand, taking another puff from your cigarette.

He stares at your shaken up form, noting your messied hair, remnants of glittery makeup, and catches a peak of the sequenced dress in your bag, "So uh, what the hell were ya doin'?"

You look up to him, a bit surprised he was interested, "Did a gig at a bar, jus singing n shit," he nods, already having an idea you had done something to do with entertainment, "It's fuckin terrible," you finish, rubbing you eyes in your hands, a sad smile on your lips.

He nods, understanding your discomfort, "how long have you been working?" you quickly reply, "sixty-four years."

He takes a sharp intake of breath, not expecting the sheer length of your career, "sheesh, now that's a long time," you nod, taking another long swig of your drink.

Husk takes a few sips of his beer, eyes now trained on the tv lightly playing in the bar, your eyes also occasionally darting to the melodramatic drama playing on the screen.

You go to take another drink out of your glass, quickly noting nothing was left, "I'll uh," you scratch your neck, a bit embarrassed, "see you around?" he nods as you put out your cigarette.

"see ya," he murmurs, eyes quickly training back onto the tv, his beer never leaving his tired lips.

You sigh, standing up off the bar stool, grabbing your bag and heading for the lobby staircase, the elevator flush next to the stairwell.

You lazily tap your desired button, feeling the uncomfortable jolt and flicker of the elevator, before ascending to your floor. You slouch in your place, a yawn leaving your lips when the elevator dings to signal you've reached the wanted spot.

You quickly walk out of the confined space, being overtly mindful of the quickness of the doors closing. The doors close with a snap, only minimally catching you off guard, you thread a finger through your hair, trotting off to your room.

Your tired fingers fish through your mess of a purse in a try to fin your key, thankfully finding it fast, you unlock your room, gliding in and give the light switch a click.

You sigh at the sweetly colored room, a few empty suitcases lay in the corner, and your bed lay a tad messed up, but none of it mattered, you instantly felt better by just looking at the comfort your new room brought. Walking over to your vanity, you set your bag onto the small table, padding over your cream colored carpet to your white bed, flopping face first into its covers, giving a small spring back from the force.

You faintly smiled into the sheets, letting out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding in. Slowly sitting up, your hand fumbled up to your bra straps clinging to your back, fumbling with the clasps until you got the underwear off, your baggy sweatpants following closely along onto the floor just next to your bed.

You re-positioned yourself, snuggling your face into the pillows of your bed, hand tugging on your lamps string, turning off your rooms lights.

Fluttering your eyes open, you looked up to see the black mass of night, glancing over to your open window, what must have been a thousand sparkling lights staring back at you from the city, honks from cars speeding down freeways complimenting the bustle of the city.

You hated to admit it, but sometimes hell didn't seem half bad, when you weren't doing god awful performances, that is.

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