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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years

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DSugary Carnival: Have you ever been considered popular? Nope, but I was always perfectly fine with that. I had no desire to be. Milky Planet: Besides earth, what planet would you come from? Earth is just fine for me. Rose Toilette: Your signature perfume? Into the Night from Bath & Body Works. It has patchouli, which I love. Whimsical Vanilla-chan: What pets do you have/want to have? I have a 2 year old German Shepherd/Lab mix named Princess Leia. Either name for short. She’s super sweet and goofy, but also has her bratty, bossy side. When she wants something she demands it. Foot stomp and all, haha. When she gets in her moods she does stuff she knows not to do, like grabbing something she shouldn’t and running away from us with it so that we chase her. She can also be very stubborn. She’s my precious baby, though. Love her to death. <3 Marine Kingdom: Favourite undersea creature? None. I have this weird fear of undersea creatures and deep water.

Dreamy Dollhouse: Describe your room with just 5 words. Small with lots of stuff. Melty Chocolate: Favourite type of chocolate? White chocolate. Sugar Dream Dome: What do you like most about Winter? Christmastime most of all, but I love the weather as well. I love being all cozied up. Milky Berry: What do you like most about Summer? N o t h i n g. Happy Garden: What types of things would you plant in a garden? I don’t have a green thumb. Magical Étoile: Favourite attraction at a carnival? I don’t do carnivals, but my favorite attraction would be the fried food stands. haha. Toy Parade: What toys did you play with as a child? Barbies and Polly Pockets for the most part. I liked Legos, too. Holy Lantern: Describe the darker side to your personality. My depression. I’m also a very moody, irritable person. I’m sensitive. I’m stubborn. I’m snippy. I’m not always the most pleasant person to be around. I’m sure I’m emotionally draining to others. I’ve felt that way with some people, so I know how it feels and it’s exhausting. I feel so annoying and like a huge burden. Melody Doll: What types of music do you listen to? I like variety. Wonder Party: Favourite type of tea? Not a big tea drinker, but if I feel like having tea I like to have peppermint or Chamomile. Glass Bottle of Tears: What, without fail, makes you cry? Hearing about people taking their own lives /: <<< That always breaks my heart, too. No matter the age, but especially when I hear about a child doing so. Cinema Doll: What makes a movie really enjoyable for you? I mean, just a good storyline that sucks me in. Relatable, likable characters as well. Memorial Cake: What is your ideal romantic experience? A nice weekend getaway together. Star Night Theatre: If life was viewed as a theatre stage, what role would you play? Someone behind the scenes? Or an audience member, ha. I feel like I’m just sitting idly, watching everyone else as they do things with their lives. Cotton Candy Shop: If you had your own shop, what things would you sell? Maybe a bookstore with a cafe. Decoration Dream: Favourite way to decorate a cake? I’m not good at that. Even just simply frosting a cake comes out crappy. Fancy Box: What gift(s) did you get for your birthday last year? Shoes, a mini backpack, a fannypack, and a few clothing items. Misty Sky: What is your favourite type of weather? Fall and winter weather. Dreamy Horoscope: What is your zodiac sign, and do you relate to it? Leo. Nope, not at all. I’m the opposite of how a Leo is always described. I don’t believe in that stuff anyway. Symphonia of Birds: Favourite type of bird? I don’t have one. Day Dream Carnival: What do you daydream about the most? I dwell too much on the past. Royal Cards: Name a game you are really good at. Super Mario World. Milky Cross: Are you a religious person? I believe in God and consider myself a Christian. Does that make me religious? Cream Cookie: What kinds of snacks do you munch on? I’m not a snacker like I used to be. Drained Cherry: What emotionally exhausts you? My health and just life, man. Fancy Paper Dolls: What accessories would come with a doll version of you? A cup of coffee and a laptop. Holy Night Story: Favourite thing to do when it’s night time? Surveys and listen to ASMR. Candy Treat: Favourite type of candy? I’m not a big candy person anymore. Fantastic Dolly: What cosmetics do you use? None these days. I haven’t worn makeup in like a year. Drink Me: Favourite drink/beverage? Coffee. Merry Making Party: Describe the biggest party you’ve ever been to. Nothing too crazy. My kind of parties were chill with a small group of people. Country of Sweets: What countries would you like to visit? There’s several. I’m too tired now to list them all. Fruits Parlour: Favourite fruit? Bananas. Dream Sky: Have you ever seen a shooting star? No. Soap Bubbles: How do you like to bathe/shower? What do you mean "how"? O_o <<< Jewelry Jelly: Name your favourite jewellery pieces. Currently, my rose gold Minnie Mouse earrings I got for Christmas. Dream Fantasy: What is your wildest fantasy? “I see your fantasy, you wanna make it a reality, baby?” Milky-chan the Fawn: Favourite forest animal? I don’t have one. Honey Cake: What do you normally eat for breakfast? Scrambled eggs. Dreamy Baby Room: The most childish part of your personality? I’m just a child at heart. Chess Chocolate: What piece would you be on a chess board? I don’t know. French Cafe: Favourite thing to eat at a patisserie? Macarons. Sugar Hearts: How is your love life right now? Non-existent. Wonder Story: What types of things do you like to read about? Interesting things, ha. It’s almost 6AM now I’m tired and done with this survey. Twinkle Mermaid: Favourite type of fantasy creature? I don’t have one. Gloria: Name a very rare item that you would love to own. Goodnightttt.

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how-to-survive-a-factory-tour · 5 years

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How to Survive a Factory Tour - Chapter 1

A Sanders Sides / Charlie and the Chocolate Factory FanFiction

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”Hey, what can I get you?”

”The usual, Virge. To go.”

”Oh, hey Remy.”

I turn and grab a plastic cup from one of the many stacks.

”You okay?” the guy on the other side of the counter asks, looking over his sunglasses at me. I just sigh as I turn back around. Remy Sleep can’t tell if the dark marks under my eyes are eyeshadow or tired bags.

”I’m not okay (I promise),” I reply.

Remy rolls his eyes, pushing his sunglasses onto his forehead. “Virge, I want a serious answer. I haven’t been able to check on how you’re doing as much since you dropped out.”

”You know I had to. I’ve told you before.”

”I know. You had to get a job, so you can pay for Thomas’ university fees.”

Thomas is my twin brother. Our family is in a rough position. We live in a run-down shack with only our mother, our father having passed on when Thomas and I were five. The only income we have to support us is the small amount our mom earns from her job as a dishwasher at a restaurant, which is not nearly enough. As our eighteenth birthdays had drawn near, I had realised there was no hope of us both being able to go to college with the money we had. If we did, we’d never eat again, and there’s not much you can do with an education when you’re dead. So, instead of completing my final year of high school, I decided to drop out and get a job. That way, Thomas will be able to go to university, get a good paying job and be able to live the life he deserves.

I don’t care if I lose the chance for a future. As long as Thomas is happy, I am too.

”Anyway, did ya hear the news?” Remy asks, changing the subject.

”What news?” I question.

”You don’t know?” Remy gasps. “It was everywhere! All over the internet and TV!”

I raise an eyebrow at the guy on the other side of the counter.

”Oh, right, you don’t have a TV... or a phone... or laptop. Anyway! You’ll never believe this, but Wonka is opening his factory again!”

”No fucking way!”

”Yes way! Look.” Remy pulls out his phone and holds it in front of me. I read it over.

Willy Wonka is the most famous chocolatier in the entire world, and his factory is situated in our town. He has created things that had previously seemed impossible: ice cream that never melts, sweets that allow you to spit in seven different colours, gum that never loses its flavour and so much more. About seven years ago, he hosted a competition in which he sent out five golden tickets hidden under the wrappers five chocolate bars. Five kids won them and got to go on a tour around his factory. Afterwards, four of them left, all in... interesting states. I remember, one was really thin and covered in melted chocolate, one was blue from head to toe, one was covered in trash and the last was paper thin and twelve feet tall. The fifth kid was never seen again.

Rumours spread about what happened to them. Many thought the four kids were insane because of the stories they told. Pipes, chocolate rivers, defective gum, giant blueberries, squirrels, garbage chute, televisions, cameras... I won’t bore you with the details when there’s a book based all around the stories they told. Just go read that. It’s called ‘Charlie and the Chocolate Factory’, I think.

But, anyway, back to now.

According to the article Remy’s showing me, Wonka’s sent out five more tickets. This time, however, he’s specified the winners have to be seventeen to twenty one years old.

”You know what this means?” Remy grins. “The age restriction mans there’s a higher chance of us winning tickets!”

”A higher chance of you winning a ticket, don’t you mean,” I correct him. “I can’t waste anything.”

”Seriously? Not even a dollar for chocolate?” Remy raises an eyebrow. “Here.” He pulls five dollars from his wallet and places it in the tip jar. “For a few Wonka bars. Treat yourself for once.”

”Thanks,” I nod as I hand Remy his drink. “That’ll be four dollars.”

He hands over the money, which I place in the register.

“Good luck,’ he wishes me, pulling his sunglasses back down over his eyes. He gives me a wave before turning and leaving.

I let out a sigh as I glance at the tip jar. Maybe I can spare at least one dollar for candy...

”Ma! Pa! Emile! Did ya hear?!”

I run through the house, newspaper in hand. I speed into the living room, where my Ma’s ironing and my Pa’s playing Mario Kart against Emile.

Emile’s my younger brother by eight years. Once I asked why my parents why the age gap was so big, and they said that it took them a long time to decide that they wanted another child. According to my gran, however, Emile wasn’t planned. It doesn’t mean they love him any less, though. My family and life’s pretty much as great as I’d ever want it to be.

I’ve lived in Ireland my whole life. I really like it here, but I’ve always wanted to travel. I don’t want to go yet, however. Gran’s been having problems with her memory; Alzheimer’s, my parents say. I don’t want to go away for a long time and come back to find Gran’s completely forgotten about me. I guess I’m going to wait until... Well, you know.

My parents and Emile all look up as I enter the room, grinning ear to ear.

”Willy Wonka is opening his factory again!” I announce as I hold the newspaper above my head, showing the headline off.

”Really?” Emile gasps, pausing his game and leaping to his feet. He runs towards me, jumping up and trying to grab the newspaper. “Come on, Patton, let me see!”

I hand Emile the paper, and he reads it over, face lighting up with excitement. “It is! It’s true! Aw, but it’s only opening to people between seventeen and twenty one...” Emile’s ten years old. “Oh, wait, you’re eighteen, Patton!” Before I can say a word, he grabs my arm, trying to pull me from the room. I laugh at his eagerness before turning to my parents.

“Be back by dinner,” Ma says, folding one of my blue polo shirts.

“Okay. Bye!” I let Emile pull me to the front door. I grab my wallet and pull on my coat before the two of us step outside. Emile starts running down the pavement ahead of me.

”Be wide on the road!” I call after him, running up to him and taking his hand. “Ma and Pa will kill me if you get hurt.”

”Sorry, I’m just excited!” Emile grins. “You’re gonna go to Willy Wonka’s factory!”

”Emile, it’s really unlikely I’ll actually get a ticket,” I reply. “It’s, like, super super, near impossible.”

”Well, with the age range, it’s even more likely!” Emile points out. ‘”And you deserve it for being the best brother ever!”

I pull Emile into a hug. He’s lying. I’m not the best brother ever, he is. I wish he could go to the factory, he’d love it.

I’m going to try to win a ticket, not just for my own enjoyment, but so I can share the stories with Emile and so he can experience it, even if not in person.

Well, this is a new low. Usually they at least leave a note at least.

I chuck my schoolbag onto one of the chairs at the kitchen table. I check one more time to see there isn’t a note anywhere. No, there definitely isn’t. Great.

I open the fridge and grab a jar of Crofters Wild Blueberry Jam. I retrieve a spoon from the cutlery drawer and sit down at the table. I pull my book from backpack and start reading. It’s relaxing for a bit... until the front door slams open.

There’s the sound of footsteps running and into the room come my parents and my brother, Robert, all of them carrying two shopping bags each.

‘Salutations,’ I greet. Not that they notice me at all...

My parents neglect me. There’s no other way to phrase it. Mum and Dad are sports fanatics. Football, Rugby, Cricket, they’re invested in it all. And with Robert being captain of almost all the sports teams at his university, they love him and praise him like he’s a God. However, I myself am more academically inclined. For example, I am currently taking physics, chemistry, computer science and mathematics at college. This basically resulted in my parents not caring about me at all. It doesn’t matter I got all A*s and A**s at GCSE, it doesn’t matter my prospects are Oxford or Cambridge, it doesn’t matter I have an IQ of 200. No, because I can’t play sports, but Robert can, so he’s automatically better than me.

Multiple times, my parents have forgotten I even existed. Once, them and Robert went on a four-week holiday to Australia and left me behind. If I didn’t know how to effectively look after myself, I’d have died.

I was seven at the time.

They all take seats at the table and unload the shopping bags, placing the purchased items onto the table. They’re Wonka bars. They didn’t buy anything else. I raise an eyebrow.

”May I inquire why you bought so much chocolate?” I ask as Robert and my parents start unwrapping the bars.

None of them respond, they just continue what they were doing. I sigh, getting to my feet and leaving the room. I head upstairs and go into my bedroom, sitting at my desk and opening my laptop. I google Wonka’s name, and the first article that comes up immediately makes me slightly intrigued.

It says Wonka’s opening his factory again. Just like the last time, he’s hidden five golden tickets under the wrappers of five Wonka bars, and those who win them get a guided tour and a lifetime supply of sweets and chocolate. The only difference is, this time, it’s for seventeen to twenty-one year olds.

To be completely honest, I don’t really care much about it. Yes, I’m slightly intrigued, but not enough that I’ll waste money on buying a bunch like the rest of my family. Even with the new age requirements, the odds of winning are pretty much infinitesimal. There’s really no reason to try.

I go back downstairs and take a seat on the sofa, reopening my book.

“It’s got to be here somewhere!” I overhear my brother growl as he furiously tears the wrappers off chocolate bars.

“No, it doesn’t,” I respond, not even looking up. “There are over seven point five billion people looking for these tickets, and even more Wonka bars than that being sold a day. You can’t expect to win on blind luck on your first try.”

I hear footsteps coming up behind me and a shadow looms over me and my book. I close it before turning around and making eye contact with Robert.

“Listen here, you little smartass,” he growls. “I will win a ticket, because I am winner, unlike you.”

He gestures to the trophy cabinet in the corner of the room, where he has a bunch of sports trophies. I resist the urge to remind him of the box of academic awards I have in my room.

“You may as well not bother trying,” Robert continues. “Smarts aren’t going to help you get a ticket. You’re not even that smart anyway.”

How fucking dare he.

I wasn’t going to take part in the contest, but I sure as hell will now.

“Okay then. You go ahead and tell yourself that,” I reply, standing. “Meanwhile, I am going to go to my room and use maths, science, geography and research to find the exact location of the tickets.”

Before Robert can reply, I turn and leave the room. I have a ticket to find.

“Yo te quiero enseñar Un fantástico mundo Ven Princesa y deja a tu corazón soñar!”

I use my hairbrush as a microphone as I continue performing to the handsome man in the mirror. Oh wait, that’s me!

I can hear your judgement. Shut up, I’m beautiful.

As I make sure my hair is perfectly styled, ready for Valerie’s party later, I suddenly hear a yell from downstairs.

“Roman!” Pa calls.

“Yeah?!” I call back.

“There’s some news I think you might want to hear!”

Intrigued, I leave the bathroom and head downstairs. What is it? New Disney movie announced? Surprise Steven Universe episode drop? Gravity Falls is coming back?! TICKETS TO SEE HAMILTON?!

I head into the living room, where my Dad and Pa are sat on the sofas, Dad reading a book, Pa holding the TV remote. The TV’s showing...the news? Why would I be interested in the news? I’m not really the most topical or political person.

Nevertheless, I take a seat next to Pa.

“So, what’s this thing you wanted to show me?” I ask, checking the time. I promised I’d help Val set up, so I’ve got to get to her place early. This hopefully won’t take long.

Pa presses play on the remote. As I watch the report, I leap off the sofa, punching the air.

“¡SI! ¡SI!”I say, slipping back into Spanish, despite Dad saying that we were going to stick with using English until exams, so I’m as prepared as I can be for my English-speaking exam. Don’t see why, though, I’m already fluent.

But the news! The news! It’s amazing! Wonka’s opening his factory yet again! I tried so hard to get a ticket seven years ago. When the tour was announced, eleven-year-old me was quaking! But now it’s my chance! I can finally go and see the what lies inside that mysterious building. I bet it’s full of wonders beyond my imagination...

“I gotta go!” I call to my parents as I run from the room. I pull on my jacket and run from the house. I’ve gotta step into a candy store and buy some Wonka bars before I head to Val’s.

Yep, that was a Heathers reference.

“Honey, what you waiting for? Welcome to my candy store You just gotta prove you’re not a loser anymore And step into my candy store!”

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ddproductionsw77 · 6 years

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Sorry

Fandom: IT (2017)

Pairing(s): Stenbrough

Characters: Stan Uris and Bill Denbrough

Rating: T

Description: “Sorry.” Sorry I’m not brave. Sorry my nervous tick is tidying things. Sorry you have to deal with this. “Don’t be.”

Author’s Note: Just a quick, plotless fluffy one-shot for my beautiful boys… send me ideas for a one-shot with a plot if you have any. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!

“If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

“W-we’re not going to get c-caught,” Bill sighed contently and shifted closer to his boyfriend, eyes closed.

Stan watched him, taking in every inch of the other boy’s easy smile and relaxed posture. The sun streamed in from Bill’s bedroom window, sprawling across the wood floor and up onto the very bed they laid in, face-to-face.

Eyes trailing down, the corners of Stan’s mouth twitched as Bill played with his fingers, lacing them with his own and tracing patterns over his palm. Bill had the hands of a writer, of an artist. Spindly, long fingers with ink staining the skin randomly, calluses in places were pens and pencils had been held for hours. The familiar fit of them helped to relax Stan.

He sighed, sounding more resigned than anything, “Both our parents are right downstairs.”

The Uris’ had been invited over for dinner because Bill’s mother, Sharon, had been feeling particularly friendly lately. Andra, Stan's mother, and she had been friends as far back as college and had an on-and-off friendship throughout their sons' lives.

Sharon went through times like this, where she’d become the ideal, nurturing mother for about a week or two before falling back into a slump of disinterest that would last for months. Bill’s father, Zach, just went with it, as did Bill.

“So?”

“So,” Stan rolled his eyes, nudging Bill’s shoulder, “They could come looking for us any second and if they do, they’ll find us—“

Bill’s eyelids slipped up, the electric blue of his irises derailing Stan’s train of thought. Part of him hated how easily Bill could disarm him… most of him loved it. Quirking an eyebrow, the other boy finished, “C-cuddling?”

“Exactly,” Stanley mumbled, hating himself for popping the little bubble they’d been occupying for the last half hour.

Bill’s hand slipped down Stan’s arm, running over the other boy’s side and around his back, tracing his spine as he tugged him closer. Their breaths mingled. Stan felt his heart pounding in his chest and reached out to rest his palm over Bill’s to feel it flutter in sync.

“Who cares?” Bill muttered, purposely tilting his head so that his nose brushed against Stan’s. A stray curl from the boy’s head tickled his forehead and he smiled wider, “C-cuddling is what boyfriends do.”

Stan sighed, using his hand on Bill’s chest to push himself up into a sitting position, “And that’s my point, Bill. As far as my parents are concerned, we’re not boyfriends. We’re—“

“F-f-friends,” Bill scoffed, sitting up as well, “I re-remember.”

Casing his gaze down, Stan’s gut twisted and he grimaced. He began carefully straightening the rumpled sheets on Bill’s bed, trying to distract himself from the guilt welling up within.

He knew that Bill didn’t like keeping their relationship a secret. He knew that Bill only went along with things being that way because it was how he wanted things. He knew it wasn’t fair. He wished he could be as brave as his boyfriend, willing to share his feelings with the world. He hated that he wasn’t.

A hand came up to rest over his, gently stopping him from continuing his nervous tick. Stan followed the limb back up to Bill’s patient expression and understanding eyes. Cheeks flushing, his own eyes darted away, “Sorry.”

He didn’t know what for really…

Sorry I’m not brave.

Sorry my nervous tick is tidying things.

Sorry you have to deal with this.

Bill shook his head, a corner of his lips curling into an endearing half-smile, “D-don’t be.”

He leaned forward and Stan allowed the tension in his body to deflate as Bill’s lips met his and his eyes fluttered closed. His mind — his rushing, screaming, whirling mind — grew quiet for one sweet, blessed moment as he kissed Bill back.

His hands came up, weaving into the feather soft locks on his boyfriend’s head and he hummed in contentment. Right before Bill pulled away, Stan felt him smile once again against his lips. Bill always seemed to be smiling; Stanley loved and envied it.

“We can do suh-something less boyfriend-y?” Bill proposed, raising his eyebrows as he stood up and moved to the large box television his mother and father had practically tossed at him for his birthday a year ago. They’d forgotten it until the day before… the TV was their apology. “I can k-kick your cute ass in Super M-Mario if you w-want?”

“Shut up,” Stan rolled his eyes, snatching the second controller from Bill’s hand. “You don’t stand a fucking chance, Billy.”

“G-game on, Stanny,” Bill laughed, setting the game up.

They began to play, becoming more and more competitive with each level. It was a little ridiculous in the broad spectrum, considering they were technically on the same team, but that did not stop them from battling over power-ups and who got to deliver the killing blow to Bowser.

“And Princess Peach is mine!” Stan cried triumphantly. He laughed, giddily, “You know, I actually like her tiara.” He spun around to grin smugly at Bill.

The other boy stared at him with a blank expression for a moment before huffing, “I’m br-breaking up with you.”

Stan watched as Bill stood up, dropping his controller back to the bed, “I won’t share the tiara if you break up with me.”

“Keep your f-fucking tiara,” Bill rolled his eyes but Stan could hear the light tone in his voice and see him fighting back a smile.

“Well,” He shrugged, “I mean if you don’t want to share…”

He was silenced by Bill coming to stand in front of him, grasping his face and kissing him. They fell back onto the bed together, limbs and bodies tangling together with the sound of their laughter.

Stan’s brain slowed once again to a peaceful pace as Bill’s lips trailed down his jawline to his ear, his boyfriend’s breathy chuckles and his own heartbeat the only sounds that existed in the world at that moment. He ran a hand over Bill’s arm, taking in that feeling of pure electric charge that came with being in contact with the boy he loved.

Bill was the light of Stan’s life. He was Stan’s favorite thing. He made the world a better place. He made life worth living even on the days when Stan didn’t want to get out of bed. He was the motivation to keep moving, to keep trying to do good.

And Stanley loved him so much for it.

The young writer pressed one last kiss to Stan’s collarbone, moving to hover above the other boy with a teasing smile. His eyebrows drew together when he noticed Stan’s wide eyes, “What?”

Blinking to clear his spellbound brain, Stan shook his head slowly, “I just— I really love you, Billy. I know I make things hard for you sometimes but I really do — love you, I mean. Thank you for, you know, putting up with me.”

“Y-you don’t make things hard for me,” Bill rolled his eyes before carefully sweeping down to quickly kiss Stanley once again. Returning to his previous position, he bit his lip, “And I don’t put up with you, Stanny.”

Stan felt himself blush furiously, looking away with a half-hearted shrug, “Still, thank you. I mean it. I can’t tell you how much you mean to…” He trailed off, suddenly embarrassed by his own confession. God, he must sound so pathetic and needy.

Cool lips pressed against his hot cheek while a thumb ghosted over the other. Bill’s scent of paper and ink filled Stan’s head as eyelashes tickled his skin. When the other boy spoke, he spoke slowly, carefully pronouncing each syllable so as to not stutter over the words, “Shh, I know. I love you, too.”

Stan’s eyes slipped closed as he reveled in that beautiful declaration and in the dizzying feeling of being in love and being happy and relaxed for once in his life—

“Bill! Stanley! What are you two up to?! Dinners ready!” Sharon Denbrough’s voice came up the stairs, jolting both boys back to reality.

Bill stood up quickly, helping Stan up. The boy immediately began righting his wrinkled clothes as Bill ruffled his head to get it back to its natural look and not the rumpled mess Stan had made it.

He cleared his throat, glancing apologetically at Stan before calling back, “C-coming, Mom!” Reaching out, he fixed Stanley’s collar that had popped up, “To b-be continued?”

Stan rolled his eyes, cursing the blush that graced his features, and nodded, “To be continued.”

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barbaesparza · 7 years

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Diary of a Scrawny Kid – Dominick Sonny Carisi (2639 words)

Ma left me this notebook in case I wanted to draw something or write her a note if she’s not here and I want to go back to sleep. I don’t know what to draw so I’m just gonna write here instead. I’m really bored.

I’m getting tired of telling the same story over and over again. But I can’t do anything else.

Hospital food sucks balls.

Pa brought Gina and Theresa to see me. Ma stayed home with Bella. Theresa said I look like a mummy. Gina brought me some magazines. I don’t know why she thought I’d be interested in Vogue, but it’s the thought that counts.

I wish I could go outside. Technically I can, but the doctor and nurses said to take it easy.

Ma snuck me some lasagna from home because I’m “a growing boy”. She’s the best.

My friend Adam came to see me after school. He brought along a small pile of homework for me. I sure was glad to see that… Actually, I’m glad to have something to do.

I went outside today with Ma and Pa. We walked for a little while and talked about what's been going on at church and at home. Luckily they haven't asked me anything more about how I got hurt.

My face has been a lot better the last couple of days. They took some of the bandages off. Ma brought Bella to see me. She was awful quiet. I think I scared her.

I want to go home, but I don’t want to go back to school.

I’m waiting for my discharge papers. The doctor said he thinks I’ll make a full recovery and made me an appointment to come back to see him.

I’m allowed to stay home until next week. Adam brought me more homework. It’s pretty lonely in the daytime. Ma’s here, but her concern is a little over the top at times. It’s better than the hospital, at least.

Bobby didn’t talk to me all day today. Wouldn’t even look at me. I’m glad.

I went back to the hospital for my appointment and the doctor said I was doing well and that the scars should fade with time. Nothing hurts anymore so that’s good.

My teachers are helping me catch up on what I missed. Sometimes at lunch I stay back so they can go over some things with me. Sometimes I just ask Adam.

I told Adam I was thinking about asking Abby to the Spring Fling. He kinda looked shocked, but then he told me to go for it! So I’m totally going to ask her tomorrow. I hope she says yes.

Abby said she’d go with me! I’m so excited! Maybe Gina will help me find something to wear?

Adam looked kind of sad today when Abby gave me a hug in the hallway. I think maybe he likes her? Crap.

Maybe I should ask him. I don’t want him to be sad. I don’t even like Abby like that, not really. But she’s really nice and super pretty, and I always wanted to be her friend. It’s just a dance, right?

I asked Adam if he like-likes Abby and he straight-out said no. So maybe I’m just imagining things.

Abby and I had lunch together today, but I don’t know where Adam was. I kept looking around for him, but he didn’t show up. He was probably at the library.

Gina took me shopping and we got this maroon button-up for me to wear. Then when we got home she decided to play around with my hair and put some gel in it. I kept putting my hand in it by accident and getting my hand all sticky, haha.

Abby kissed me after the dance last night. I’ve never kissed anyone before. It was, um, kinda nice? But I didn’t think she even liked me that way.

The dance was really fun, and even though he doesn’t like dancing Adam still came and I got to hang out with him by the fruit punch.

I had fun dancing with Abby, and she looked really beautiful in her floral dress and I told her so. She does gymnastics outside of school and she was telling me about her competition that’s coming up.

Abby and I haven’t kissed again, but we’ve been hanging out every day at school. She’s the most awesome girl I’ve ever met. I love making her laugh. I think I’m going to ask her to be my girlfriend.

I miss Adam. I don’t know what happened. We used to be pretty close but lately he’s been studying a lot. It kind of feels like he’s avoiding me.

I took Abby to the mall today and we got ice cream. Then I told her I like her a lot and would she want to be my girlfriend? She smiled so big and said okay. Then when we finished our ice cream we walked around the mall, not really looking at anything. So I guess Abby’s my girlfriend now, and I’m her boyfriend. I still can’t believe it.

I caught up with Adam and told him the news. He smiled and gave me a hug.

Abby asked me to go watch her at her gymnastics competition. She was amazing! She got 3rd place in her category and the judges were really impressed. I also met her mom, haha. She seems nice. She didn’t really say much except “You must be Sonny” and “It’s sweet of you to come along and support Abby”. Abby was really happy.

Adam and I got paired up for the science project. I’m really glad, I’ve been wanting to hang out with him more.

Abby told me she loves me yesterday. I said it back. I think I do? Adam’s coming over soon so we can work on the science project.

We chose to do our project on diabetes, then Adam stayed over for dinner. Talk about irony! Ma made cannoli, too.

Okay so the thing is, I’m only 15 and I’ve never been in love before, so how can I know what love feels like? But this is nice, so I’m not going to question it too much.

Adam and I were lying on my bed, doing our project, and then we got bored and started talking about where we want to go for college. Adam wants to study literature. I told him I didn’t know. I still kind of want to be a priest but I don’t know if that’s silly. I didn’t tell him about that. He wants to move to NYC. I told him I’d probably stay on Staten Island, at least for college.

I talk to Abby every night on the phone, even if we already saw each other that day. Last night we talked for more than an hour. I don’t know why but we never run out of things to talk about.

We finally finished our project, and just in time too. To celebrate, we played Super Mario Kart. He totally kept letting me win. I know he can kick my ass in this game.

Adam comes and sits at our table more often again now. He talks to Abby, too.

Abby came over today. We weren’t allowed to stay in my room, obviously, but we watched a movie and I made popcorn and that was really fun. The teasing from Gina and Theresa afterwards was insufferable… “Ooh Sonny’s got a girlfriend” should not really apply since I told them about this from the start…

In English class today we were writing poems. I wrote a really shitty one about Abby that I’ll never show anyone, especially Abby. Poetry just is not my thing. Adam wrote a really nice one, though. The teacher chose 5 people at random to read theirs out to the class. I don’t know what I would have done if she chose me. Anyway, Adam’s poem was super romantic and got several wolf-whistles from the boys and even a few of the girls. I don’t know how he writes that stuff but I sure know he’s going to do well in college.

Bobby snuck up on me today while I was getting some books from my locker. I froze. He shoved me against my open locker and taunted me by saying “got your head in the books again, Sonny boy?” Ugh. I thought all that was over. I’m so done with Bobby. It didn’t even hurt, though.

And then I just sat there, on the floor. I was going to be late for class but I didn’t care. I was just done. Didn’t want to move. Because that’s what I’ll have to keep dealing with for the next 2 years.

Then Adam came down the hallway and saw me. He asked me what was wrong, and I told him. After a while, he asked me if Bobby had anything to do with me ending up in hospital. I didn’t say anything. Adam just nodded and patted me on the back. He sat with me for the whole period, which was weird because he has a perfect attendance record.

Adam brought some cookies to school today. He baked them himself. He said it was to cheer me up. I can’t believe he made them just for me. And they were AMAZING.

Abby and I went to watch a movie last night. She said I could pick, but I don’t think she ended up liking it very much.

Adam came over for dinner again. Afterwards we hung out in my room doing homework. He helped me with math. He’s better than me in every subject, basically. So he helps me a lot. Sometimes he asks me stuff too, but I’m pretty sure he’s just humoring me.

Ma and Pa took us all out to have dinner for Bella’s birthday. We had Mexican food because it’s her favorite. I got her a little notebook with purple flowers on it. I think she liked it!

I think I’m in love with Adam.

Alright, I have to write why. Yesterday I had to psych myself up just to write down that one sentence. I’ve never liked a boy before. And Adam is pretty much my best friend, although I’ve never called him that.

I think I love him because, well, when I look at him I feel really funny inside, and I love the way he laughs and even though he’s shy he’s not with me?

And when we talk, I feel like he really cares what I’m saying, and he’s really listening, and he’s so thoughtful and articulate, and he just gets me, you know? And he’s there for me. Not because he has to be, but because he wants to. I think.

When he read that poem in class he looked at me once and my stomach did so many flips and I didn’t even know why. But I know now. Now I find myself wishing so hard that he had written it about me.

When we hug I just want to hold on tight and never let go.

I feel like I’m cheating on Abby.

I guess I can admit it here. I don’t love Abby. Now how do I tell her without making her cry?

I told her and she didn’t cry. She looked really upset, though. I never thought I’d be the one to break up with someone. But it wouldn’t have been fair to her to keep going when I didn’t love her.

I don’t know if Adam likes boys. Or me. God, I hope he does.

Abby hasn’t talked to me much since. I hope we can still be friends because I really do like her as a friend. But I’ll give her some space for now.

I found this note in my locker today.

I love you so much it hurts, but you don’t feel the same way.

I’m really confused, I hope it’s not from Abby? It’s typed, so I have no idea who it’s from.

Adam invited me over to his place for Sunday lunch. Afterwards we just hung out, watching TV. I couldn’t stop looking at him, I don’t think he noticed. Which is good.

I think Abby and I are friends again now. It’s not back the way it was but at least we can talk.

I got another one. I’m even more confused. I don’t think it can be Abby.

I wish you would notice me. I wish you could see me.

It just hit me. Someone loves me? Please let it be Adam.

I wonder what it feels like to kiss a boy. I wonder what it feels like to kiss Adam.

Geography exam went pretty well today! Glad it’s over – I can’t wait to get 9 hours of sleep tonight.

I can’t stop thinking about him. I find myself daydreaming in class, thinking about hanging out with him again, and how it would feel to have his hand in mine.

Another note turned up in my locker. I found it after lunch.

Give me a sign, Sonny. I’m so scared.

I’m really worried for this person now. Why are they scared? I’d give them a sign, but I don’t know who they are?

Theresa made me coffee this morning. It makes me feel super grown up, drinking coffee.

So I thought I was real smart. I sellotaped my own note to the front of my locker. Give me a clue?

And then I got this…

I love you, and… I’m a guy.

Could it be?

I finally saw Adam again today. I really wanted to ask him about the note… but I choked. What if it wasn’t him?

That would be really embarrassing if it’s not him. What if he’s uncomfortable about me liking him? I really don’t want to lose him as a friend.

Adam and I hung out at the park this afternoon. I didn’t know how to say it but I was sure I would chicken out forever if I didn’t do it then. So I just told him that I thought I was gay, while we were sitting on the swings. It turned into a huge heart-to-heart, going into how I don’t think I was ever in love with Abby. He just listened. When I was all talked out, he looked at me and said he was proud of me and was here for me.

Maybe the note-writer isn’t Adam. But I’m really glad he’s my friend and that he’s supportive.

Oh my God! I found this in my locker after school today!

Blue eyes

Floppy hair

Light of my life

So fair

Smile for me

In my darkest hour

Be there for me

As I’m there for you

Hold me close

I want you to

Kiss me once

I need you to

Never have I ever

Felt this way

But alas the light

Was never mine

For someone else

The sun doth shine

It’s Adam’s poem! In his handwriting! And he put it in my locker! Oh my God, ADAM LOVES ME!

So I left the following in Adam’s locker right after I got his poem:

Dear Adam,

I love you too.

Sonny

And during break Adam came up to me at my locker and just smiled at me, and I smiled at him, and we just knew. I said “You got my note?” and he nodded and then hugged me really tight. For like, a really long time. I was so happy. And… I really wanted to kiss him then but there were people around…

Um. So Adam’s coming over again. He said he was going to drop his stuff at home first. I’m kind of freaking out here.

Update: Kissing a boy is awesome and kissing Adam specifically is freaking amazing.

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asimlishpixel · 7 years

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MEGA REPLY POST

Here’s replies for the past 71 days, because I haven’t sat my ass down earlier and actually done them. Some of these aren’t even relevant any longer. I’ll try to section them after different topics and stuff.

Be warned this post is EXTREMELY long!

under a cut, bc i’m not that evil.

BIRTHDAY REPLIES

melien replied to your post “Happy birthday!!!”

Aaa happy belated birthday ;_;

my-simension replied to your post “Happy birthday!!!”

Ohhh another one already!!! Happy Happy birthday , sweet one! Have a wonderful day!! ��

javapixels replied to your post “Happy birthday!!!”

Happy Birthday!

sleek-simmerr replied to your post “Happy birthday!!!”

happy birthday!

experimentalsims replied to your post “Happy birthday!!!”

Happy birthday!

karisamarie replied to your post “Happy birthday!!!”

Happy Birthday!❤��

jackssims replied to your post “Happy birthday!!!”

Happy Birthday! ��

plumboops replied to your post “Happy birthday!!!”

happy birthday!! ♥

sevenleafsimblr replied to your post “Happy birthday!!!”

happy birthday :OO

futurecarrie replied to your post “Happy birthday!!!”

Happy birthday! ^-^

Thanks you guys! I’m so happy for all these replies! <3

NDIAYE REPLIES

my-simension replied to your photoset

So cute! great work!

madisonprettyinpink replied to your photoset

This shit is adorableeee!!

simlovinggirl replied to your photoset

!!!! :D Super excited!! ♥

davidmont replied to your photoset

cuuuuuute

Thanks!! I hope you’re all excited and that I won’t dissapoint you, ahah.

tranquiltowns replied to your photo “Murasaki Ito...”

She's so cute ah!

smile-beautifuly replied to your photo “Murasaki Ito...”

All of your sims are so cute <3

Thanks, I’m actually very happy with how she turned out! :D

tranquiltowns replied to your photo “Zola Ndiaye Loner ✕ Technophobe ✕ Athletic ✕ Grumpy ✕ Easily...”

She's stunning!

They are! But most of the credit goes to @cosysimmer for their genetics! I just dressed them and changed the hair!

deletedladdersanddoors replied to your photoset

YEEYEEYEEYEE GET IT BROBRO

Y E E IM GETTING IT BRO

MEADOWS REPLIES

melien replied to your photoset “Bay: Yeah, that’s me! Bay Hamilton. I’m happy to meet you, Nathan....”

She's adorable!

pushingupplumbobs replied to your photoset “Bay: Yeah, that’s me! Bay Hamilton. I’m happy to meet you, Nathan....”

Ahh! She looks perfect in your game ��

She is really adorable! Thank you pushingupplumbobs for letting me have her! <3

davidmont replied to your photoset “Nathan: Oh by the way! Did you know that I am actually a very strong...”

I'M IN LOVE

SAME. they’re very cute together :D

deletedladdersanddoors replied to your photoset “Safiya: And that’s how you win Mario Kart! Evan: Ah! Another red...”

I'm adopting safiya as my grandma too late u can't stop me the papers are signed

you have to take good care of her then, please.

madisonprettyinpink replied to your photoset “Lucie: You just want me to change your haircolour? You’re sure that...”

Savageeeee��

aren’t we all thinking it? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

my-simension replied to your photoset “ffs nate”

hahaha

blurrypxls replied to your photoset “ffs nate”

Me with life

lmao same

hollywood3015 replied to your photoset

So cute

he is >u<

madisonprettyinpink replied to your photoset “The next day… Evan: Nathan steals the blankets.”

He looks so happy. What happened last night??? Lemme stop��

madeyesims replied to your photoset “Nathan: Anyways bro, we don’t have any spare beds, so we’ll have to...”

yes.... no homo........... v straight..................... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

deletedladdersanddoors replied to your photoset “Nathan: Anyways bro, we don’t have any spare beds, so we’ll have to...”

2 bros, chillin in the same bed, a few inches apart cus they are gay!

jackssims replied to your photoset “Nathan: Anyways bro, we don’t have any spare beds, so we’ll have to...”

"No homo" ��

vkthesims4 replied to your photoset “Nathan: Anyways bro, we don’t have any spare beds, so we’ll have to...”

" no homo"

ARE YOU GUYS GONNA BE ANGRY WITH ME IF I TELL YOU THAT THEY AREN’T GONNA BE TOGETHER? IM SORRY NO ACTUAL HOMO WITH THESE BROS

my-simension replied to your photoset “Nathan: How am I losing?! Evan: I don’t know what I’m doing, but it...”

So nice to see your colorful pics! :D

Thank you!!! The mmbc sure gets a bit boring with the colours, ahah!

deletedladdersanddoors replied to your photoset “Nathan: How am I losing?! Evan: I don’t know what I’m doing, but it...”

Me constantly

hashtag relatable

deletedladdersanddoors replied to your photoset “Nathan: Oh, there you are! Hi! ???: Hey, Nathan!”

Whowhowhowho

deletedladdersanddoors replied to your photoset “Nathan: You’re Evan, right? Evan Foster! Evan: Yeah! And you’re the...”

Presh boi

i’ll let you answer your own question. Evan is a presh boyo

davidmont replied to your photoset “Juliette has taken up sculpting!”

oh god that's impressive+

let’s see if we can master this skill too?

madeyesims replied to your photoset “The sun rises over Twinbrook (and a new Meadows queue)”

YAAAAAAASSSSSS

amespixels replied to your photoset “The sun rises over Twinbrook (and a new Meadows queue)”

Yay!!! Was just thinking about this save earlier =)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i’m so happy that you guys are excited for my meadows queues!

BLUSH REPLIES

my-simension replied to your photo “BMMBC Maybe Babies - Chalina Calaca - berriesandbrownsugar Edwin and...”

Cute! :)

madisonprettyinpink replied to your photo “BMMBC Maybe Babies - Chalina Calaca - berriesandbrownsugar Edwin and...”

Their adorableeeee

Looks like their mom, Chalina! :D

sevenleafsimblr replied to your photoset “Viridian: Oh Em. You have been hurt so much. Viridian: Instead of...”

��

1. would be lovely if these emojis actually showed up on my computer 2. they’re crying emojis for anyone who also can’t see them. 3. same.

cosysimmer replied to your photoset “Neptune: Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot Guess what? I’m not a...”

YASSSS MARINA, great choice my dudes

jackssims replied to your photoset “Neptune and Emerald: Guess what? I am not a robot Guess what? I am not...”

Is this Marina? Because I love Marina

i love marina!!! you can probably expect more of her songs, if i do more karaoke.

bountifulberries replied to your photoset “Neptune: Up for a little karaoke? You pick a song!”

Aw he would so do this

bountifulberries replied to your photoset “Neptune: Welcome to the alien family! Shaka brah!”

AWWWW

neptune is a sweetheart <3

littlemissylissamel replied to your photoset “Chalina: Oh? This isn’t the happy ending I had hoped for, but… *gasp*...”

Aahhh my poor sweet child....At least she's happy...I'm sad and my heart is also Warmed

She’s okay now! At least she get to experience the afterlife that she is so interested in, even if that means that she isn’t in the mmbc anymore. (i am also Sad to see her go)

berrycutesims replied to your photo

really

really. uh, idk what you mean, but really really.

sevenleafsimblr replied to your photoset “Chalina: Oh? This isn’t the happy ending I had hoped for, but… *gasp*...”

��

1. even more intense crying emojis now 2. me too pal

cosysimmer replied to your post “Episode 9 - Hop, Stab, and Jump - End Notes”

Rosalie why ;A;

yikes, she needs to stop arguing with people

madisonprettyinpink replied to your photoset “???: Ah! Help me, somebody please— *thud* ???: Oh that’s a lot of...”

Hell yesss

questionable thing to say hell yes to, but i’ll take it.

cosysimmer replied to your photoset “*Tap starts running* *humming* *door opens* ???: Hm? Oh, it’s just...”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

TIME 4 DEATH

my-simension replied to your photoset “Halcyon: OH SHIT”

my-simension replied to your photoset “First to fall off: Lavender! Lavender: Oh- ouch!”

lol

this is the best challenge i have done so far. it’s amazing material for pictures.

madisonprettyinpink replied to your photoset “The last four! Bay, Rosalie, Felicity and Jeremy!”

Yesssss

madisonprettyinpink replied to your photoset “Rosalie: *highpitched screech*”

I know y'all see felicity��

do we have a felicity fan??

madisonprettyinpink replied to your photoset “Viridian: Today’s challenge is simple and, hopefully, fun! There’s a...”

Just noticed this on my dash��

hello from your dash, lmao

bountifulberries replied to your photoset “Chalina: AAAAAAAAAH?! I’M FALLING TO MY DEATH!”

I like that we can see Neptune mid-Tumble in the background

there he goes

bountifulberries replied to your photoset “Neptune: Oh no, I’m not going down on the hard ground, im not going,...”

NOW IM LYIN ON THE COLD HARD GROUND

*GOAT SCREAM*

amespixels replied to your photoset “Halcyon: OH SHIT”

These all look so dramatic xD I love it!

bountifulberries replied to your photoset “Viridian: Today’s challenge is simple and, hopefully, fun! There’s a...”

I like it I like it

i recommend this challenge to everyone, please do it, it’s so fun and dramatic and simple

bountifulberries replied to your photoset “it’s them boys”

This is amazing I hope they do start a boy band

Them Boys, with their first album “Help Us We’re Stuck In A MMBC”

experimentalsims replied to your photoset “Lavender: I just saw Melanite eat something from the ground! Rosalie:...”

Lol. gossip

the gossip goes around when you’re living this close together i guess

bountifulberries replied to your photoset “Jeremy: Viridian? I, uh… have something, or rather someone to show...”

BUT WHAT IF JEREMY DIES. PHOEBE WILL HAVE NO DAD

STOP THE KILLING FOR PHOEBES SAKE

jackssims replied to your photoset “Jeremy: Don’t worry Phoebe. You were born in the middle of a horrible...”

I'm pretty sure this is the first MMBC Baby (at least that I know of). New Grounds

Phoebe Ronchi, First MMBC Baby Ever... Maybe

sevenleafsimblr replied to your photoset “Lavender and Bailey both witnessed the birth, and aren’t quite sure...”

anyway i might have missed the whole birth until i get screenshots but congratulations jeremy :')

congrats jeremy!

jackssims replied to your photoset “Lavender and Bailey both witnessed the birth, and aren’t quite sure...”

I don't think Jeremy was expecting it either tbh

were anyone expecting this? i wasn’t

sevenleafsimblr replied to your photoset “Lavender and Bailey both witnessed the birth, and aren’t quite sure...”

whys so much of this queue marked as sensitive jfc

tumblr hates me and probably also bc of the amount of words relating to death

jackssims replied to your photoset “Jeremy: Wha- Argh!”

��

simsandthensome replied to your photoset “Jeremy: Wha- Argh!”

FINALLY :D

sevenleafsimblr replied to your photoset “Jeremy: Wha- Argh!”

OOOOOOOHHHHHHH

1. that’s supposed to be eye emojis 2. BABY

blurrypxls replied to your photoset “Viridian: Here’s the poll results. Um, it’s best if you just see it...”

Someone really has it in for her

blurrypxls replied to your photoset “Viridian: Here’s the poll results. Um, it’s best if you just see it...”

What the fuck Felicity

blurrypxls replied to your photoset “Emerald: Come on, Felicity! You got 16 votes in the last poll? At...”

Feli nooo

it’s going downhill for Felicity, sadly :/

jackssims replied to your photoset “Meanwhile, in the other bedroom… Jeremy: What is happening to me..?”

He Bigg

thicc

davidmont replied to your photoset “Episode 7 - Tempt Fate”

yeeee my favorite is still there!!

not if your favourite is Raven... :(

MISC. REPLIES

sevenleafsimblr replied to your post “Simblr either or: 1-9??”

gdi this contains both the numbers i sent

oops

futurecarrie replied to your post “nobody cares but....” I felt lukewarm about Kazuichi tbh, but I can see where the love comes from

jackssims replied to your post “nobody cares but....”

I love Kazuichi too tf`

i am BURNING HOT for kazuichi, so yeah i had to freak out for a bit. also hi fellow kazuichi lover, we are too few.

smile-beautifuly replied to your photo

I've noticed that anything that has the word dead in it gets tagged

smile-beautifuly replied to your photo

Or flagged I guess

experimentalsims replied to your photo

I think when you use certain words it triggers safemode like murder kill death shooting. It was happening to me on almost every single draft so I changed my words. I haven't figured out what else triggers it.

yeah, that’s probably it, but idk how to get around using words like that for a mmbc. unless i need to start saying that chalina got stabby-stabbied and raven got CRONCHED. yeah let’s just stick with using the word murder.

blurrypxls replied to your post “mmbc queue”

Idk if i mentioned this in our convo the other day but for some reason safe mode doesn't work on my phone?? Which is weird because such posts don't show up on my ipad and desktop

u sneaky! >_>

sevenleafsimblr replied to your photoset

why is tumblr censoring half of an episode literally called Bright and Pure

once again, tumblr hates me.

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clearslime · 7 years

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Ahhh now I'm nostalgic. I want to play it but I don't have a wii anymore :( I hope you have fun playing it! I remember my first experience with the game was watching a let's play and I really loved it and then I got it as a birthday present and god I was so attached to that game lol. I just. Remember being so happy.! Have you played the other paper mario games ? I like super paper mario but ttyd will always have a special place in my heart -ttyd anon

aw anon you could always emulate it like I’m gonna! I lost my physical copy a long time ago and they’re so expensive nowadays so I don’t really have a choice :( I also watched a let’s play of it before I played it! I think it was chuggaaconroy’s? he was cool a long time ago lol.

I never finished super paper mario because of life stuff but I have paper mario 64 on a rom as well and I tested it out the other night! it’s so much fun

#I'm gonna wait to get the new laptop before I play it fully but I like it so far!!#mod z #anon #letters #not stim

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delightfully-daisy · 7 years

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CHARACTER SHEET: DAISY AUDREY ELOISE CANARD

And she's been living on the highest shelf... Oh, and they come unstuck Lady, running down to the riptide Taken away to the dark side

[TW: sexual assault mentions; eating disorder mentions]

STATS

Birthday: 14 January 1995

Hogwarts House (Primary): Ravenclaw

Hogwarts House (Secondary): Hufflepuff

Myers-Briggs: ESFJ

Enneagram: Type 3

Height: 5’4

BACKGROUND OVERVIEW

Mother: Lilian Ophelia Marie Harcourt Canard

Father: Jacques Didier Canard

Mother’s Occupation: lawyer—business law

Father’s Occupation: stockbrocker

Family Finances: quite wealthy—combination of old money on both ends, as well as parents’ own ambitions and finances

Birth Order: middle child

Siblings: Nicolas Etienne Jeannot Canard (24); Andre Leon Charles Canard (19)

Other Close Family: Aunt Cecile on her dad’s side (who has a girlfriend and is like super cool and a movie producer); she has another aunt on that side who has two kids her and Nic’s ages but I don’t have my notebook on hand so I cant look up their names oh well; Lilian is an only child

Best Friend: Clarke

Other Friends: Annette Grant, Hermes Petros, Toulouse Bonfamille, Stanley Schell, Abby and Tabitha

Enemies: Tito? Lol she thinks so :C

Pets: a cat named Sabrina! Her family also has two dogs named Gigi and Fifi

Home Life During Childhood: her parents were both very busy, but she and her siblings were very close and her dad made a huge insistence on family time when they were together; to this day they have a designated week in late July and winter where they go on vacations together; she’s very close with Nic and her dad; Andre can be a bit of a brat; she clashed with her mother a bit growing up but she’s starting to understand her more

Town or City Name(s): Paris, France

What Did Her Bedroom Look Like: very nice and spacious, big windows with a nice view, she has a canopy bed, everything is in pastel colors, lots of whites and pinks—nothing too loud, everything soft like a Rococo painting, a big walk-in closet, a nicely lit vanity, the artwork in there is carefully selected, everything has its place

Any Sports or Clubs: did newspaper also probably a creative writing club; used to fence and do ballet, but quite around 13/14 years old

Favorite Toy or Game: loved paper dolls

Schooling: one last semester at Pride U; probably did some pretty expensive private school in Paris

Favorite Subject: Composition, Art History

Popular or Loner: Popular!

Important Experiences or Events: was sexually assaulted at 17, her then-boyfriend lied about it and harassed her for months after

Health Problems: undiagnosed anxiety, lowkey makes herself throw up after eating sometimes also

Culture: French

Religion and beliefs: Raised Catholic, she wants to believe in a benevolent God but does not really like the Catholic church; she wants to believe in the goodness of people

PERSONALITY

Bad Habits: worries, limits her food intake a lot haha, has a tendency to keep her emotions inside before lashing out, cries a lot

Good Habits: uh, organized, keeps up with her fitness, ambitious, kind-hearted (in her own way), stylish

Best Characteristic: determined—once she sets her mind on something or someone, she will not quit

Worst Characteristic: scared—her number one limitation in life is that she is too scared to take chances/take risks/do anything without security

Worst Memory: the whole sexual assault thing and also the night she broke up with Tito

Best Memory: oh gosh, probably getting her bike back

Proud of: not much lol, uh maybe her fashion sense, she’s like really insecure though and attributes all her successes to other factors, poor bby

Embarrassed by: e v e r y t h I ng have you seen how much this girl blushes

Driving Style: she’s a fantastic driver—fast, daring, drives stick-shift in heels, cuts tight corners on her motorcycle, she’s fab, best driver of my characters (except maybe for Eva, but that’s cuz Eva has heightened reflexes lol); does have a tendency to speed, but doesn’t do it except on isolated roads

Strong Points: determined, hard working, kind-hearted, stylish

Temperament: gosh im not sure its like a mix of sanguine and melancholic

Attitude: outwardly, confident and determined; inwardly, really fuckin’ anxious and insecure about everything

Weakness: she’s so insecure and not good with criticism and she’s soft little flower it is easy to crush her

Fears: everything—not being good enough is the main one though

Phobias: see above lol

Secrets: not too open about the whole sexual assault thing for obvious reasons, also he like harassed her for months afterwards

Regrets: every romantic relationship she’s ever had because it makes her seem stupid and heartless and foolish

Feels Vulnerable When: uh always? When she’s being emotional, tbh, since she’s been told to restrict that

Pet Peeves: people who assume she’s dumb, people who assume she’s shallow

Conflicts: oh gosh where to begin—the fact that she wants the world to be this good, ideal place where she has the ability to help it, but the reality that class differences/prejudices in other areas are very real and very hard to overcome; her own desire to do more with her life, but knowing that rejecting her family’s values would not be good, and she really loves her family; navigating being a soft woman in a world that otherwise respects hard, sharp ones

Motivation: She wants to be successful and to make a change in the world.

Short Term Goals and Hopes: Graduate, get a good job somewhere in a big city.

Long Term Goals and Hopes: Rise to the top of her career, hopefully get married at one point.

Sexuality: bisexual

Exercise Routine: goes to spin class three times a week, does a barre class twice a week, weight training the other days, very committed exercise schedule

Day or Night Person — Day.

Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert.

Optimist or Pessimist — Pessimist, though she tries to be optimistic to other people.

LIKES AND STYLES

Music: girly pop, MUSICALS—she’s a huge musical gal, sings in the shower all the time. Loves taylor swift, knows that its problematic to love taylor swift, but does so in that well #feminism way that’s also lowkey problematic ahaha. Her iTunes is mostly musicals and pop and some classical music too, she likes ballet music.

Books: classics and romance novels; also some trashy YA romance; went through a John Green phase in her high school years; her favourite book is The Bell Jar. She also reads those like “Oprah Book of the Month” club books and enjoys them. Gets most of her reading list from bestsellers lists.

Magazines: VOGUE aka the Bible; also Cosmo and Marie Claire and other high-fashion magazines; whatever the French equivalent of Time is, but also Time; started a subscription to the New Yorker whilst she was in NYC and keeps up with it

Foods: has a sweet tooth—loves chocolate. Chocolate-covered strawberries are her favorite. She thinks she can handle spicy, but she can’t really.

Drinks: Margaritas are her cocktail of choice; she loves champagne and lattes

Animals: cats! Also she loves swans and thinks its so romantic that they mate for life, but she won’t admit that lol

Sports: follows Formula One racing tbh and also fencing

Social Issues: Feminism! (she’s like lowkey a bit of a white feminist) Magick Rights! (lowkey also a bit of a problematic activist in everything; she’s trying though) Also involved in environmental issues!! (she works on a turtle fund thing with Stan)

Favorite Saying: “I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.” – Audrey Hepburn

Color: Pink!! Any and all shades! Also likes a nice rose-gold. Fond of pastel colors in decorating.

Clothing: Has a very classy, preppy style; lots of skirts and blazers; usually always in heels; most everything is designer and high-end; she takes pride in her style; she also dresses more on the conservative end, but does own a few sexier pieces

Jewelry: very classy, never overdoes herself with jewelry; simple pendants and studs

Games: played the Sims a lot, played racing games with her brothers, Mario Kart fan too

Websites: Instagram—also has a finsta bc she’s hip; tumblr; Pinterest

TV Shows: Downton Abbey, Sex and the City

Movies: The Devil Wears Prada!! (Also Titanic)

Greatest Want: To be successful and make a difference in the world

Greatest Need: To overcome her fears

CURRENTLY

Home: lives in Castle Suites in a very luxurious one-bedroom flat

Household furnishings: everything is impeccably decorated, lots of pastels and golds, there’s a big window in the living room (which has like white furniture and soft lights everywhere, big white rug on the floor, lots of throw pillows), her room has a big bed with lots of pillows and her closet is organized by type of clothes and colour

Favorite Possession: her car

Most Cherished Possession: her motorcycle

Married Before: Nope.

Significant Other Before: Tito (rip); asshole French boyfriend, Michel

Children: n/a

Relationship with Family: huge Daddy’s girl, but Daddy is also very busy and not super around all the time and she doesn’t really confide in him; very close to older brother, Nic, sometimes they feel like they are the only people in the world they can trust; younger brother has a strained relationship bc he can be kinda douche but they love each other; relationship with mother is---complicated, they are very similar and often butt heads because of their differences though and Lilian thinks she knows what’s best etc etc and Daisy is just starting to see her mom in a new light

Car: BMW, she also has a motorcycle

Career: journalism student, editor-in-chief of campus magazine: Social

Dream Career: editor in chief of a fashion magazine that also has like a huge philanthropy side

Dream Life: said career, has not given much thought to the like actual life part of it, but ideally she’d like to be married to the love of her life and have two kids as well

Love Life: uh imma get back to you on that

Hobbies : reading, dancing (she loves dancing), driving, sketching fashions, cleaning (lol), amateur baker, used to be a fencer, writing (she used to write short stories but has not in a while)

Guilty Pleasure : those trashy Harlequin romance novels….

Sports or Clubs: Social, PrideU’s premier campus lifestyle magazine; probably involved in like journalism clubs

Talents or Skills : she’s a great dancer and a fantastic driver; also a good writer

Intelligence Level : she is great auditory learner, very sharp and quick to pick up what she listens too; writes the best out of my characters; reads a lot too; not great at sciences or math, but she tries her best and the hard work pays off; a fan of history, but only as it relates to cultural stuff (wars bore her); the most emotionally aware of others of my characters, can read people well

Finances: wealthy—parents are wealthy each from their individual families and from their own careers, pay for their children

#about #today is a daisy day i feel like ive neglected my beb #character sheet #this is the best i could do gif wise

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let's be honest

1) name: michael

2) age: 15

3) three fears: attractive people, blushing, and being forgotten

4) three things i love: being on the phone having an amusing conversation even if the topic is stupid, i love eyes and their colors, and listening/watching a thunderstorm.

5) four turn ons: biting my bottom lip, having the person on my lap grinding, heavy breathing, SOMETIMES sexting.

6) four turn offs: talking too much about your ex, talking shit about your ex, bad breath, poor hygiene.

7) my best friend: i have like… three.

8) sexual orientation: pansexual

9) best first date: going to the movies

10) my height: five foot four inches

11) what do i miss: wendy’s

12) what time was i born: idk how ik this but i was born at 4:12 pm

13) favorite color: blue or black

14) do i have a crush: yes

15) favorite quote: “i don’t need a piece of paper saying i succeeded, i just need food.” ~ shane dawson

16) favorite place: my bed

17) favorite food: ramen

18) do i use sarcasm: EVERY CHANCE I GET

19) what am i listening to right now: certain things by james arthur

20) first things i notice in a person: eyes

21) shoe size: 8 men

22) eye color: hazel

23) hair color: brown but it gets lighter in the summer

24) favorite style of clothing: grunge clothing can be cool, but i also like basic clothes, idk i’m boring

25) ever done a prank call: yes, that was my childhood

26) meaning behind my url: it’s literally my first name, middle initial, then last name

27) favorite movie: mr. nobody, it doesn’t make any sense until the very end

28) favorite song: can i be him by james arthur

29) favorite band: maroon 5

30) how i feel right now: kind of lonely, excited but upset that i have to leave soon

31) someone i love: all three of my best friends

32) my current relationship status: taken

33) my relationship with my parents: i have a pretty good life with my mom and stepdad, my bio dad kind of gave up on me because i’m trans and my stepdad took his place

34) favorite holiday: christmas

35) tattoos and piercings i have: none atm

36) tattoos and piercings i want: i kind of want sleeves, i want some of my dad’s tattoos, and for piercings… i’m not really a huge fan, i kind of want a tongue piercing and maybe an industrial bar.

37) reason i joined tumblr: oh boy… i stan ryan stalvey so i decided i wanted to see what tumblr’s about, and i got sucked in, i’m on this more than all of my other apps.

38) do me and my last ex hate each other: oh god no, we’re on great terms

39: do i ever get good morning or good night texts: yes

40) have i ever kissed the last person i texted: almost

41) when did i last hold hands: i have no fucking clue

42) how long does it take me to get ready in the morning: like fifteen minutes, because i skip breakfast

43) have i shaved my legs within the last three days: lmao i haven’t shaved my legs in like a year

44) where am i right now: in my room

45) if i were drunk and can’t stand, who’d help me: my dd

46) do i like my music loud or at a reasonable level: i used to blast my music in my headphones but i started to lose hearing so i like it at a reasonable level

47) do i live with my mom AND dad: no, my parents divorced when i was barely two, i live with my mom

48) am i excited for anything: well i’m waiting on my sixteenth birthday so that i can start taking testosterone

49) do i have someone of the opposite sex/gender i can tell everything to: yes

50) how often do i wear a fake smile: i don’t even attempt to fake a smile, i have a plain expression most of the time

51) when was the last time i hugged someone: last friday, the 23rd??

52) what if the last person i kissed were to kiss someone else in front of me: they’re dead to me, i’d never talk to him again

53) is there anyone i trust even though I shouldn’t: i have trust issues so i either believe you or don’t

54) what is something i disliked about today: coming inside sweating my ass off because i mowed the lawn

55) if i could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be: the new dog my dad got but eeeee

56) what do i think about the most: food

57) what’s my strangest talent: i once picked up a quarter with my toes

58) do i have any strange phobias: if i blush and someone comments on it i get very defensive and embarrassed, and i’m also afraid of talking to people i find attractive, i either stutter a lot or have way too much confidence.

59) do i prefer to be behind or in front of the camera: behind!

60) what was the last lie i told: i’m almost done with my summer projects

61) do i prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online: i like facetime even though i’m on pause a lot of the time

62) do i believe in ghosts/aliens: not ghosts, but i do believe in aliens

63) do i believe in magic: no because i know how it works

64) do i believe in luck: not really

65) what’s the weather like right now: hot as fuck

66) what was the last book i’ve read: history of the world in six glasses

67) do i like the smell of gasoline: not really

68) do i have any nicknames: mike, mikey, meekle (i hate that one), and monkey but only my mom can call me that

69) what was the worst injury i’ve ever had: i’ve been stabbed, i have the scar on my stomach and i have no idea how i lived

70) do i save money or spend it: depends on how much i have

71) can i touch my nose with my tongue: no

72) is there anything pink within ten feet of me: no

73) favorite animal: cat

74) what was i doing last night at 12 am: playing mario bros on the wii

75) what do i think satan’s last name is: what kind of question is this… idfk

76) what’s a song that always makes me happy when i hear it: every song puts me in my feelings, not really happy feelings, but idk

77) how can you win my heart: buy me food

78) what would i want written on my tombstone: game over in pixelated letters

79) what’s my favorite word: fuck

80) my top five blogs on tumblr: ryan stalvey, his boyfriend, my friend’s blog, my boyfriend’s blog, and ryan’s nsfw blog

81) if the whole world were listening to me right now what would i say: get your shit together

82) do i have any relatives in jail: not that i know of

83) what super power would i chose: teleportation so i don’t have to worry about getting rides or paying for gas in the future

84) what would be a question i’d be afraid to tell the truth on: when i’m in the doctor’s office and they ask if i’m a virgin or if i’m sexually active and my mom’s in the room, i lie every single time

85) what’s my current desktop picture: i don’t have a computer but my phone’s screensaver is a grid of crystals

86) had sex: yup

87) bought condoms: yup

88) gotten pregnant: nope

89) failed a class: nope

90) kissed a boy: yes

91) kissed a girl: yes

92) have i ever kissed someone in the rain: not sure on that one

93) had a job: NO, I’M TRYING TO GET ONE BUT THE PLACE IS BEING DIFFICULT AS FUCK

94) left the house without my wallet: yeah

95) bullied someone on the internet: no, i’m not that shallow

96) had sex in public: oh god no

97) played on a sports team: yes

98) smoked weed: yup

99) did drugs: yeah?

100) smoked cigarettes: never have never will

101) drank alcohol: yes

102) am i a vegetarian or a vegan: HELL no

103) been overweight: practically my whole life

104) been underweight: nope

105) been to a wedding: yes

106) been on the computer for five hours straight: yeah

107) watched tv for five hours straight: yeah

108) been outside my home country: yes

109) gotten my heart broken: smh yeah but i did it to myself

110) been to a professional sports game: yes

111) broken a bone: no

112) cut myself: djfkwmdtkwo

113) been to prom: 8th grade prom

114) been on an airplane: yes

115) been in a helicopter: no

116) what concerts have i been two: p!nk the truth about love

117) had a crush on someone of the same sex: yes

118) learned/learning a new language: yes, spanish

119) wore make up: unfortunately

120) lost my virginity before i was eighteen: unfortunately

121) had/given oral sex: yes

122) dyed my hair: yes

123) voted in a presidential election: nah because all the candidates are trash now, but i was too young to vote for obama both terms

124) rode in an ambulance: yeah

125) had a surgery: not yet

126) met someone famous: yes

127) stalked someone on social media: yup

128) peed outside: yup

129) been fishing: yes

130) helped with charity: yeah but i hated it because the people were old and rude

131) been rejected by a crush: ohhh yeahhh it sucked

132) broken a mirror: no

133) what i want for my birthday: to start cross hormone therapy

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*MUSIC SYMBOL THO*

♫ – five times my muse swears it’s nota date and the one time it maybe is.— @sycophanticvisionary

1. CINEMA

“Just pick one.”

“I don’t know? I’m still thinking.”

“Look, it’s not that hard. You’re over-complicating it.”

“I’m just not sure.”

“Ryan, if you don’t choose, I’m going to choose for you.”

“All right, all right, gimme a minute, will you?!”

Easy for Joe to say; these are his selections. After process of elimination, the remaining films limit two in the same genre: Goodfellas or The Godfather III. Why is he not surprised this is something Joe likes? Ryan’s never been into gangster movies himself—someone has to force him to watch the first Godfather actually—so maybe he’s stalling on purpose, even though the line behind him is getting antsy.

“Sir, you need to make your choice soon. You’re holding up the line,” the box office clerk wheedles impatiently.

He wants to reject both options, if only because Ryan really wants to see Total Recall, but Joe isn’t a Schwarzenegger fan [how is that even possible? He’s amazing as Conan the barbarian]. Part of him wants to see Edward Scissorhands because that’s a unique concept and Nightmare Before Christmas is bizarre in a good way, even if as a kid Ryan finds it scary. But whatever, he has to decide, otherwise not only will people be pissed, Joe will probably walk out on him.

“Two for The Godfather.” It takes all his willpower not to sigh.

Glancing at Joe, the small smile on his lips tells Ryan he chooses well. That makes him smile in turn as they head to the snack bar.

“What do you want to eat?” he hears Joe ask, though he shrugs.

“You decide. I’m pretty cheap.”

Joe doesn’t argue, just orders them a combo popcorn and fishes for his wallet. It occurs to Ryan that Joe’s paying for everything and that makes his face hot with embarrassment. Does that mean—?

“Is this a date?” Ryan blurts.

It stills Joe from handing over a twenty-dollar bill, his eyes slowly sliding towards Ryan. Ryan swallows nervously, staring back with what he doesn’t realize is anticipated hope.

“No.”

Joe turns away to gather napkins as Ryan stands, deflated, watching. He doesn’t enjoy the movie as much as Joe does.

2. BOWLING ALLEY

Ryan’s probably never laughed as much as he had since getting out of prison, but witnessing someone as tall as Joe MacMillan try to toss a giant heavy ball down a laminated aisle and miss is ridiculously priceless. More than likely Joe doesn’t appreciate being the butt of the joke, but can’t say he doesn’t laugh either whenever Ryan misses a strike out—which isn’t a lot. He practically grows up on this game thanks to his dad’s company team. Ryan knows how to roll a ball before he knows keystrokes.

So, yes, it’s a little unfair he asks Joe to verse him, knowing the advantage he has, but it feels nice to be good at something again, especially against Joe MacMillan, a man who is seemly flawless at what he puts his mind to, regardless of skill level. [Ryan has seen the man’s code, and while it’s like looking at the aftermath of a wild keg party, there’s still some gold nuggets that can make a decent brewery. He may never be great at it, but he’s not unteachable.] When they decide to pause in Joe’s losing streak—he laughs again at the typical-wounded-ego pout on his face—they stop for a pizza break. Ryan carries a tray over with their huge slices and styrofoam soda cups; the one with the hot-pink crazy-straw indicates Ryan’s Dr. Pepper and the cup with lots of ice is Joe’s Coke. The fries they split. Ryan dunks his in too much ketchup, makes a mess of his shirt, and Joe just looks at him with fond exasperation when he gets more napkins.

“Do you still think you’re capable of beating me?” Ryan taunts through a grin and half a mouthful of pizza. “I mean, I gotta admit, you got spunk. Don’t think that’s good enough though.”

Joe scoffs goodnaturedly. “You’re sure of yourself. Don’t get cocky, Ryan—”

“Too late!”

“―You might be surprised. I could suddenly win this and you wouldn’t even see it coming.” Joe’s steady, self-assured voice causes doubt in any other situation but this one. Ryan’s heard it a few times when they’ve spent hours and days looking for something before finding NSFNet. That tone marks the man’s determination as well as an ace hidden up his sleeve.

Not that Ryan heeds it. There’s no way Joe can turn this around in time. There’s a little over thirty minutes of the game left and Ryan’s ahead by twenty-two. He stuffs the rest of his cheese pizza in his mouth, devours it, and slurps down more Dr. Pepper, shaking his head. “That doesn’t scare me, Joe. You’re all talk.” Ryan smirks. “C’mon, prove it.”

He’s not exactly prepared for that look Joe gives. Like he’s said the wrong thing, or maybe the right thing, to put that fire in his gaze; the way he stands so abruptly just screams You’ll regret that. Ryan watches a little dumbfounded as Joe steps into the little sitting area, food forgotten, then takes a minute to peruse particular bowling balls. He ends up choosing a shiny black one, as if it’s an enlarged 8-ball. It’s a surprise when Joe walks up, stands perfectly still, but suddenly executes a perfect throw with just the right amount of leverage and twist that sends the ball gliding across the lane, knocking down the white pins forming a Greek Church.

For a dumb moment, Ryan has the impression of pillars of an old god’s temple being destroyed by Joe MacMillan: a cannon ball come to wreck a false way of life.

The next half hour plays out similarly. Joe keeps nailing his shots over and over until he’s caught up to Ryan, who hasn’t said a word to joke or laugh at Joe’s expense. He realizes how easily he’s been played, that Joe is going easy on him earlier, and that miffs him the slightest bit. But in the end it’s Ryan who wins; as good as Joe apparently is at bowling, Ryan’s better.

“That was fun,” Joe announces on the drive home. “We should do it again sometime.”

“Yeah, sure,” Ryan answers, distracted, with his attention out of the window. He may still be a little bitter at how Joe played him. So he isn’t expecting the hand on his arm that gains his attention on the man driving instead.

“Hey, you okay?”

The concern in Joe’s words melt whatever ire builds. Coupled with that glance of caring worry behind horn-rimmed glasses, Ryan simply smiles and shrugs it off. “Yeah, I’m good, I’m good. We’re good.”

Joe smiles, small and delicate, and nods. “Good. Let’s play again sometime,” he encourages.

“It’s a date,” Ryan agrees mindlessly.

Joe’s smile doesn’t waver, but his eyes close off. He looks back at the road ahead, stepping on the pedal once the light turns green.

3. PARTY

Ryan’s two hours deep in Mortal Kombat, the joystick of his Nintendo 64 in danger of snapping from how vigorously he jerks it left and right, but he can’t care about that now, so close to K.O.-ing a FATALITY on Rain’s flamboyant, Japanese-purple-poncho, black death mask wearing ass. Ryan didn’t unlock Smoke as a character just to have him look pretty with his long white hair and mysticism. He’s been glued to the console ever since he buys it for himself as an early birthday present. Not even his brand new Microsoft PC has steered him from fighting fictional assassins and ninjas designed by America’s greatest video game developers.

It’s Joe’s fault anyway.

“Fault” as if Ryan’s mad—hardly. The day Joe hands this gem over in neat red wrapping paper, Ryan swears he falls in love. After replaying [and beating] Super Mario five times, he’s in need of something new; Joe delivers.

Speaking of Joe, a shrill ringing interrupts his gameplay in time for Smoke to land the finishing blow. “Yes!” Ryan praises, leaping up with arms shooting high the same moment Smoke does a victory taunt. Adrenaline plants a wide grin on his lips and he pats the wall for his phone blindly, but eventually grasps it. “Hello?” he breathes, not quite over his excitement.

“Ryan? It’s Joe.”

“Joe? Hey, man, perfect timing! I just killed it on Mortal Kombat!”

“Mortal Kombat?” Joe is genuinely confused. Figures.

“Yeah, Mortal Kombat, it’s that game you bought me a few weeks ago. For my birthday,” he tacks on just in case he really has forgotten.

“Right, I remember. I’m glad to know you’re liking it so much. Listen, can you do me a favor? I wouldn’t ask if I had somebody else, but—”

“What is it, Joe? It’s not like you to stall.”

There’s a pause, and Ryan imagines Joe’s debating telling him never mind and hanging up, but he’s happy he doesn’t. “There’s this thing I have to go to for Gordon. Business party. A lot of investors will be there—I need someone to come with me.”

“Like a date?”

“No, nothing like that. It looks bad if I go alone.” Joe is too quick to dismiss the idea, but what else is new. It no longer hurts Ryan’s feelings.

But he does chuckle to hide his scoff. “You don’t think showing up with a guy will look bad?” Ryan points out incredulously. He realizes how bad that sounds though. “Not that I have a problem with it, just—”

“Will you go with me or not?” Joe demands sharply, his voice like a cold knife.

“Sure, yeah, yeah, I’ll go. Sure. Look, I’m sorry if I—”

“Great. I’ll pick you up a six o’clock. Wear something nice.”

The line goes dead. Ryan feels like shit for putting his foot in his mouth and he knows he’s going to make it up to Joe somehow. Over the years the guy’s gotten a little more sensitive about his sexuality, the AIDS epidemic startling him into awareness and caution. Of course Joe’s never taken lightly to cracks about the gay community. Sometimes he can be downright vicious defending it.

Before Ryan has long to mope about his carelessness, he checks the clock. It’s four minutes from 5:00 PM and Joe doesn’t live far. Whatever remorse Ryan feels gets replaced by panicked annoyance at classic Joe MacMillan expecting him to break his neck getting ready in a small window of time. Ryan flicks off his television, then hops over his couch to rush down the hall towards his bedroom, shirking clothes as he goes.

He’s proud of himself when he opens the door to Joe exactly at 6:00, dressed in a starch white button-up, open maroon blazer, and black slacks. The contrast of deep red truly makes his skin glow copper. The way Joe looks him up and down slowly only adds to Ryan’s conceit. It doesn’t even diminish when Joe reaches forward to fix his black bowtie before half-smiling at Ryan. They’ll make quite the pair: Joe also looks dapper in his silver-white three-piece suit, his skin freshly scrubbed clean to give a polished peach gleam. Ryan forgets all about how much he hates parties and whether Joe admits it or not, he tries not to focus on the fact it feels very much like a date.

Ryan pretends Joe doesn’t.

4. COASTLINE

Joe invites Ryan out to the water with him. He tries to teach him to surf. It’s the first and last time he tries as they learn Ryan is stupendously awful at keeping his balance on a surfboard while the waves are rocking. He probably swallows more sea water than is healthy, but at least he coughs up some of it.

On shore Joe hands Ryan a towel that he gratefully accepts, rubbing his messy soaked hair after he’s squeezed out excessive water onto the sand dampening beneath his bum. These wetsuits make Ryan uncomfortable, a little more conservative about the skin-tight fabric than he’d like to be. He wishes he can be like Joe, who struts around in his wetsuit like he’s born to model them, or even something as simple as rolling the top half of it down, scars on display, just to lay on a towel while the sun warms them both. Joe looks mighty comfortable lounging on his back, hands atop his stomach, while Ryan imitates a drowned cat vigorously trying to groom himself. Instead of his tongue he’s got a terry cloth that’s mostly drenched—not much good for drying anymore.

“I think I’ll leave it to you from now on to be the surfing expert,” Ryan grouses, drawing his knees up to his chest and hugging himself. It’s a silly attempt to heat up faster, but he’ll take what he can get.

Laughing, Joe peeks a bright eye at Ryan. “Come on, you weren’t that bad.”

Ryan snorts, tossing Joe a look as if he’s crazy. “I got booed by a water skier passing by us. I sucked, let’s face it.”

“They were kind of assholes,” Joe argues mildly.

“Those assholes weren’t wrong though,” Ryan insists.

Humming, Joe’s quiet for a second as he thinks it over. He comes to a decision shortly. “I suppose you’re right. You were pretty bad.”

Ryan sits up straighter, raising his chin, and affects a haughty air. “Thank you.”

It makes Joe laugh like he intends, yet they both go quiet afterwards. Joe tips onto his side, eyes closed, the corners of his mouth faintly curl up, Ryan staring at him for a second too long. He doesn’t want to say what this feels like—out loud—for fear of Joe shooting the idea down. Rather than humiliate himself more, Ryan bunkers down next to Joe, a respectable amount of space between them without seeming too intimate nor too distant. He tucks his hands behind his head, well on his way to relaxed. Ryan will just keep it to himself how he considers this outing to be a date as well.

5. ARCADE

Ryan has a hard time believing Joe’s never gone to an arcade to actually play on one of the machines. He knows that’s where he and Cameron almost hooked up and where he recruited her, so it possibly has a sour taste in his mouth, but he chooses a different hotspot—plus, it’s not like Joe’s life revolves around a timeline of B.C. and A.C.: “Before Cameron” and “After Cameron.” At least he hopes not. Sometimes when she’s brought up he gets this erstwhile look, one of whimsical nostalgia, but mostly wistful remembrance. Ryan has been trying since the day Joe offers home and heart to him to help remedy that ache, but it may be impossible.

The most he can do is subdue it, except admittedly this isn’t one of his better suggestions for a date.

No, not date: hangout.

Now Ryan feels bad. “We can go somewhere else if this if this is too weird for you.”

It’s not a shocker that he’s barely able to finish his sentence before Joe turns on his heel and heads back for the car. Ryan jogs after to keep up, but does give some space. Joe seems a little angry, which is probably better than his sadness. Ryan doesn’t know what to do with sad. Anger? That’s easy.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t.”

The ride to Joe’s place is thick with silence. Ryan doesn’t try to talk again, nor after they get inside and Joe handles him a little too roughly when he steers Ryan towards his closed bedroom. In the morning Ryan may have bruises from how tightly Joe holds Ryan’s wrists down or how hard he sinks his teeth in Ryan’s shoulder and he knows for certain he’ll be a little sore sitting because he asks Joe not to hold back [“Just fuck me, Joe. I can handle it.”] and that’s all Joe needs to let himself go and not treat Ryan like some breakable china doll.

In the morning Joe asks Ryan to leave and Ryan does without argument. A couple days later he calls to apologize, regardless if he’s not sure what he’s apologizing for, but Joe accepts it and Ryan feels lighter. Unfortunately they’re both busy after that.

1. DINNER

Obviously he can still be surprised. “You cook?”

Clearly there’s food set out on the table that definitely isn’t store-bought frozen meals or nearby takeout. There’s some flavored rice, what he thinks is cut-up baked fish mixed with vegetables, and cheesy broccoli. A bottle of sweet red wine even stands between two glasses.

“Yes, I can cook. Why do you sound so surprised?” Joe’s a bit insulted.

Ryan ignores it as he peels off his coat. “’Cause I mean, you’re Joe MacMillan! Cooking is so… mundane.” That makes him sound like a douche, doesn’t it? “It’s just—you didn’t strike me as the type to like that sort of thing.”

Joe eyes Ryan critically, his hard stare skeptical, like he may have made a mistake. “You’re right. I don’t really enjoy it. But I thought…” He looks across the set table and examines the placement and food choice subconsciously, his hands on the back of a chair. His fingers tighten nervously. “I thought you might like it.”

“Oh, I do! I really do, you just caught me off guard, is all.” He’s quick to reassure that Joe doesn’t waste his time with this gesture. “This looks great, thanks, man.” Grinning, Ryan moves to take a seat, but is moderately amused when Joe pulls out his chair. Ryan doesn’t comment, simply lowers himself gingerly into the seat, eyes on Joe, full of unasked questions.

He follows suit while he reaches for his napkin and places it on his person properly, treating his dining room as a five-star restaurant. When he looks up at his guest, Ryan scrambles to do the same after a delayed second.

Joe smiles. “I thought we could try a proper date.”

“A date?” Ryan must have misheard.

“A date,” Joe confirms.

Nope, he hears correctly. He’s not sure what to think. “So this is a date then?” he repeats dumbly. It’s hard to believe after Joe denies all the other not-dates they’ve had.

“If you want it to be,” Joe murmurs, peering at Ryan, fixated. He holds his breath.

Understanding how serious this is, Ryan slowly smiles and he notices the tense line of Joe’s shoulders relax as he breathes. “I want it to be. I do, I really do.”

#sycophanticvisionary #.meme { style: drabble; }#{ i will go down with this ship }#{ macray make me macray }#{ also i did the opposite muse saying it wasn't a date 'cause it seems more a joe thing than a ryan thing tbh }#{ hopefully i wrote joe in character. x_x he's a tough one }

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