#again it would be HILARIOUS if i could get it in on the monday so its Halloween that'd be chefs kiss
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hi hello i woke up to an emaillllllllll
guess it sent thru their automatic system bc i got it way outside of business hours which is why i'd stopped checking and didnt see it till today
point is APPARENTLY
IT WORKED. THE NEW DR IS GONNA GHOST-RUN MY HRT THRU THE CRAP DR UNTIL THE NEW YEAR WHEN I CAN TRANSFER MY TREATMENT TO HER OFFICE INSTEAD
it listed the next 3 dates n times they could fit me in (bc its literally a 15-20 min appt max so its nbd *angrily side eyes them for lying and telling me no slots would be available for weeks*) and ONE IS ON MONDAY. THIS MONDAY. 48 HOURS FROM NOW.
it says i have to call as soon as they open monday to claim a slot and if by then it's not available anymore then i'll have to pick a different one but i am gonna be the FIRST mf-ing person on that fuckin phone queue u bet ur ass
cause oh my god. first of all ???? YES, I AM, HOPEFULLY MOST LIKELY GETTING MY FULL HRT STARTED THIS WEEK. 🎉
second of all??? IT WOULD BE SO FUCKING COOL / FUNNY / ON BRAND IF MY OFFICIAL HRT START DATE/ANNIVERSARY WAS ON HALLOWEEN. THAT WOULD BE JUST. SO GOOD LMAO
idk so there's the update y'all. i should hopefully be starting treatment this week thanks to this new doctor's persistence and support. i'm very relieved, esp knowing its just for a few appts until the new year when i can switch over. fuck yes.
(for the inevitable question: no this doesnt erase the legal issues and report being done on my drs office. that will be ongoing. theyre also still witholding other things i need and denying me other services. BUT this?? this they cannae ignore any longer bc now multiple other drs, offices, legal reps and outreach workers have kept their phones ringing off the hook. wouldnt be surprised if the reason theyre giving in now is just to stop me & my backup from annoying the absolute shit out of them tbh. ah well idc why as long as it happens.)
anyway. time for happy dance? yes? lets make it seasonally appropriate
#biggest Hell Yeah to wake up to ngl#yes yes yes the power of intimidation and ruining reputations. works well dont it#gimme that gender juice babey#again it would be HILARIOUS if i could get it in on the monday so its Halloween that'd be chefs kiss#what r u going as for halloween this year? a trans person with human rights.#actually a freshly juiced fruit 😉#but anyway idc what day rly as long as it Does happen this week bc if they try to put anything off again its gonna be a no-go#both from me bc fuck that and from them bc its their excuse to ignore it again#which i will not be allowing :-)))))#i will call all day. i do not care. the one decent receptionist marianne knows me so well by now bc of it#'hi you've reached-' 'it's me again' 'oh hi roan have they Still not called you back?' 'literally mari - when do they ever?'#then theres always a big audible sigh followed by some mumbling along the lines of 'what is wrong w them honestly....'#n then she'll bring the phone back to her face n be all 'i'm very sorry i'm gonna put you straight thru to their line and im gonna mark#it as urgent. and u know what actually im also gonna go knock on their door and tell them to pick it up.' 🤦♂️#poor woman is the only one with a soul working there#gotta respect her for it tho
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Eat Your Young - Chapter One
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Summary: Your return to the city is welcomed by a plague of ritualistic murders. Even in the middle of a murder investigation, you can't help but fall for Agent Doctor Spencer Reid.
Warnings: fluff, Spencer being adorable, mentions of murder, usual cm behaviour
A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this first part! It really is just an introuduction at the moment, and I know irl, the BAU wouldn't be allowed to investigate the case due to conflicts of interest but we move! Please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged, I love you all! xxx
Chapter One
Cold rain lashed itself against your car window as you pulled up outside the Quantico office, the sound of your son playing some zombie killing game in the passenger seat. If there was one thing you were going to miss about Florida it was going to be the endless sunshine and the sweltering heat. When you flashed the visitors pass at security – and after a bit of interrogating – they let you up to the BAU floor.
“There’s my boy,” you heard a voice echo down the hallway.
“Uncle Derek!” Sam grinned as he practically ran into his god father’s arms. Derek grinned as he glanced at up at you, pulling you into a hug.
“Killing loads of zombies, kid?” he asked, ruffling his hair.
Sam nodded and a tall man walked past, glancing down at the video game, “woah! Is that ‘The Collapse?’”
Before Sam could reply, Derek introduced you, “Y/N, this is Spencer Reid, Spence this is Y/N Rossi and her son Sam. I’ve known Y/N since she was in diapers.”
You smiled as Spencer gave you a wave, looking politely startled, “it’s nice to meet you.”
“You too, Rossi as in…” he trailed off and you nodded.
“Yep, David Rossi is my dad,” you glanced at Derek, “I take it he’s on a case?” Derek nodded at your question.
Sam didn’t look too convinced of Spencer as he eyed him – he was always wary around new people, rightfully so – when you nudged him, he finally spoke up, “you play, ‘The Collapse?’”
When Spencer nodded, he asked, “have you done the secret levels?”
Sam’s face lit up and the both of them launched into chatter.
Derek smirked as he looked back over at you, “how long are you in town for?”
“Yeah, that’s what I didn’t tell you on the phone, I’m moving back,” when Derek raised an eyebrow you elaborated, “Sam’s twelve and hardly knows his dad, Nick and I are gonna give it another shot.”
“Oh, Y/N. Please don’t tell me you’re getting back with him,” Derek groaned.
You pulled a face, “what? No, ew! We’re gonna try and co-parent properly this time, I thought it would at least be easier if we were in the same city. He’s a good dad, he deserves to see his son.”
You looked over to where Sam was chatting with Spencer about their shared interest. He’d been having a rough time lately and that was part of the reason that you decided to move back to the city.
“Are you going back into teaching?” Derek asked, drawing your attention back.
You nodded, “yeah, I’m teaching a class on Folklore at the local university,” you laughed, you had a flair for the dramatics.
“Folklore has a lot of uses to today’s society,” Spencer spoke up. Clearly he and Sam had finished their conversation.
Derek narrowed his eyes at his friend, “I’m pretty sure you called Folklore ‘hogwash’ on our last case.”
Spencer went bright red, “no, I didn’t - I didn’t mean,” he began stuttering and you had to put the poor guy out of his misery.
“It’s okay, Spencer, really. If he ever tried something like this again,” you jabbed your thumb in Derek’s direction, “you let me know and I’ll show you the baby photographs. Morgan in diapers is hilarious,” you smirked while Derek glared at you.
Spencer’s hazel eyes lit up as he chuckled, “I’ll remember that.”
You spent a few moments chatting with the two men before you had to get Sam home so he could get settled for school on Monday. You said your goodbyes and made your promises to catch up soon. Sam seemed to be in a chipper mood as you drove home – the weather had significantly brightened – he didn’t even pay attention to his videogame. Though, that didn’t stop him from giving you the low down on the storyline and the lore.
When you were making dinner that evening, Sam spoke up as he helped set the table, “can we go and see Spencer again soon? He was really nice.”
You thought it was a little odd, he didn’t normally take to people so quickly. Maybe it was because Spencer was friends with Derek, and Derek was practically his hero. You laughed a little as you got the garlic bread out of the oven.
“Yeah? You spoke to him for five minutes’ sweetie.”
“But, he doesn’t think I’m weird mom, and he said he’d teach me how to play chess,” there was a little whine to his voice that melted your heart.
“You’re not weird baby,” you kissed his forehead as you gave him his portion of spaghetti, “but I’ll see what I can do about arranging something.”
Settling in went okay – better than expected – Sam was doing well at school and you were comfortable in your new job. You’d hardly seen Derek or your dad due to back to back cases but it was okay. You knew how busy they were.
Then, you got a call at 2am on a random Thursday night, the call that changed everything. You groaned, squinting against the light from your phone, “hello?” your voice was groggy and you ran a hand through your hair.
“Hey baby, it’s Derek, you have to come in. I’ll pick you up,” the tone of his voice pulled you out of your sleepy stupor and your heart dropped like a rock.
Twenty minutes later, you were sitting in an FBI interrogation room opposite Aaron Hotchner and Spencer Reid. One man looked stoic and stern, the other soft and kind. It was Spencer who spoke first in a soft voice but his handsome face gave nothing away.
“You understand why Derek or your dad can’t be here right?”
You nodded, sitting back in your seat, they couldn’t be here because it was a conflict of interest and you still didn’t know why you were here. But you had a pretty good idea, “who is it? Who’s dead?”
“One of your students,” Hotch started, his hands resting on a dossier folder. He must have seen the panic on your face because he held up his hand, “we know you didn’t do it, we put his time of death between 8pm and 10pm. Your dad told us you were grabbing a late dinner before dropping your son off at his father’s. We just want to ask you a few questions.”
You nodded, feeling sick to your stomach, “who was it?”
“Michael Roberts,” Spencer started, “his girlfriend told us that you argued?”
“We didn’t argue,” you sighed, “I caught him dealing on campus so we had a heated conversation, that’s all.”
“And you didn’t report it to campus police?”
You shook your head, “he was there on a scholarship and he promised he wouldn’t do it again. What happened to him?”
Hotch and Spencer exchanged a glance before the older man slid the folder across to you, you felt sick as you opened the folder. He’d been found outside his dorm room with a wooden stake through his heart and a clove of garlic forced into his mouth, “he’s been killed like a..” you trailed off.
“Like a vampire,” Hotch finished for you, his hand rubbing against his jaw.
“Do you know anyone who would want to hurt him, or kill him in this way?”
You shook your head, “I didn’t really know him, he only took my class because he needed extra credit,” you paused, remembering a rumour you’d heard, “there was a rumour going round that he was cheating on his girlfriend but I don’t know with who.”
Hotch nodded, a sympathetic look on his face as he looked at your tired eyes, “I think we’re done here, just let us know if you think of anything else.”
You nodded and left the room with the two men, going to grab yourself a coffee from the break room. Your dad was standing against the fridge as you walked in and he pulled you into a tight hug.
“Dad,” you giggled, “Dad I’m fine.”
“Come on, let me drive you home.”
“Dad, we had a bottle of wine each at dinner, I am not trusting you behind the wheel,” you laughed at his mock offended expression.
“I can drive you,” you glanced over at your shoulder to see Spencer with a shy smile on his face.
“Sure, thanks,” you smiled and said your goodbyes.
You were silent as Spencer drove you home but you could see him glance at you every so often, you knew he wanted to check on you. You weren’t ready to talk yet; you knew you shouldn’t have asked to see the photograph of the crime scene but you just couldn’t help yourself. Finally, as you rounded a corner, you spoke up.
“Who would want to kill college kids? And do it straight from a horror film.”
“That’s what we need to find out,” he mumbled, “are you okay?”
“Okay, as I can be,” you were silent until you came to a horrible revelation, “do you think it was someone from my class? Someone familiar with Folklore?”
“It’s certainly possible, someone suffering from delusions. Rossi is going to send an Agent to your lectures just in case,” this whole thing just got a lot scarier, “we’re going to keep you safe, Y/N. I promise.”
#spencer reid#dr spencer reid#reid#spencer#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x you#criminal minds#david rossi#derek morgan#aaron hotchner
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perfect complements (ch. 1)
pairing: professor!seungcheol x professor!f.reader
genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, angst, slight smut
series summary: four and a half years of working together breeds familiarity, resentment, and everything in between. it's almost like living together.
chapter word count: 2.1k
warnings: bickering (will be a major feature in this story, so please do not read if verbal fights are not your cup of tea), seungcheol smokes.
a/n: seventeen is my new addiction and i'm not backing off! this is inspired from my dream life (hehe i want to be an econ prof). the series title is an econ term lolol sorry if it's too geeky. i think this series will have multiple spinoffs, maybe you can guess for which characters? all i can hope for is that i'll be able to pull through the plot till the very end and not get writers' block midway :(
slight heads up? seungcheol is 32 here, and the f. reader y/n is 33 here. wonwoo is 35-36, and minghao is slightly younger than seungcheol, probably 30. chan is 24-25 years old. y/n is shorter than seungcheol, and wears glasses. not much other physical description of y/n. also, this fic will probably have different povs, so this chapter is from seungcheol's pov.
thank you so much for reading! your reblogs, likes and comments mean sooo much honestly. i know every content creator says this, and i know we all mean it from our hearts.
enjoy some of my ult svt bias, seungcheollie!
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With four and a half years of working together comes a ton of familiarity. Choi Seungcheol knows it annoyingly well: annoying because he’s greeted by the sight of your coat on his chair again, and well because this is a sight he sees nearly every Monday. Four years ago, he would have tried to explain to you that it’s a Monday morning, he didn’t want to come to take classes this early, and his patience is running thin, so it would be very nice if you could remember which chair was yours every morning when you came and took off your coat. Three years ago, he would have shrieked out, irritation burning through his veins. Two years ago, he would walk up to your desk, and spill your coffee all over the term paper you were currently checking. One year ago, he would purposely ruin your day even if it increased his headache tenfold just thinking about ways to annoy you.
But not any more. Choi Seungcheol has decided you are not worth a penny of his hard earned money, a moment of his precious time, and a nano atom of his genius brain cells. He simply picks your coat and dumps it on the ground, deliciously close to the dustbin. He knows his ears shouldn’t perk up, but they do, and when they hear your reaction, it is so gratifying, it feels like he has won a World War.
“Prof. Choi, if you feel you cannot respect the personal property of others, feel free to accompany me to the Dean’s Office.” You have somehow stomped up to him, standing right before him, as he pulls out the chair to his desk, taking in the endless papers and books that are arranged neatly before him. Your attitude never ceases to surprise him, given that you’re an entire head shorter than him, and even if you’re wearing heels, he can tower over you whenever you stomp up to him in these little furies. It makes you look like a little furry puppy, your hands on your hips, and Seungcheol thrives off the fire burning in your eyes. “There, there. I’d actually love to, but it seems that you need to remember how to respect public property and not hog over the space of others.”
You’re staring at him above your glasses, which have slipped down to the middle of your nose, and god, Seungcheol finds it hilarious. He wants to burst out laughing, the only thing holding him on is his determination to not break character and push you further.
“And if your routine morning tantrums are over, Seungcheol and Y/N, please settle down in your seats. It seems like I have to send you both to college again.”
Said Dean’s voice booms out behind you, and although his voice is surprisingly firm, there’s a shit-eating grin on his face, and he walks towards the two of you. He picks up the coat, lying on the floor, and hands it to Y/N. Jeon Wonwoo does not miss out on how flustered you both look on getting caught during your little lovers’ quarrel, as Wonwoo likes to call it in his mind, all alone in the Economics Department Staffroom.
“Morning Wonwoo! Enlighten me why no one else is here. Why am I stuck with this lady through this sad Monday morning?”
Seungcheol leans back on his chair, casual now that Wonwoo has calmed down the mood. You walk back to your desk, which unfortunately is right opposite Seungcheol’s, but he’s used to your ugly face to stay unfazed by it now. It’s like a terrible gift from a nosy relative you’ve hung up on the wall for long enough that it doesn’t catch the eye anymore and is just… there. But he’s quick to take note of how you’re smiling at Wonwoo, your glasses have been pushed to the top of your head, revealing your forehead and the same tiny pair of diamond hoops you wear every day.
It is, like he knows well, a scene of familiarity. And he really despises that fact.
“Minghao has a conference, he’s in the States. This is in preparation for his exchange program thing.”
“Oh yeah, he texted me on Saturday that he’s leaving soon… wasn’t aware it’s today.” You speak softly, already opening your laptop to get started with your work for the day.
“And Minhee is in the Girls’ Hostel.”
“Why?” You both ask, confused. “I thought Prof. Kim from History is the warden?” “Yes, but they’ve recently gone on their maternity leave. Minhee has to take over. And, bad luck for her, but on the very first day, there’s been a kind of emergency. Some punches were thrown while drunk, and now Minhee’s lecturing them.” “As if anyone’s gonna take her seriously,” Seungcheol scoffs, since everyone knew Minhee to be one of the coolest professors in the university.
“Hey! They took me very seriously, thank you. This is the problem with men. Give them a woman with good tits and a kind face and they think she’s a dumb bitch to run over.” Minhee walks into the small Staffroom, looking very much exhausted but she’s never going to admit it. She plops down on your desk, pushing away the laptop. “Is the situation better now?” you ask, holding out your coffee to Minhee, asking her silently to take a sip. “Yes, thankfully. I’ll have to go and check again after classes get over for the day.”
“Well then, you’re all up to date. Don’t forget the meeting with the Faculty Coordinator today at 5 pm!” “Yes Sir,” you all echo unenthusiastically, as Wonwoo chuckles and walks out of the room. It’s going to be a long day and Seungcheol can already feel his temples buzzing.
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Six classes down, and he’s feeling the Monday blues wear off into a blissful exhaustion. At the end of the day, this is a profession he has not once regretted choosing. He absolutely adores spending time with his students- mostly. There’s always going to be a black sheep, like Lee Chan from his Advanced Game Theory course. Chan isn’t a bad guy, per se. He’s just over-enthusiastic and is always looking to impress: which results in him reading texts beyond his level just to try and make Seungcheol happy and end up confusing the entire concept.
But at least dealing with the well-meaning Chan is better than going to the faculty counselling meeting with you. Well, not just with you. But he knows very well what he’s going to hear at the meeting, and he’s absolutely dreading it. He has nearly the same look on his face as his students do when they get the term results, he’s just better at masking it.
As he walks into the Faculty Coordinator’s office, he sees you’re already sitting in a corner, staring outside the window, while Minhee is chatting with the Coordinator. He notices you glancing his way once, before turning your eyes towards the sky again. “Good Afternoon Prof. Choi! How are you doing?” Ms. Song looks at Seungcheol with warm eyes as he takes a seat. “I’m fine, thank you, and you?” It seems that nervousness has rendered Seungcheol incapable of forming sentences beyond nursery-level, and both Minhee and Ms. Song let out a small laugh at his childish response. “I’m sure you know why you’re here, Prof. Choi, as does Prof. Y/L/N. I’ll spare you the intro.” Minhee asks, “Am I really needed to be here?” Ms. Song says, “Prof. Jeon, unless you seriously want me to be alone with this pair who want to murder each other, I would really prefer if you could be here.” Seungcheol is blushing now, embarrassed to the toe. He can hear you groan, and Minhee somehow finds it all funny enough to smile. “If it's so amusing to you, Minhee, you can leave. We swear we won’t kill each other today, if we’ve been able to control ourselves all this time.” Seungcheol’s not even looking at you, but the sarcasm is biting his skin.
“Alright, alright. Calm down, Prof. Y/L/N. Remember, aggression is not the key. We’re here for resolutions.”
“Well then, could we please proceed to the point directly?”
“You’re in a rush on a Monday? You play baseball with the kids after class-” you ask him, staring into his face.
“I have a date today after class.”
That shuts you up for good, and Seungcheol feels queasy. It’s one thing trying to get the last word in, and it’s another to hit your weak point just to get the last word in. He wants to explain but Ms. Song interrupts. “I’ll cut the chase. From what I can see now, and from all the reports I’ve received in the last three months, there’s been not much improvement from the situation we had observed earlier. In fact, it’s only gotten more alarming-”
“Ever since I’ve turned thirty-three,” you sigh, but Ms. Song ignores you.
“I’ve spoken to the Dean, Dr. Wonwoo, and also to some of the other faculty members you share your classes and university space with. We collectively think it’s only fair to say that your interpersonal relationship is harming the kind of environment we want to foster in our university. It is, by no means, a new development, and students of several batches have noticed this relationship of yours as well. This kind of banter, which includes quite serious threats at times-” she raises a hand to quieten Seungcheol’s attempt to interrupt, “is not conducive to a healthy academic environment.”
You both sigh, you whisper something along the lines of it’s not that serious, and although Seungcheol hates to say it out loud, he agrees with you.
“I would recommend you both to go to the University Counsellor and take a few… bonding sessions over the next semester. We think this kind of banter is not too serious, we’re extremely hopeful of a resolution. It’s just not happening right now, because you’re not aware of the efforts to be taken. Once you sit with a counsellor, the path will be clearer-”
Seungcheol doesn’t even realise when he’s stood up. It feels stuffy. He had thought he was long past the age of getting reprimanded for fighting with his peers.
“I really have to leave now. Thank you for the talk, Ms. Song. I’ll get back to you with my schedule and we can set up the meetings with the counsellor.”
“Prof. Choi.” The voice is stern, and Seungcheol holds up. He needs a cigarette, or fresh air. Neither is really available right now, so he grips on to the chair to steady himself. “I will mail you the meetings and Plan of Action, and you shall adjust your schedule accordingly. You know the consequences-” Seungcheol nods before the threat gets completed. Wonwoo has explained the consequences several times to him.
“I will do so. Don’t worry, Ms. Song. You shall get nothing but my best efforts.” “I hope so. Really.”
Seungcheol finally steps out of the room, and heaves deep breaths to get his brain working again. His phone rings, as he walks down the stairs to get away from the building. He picks it up while lighting the cigarette between his lips as he leaves the campus-
“Hello Cheollie! Should I come over to your place to pick you up or-”
“Hyerin?”
“What? Did you forget about our date? Yah! Oppa!”
“No no, I just-” he realises that you’ve just left the campus walking past him, not even sparing him a glance. He watches you as you walk farther away from him, your car blinking in the distance, and the tap-tap of your heels fading out amidst the sounds of the wind. The campus is remarkably quiet for this time of the day, or maybe he’s just too out of it all.
“I’ll meet you at the cafe. We can go to your place later, right?”
“Yes yes, I’ve talked to my roommate already, but why not Oppa’s place this time?” the sickly sweet voice from the other end of the phone irritates him, but he knows she’s acting cute just for fun.
“You know why-”
“Oppa, Kkuma doesn’t care about the girls you bring over.” “She does! She’s a very sensitive princess.” “Cheol-ah, you can just say you don’t care enough about me, and I’ll get it. Don’t bring the poor baby into this.” Seungcheol sighs. This is why he likes Hyerin, she can be mature when she wants to.
But it seems like now is not the time.
“I’ll see you later then, Oppa! Maybe tonight will change your mind!” “Hmm!” Seungcheol hears the call get cut, and he finally drags a puff from his cigarette. You’ve disappeared out of sight, and Seungcheol’s mind is clear now.
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Bootleg Hojan Merch
I know Nace shared part of the story in an interview a couple days ago, but I was planning on doing a write-up before I knew that, so here you go 😂 Also contains the continuation of the saga in Finland :D
Putting this under a cut because it's gonna be a bit of a read (plus a few more pictures). Yeah, I hope no one here is surprised that I suck at keeping things short 😂
So I have done a fair bit of clownery this year, and the most recent bit (before the shirt project) was attending two of the Polish gigs, Wrocław and Poznań.
I was wearing my Cha Cha Cha shirt to the Poznań gig, and when taking pictures with Bojan and Nace after the show, I opened my jacket so the shirt was visible. When stepping back after the pic, Nace spied the shirt and was kinda excited about seeing Käärijä merch – though he prefers the Häärijä merch, as he told us, because he's a "big fan" (his words, not mine).
So back at the hotel, I told @braveheart1418, "God, I'm so tempted to try to procure an actual Häärijä shirt. Tell me that's a stupid idea." Of course she did no such thing and so we looked into how much it would cost (too much) and how long it would take (too long), and so I was like, "bummer. And I'm not comfortable making bootleg official merch. Although, omg – it would be hilarious of we did Hojan merch!"
And the longer I thought about it, the more I fell in love with the idea. Again, I told friends, "tell me that would be a stupid idea," and again, they were filthy enablers, and so I started looking into the matter semi-seriously once I was back home (that was Wednesday the 22nd, so almost exactly a week before I left on a business trip leading into a stay at my parents' place leading into the gig).
The first thought was to get a big HOJAN in the Häärijä lettering on foil to iron onto a black shirt, though @braveheart1418 had commented that the design with a picture Häärijä on is much more memorable. That was a very valid point, except that there were no Hojan pics in suitable resolution that were in the right pose.
Thus, things I needed to solve:
get a plotter to cut out "Hojan" for the chest
-> my mom said my cousin had a friend with a plotter. Contact was established
get a picture similar to the official merch of Hojan
-> I reached out to Dean, who was absolutely lovely and set me up with a picture I could use
clip Hojan from the picture
-> I had @submariini as well as another dear friend help me there because they are both much better at photoshop than me and were kind enough to offer their help, and decided to add the yellow border because the best picture Dean had sent me was black & white
get transfer paper
-> easy: amazon (loathe as I am to use it)
find a copy shop to print Hojan for me
-> tricky bc I got Inkjet-Printer transfer paper and most copy shops have laserjets, if they allow using your own paper at all
-> I got laserjet transfer paper and once again had my cousin come to the rescue and helped me print it :D
find t-shirts in the right sizes
-> I solved this by eyeballing and taking pics of my dad in the various sizes to check with @submariini. While nerve-wrecking, I am astonished just how well the sizing worked out in the end!
Despite the limited time (limited further by me getting sick Monday/Tuesday before my business trip), it all came together beautifully: I did a test-print Friday evening and picked up the foil cuts, went shirt shopping with my parents on Saturday (shout out to them for letting their adult kid drag them through three different clothes stores and especially to my dad for gamely trying on half a dozen shirts and waiting while I yelled at ed about which to take 😂), finished the test shirt (mine) that evening and adjusted the colours on the outline to be closer to the foil, printed three more copies of Hojan Sunday morning, and got them ready just in time for leaving for the gig!
Which was yet again nerve-wrecking because of the unprecedented amounts of snow happening in Bavaria, but it stood no chance against our determination!
Unfortunately, the snow situation meant that JO couldn't come out after the show, so I passed the shirt to Nace during it and received a pick in return, which made me bluescreen as I hadn't expected an exchange 😂 He put the shirt down without having looked at it, which was a bit unfortunate because I would have loved to have seen his reaction, but it was still a pretty cool moment.
They did get a lot of gifts this close to St. Nikolaus (which is also celebrated in Germany, or at least was in my youth), most of which they left on the stage for the crew to gather up, so I bluescreened even worse when Nace bee-lined over to me as they came back on stage for the SSOL-encore to thank me again for the shirt – others told me later he'd taken it backstage after Carpe Diem with him, which I'd missed 😅
After the show, I met @mogoce-nocoj and ended up talking to her for quite a while outside the venue because neither of us wanted to split off into different directions, and so it wasn't until we were on our way back to @braveheart1418's hotel room (finally accepting that we wouldn't manage to say goodbye quite so soon and might as well talk somewhere warm 😅) that I saw that Bojan had posted the story to his Instagram 😂. Let me just say that it was very fortunate we were still out-doors and not near normal flats, because I don't think I was quiet when I saw 😂
I actually ended up making four shirts including my trial one – one for Nace, one for Häärijä himself because it felt fitting, and one for @submariini because he's such a Häärijä fan :D
The latter two, I took with me to Rovaniemi (which was ed's fault, because (and I quote), "come to Rollo! It'll be fun!"), where a bunch of friends and I met up for a birthday party slash Käärijä gig (over 20 clowns in one place, it was amazing, 10/10 would do again (genuinely)). The weather and means of transport tried to keep us apart (train strikes and ice rains on my end, though I still had better luck than Joker Out), but we actually all made it and by now all made it back again, too :D
As I mentioned in a different post, I actually managed to hand over the shirt to Häärijä before the gig, and he told me he would wear it on stage, which he did! I also got a picture with him, ed, and me all in our shirts, which was also pretty great :D
So, yeah! The Process™ of project 1.
Thank you so so much to everyone who helped and encouraged me along the way -- my parents and my cousin, the gift to our fandom that is Dean Grainger (none of whom will hopefully ever read this specific post), @braveheart1418, @submariini, @alephai, my dearest friend K who's been an enabler for so so many shenanigans, and xia!bf for bearing with my insanity (both where the shirts are concerned and the general Käärijä/JO brainrot) and helping me make this project a reality 💛
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Midnight kiss with Joseph on New Years
ok babe, so @mybffjoe and i had one of those conversations where we just added onto a fantasy until it quite literally became a full fic and it kind of fit this request, so EVEN THOUGH its not in time for NYE, i hope you enjoy!
Wordcount: 2K
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So Unlike Yesterday
part one - part two
"Move in everyone, get in here with me," you called out over the music, held out your arm and saw people move to get their faces into your selfie. You stuck your tongue out, closed your eyes and held the shutter button down to take fifteen pictures in one second.
"Cute!" you called out before you'd even seen the pic.
But it was cute. You in the forefront, pretty, glass of your own weird mixture of alcohol in hand and a gaggle of your girlfriends behind you, all dressed in shimmery sleek outfits.
It was a picture you would absolutely post onto Instagram, but the reason you'd taken it was to send over to your family, your friends - your entire contact list if you were honest. You threw a NYE filter over top, wrote a generic 'happy new year' message underneath and, at 11:40pm, pressed send.
You instantly got replies. Especially your family members were quick to respond.
You also received a pic from a friend who was in the room with you, and it was a pic of you, on your phone. You laughed and gave her the finger. Downed your drink. Threw yourself into the singing that was happening to ABBA's Dancing Queen, until you saw your phone light up again.
Your new boss.
You opened the text and were met by a picture of... people you absolutely didn't know. And they'd absolutely mimicked the picture you'd sent; a guy holding his phone, arm outstretched, tongue out, eyes closed, drink in his other hand. And in the background, other guys, all posed in the same ways your friends had posed, facial expressions and all.
Then three flickering dots.
"Happy new year! Who is this?"
Wrong number.
You'd put your new boss' phone number in manually the day before, for the job you were going to start on Monday, and either your boss was very cool and had great humour, or you'd messed up the number. Probably the latter, as you didn't recognise any of the people in the photo, but you weren't going to risk it.
"did I not just text the coolest boss in the world ever? who will definitely not fire me before I've even started?"
It took a second, and you waited in panic, breath held, palms sweating, which one of your friends noticed.
"What's up?" she asked.
"Wait!" you said, held a finger up as another three flickering dots appeared in your text thread that held a name above it that you hoped so hard didn't match the phone number you had just received a photo from.
Another photo popped up.
The same guy who'd done your pose in the other picture, now just his face up close, nose scrunched up, one eye closed, mouth pulled up into a thin smile.
You sighed, let your shoulders drop, so very relieved. You definitely had just typed in the number wrong and had now texted a random person a photo of you and your friends at a New Years Eve party.
"omg so sorry, wrong number! but cheers!" you replied, and then, turned your phone to let your friend see.
"Shit, that's hilarious!" she said, taking the phone from your hand and showing someone else, zooming in on the pic of the guys, then swiping to have a look at yours.
"Look at this!" your phone got passed around.
You needed another drink, you realised you mouth was dry after that very brief high-stakes scary situation.
"Send back the same pic!" someone suggested when they'd swiped onto the close up selfie of the guy, and before you could even think of doing so, your friend who held your phone exclaimed, "He's typing! He's typing!"
Another pic of the same guy, his phone at a bit of a distance and holding his drink up too close to the camera to have it in focus. He was very clearly drunk. The pic had text attached, "Cheers! What's your poison?"
"Who is he?" someone asked.
"I don't know!" you made a face at your phone as you opened your camera and sent back a pic of your empty glass.
This was fun. You'd had enough to drink to indulge yourself in this weird back and forth for a bit.
Three flickering dots.
"what was in that"
You took a second to look around the room, spotted a friend who still had her glass full and walked over. You held her wrist, got your camera to focus on it and behind it, she ducked her face down into frame and smiled.
Perfect shot. You sent it back, and wrote "apple pie cocktail".
"shit" is all you got in return, and it made you giggle.
You scooped up your empty glass and took it to the kitchen. You really did want another, and the clock was ticking down. It was going to be champagne flutes in a bit, but ten minutes felt too long to be without a drink and having smelled the one your friend was still nursing, you really did fancy another.
Your phone buzzed in your hand before you even got to place your glass down on the kitchen counter.
"looks good, whats in that"
Could you just... Facetime him? Call him and show him? A friend joined you in the kitchen, opened the fridge to fix herself a drink too. "He wants to know what's in an apple pie cocktail," you said, and because she wasn't a mindreader, she started listing all the ingredients.
No, that's not what you meant.
"wait ill show you" you replied in a text and then, because you weren't a total creep, waited half a minute before you Facetimed the person that was listed under your new boss' name in your phone.
He answered immediately.
The room he was in was just as loud as the party you had going, and where you had your camera flipped so he wasn't able to see your face, his face was VERY close to the screen.
"Okay, so," you got straight to business, speaking loudly into your phone to make yourself audible over the music. That's not how technology worked - you could've spoken at a normal volume into the mic and the stranger would've heard you just fine, but you'd been drinking, and this was a weird situation you had found yourself in.
"Glass," you showed your empty glass on the counter.
"Glass!" he repeated after you, and you chuckled. He heard, smiled in return.
"Apple cider." you used your free hand to slide a bottle of Magners into frame.
"Apple cider!"
"Vanilla vodka."
"Vanilla vodka!" he repeated again.
You saw how someone else had joined him, recognised the face as one of the guys who'd imitated one of your friends in the group photo he'd sent. Both their faces were only half in shot, far too close to the phone, very obviously just watching you and not caring about what they looked like to you, what image of themselves they were sending out into the ether.
"What's going on?" the other guy asked.
"She's mixing a drink." you could barely hear them over the music playing at both parties.
"She the one from the photo?"
"Yea, she's hot,"
You pretended you didn't hear that.
"Fireball whisky."
"Fireball whisky!" they repeated in unison now, and made you laugh once more.
"And ice!" you finished, opening the freezer, doing your best to keep it all in frame for them to see as you got an ice tray out.
To actually make the drink, you decided to flip the camera and show yourself. You placed the phone down against the backsplash and showed them how you put the drink together. You'd tapped your own little screen to switch them so you could see what you were doing, to make sure you got it all in frame for them. A friend joined you, bent down to get into frame as she sipped her drink, stared real close at your phone for a second before asking, "Are you live?"
"I'm Facetiming... these, random guys?" you laughed. This was so weird, very random.
"Joe!" he'd heard you.
"I'm Facetiming Joe, making an apple pie - you want one?"
It was all chaotic, you were mixing drinks for you and a friend, talking through it, had people come in and out of the kitchen who started collecting champagne flutes from cabinets because midnight was getting real close now. Joe asked where you were, and you each explained you were at friend's parties, somewhere in London, and you joked, oh my God what if you were at the same one? You saw Joe rush into the kitchen at his party, and you laughed. Or what if you were real close to each other? You were seriously both in London? What a weird coincidence! On Joe's end he was talking to other people too, looking down at his phone, it was mostly the top half of his face and the ceiling that you got to see, but he would laugh, move around a lot and have sips of his drink.
"Ok that's it! Bye!" you said suddenly, finishing the drink, grabbing the phone and bringing your own face more into view.
"Wait!" Joe said before you could hang up on him.
"Taste test!" he requested, and, you weren't lame, so you brought your glass up to your mouth and took a sip as you brought the camera in close.
You could see Joe move in even closer to his phone screen too.
"S'that good?"
You copied him, but moved your phone so close, it was just your mouth showing now.
"Yea it's fucking good."
"Countdown!!" you heard someone yell at Joe's party, and nearly at the same time, you were called into the living room by your friends for the countdown too.
You didn't hang up.
Just took Joe with you as you joined your friends. You saw Joe do the same.
It was all linked arms, or arms draped over each other's shoulders and more people had their phones out, filming, taking pictures and Facetiming the people that hadn't been able to make it. You blended in just fine with Joe. It was just a funny stranger on your phone instead of your mum. Surrounded by your favourite people, buzzed from all the drinks you already had and unable to stop your giddy giggles, this really felt like the best way to ring in the new year.
You started the count down, and you were both shouting numbers into your phones. The friend next to you laughed when she saw what was happening, thought it was so funny too that this random dude was now part of your circle in this moment.
Then, when the clock struck midnight, you both saw how Joe leant in to kiss his phone. You laughed, turned your phone more to show your friend who scrunched up her face, but then reached and pushed your hand that was holding your phone to your face.
You kissed your phone too.
Joe only just managed to catch it as he moved back before you did, and couldn't hold back his own giggles.
"Happy new year!"
"Happy new year!"
Someone handed you a flute of champagne, and you cheersed your glass to your phone before flipping the camera and making your way onto the balcony with everyone else to watch the fireworks.
Joe did the same, except he was out on the street, holding his phone up towards the sky, and in some weird romantic turn of the strangest events that lead up to this moment, you watched fireworks together. Said things like, "Ooh those ones are my favourite," when you saw the specific ones that sparkled after exploding up high in the air, and Joe could've sworn, could have absolutely sworn, just for those specific sparkly fireworks, that you'd both seen the same ones.
You had to be close.
Had to be.
The new year had only just started literal minutes ago, and already, it seemed like the best fucking year yet. Nothing like the year before. So unlike yesterday. Yes, this year was going to be better, Joe thought, as he listened to your marvels through the phone.
Happy fucking new year indeed.
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read part two here!
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Little Jealous (Drabble)
Pairing: Finn Bálor x Reader
Word Count: 800
Description: Imagine you and Finn are FWB, he doesn’t really want to put a label and ‘neither do you’ (of course you’d love to label it but he doesn’t need to know that).
Wrote this little piece after @new-zealand-chic sent me this picture of Finn from Monday. Literally just threw it together and edited it a bit to make sense. It is a little fast paced but I still hope you enjoy💋
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If you wanna be added to the list lemme know.
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One of the things you enjoyed about being friends with benefits with Finn was the freedom and adventure. You got to do whatever you wished without worrying about answering to anyone but yourself. And since you two were such great friends you got to hang out and meet a lot of your favorite superstars. Since he joined The Judgment Day you’d gotten to hang out with them more than anyone else when never Finn invited you out to see him. You became good friends with the other members, especially Damian.
So when you got a sudden call last weekend from Damian inviting you to fly out to Chicago so you could watch an episode of Raw in person you jump at the chance. Not only would you get to see all of them but also Finn, who you were missing a lot lately. But you’d never tell him that.
Flying out late Sunday night you checked into your hotel room sending Damian a text that you made it.The surprise on Finn’s face the next morning made your heart flutter as you hugged each person leaving him for last.
“I can’t believe you’re here, what are you doing in Chicago?”
“Damian invited me out to visit you all and I had a few days off work. Is that okay?”
“Of course it is yeah.”
Finn smiled hugging you again pressing a kiss to the top of your head, both of you missing the satisfied smile on Damian’s face. After breakfast the five of you spent a few hours exploring the city. Since Finn was busy talking with Rhea and Dominik about his match tonight you hung back and chatted with Damian. Grabbing his arm when you’re startled by a sudden loud noise you nudge his ribs when he laughs at you.
“It’s not funny.”
“Because it was hilarious.”
He grinned giving you a side hug as you continued walking, neither of you noticing the occasional looks Finn would throw towards you both.
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Fast forward to Finn’s match you flinched suddenly feeling someone sit beside you. Damian was wearing a hoodie and sunglasses. You chatted with him excitedly as you watched Finn come out. When Finn spots the two of you together he couldn’t help but snarl. He was sick of seeing you fawning all over Damian when it was supposed to be him you were here to see.
Spotting the look on his face you bit your lip and avoid meeting his gaze anymore, the rest of the night went by in a blur for you, except for Damian and Bad Bunny’s segment.
When the show finally ended Damian texted you to meet them backstage in their dressing room. So you followed a security guard and headed to meet up with your friends. Knocking on the door you rock on your feet freezing when Finn was the one to answer.
A towel riding low on his hips, water droplets from his shower still clinging to the skin. Your eyes slowly slid over him, you’d seen him naked before but this was something else.
“Shouldn’t you be with Priest?”
Blinking at the heat in his voice you rubbed the back of your neck confused on his change in behavior.
“Um, he told me to meet you guys here backstage.”
Finn leaned against the door watching you, the way your eyes kept drifting down his frame. Your tongue sliding out to wet your lips before looking at him again.
“Like what you see there love?”
Feeling your face heat up you nodded your head noticing the smirk on his face.
“Why were you snarling at me earlier?”
You ask softly watching as his demeanor turned slightly cold as he shrugged meeting your gaze again.
“I don’t like Priest trying to fuck around with what’s mine.”
Staring at him you feel your heart pick up, fucking around with whats his?
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“All day you’ve been up his ass and I don’t like it. You were supposed to be seeing me.”
“You were busy chatting with Rhea and Dom, Damian was the only one willing to talk to He invited me out here to see all of you because I’m friends with them too. Besides I don’t ever remember either of us claiming the other. You brought up the no labels thing when this first started.”
You stated crossing your arms, Finn eyed you before laughing darkly. His hand reaching out and pulling you close your hips flush with his as he spoke slowly backing you both into the dressing room. The door shutting behind you sent a shiver down your spin. Like it was sealing your fate, to what you didn’t know yet.
“Oh mo grá, we both know that you belong to me and no one else.”
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Hello! Can I please ask you to write about Kageyama Shigewa and Fem! Reader. Only the reader is a lazy asshole who drinks coffee 24/7, sleeps 24/7 too. The reader doesn't give a damn, sloppy, always on chill, relaxed and a bit of a clown (at the same time he doesn't know how to joke, but he tries).
Thanks you❤️
— in the morning
Shigeo looked at his calendar, a sigh bubbling at the pit of his throat as he slowly rubbed at his eyes.
Today was Monday.
The start of the week, which is presumably the most productive time one could be, well, at least he thought so. You on the other hand did not share the same values as Shigeo, making his life a hell of a lot more difficult than he’d like to admit.
“Five more minutes.” You mumbled against your pillow while cramping yourself into a ball on the leather couch. Shigeo furrowed his eyebrows as he snatched the warm cover off of you, revealing the remnants of the snacks you ate last night surrounding your body.
“You said that fifteen minutes ago,” Shigeo stated softly as he grabbed your ankle and started to tug gently.
Shigeo is typically very patient with you, but if you chose to be too stubborn, he will use his telekinesis to give you a push. Without warning, you felt your body slowly being lifted into the air and your eyes shot open as gravity ceased to exist.
"Put me down!" You squealed as you thrashed yourself around in a panic.
Shigeo simply shook his head.
"No."
You smacked your lips and tried to swim back down, but you simply stayed in the same place. Shigeo watched your failing attempts, and he could help but giggle to himself.
— on the train
You and Shigeo rode the train together, and you would lean your head against his shoulder with fluttering eyes as you tried to stay upright. Shigeo didn’t mind being your support, so he would wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer to avoid you falling over.
“I need a coffee.” You yawned barely coherent, and Shigeo turned and pulled out a container from his bag’s side pocket.
“Already packed it.” He answered which caused your gaze to light up.
You came outside in just your sweatpants, an oversized hoodie, and slippers. You didn't feel like putting much effort into your appearance today, so you picked whatever looked the comfiest. You got weird looks from others around you, but Shigeo wasn't phased in the slightest. He was used to it and thought you were beautiful either way.
"What would I do without you?" You hummed as you accepted the warm thermos from his hands. Shigeo shifted his eyes towards you briefly before looking ahead again.
Then, he felt himself grin.
— the jokester
Shigeo tried his hardest to keep up with your jokes, but he just couldn't match your funny. He thought you were absolutely hilarious for what it was worth, and sometimes, he'd catch himself saying the things you would.
"Shigeo?" You called as your favorite show went to commercial.
"Hm?" He turned to look at you as he sat at the foot of the bed.
"I can't reach the remote." You sighed as you weakly stretched your arm towards it. Shigeo would normally get it for you, but today he kicked the remote a few inches farther from your reach.
Then, he shook his head. "That's tough."
Your mouth fell open before you started to break out into laughter. Shigeo smiled at you before scratching the back of his neck. "Did I say it right?"
You continued to laugh while covering your face with your arm. "Yeah, you did just right."
#mob psycho 100#mob x reader#mp100 mob#mob psycho#mp100#shigeo x reader#shigeo kageyama x reader#mp100 shigeo#kageyama shigeo x reader#kageyama shigeo#shigeo kageyama
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Yandere Elliott Mod is funny as hell (to me)
Disclaimer: None of this is meant to be taken seriously, this is me rambling into the void and to my friends.
I cannot believe I'm reviewing a mod, lol. Is it a review? I don't know anymore, just giving my take on it.
It's been like 2 weeks since I gave the Yandere Elliott mod a try and honestly I find it more unintentionally hilarious than off-putting in most places.
I felt that some of the moments could be interpreted as genuinely wholesome and sweet if you isolated them (but that's just how context works in a nutshell I suppose. Look, I genuinely thought the insomnia scene and the post-moonlight-jellies scene with adorable, alright?).
The fact that I have to go out of my way to play very different than I ever would have certainly modifies my overall perspective. If I played normally, the only really unsettling thing would be his unhinged letters. Well, one in particular at least. Most of the letters were campy and funny, knowing how melodramatic this character is naturally. Only 1 letter made me and 2 other people I showed it to go "Oh GOD".
Everything else? Unintentionally hilarious, or wholesome if you take the obsession letters out. His stalker-schedule was funny as hell.
What do I mean by that? How is the "stalker schedule" funny?
The mod alters his schedule after 1 heart, so he'll periodically go spy on you on the farm. This was scary only twice for me because I didn't expect it, and there was a long gap between the first time and the second time.
Once summer hit, however, it got funny. He was showing up every single day at 6:30 on the dot, except for Friday and Sunday. He was so punctual that I'd look at the clock, see he's about to show up, and prepare myself for my daily convo with him/gift giving if it's Monday and Tuesday. Man was so consistent it was hilarious.
Even better: when he's standing there for so long, his pathfinding kinda... glitches? He'll act like there's something in front of him preventing his movement (like when a player character standing in an NPC's pathing) and suddenly just... book it across the map into the void. Practically died laughing (though I did freak out the first time it happened because I thought "WAIT THIS MOD LETS HIM CHASE YOU?" only for him to run passed and into nothingness)
It actually got a bit lonely in autumn when he stopped showing up and opted to camp outside the mines instead all day. (Elli, sweetie, Ignatius is not going there most of the time because autumn 1 is a busy season for him, come back!)
The fact that I have to fully romance all the other bachelors in order to activate one of the legitimately most unhinged aspects of the mod is what throws me off. I know they're fictional characters, but I've always felt icky at multi-dating personally. Just not for me. I pick one and I stick with my decision. Reading the text in the content file is one thing, but I wanted to see the event play out for myself.
After the event, it got hilarious again completely on accident.
Cue Elli not letting Ignatius leave the farm because of his jealousy. It was winter when this happened. The Obsession Cage-Loop event is designed to where Pierre will send you 50 of a random seed packet every day to make up for the fact that you cannot leave.
Crops don't grow in winter.
The mod makes up for this fact by Pierre sending you ANCIENT FRUIT SEEDS. I had over 300 seeds by the time spring hit. Elli straight up SCAMMING Pierre during the Cage-Loop completely on accident. I'm just sitting here thinking "Dang, had I known this would have happened, I'd have activated this sooner AND kept Elli's heart-level low just to get more bang for my buck. Endless supply of Ancient Fruit Seeds just because you're jealous? Yes please!".
After the cage-loop is over, that's pretty much it. Elli apologizes, wants to do better so you feel safe around him, is willing to just be tormented by his jealousy; etc. and things just kinda go... normal??? After that. He still has his eye-brow raising marriage lines afterwards but after everything has passed, he's not too unsettling.
He's just a weirdo who doesn't know how to handle his love.
Other than ONE letter, and the fact that I had to go OUT OF MY WAY to deliberately activate the Cage-Loop event?
This mod vanilla as fuck, lol.
And no, I didn't do the divorce event. I have a history relating to such dark thoughts and even just reading the dialogue in the content file made me uncomfortable.
Overall 10/10 good way to have spent my week between my 2.0 vtuber model work.
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It also do not help at all that what makes this mod hilarious in my head is that I play as an inhuman farmer who absolutely towers over Elli in every way. Ignatius is not threatened by this obsessive weirdo in the least bit.
#Blog OP#SDV Elliott#Yandere Elliott#Shitposting#For all intent and purposes this is a shitpost don't take me seriously
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SAVIOUR COMPLEX (PT. 6)
(Pt. 5)
Rated: M
TAGS: language/past abuse/Mark Hoffman being a c*p/reader is normal and wants a normal life/Mark is protective bc it's his job but he's also problematic/because he's a c*p/Detective Gibson
**NOTE: Hey guys. Thank you so much for interaction with this fic, and I’m seeing a lot of new followers. I love that!! But I really need to stress right now how I do not support/endorse C*stas M*ndylor as a person or his opinions. He’s racist and I enjoy and only enjoy Mark Hoffman’s character. If you are a C*stas Stan, I highly encourage you to maybe cease interacting with this fic. **
Legs bouncing under the table. Hot coffee between your hands. Your makeup is smeared and not for any of the reasons you had hoped.
Ted is dead. The rhyme would be hilarious if you weren’t shitting bricks. You’ve been sitting in this interrogation room for 45 something minutes without a single word. Maybe they’re sweating you out. Can’t imagine why. You couldn’t talk if you wanted to without your nerves shooting up from your stomach.
You have no idea where Mark is. He had taken you back to the station with him but by the time you got there, someone was pulling you in for questioning. You couldn’t help but wonder if Mark’s in the same spot as you one room over.
Finally, finally, the door opens. A plain looking detective enters with a folder, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and takes a seat across from you.
“What time is it?” You ask weakly. He pauses like he wasn’t expecting you to talk first. He checks his watch.
“Uh, 2:37.”
You nod mutely and stare at the mirror over his shoulder.
“Can I ask a question?”
“Sure.”
“Why do you guys still do the one way mirror thing?” You nod to over his shoulder. “Everybody knows what it is because of the movies. So why bother?”
The detective just stares at you. You wonder if he’s stupid.
“You gonna tell me your name?”
He blinks, flips open the folder.
“I’m Detective Gibson. Sorry you had to wait so long.”
“Did you have more people to hassle?”
“That’s not fair. None of them were his ex.”
“But I still wasn’t top of the list?”
He digests your comment before chucking. “Alright, you got me. So we wanted you to sit for a little while.”
“A waste of your time and mine,” you mutter.
“Yeah, seems that you had a hot date with Detective Hoffman, is that right?”
“You gonna book me for conflict of interest?”
“Booking? Getting a little ahead of ourselves. I haven’t even had a chance to tell you what’s in the folder.”
“Nothing of substance.”
“No?”
“No, because there’s nothing there. Let’s just get this first bit out of the way. You don’t intimidate me. Am I here because you think I killed Ted? Is that it? You have a stack of 8 by 10 glossy photos of me with a black eye? How about a broken arm? And yet he never got booked for it.”
“Sounds like a motive.”
You chuckle humorlessly and bury your face in your hands.
“Uh-fucking-believable. Where’s Mark? You shaking him down, too?”
Gibson is quiet again, then shuffles the papers.
“Do you know where you were on July 9th?”
“Last Monday? Depends on the time. Probably work. If not work, home. Hey, you know who you could ask? The person you guys have had tracking my every move for two fucking weeks!”
He’s not smiling but you can tell the fucker is satisfied with your outburst.
“Admissible in court?” You scoff. “I don’t get it. That’s where I was. You don’t have a case. Let me go home so I can mourn and take off my makeup.”
He cocks his head. “Mourn?”
“He was a piece of shit but he was a human being, and I used to love him. I don’t care. No one deserves to die in one of those fucking monstrosities.”
“You draw a pretty clear line, morally.”
“Yes, it’s all a part of my master plan. Can I please go home?”
“Just a few more questions.” He pulls a specific photo. “Take a look at this for me.”
You look, and then grimace at the image. It’s Ted, his arms separated from his body, laying face down in a pool of blood and viscera.
“Jesus,” you groan. Tears start to pool at the corners of your eyes as you force your head over your shoulder.
“You barely looked.”
“I saw enough. Stop fucking with me. I told you all I know. I cut ties with him after his last stint. I don’t do anything. I’m a waitress. I don’t have friends, I don’t leave my apartment. I don’t do anything.” You realize halfway through your memorized spiel that you’re crying. “I don’t know why this shit is following me around but I don’t want it. Any of it. Please just let me go home.”
There’s silence as you shake and let the tears fall from your eyes.
You feel a hand come to yours and you jerk it away like it burned you, suddenly turning back to Gibson with a fury.
“Get the fuck away from me!” You hiss, backing up in your chair. Gibson raises his hands.
“Woah, okay, easy. Alright. I see no reason to keep you any longer. Come on.”
He replaces the papers in his folder and you both stand. You keep your distance but as he holds the door open you realize he’s going to make you pass him. You tense as you do so, feeling his scrutinous eyes on your back. You hate him, he’s an asshole, but you can’t get a read on him. Whatever. You’re exhausted. All you want to do is go home and sleep.
You stumble out of the interrogation room and into the main room of the station, heels in hand. The few people present are watching you. You only have eyes for the door at the end of the hall.
But then a hand is between your shoulder blades and you feel Mark’s heat next to you, smell his cologne. But he doesn’t follow you.
“What the fuck is your problem, Gibson!?”
You turn and Mark has Gibson's collar in a vice grip. Gibson shoves Mark’s hands from him and pushes his chest.
“I’m doing my job, Hoffman. Don’t forget, you’re a suspect too, and in danger of ‘reassignment’. Right?”
“You better keep your nose outta things before something happens to it.”
“Is that a threat?”
You grip Mark’s forearm and spin him around, digging your heels to peel him down the hall.
“Mark, come on, please. Please, let’s just go home. Please.”
Mark’s eyes land on you and they soften. You can’t even imagine what you must look like but you don’t care. You squeeze Mark’s arm.
He turns back to Gibson, straightens out his jacket, runs a hand through his hair, and then he’s walking you out of the station with his hand having returned to your back, content to let it remain there.
The trip back to your place is silent. You don’t even remember the last time you had your shoes on. You go straight for the bathroom and shut the door behind you, locking it. Take off your makeup. Brush out your hair. Stare at yourself in the mirror until your reflection becomes blurry and your knuckles are white as you grip grooves into the sink.
You pee, peel off your panty hose, strip down to your underwear.
Hoffman is leaning against the wall outside the door and he does a very good job hiding his reaction at your bare skin. You sigh anyway.
“Sorry- I wasn’t even thinking…”
“No, don’t worry about it. Come on. You need water?”
You nod and drag your feet to your bedroom. Distantly you can make out the sound of your sink in the kitchen. You manage to take off your bra- some scanty thing you’d picked out for Mark, and slip on a band tee. Mark returns to your side. He’s removed his jacket, rolled up his sleeves. He has a guiding hand taking you to your bed and you run your hands along his thick forearms.
“Alright, come on,” Mark half warns/half suggests you under your covers. If you were any more cognizant, you’d hate the way he’s walking you around like a child. But child or not, you need comfort.
He tries to turn away but you grab his wrist.
“Please, don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone.”
Mark sighs. “I don’t think…”
“No, not that. Just lay down with me, please. Or sit. Just please don’t leave me.”
Mark leaves your vision and you don’t turn your attention from the window that scared you shitless last week. Then you feel the bed dip at your back. Feel Mark’s strong arms slip across your stomach and rubbing circles into your shoulder.
You turn in to face his chest. Fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. Inhale the smell of him. You run your fingers along his jaw and press your nose to his. He doesn't move; in fact, his breathing has all but stopped.
You press wet lips to his but he doesn’t return. Just presses his lips together until you pull away.
“Not right now, sweetheart. Trust me, you’ll thank me in the morning.”
But he does kiss you on the forehead and you settle for curling into him and let his presence send you into sleep.
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Wednesday realizing her budding romantic relationship with Enid is suddenly in jeopardy by two girls who are already upfront with their intentions is so funny though, like I can imagine her first thought being murder, this is no longer a love triangle this is the hunger games big prize being a wonderful and confident werewolf gf
Wednesday: (Threatening with a knife) get back, you savages! You had your chance!
Enid: Willa?????
Not that she would be so upfront and obvious about it, but I can IMAGINE Enid presenting her as her “roomie” and Wednesday just death glaring harder than she has done ever before, meanwhile Enid is just (understandably) lost and begging Yoko for help, and Yoko thinks it’s absolutely hilarious and there is already a betting pool on which shorty with an attitude will win
Listen, I think witnessing Enid be absolutely distraught for two years with two separate girls than she did with Ajax could be proof that Enid needs some love in her life
Like pheobe left Enid quiet when the second semester of junior year came in and she wouldn't say a damn thing abt her experience. The only proof that smth happened are those posts this pheobe did on Enid's phone and pictures that Enid would look at sometimes before she locked them away
Bc dammit, I feel so bad for the amount of whump I put her through so I'm letting her be chased and feel the love of someone that could've went so well
Unfortunately life don't work like that, soooo
Enid moves on, slowly then she meets Tara during the start of senior year and it's this whirlwind all over again. Except her ass got in the middle of a murder mystery that lasts for three to four days and Enid doesn't know if what she's truly feeling is romance or the high of nearly dying bonding them together
In the end, it doesn't matter and so they hug it out and Enid is thinking this might just be her love life, drifting from person to person and losing parts of herself to a what could've been
So when smth is could happen with Wenclair near the end of senior year, Enid is rightfully afraid because she doesn't want to lose wednesday. There's something terrifying about high-school ending and realizing that their friendship could end with it too
So when February rolls around with Wenclair still skirting along each other, the girls roll in and holy shit the way the gang were vibing in Jericho did not at all expect Enid to freeze
And yknow your chances are on the line because Enid isnt insecure. Okay that's a lie, she is a lil bit, but shes brave at times and it says something that when a girl with leather jacket walks in, Enid fucking dives behind yoko
Wednesday thinks it's a potential murder victim, maybe it's an old girl who bullied her loathed love
Except leather jacket goes "Enid!" with the biggest smile ever and is Enid looking shy!? The wolf is peaking out of Yoko's shoulder, giving a wave as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear with a nervous grin
The werewolf hasn't blushed since junior year, who tf is this girl
"pheobe," Enid breathes and oh hell no, the way Wednesday went from fingering her knife to full on grasping it has the rest of the gang looking at her
Safe to say Enid ditches them and Wednesday is left sulking at the table, glaring daggers at the back of the werewolf because what in the nine circles of hell is this!?
Enid's distracted the whole weekend after that and like okay, Wednesday understands, Enid can have friends but she misses her roommate like a man missing his lung. Everything is damn unbearable without her and so it's a relief when Monday comes around because Enid is studious, surely there is-
There's a college student introduced to them in biology class, said to be staying there for a week to figure out more about outcasts
Nevermore, ever so accepting and willing to bridge a gap between normies and outcasts accepted the offer off a student staying for a bit, absolutely ecstatic at this chance
Alright, normally wednesday wouldn't care until Enid freezes once again in the corner of her eyes.
Something drops in the seers gut and a horrible festering feeling churns
Yoko is out, having skipped the lesson so there is one empty seat next to the werewolf. Wednesday has no good reason to stab the teacher for their convoluted plan because it was simply understandable to put the new outlier in an empty seat
(she might spike their drink in pettyness however)
So Wednesday watches with a tight jaw as this normie went and slipped her hand into Enid's so easily that it left the watcher green with envy
"enid," tara says and she's looking at her roommate like she's the reason she lives. It's disgusting because wednesday recognizes it like it's her own face
"told you we'd meet again," enid chirps and she looks delighted. "I didn't expect it to be like this tho!"
It's another one, Wednesday thinks and her pen snaps in half.
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JJK 214 has healed me
I’m sure the upcoming chapters will fuck me up all over again, but that’s future me’s problem. Anyway, Sundays/Mondays now seem to be "Vox screams about the new JJK chapter” hours on my blog now. This time, it’s going to be “screaming about Yuuji” hours specifically.
Spoilers, thoughts, and a shitload of images under the cut.
Yuuji???? Yuuji!!!!!!
That was my reaction from the first to the last page on my first readthrough, and honestly, it hasn’t changed much even after I reread a few times and processed...all that.
Seriously, Yuuji, what the fuck are you made of.
Sukuna also seems to be thinking that, which is hilarious. I have a feeling his standards for “twisted” are pretty high, so him calling Kenjaku that both cracks me up and makes me wonder what kind of alterations they made to Yuuji, exactly.
That said, I think I misunderstood the extent of Yuuji’s injuries last chapter. I got the impression, from the following panels, that Sukuna had punched through Yuuji’s midsection:
But that doesn’t seem to be the case. There’s some (inconsistent?) damage to his clothes from the punch, but Yuuji didn’t, in fact, become a donut.
No blood on Sukuna’s fist here. And, of course, there’s Yuuji himself in Chapter 214:
The front of his jacket looks intact (but isn’t that the part that seemed torn up in Chapter 213, or is that supposed to just look crumpled?), but there’s a hole in the back. Animanga cloth logic, I suppose. Other than inhuman durability, I don’t think Yuuji is healing himself. His little finger doesn’t seem to have grown back. And next chapter, I guess we’ll see if the tip of the ear Sukuna sliced off continues to be missing; the last panel showed it intact, but that could just be inconsistent drawing. Or maybe it’s the other side, who knows. Manga panels confuse me sometimes.
Anyway, even without being made a donut, the guy got punched through three goddamn buildings by fucking Sukuna, and Megumi definitely wasn’t fighting back then to lessen the damage. It’s frankly unreal how quickly Yuuji not only got back up but also covered the distance to where Sukuna and Hana are. He’s also displaying an insane level of strength. I just about lost my mind at this:
Hell, Sukuna seems shocked for a split second, and that really says something. It’s been explicit from the start that Yuuji’s physical abilities are superhuman, and the Kenjaku/Kaori reveal somewhat clarified why that’s the case, but I don’t think we’ve seen this level of raw destructive power from him before. The cursed energy-less fight with Higuruma was impressive though, and I think here, we’ll get to see what Yuuji can bring to the table with cursed energy in the equation.
Speaking of which, after the last chapter, I did see a lot of speculation on whether or not Yuuji would still have cursed energy after Sukuna left him. But the concept of Yuuji losing his cursed energy because Sukuna is out of him never made sense to me. Yuuji’s cursed energy isn’t Sukuna’s; if it were, he’d have a much larger pool to tap into. The first Finger Bearer’s reaction when Yuuji switched with Sukuna seems to indicate the two of them feel very different. And JJK has shown again and again how cursed techniques and cursed energy are tied to souls as much as bodies (Kenjaku being the prime example). So, like Gojou theorized, if Sukuna had stayed inside Yuuji, over time, he likely would have been able to use Sukuna’s cursed energy and technique. But as of now, Yuuji was the vessel for a little less than six months, and he’s only had 15 fingers’ worth of Sukuna for a few weeks. I’d say it’s reasonable that ingesting Sukuna just...opened Yuuji’s third eye, so to speak. Gave him access to his own cursed energy. The movie training Gojou did wouldn’t make sense otherwise either. The whole point there was to teach Yuuji how to harness his cursed energy and increase the output steadily. I don’t know if future plot developments will show Yuuji actually using Sukuna’s cursed techniques; I’d personally prefer if he didn’t, but regardless of how that develops, Yuuji’s cursed energy is his own.
Up till now, Yuuji’s been shown to be on par with Grade 1 sorcerers even without an innate technique, and his skill at cursed energy manipulation has been improving in leaps and bounds. But honestly, it’s his sheer sturdiness that’s blowing my mind, even if that has also been consistently highlighted (in the fights against Choso, Kenjaku, Hakari, and Higuruma especially). Maybe it’s because he’s up against Sukuna now, and Sukuna’s previous fights have done a great job of showing him as capable of curb-stomping anyone other than Gojou. The same guy now seems borderline creeped out by Yuuji—well, what Kenjaku has done to Yuuji more like.
Can’t blame him though. I’d also be pretty WTF if a guy kept walking without even changing his expression through this:
That is gonna live rent free in my head. Sweet fuck.
(If/when that gets animated, I'll expire.)
Back to the point, Megumi fighting back and lowering Sukuna’s output has probably kept Yuuji from being cut into little pieces, but those are still deep, bleeding gashes all over his body, in addition to the singular Cleave Sukuna used earlier. Motherfucker doesn’t even falter. What the fuck.
I love this kid. I am 100% willing to throw down with anyone who calls him a boring protagonist (looking at you, Reddit, but Tumblr too).
On another note, “Let’s see if you can chew up me and my suffering” is one of the rawest lines I’ve heard in a while. Excuse me while I lose my entire goddamn mind.
Hana and the Angel
They don't seem to be dead? Not confirmed dead at least. “Splat” doesn’t seem very reassuring, but it’s been hinted that the Angel can heal Hana, so I’m fairly sure they’ll pop back up. What I am confused about is why Sukuna just bit off an arm instead of, say, her head. Among the sorcerers left in that colony, the Angel is the only one who seems to pose an actual threat to him. Why would he waste the chance to end that threat? One possibility is that Jacob’s Ladder did its job to an extent in “stripping Sukuna away from Megumi,” internally at least, and that it’s Megumi’s influence that lessened the damage. But Sukuna doesn’t seem to notice Megumi fighting back / influencing him until the last attack on Yuuji, so I’m not sure how plausible that is. Other option is that Sukuna thought biting off an arm and shoving them off the building would kill Hana and the Angel with her, but given how durable sorcerers in general are and how the Angel can likely heal, this seems a stupid choice. I guess we’ll find out soon, one way or the other. Could also just be a simple case of plot reasons reigning over consistent characterization.
Megumi
I don’t have much to say here. Zero surprise at Megumi fighting back. It’d have been a very unceremonious end if he’d been crushed by Sukuna’s soul just like that, and the last chapter did highlight Megumi’s potential to suppress the guy. I didn’t expect it to happen this fast, but I do like how pivotal his influence is. Megumi and Yuuji ganging up on Sukuna from the inside and outside, respectively, sounds like a fun time all around. I don’t think it would be enough to beat the guy, but cursed energy output seems a pretty critical factor for sorcerers, and if Megumi can continue to mess with that while Yuuji hits like freight train, I think they can do a good amount of damage.
Yuuji’s Origins
Thought we were done with Yuuji? Lol no.
I have questions about this panel:
That’s the TCB translation.
This is the Viz one.
(I prefer TCB overall, won't lie.)
What in the world does this mean? The phrasing points to a different time period rather than some point in the manga timeline. The comment about Kenjaku being really twisted points to it too. I don't think (more like, I really hope) Yuuji is a reincarnated sorcerer, but something seems real fishy here. And I can't even begin to guess, honestly. But I have faith that whatever Kenjaku cooked up for his favorite son is going to be interesting—and traumatizing for all parties involved, especially Yuuji.
Back to screaming into the void, but at least they're good screams this time.
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk 214#jjk spoilers#itadori yuuji#jujutsu kaisen spoilers#that should cover all the spoiler tags#I am probably gonna be post-op and very grumpy about it next weekend but watch me devour jjk from my hospital bed
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So I just watched Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves. (Rented from Redbox)
It was good and I really liked it. If I could just change one thing it would be this. Spoilers I guess but it’s been out on DVD for a bit.
I think it would’ve been hilarious, if at some point there something like this happened….I’m not sure where, but somewhere before something ridiculous happens, like when Doric changed into the owlbear and smashed Sofina around. There’s a zoom in on Doric and she says, “I Hulk Smash Sofina into the ground.” and there’s just a disembodied voice that says, “pardon?”
Cut Away gag. 5 random big name actors sit around the table, I’m talking like Ryan Reynolds, Matt Damon, Natasha Lyonne, Anne Hawthaway and like Brad Pitt are sitting around a table. (Sort of think how in the later Thor movies Matt Damon is playing the actor playing Loki just cause cameos. Pick and choose who it is but I really like especially Ryan and Natasha as I think they’d both have fun)
Natasha: “what? I grab Sofina and just smash her into the ground repeatedly like Hulk did to Loki in Avengers.
Ryan (who I picture is playing Ed): “that would be funny”
Brad (disgruntled DM) “don’t encourage her, by the Anne roll a D20”
Anne: “wait, why?” *rolls* “4,”
Brad: “okay we’ll get back to that,”
Natasha: “I rolled a 19 on my strength check, plus I get a +4 in owlbear shape”
Matt and Ryan: “Hulk Smash Hulk Smash Hulk Smash”
Brad: “okay fine”
Cuts back to the movie as normal.
Then maybe change the mid-credit scene. As much as I found of funny, change it to this.
Cuts back to the table.
Brad: “okay I think that wraps up this session. Should we end the campaign here or should we find another quest?”
Matt: “I’m not giving up my character. I just got some killer artifacts.”
Natasha: “yeah I love my Druid”
Anne: “it would suck to stop here after we wasted the stone on me. If we were going to stop my character might as well have stayed dead.”
Brad: “okay next session, how does Monday night work?”
Matt: “I can’t, I have a late shift,”
Brad: “okay Tuesday?”
Natasha; “I work at 5am on Wednesday, I can’t stay out too late.”
Brad: “so Wednesday night will be out too cause you’ll be out by 9. Thursday?”
Anne: “Date Night,”
Brad: “Friday?”
Ryan: “My daughter has a dance recital,”
Brad: “and my in-laws are coming on Saturday through Wednesday morning for 4th of July on Tuesday”
Cuts back to the credits but you continue hearing them in the background instead of music for another 90 seconds trying to find a date. The music fades back in before one is decided.
I just think it would have been really funny. I get that in the middle of the movie it might take away from the whole one dying and the sacrifice Ed makes for choosing not to revive is wife and reviving Holga instead (which by the way got major Onward vibes from that. The whole “I never had a dad but I always had you.” Sort of being Kira never had a mom but always had Holga) if we know they aren’t real, but I really feel it would have really made it a D&D movie having actual dice gags and the whole not being able to plan a session.
Anyways, good fun movie. Might buy it so I can watch it again. I could totally see in the movie parts that were totally crit fail and successes.
I’m thinking seeing the trailers made me really finalize wanting to play it. I do a small campaign with one other person who plays a character and DMs and we have a lot of fun.
Anyways, sorry for the long post. But that’s what I thought.
#dungeons and dungeons#D&D#d&d honor among thieves#dungeons and dragons honor among thieves#spoilers#d&d honor among thieves spoilers
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It’s Just Pretend
Chapter 3: Fake It Till You Make It
AO3!
Chapter 2
First Chapter!
Word Count: 1,843
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Two Months Later
“So how’s the fiance?” Hunk wiggled his eyebrows as he sipped on his beer. Shay gives him a light shove with her elbow.
“Teddy bear, that’s not funny,” Shay said in a hushed whisper. Trying to hide her own smile behind her hand.
Lance rolled his eyes at his friends. “It wasn’t supposed to go on this long. I just…I don’t know.”
“You didn’t expect your neighbors to be so friendly and attentive?” Adam said as he polished a glass. They were the only ones in the bar. Mondays were always slow.
Lance groaned and rested his forehead on the counter. “Exactly.”
“Is it really that bad?” Shay asked a bit tentatively.
Lance sighed. It really wasn’t. It could be worse. “It’s not. He could be a worse roommate. I’m just ruining my chances to get a real partner. So I can, I don’t know, get actually engaged.”
Hunk gave him a pat on the back. “It’s good you two are compatible together. The only thing we know about him is he had good grades and he isn’t much of a people person.”
Adam chuckled. "Sounds like someone I know.”
“Yeah,” Lance lifted his head up, “sorry it’s been impossible for you all to meet him. He’s nowhere near a social butterfly.”
“How did you two meet again?” Shay meekly asked.
“Same major, same class, I sat next to him on the first day.”
“And then you abandoned me to room with him.” Hunk wiped a fake tear from his eye.
“You wanted to move in with Shay! And he needed a roommate and it wasn’t the worst option.” Lance said in his defense.
Hunk laughed, the sound echoing off the walls of the bar. “You two are best friends, so it all worked out.”
“And just like us, you’re engaged now!”
“SHAY!”
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“When’s the party?” Pidge asked, their eyes never leaving the TV screen in front of them. Her thumbs moved quickly over the controller.
“What party?” Keith questioned with an exasperated sigh.
“The engagement party of course.”
Keith groaned as his character fell off the cliff he was balanced on. “As I’ve explained, we’re not actually together.”
“Might as well be, how long have you two been pretending?’ Matt asked as he shoved another slice of pizza into his mouth. “Three weeks or something?”
“Two months,” Pidge paused the game, leaning their head back to look at their brother. “When did you get home?”
“And why are you eating my pizza?” Keith questioned, his voice free from anger.
“It was on the counter, I didn’t see your name on it.” Matt wiped his hands on his pants and made his way toward the counter. “Move over,” he sat between them, taking Keith’s controller from him. Jumping right into the game as soon as Pidge resumed it.
“Neither of us expected this to go on as long as it has.” Keith crossed his arms over his chest and focused his attention on the screen.
“Why does it even need to keep going? Do you live next to your landlord or something?” Pidge asked, their eyebrows cocked up in confusion.
“No, at least not that I know of.”
“Then what’s the deal?” Matt questioned.
Keith signed, fighting the urge to slide onto the floor in hopes they would stop questioning him. “Our neighbors are…older. Well most of them are.”
Both the Holt siblings nodded. Their eyes were glued to the screen.
“And all of them have introduced themselves to us.”
“Okay,” they both said in creepy unison.
“So…they invite us over and drop by to bring us food and such. And…” Keith trailed off, suddenly feeling bashful.
“You two need to still keep the act up?” Pidge finished his thought.
“Yeah.”
Silence.
Both the Holt siblings began to laugh, clutching their stomachs with laughter. Keith could feel the tips of his ears get hot and he buried his head into his hands. “It’s not that funny.”
“You’re right, you’re right,” Matt replied through broken laughter. Taking a couple of deep breaths before speaking again. “It’s hilarious.”
“It’s not!”
“It is!” Pidge replied, removing their glasses to wipe the tears from their eyes.
“At least Shiro and Adam don’t laugh at me,” Keith mumbled against his hands.
Matt wrapped his arm around Keith’s shoulders. Pulling him against his side. “Maybe not to your face. But they find humor in it. Trust me.”
Keith groaned, was he ever going to escape this?
—
“Fix your tie,” Lance whispered as they waited for their neighbor to open the door.
“My tie is fine,” Keith whispered back.
“It’s crooked,” Lance said, an easy smile on his face. He held the covered tray of food they were bringing out to Keith. “Hold this.”
“Why?” Keith eyed the tray cautiously.
“Mullet, just take the stupid tray.” Lance pressed it close to him. Letting go as soon Keith wrapped his fingers around the metal. He lifted his hands, beginning to adjust the piece of fabric as the door swung open. Soft music filled the air, along with laughter from the guests already present.
“Oh! Keith and Lance! I’m so happy you could make it.” The middle-aged man smiled, sending them both a toothy grin.
“Hey Jeffery,” Lance quickly finished adjusting the tie. Taking a moment to pat his hands down Keith’s chest before taking the tray. Seeming unaware of how red Keith’s face became as the motion. “Sorry, we’re a little late.” Lance put a smile on his face, taking a tiny step away from his fake fiance.
Jeffery waved him off. “You still got here. Come on in! The party has already started.” The two boys entered the room, taking a moment to slip off their shoes.
“Remember, Mullet. If you get overwhelmed just give me a clue and we will leave. No questions asked.” Lance whispered to Keith before kissing his cheek. Something he had started to get more comfortable with.
“Thank you, Lance,” Keith mumbled back, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly in relief.
Lance sent him another warm smile and headed towards the kitchen with the tray of food; leaving Keith in the doorway.
The party went smoothly, drinks were had, and conversation flowed. It was a pleasant night. Up until the questions started. Now Keith didn’t mind questions. He and Lance have laid a loose foundation for their relationship to follow.
They met freshman year of college and were roommates
Lance got feelings first and their first date was to an aquarium
Keith popped the question after graduation
It was soundproof for daily conversations. Keyword; daily. Not a borderline grilling session. How did he even get here? Keith focused on his drink, the words around him blurring together. He knew he was still at the party. He was surrounded by his neighbors. People he knew. So why did it feel like he was swimming in a mixed drink of confusion and guilt?
“How are you liking the engagement life?” Someone placed their hand on his shoulder. Giving him a friendly shake.
Keith kept his eyes trained on his cup. He opened his mouth and forced out the first coherent words he could manage. He hated talking as a concept but small talk was his personal hell. “It’s…good.”
“Is it everything you imaged?” Another voice sounded to his right. He couldn’t read the tone well, but the person chuckled like they made a joke.
Keith brought his cup to his lips. Focusing on the liquid, where was Lance? “I mean, it’s not like things have really changed.”
The people around him made some sounds of agreement. “Just wait until you really start planning the wedding. That will kill your bank account.”
Keith pushed out a small chuckle. “Not like either of us have money.”
“Oh right, you two are new graduates, right? I wish my life was that put together when I was your age.” Someone else said.
Keith forced another laugh. His skin suddenly felt too tight. “Yeah…money is tight.” He cleared his throat. Praying that no one could see how sweaty his palms were or how his hands shook. “It’s late. I think it’s time for Lan-my love and I to go home.”
Everyone made sounds of agreement and bid him farewell. He prayed he didn’t stumble from the room. He needed to find Lance.
He hated when he felt like this. When the air in the room was suddenly sucked out. The walls slowly collapsed in on him. And for what? People talking to him like he was a person? People acknowledging his existence?
He forced his body to suck in the air. His lungs and ribs ached at the slight stretch. Where was Lance?
The room was spinning on him, he suddenly felt as if he downed four bottles of wine. His fingernails dug into his palms, trying to ground himself through the pinch. In and out, just find Lance. That’s all we need to do. He repeated the words in his head. Managing to hold on to the edge as he moved through the space.
Someone laughed next to him. A positive gesture. Something that meant happiness. Joy. But right now, that sound made Keith nearly tear up. Why was it so loud? Why was it always so loud around others?
A hand touched his arm. Firm, but gentle. A grasp that was familiar. Safe. He was pulled sideways slightly. His body pressed against someone else's. He nearly sobbed in relief when the familiar smell of the ocean filled his nose.
“Whoa, easy there Red. Someone had one drink too many.” Lance’s voice was light, filled with amusement. Not mocking. Weirdly comforting. Keith would never understand how he mastered that tone.
Keith tried to open his mouth to say something. Anything, instead he let his head fall on Lance’s shoulder. Focusing on the way Lance tightened his hold to support more of his weight. He knew he was talking, probably telling the others they needed to leave for the night. Keith couldn’t hear through the waterfall that was roaring in his ears.
Lance took a step sideways, helping Keith turn with him as they made their way toward the door. He could vaguely make out the ‘goodbyes’ and ‘thanks yous’ as they stepped into the hallway. Silence finally consumed them as the door clicked closed.
Lance didn’t lose his hold and they made their way back to their apartment. Their footsteps filled the hallway with a beat sound. Neither of them spoke, Keith couldn't even if he wanted to.
Lance quickly unlocked the door, locking it just as quickly once they were inside. Before Keith could take a breath, the other boy wrapped his arms around him. Holding him tightly. His face tucked into his neck. “You’re okay. It’s just us now.”
His voice was soft. Smooth. Reserved for moments like this. When he had to comfort someone through a crisis. Lance made be a loud mouth goofball but he could tone it down when someone needed him to.
Keith fell into the hug. Believing Lance’s words.
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The question is, did Adam figure it our or is he really that dense?
Thank you for reading <33333
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Review: The Stranger Times by C. K. McDonnell
A dark yet humorous urban fantasy, The Stranger Times is ready to report some of the weirdest and unrealistic stuff (or at least, that’s what they think) happening in our world at the moment. Based in Manchester, things are about to get eerie and the link between the real world and the fantasy world is starting to turn really vague.
McDonnell did an absolutely splendid job at telling the story from alternative perspectives, gradually revealing the darker forces that are happening in the alleyways of Great Manchester. An evil plan is hatching and possibly only the people at The Stranger Times are able to stop them.
Well, speaking of the people at The Stranger Times newspaper…they’re definitely not a peaceful bunch. They’re all such different people and one can only imagine the dynamics between them. What’s fascinating is that there isn’t one character who doesn’t have an interesting backstory, and they’re all written in a way that makes me feel like they’re just normal people like us, or perhaps people we encounter on an everyday basis.
Take Vincent Banecroft for example, the drunken editor of The Stranger Times, whose only hobbies are probably swearing all day long and shouting at anyone who speaks or tries to speak to him, but there is just something about him that you simply can’t hate. There’s so much more to him than his drunken appearance once you get to know his stories. Honestly, I am a bit disappointed that we didn’t really have much written from his perspective, it would be interesting as hell to see what’s going on in this fellow’s mind 24/7.
Then we have the new assistant editor, the ‘new Tina’, Hannah Willis. Poor girl left her husband and accidentally burned down their house after finding him cheating on her multiple times. She ended up becoming a new member of this crazy newspaper crew after making the decision to leave everything behind and start over again. Hannah has a lot of potential and it would be super encouraging and satisfying to see her transform even more.
Reggie and Ox definitely are the funniest pair, aren’t they? One determined to jump off the building every Monday and another who perhaps lack a bit of enthusiasm when attempting to persuade the other from jumping. And then we have Grace and Stella, a kind-hearted receptionist (I believe) and a girl with something more to her than meets the eye. We also have the nerdy teenager Simon, who dedicates his whole life trying to get Banecroft’s approval and become a member of The Stranger Times. Will he succeed eventually? Guess we’ll have to wait and find out.
Working together to produce some of the strangest news, they were quickly dragged into a series of investigations where weird things start to happen, and The Stranger Times newspaper might start to turn into that name literally…
McDonnell’s style of writing is whimsical, the dialogues are hilarious, and the characters are certainly entertaining enough, especially the guy who keeps trying to sell Hannah the story of him seeing a ghost for 10 grand, honestly dude, I’m very impressed with your persistency. Additionally, in between chapters, there are also short extracts from the newspaper with all sorts of strange things reported daily which makes it even more interesting to read.
This story contains a mixture of dark humour and fantasy elements, and you can always get a good laugh while reading it. It’s funny but not cringey and you could get hooked on right from the start. The next one in this series comes out next year and I certainly can’t wait to read more about the strange things that happen at The Stranger Times.
Get ready, for the weird things might just turn out to be real…
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I want to share with you this idea I have had for literally a year that has always stumped me because I never find a stupid enough reason for teenaged Eren and Mikasa to break up.
The premise is: Armin’s week from hell.
Armin has a nightmare of man-eating humanoids before going to school on Monday and subsequently oversleeps, causing him to miss his bus and have to catch a ride to school with his father which makes him late. His back is also really itchy for some reason. When he gets to class and sits at his desk everybody is too busy whispering about something to notice him. Being the nosey person he is he asks his desk neighbour Mina for the tea only to be met by a shocked gasp “You don’t know?!”
“Eren and Mikasa have broken up!”
And then there’s a whole bunch of shenanigans from here where the friend group takes sides in the break up (if you’re wondering it’s Sasha, Connie, Jean on team Mikasa and Reiner, Bert, Marco on team Eren), Armin becomes a child of divorce and EM end up working out a custody agreement of who gets to hang out with him when, the song drivers license playing on repeat, a stress induced back rash that is rapidly spreading! And a budding romance between Armin and the loner outcast Annie.
But I can’t think of a stupid enough reason for them to break up! It is crucial the break up can only last a week, and it has to be some sort of miscommunication (because it adds more stress and rage to Armin and I like seeing him stressed). Please help me!!!
Also let me know if you want to know more because I just opened up my old note again about this and I forgot how silly it was 😂😂
I have just thing! Two incredibly stupid situations from my own life that I think could work for your idea.
Both are text messaging related and involve my ex, who can barely read (like Eren!) and doesn't know how to give anyone the benefit of the doubt (like Eren?).
Option 1. Eren misreads a text from Mikasa and, despite it seeming ooc for her to say something so petty/selfish, he does not reread the text. He simply reacts and says something mean to her about how he won't even be able to look at her for the next few days or whatever. When this happened to me with my ex, I was like, "Can you explain what I did for you to be acting like this?" and it was resolved almost immediately (god, the red flags, though), but you can have Mikasa also react and say, "Okay! Then don't look at me ever!" Sides are chosen based on who heard whose version of the story. Perhaps Armin could eventually ask Eren if he can read the text messages (or Eren shows him to prove what a bitch Mikasa was) and he realizes the typo and gets mad that Eren is such a dumbfuck.
Option 2. My ex gave me the silent treatment for days because we had been texting and one of my texts didn't go through. He didn't know it hadn't gone through, of course, but he was mad because he thought I'd ignored something he'd said to me? But he didn't tell me that's why he was mad. He just stopped talking to me, even when I went over to his gma's for Xmas. He just ignored me the whole time. (🚩🚩🚩) A few days later, I was over at his house (Why when he wasn't talking to me and I was now not talking to him???? He'd probably invited me and I'd gone because I'm dumb) and he was like, "Can we be done fighting?" And I was like, "I don't even know what we're fighting about. You started this." And he was like, "no, you did. You ignored me when I texted you [whatever. I can't remember. It was so low stakes]." And I was like, "No, I didn't. I said [something]." We compared inboxes. The reply text was in mine but not in his. All was forgiven. Like with the previous situation, sides can be picked among their friends based on whose version they heard first and it can be easily resolved if Eremika would just talk.
If those work for your idea, please feel free to use either one or combine them in any way you see fit. And, yes, this idea sounds hilarious. It's giving me Alexander and the terrible horrible very bad day vibes. Please share more.
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Kelly! Hi! Just checking in cause I wanted to ask how you’re doing? I haven’t been very active lately, but I had a cute thought. Lester, freckled by the sun, his hair slowly curling up at his ears as it dampens lightly with sweat, his tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth, a look of concentration on his face as he stares intently at the ground. A bright smile suddenly tugs at his lips, illuminating his whole face with mirth. “Ha! I found another one, Bo! That makes twelve! How many do you got again, two?!” He’d rush towards the spot in front of the tree, sliding a bit as he falls to the ground, his hands instantly moving toward the little piece of treasure on the ground. He’d be so careful, plucking it gently out of the ground and cradling it in his hands. Mushroom soup was so much better than roadkill.
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I went mushroom hunting for the first time in my life with my boyfriend and his family today and got caught in barbed wire (why there was a random string of barbed wire connected to a tree, I will never know) and literally face planted the ground! (I’m okay!! My shoe is shredded thought lmbo) it was hilarious. I laughed . Nobody else did. It was embarrassing. For some reason I still can’t comprehend, I then proceeded to lay flat on the ground while everyone stared at me. I wonder if they can tell that I don’t get out much 🤣🤣
It was fun though. I’m me so I felt out of place but like, I’m very glad I agreed to go. I never wanna do it again, but it was fun to see everybody so happy and excited to search for mushrooms. I hadn’t had any plans of hiking this summer, but after that, I kinda miss it. I wanna try and see some waterfalls. Maybe the sun and a long walk is exactly what this year needs.
(Also friendly warning that if you’re a easily freckled person and you’ve been out in the woods, that tiny new “freckle” might not be a freckle after all and could very well be a baby tick.)
This ended up being a bit longer than I thought it would be. Sorry!! I hope you’re having the bestest of Mondays.
- Lily ❤️.
How, HOW could I have possibly known just from reading this bit in the middle - 'I went mushroom hunting for the first time in my life with my boyfriend and his family today and got caught in barbed wire' that this ask was from YOU? OMGFG, Lily...MOTHERFUCKIN' BUBBLE WRAP, I *swear*
Also...💕 LILY!!! 💕
I'm going to go ahead and assume that you somehow managed to find the only bit of barbed wire within 50 miles to trip over. It's such a you thing to do 😂
I'm glad your face is ok, and it's far better to have a shredded shoe than a shredded foot...with your luck, you could've gotten Necrotizing Fasciitis (don't look it up, really...DON'T) 💀
There is no shame in tripping over something in the woods, and I definitely would have helped you up...after I took a photo, of course! 😊
That is a beautiful HOW thought...and I can see Lester being quite an accomplished mushroom forager, especially with all the books he scavenged from the derelict home of one of Ambrose's former residents, a retired Mycologist who now serves as a permanent fixture in the House Of Wax...
Please be very careful, Lily, as mushroom foraging can be both incredibly fun and incredibly dangerous, and people have died from either cooking a meal made with foraged mushroom they thought were harmless, or have had them deliberately fed to them by someone intent on causing their untimely death...
That being said, can you just imagine Lester trying to teach Bo and Vincent the difference between 'this is safe to eat' and 'if you eat this it will hurt the entire time you are dying'?
(Yes, mushroom soup IS oftentimes better than roadkill...except when it comes to raccoon roadkill stroganoff made WITH foraged mushrooms!)
How he would gently explain to a gravely disappointed Vincent that the mushrooms he thought were rare and expensive Morels were, in fact, 'False Morels', one of the most poisonous mushrooms in the state, and how he would promise to bring him some real Morels from 'that fancy-ass grocery store' the next time he went into town...
...or, how he would smack Bo with his hat and give him a stern lecture after Bo tried to convince him that the freshly picked basket of 'Fly Agaric' mushrooms couldn't possibly be poisonous because Mario ate them all the time in the 'Super Mario Brothers' games...
(Red cap...white spots, it *looks* safe to eat, therefore they *are* safe to eat...right?)
Now, as for tics, the closest I ever get to plant life is browsing the produce section of the local grocery store! I don't hike or take walks in the woods, so, that's one less thing to worry about!
If you ever do see some waterfalls, I expect pictures! I've never seen one in person, but, I can live vicariously through your adventures!
Sorry for the lateness of the reply, but TECHNICALLY, today is still 'a' Monday, right? 😅
Last Monday was pretty good, but unfortunately, it preceded a shit week and an even worse weekend (nearly three days of stress-induced panic attacks was not restful, but at least I was off those three days...small miracles, right?)
I miss you, Lily...my DM's are always open for you! *Hugs* 💕
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