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starpros-sunshine · 2 years
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whoetoshaw · 11 months
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LABOUR | h. lewis
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summary: you give birth to your babies. [8k words.]
pairing: reader x bog (W2S.)
notes: woooo!! bb bogs have finally made their debut!! can you guess their names? 😝 i might change them, but for now take a guess! absolutely adored writing this, i hope you can all see my vizion! let me know if you enjoyed! 😌🫶🏼 baby bogs are released, ready for more fic planning! 🤪 but also taking a breather from posting - i want to build up my drafts again! 😌 don’t forget to reblog! <333
“HARRY, GET ANOTHER SONG ON, I need to feel like I'm at a rave.”
Your back was pressed to endless clouds of pillows, feet propped up on the hospital bed and your bump strapped with wires.
You’d been in here almost 12 hours, since the early hours of this morning. Having arrived yesterday afternoon, concerned with some pain and then sent home when told they could do nothing, you were back again at 3:00AM when you’d woken up to the feeling of your waters breaking. You were back in the labor unit.
Nothing big seemed to have happened since, the very odd sharp pain shooting in your abdomen, you must have been dilated at least a couple centimetres, but nothing extreme that meant you could start pushing.
So they kept you there, concerned enough to be keeping a close eye on you with having two babies, and medicate you through the pain.
It was now approaching 3:00 and you were just fed up. You’d done nothing but lay in the bed all day.
Why couldn’t you have done that in your own room back home? You tried to walk about every so often but it got harder and harder each time which you tried to take as a good sign.
A doctor had took a look at you and told you that within 24 hours of your waters breaking -you should have your babies in your arms - and since then, it had been 12. So, to say you were freaking out knowing you would have babies in your arms this time tomorrow (hoping all goes well!) it was a scary fucking thought.
Which is why your mother-in-law was convinced you were both being delusional as there was no way a set of parents-to-be were so chilled in the ward, reminiscing on your past festivals and parties, playing the songs through the TV, instead of discussing the biggest fucking elephant in the room.
“THERE WAS A T-IIIIIME . . I used to look into my father’s eyes,” the two of you harmonised, Harry playing DJ on his feet all morning while you sang through clenched eyes, ignoring the pain you were in.
His mum couldn’t believe the sight of you, singing to each other as if you were partying right now, drunk off your tits and loved up - but no, just pretending like you weren’t about to pop out her first set of grandkids.
She knew the maturity kicked in when the babies were born, but Jesus, she didn’t mean the very second, at least a little beforehand.
What made it worse? The fact her son had supplied you both with sunglasses - you were wearing rectangle-framed shades in a hospital gown.
“—UP ON THE HILL ACROSS THE BLUE LAKEEE, that’s where I had my first heartbreak! I still remember how it all CHAAANGED me!—”
“You two seriously send my blood through the roof,” she watched you play the role of a DJ in his booth, your hand moments encouraging Harry to pull out the moves. “Be quiet!”
“Next song,” you waved on.
Harry did as you said - he was doing anything you wanted at this point, if it kept you happy. Anything else sent you into a flight of rage. The moment you heard the first second of a song that shot you back in time to a time you were dancing sinfully drunk, throwing your organs up the morning after, you immediately cursed, “GET IT OFF.”
It put you in a mood so quickly! You could not ruin the mood.
You were on such a smooth path at the minute, you couldn’t have the bubble burst. When a good song played, you felt at ease.
“Next.”
“Next.”
“Next.”
Harry grew nervous, flicking through the different tunes.
He’d been there since this morning, accompanying you when you’d told him to go home as there was no point in him sitting uncomfortably in a chair when the bed was at home. He complied, and he’d gone to a Sidemen meeting as well, as you’d yelled down the phone that you didn’t need him because nothing was happening, and even then, he had sent you the cutest message that had you sobbing for an hour:
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He felt bad being at home and uncomfortable without you being in his presence, but you’d reassured him you were fine. In saying that, you were pretty sure neither you had slept as you’d texted the whole night. His mum kept you company when he wasn’t there, but now he was back, and doing her head in.
But he was making you laugh.
“Oh my God!” The tunes just brought you back to a specific time in your life, feeling like each one was just yesterday. “I might be . . anyone. A lone fool, out in the sun—”
You immediately felt like a teenager again, fresh in your twenties, surrounded by all your friends, your favourite boy who was still by your side, screaming those lyrics and getting as off your head as you wanted. You didn’t have parents to shy from, you had your own home, your own rules. You were a grown up.
Not grown up enough, though, it suddenly felt like, the reality kicking in again, you were about to be someone’s parent.
Christ. You were gonna have a set of twins who would lie just as you did about all the times you went out, getting shit-faced in a field. Fucking hell, wasn’t it karma at its finest?
“WAAAIITING FOR THE FIRE TO LIIIGHT!—”
“Next song.”
“You guys are being too loud. Harry, sit down would you?”
“I can’t,” he shrieked, the nerves automatically getting the best of him if he tried to sit still. He had to occupy himself.
His Mum was playing substitute for your Mum. You were happy enough to have either of them in the room, but your Mum was currently on holiday - drunk on cocktails, living her best life with your Dad before they were crowned grandparents — and boy oh boy, was she excited.
Excited for the karma you were about to get with your very own mini-me. She was ecstatic.
You were to blame realistically— you’d told her to go ahead and go on the holiday, that you didn’t think you were likely to go into labor while she was away.
Secretly though, she was more than willing to let Harry’s Mum deal with you in labour. She could (no offense) imagine anything worse.
“Are you still set on that name?”
You and Harry met eyes, lips moving both humorously but irritably as he lowered the song.
You adored his Mum. You loved everything about her. You more than often took her side in an argument against her son, and couldn’t count with both hands you’d spent time together as a pair: monster-in-law didn’t exist to you, you took this woman’s word for everything. You didn’t need to go into detail: she meant a lot to you and whether your own mum knew it or not — you seeked more comfort in her than your own.
This woman would defend you ‘til her last breath; had your back in anything and everything.
Except now.
She, for probably the first time in your life since knowing her, disagreed with you on a topic:
Baby names.
But you were close enough for her to be able to tell you how she felt about the name, which just proved how close-knit you both were.
“Mum, she likes it—” Harry immediately jumped to stop his Mum from angering upsetting you.
“—I know! I know, but I mean,” the name you had picked was lovely, very sweet and not as heard of as much anymore — but she just couldn’t get past the obvious. “I just — I don’t like them, that’s all I’ll think about: a handful of dirty p—”
Your head hit the pillow as she forced herself to stop talking. You really liked the name and you did not want her putting you off it. “Please change the song,” you checked the time, knowing a nurse was due to come in and check you again.
“The boy name is cute, I like it,” she tried to butter you up.
“Just remind me of Baker—”
“IT’S NOT THE SAME NAME, it would be Te—” you held a hand up to stop him having this same recurring argument.
“. . but it kinda is, y/n—”
“I swear to God,” you interrupted Harry in his explanation as to why he wasn’t sure about your boy name.
Why?! Why can’t everyone just wait and see that the names you had circled were going to fit the two causing unbelievable discomfort in your womb right now!
And you know what?! If they don’t — better still: back up names it is! Everyone’s happy!
You didn’t need to hear the beeps to sense your blood pressure was rising.
And then you heard it, the angelic opening: Levels came on.
Your heart monitor spiked up along with a sudden wave of deja vu. “Oh — NO, don’t! I’m gonna cry.” You hid your face, your arms getting the same goosebumps every time you heard the start of the song.
“Oh my God. Can we name our boy Avicii?”
“Nah ‘cause I can’t find a reason for saying no,” you waved him off endearingly, both looking for some apprehensiveness to the idea. “I love that.”
“OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE, you’re not calling your firstborn Avicii!”
Harry tutted towards his Mum, spoiling your fun in this stressful moment. “Whoever comes out first gets the name!” He spoke against your stomach, beard tickling your skin despite the inexplicable discomfort occurring around it. He turned it up and the two of you continued your dancing – arm movements from you considering you were strapped to the bed, wires and all sorts connected to help monitor any contractions. And also - you seemed to feel more and more tired.
“We could make it a middle name?”
You shrugged nonchalantly.
“NO. ARE YOU BOTH WISE? NO. GROW UP. STOP MESSING ABOUT.”
You forced a concealed chuckle, seeing his Mum get worked up in the corner with her magazine more than you - who was literally in the process of giving birth.
“Oh my God. We’re so old,” you lay your head against the pillow, realizing it was going to be a long time until your next festival.
His Mum was sending videos into the family chat once asked ‘how’s y/n?’ from Rosie or ‘what’s happening now?’ from Harry’s dad, looking an update on where you were with labor, expecting the pair of you to be sitting there biting your nails, sweating it out, riddled with nerves.
They most definitely didn’t expect the two of you to be blasting your Tomorrowland playlists, and yet, it was the most Y/n & Harry thing ever.
Realistically, you both know you were only trying to take your mind off the obvious, and calm your nerves by messing about.
You were obviously shitting bricks, waiting for a nurse to come in and get you started.
Harry noticed your sudden lack of attitude and turned off the music and came to your side. He was nervous as it was but when he seen you look nervous and uncomfortable — it threw him off even more. Made him panic more than anything else. “Are you okay?” His hand nervously grabbed yours.
You could feel those sharp pains coming back again, causing you to squirm and shift in the bed with discomfort. You lifted the sunglasses on top of your head and clenched your jaw, eyes squeezed shut as another wracked right through you, provoking a loud wince from your lips. “OW! No!”
He’d grabbed your hand at the right time ‘cause you were now gripping it for dear life, cramping it in seconds and inflicting all your pain onto him.
He knew it wasn’t probably the right time to finally realise it . . but he felt so bad.
Look what he’d done to you.
“Oh my God,” you groaned, trying to find a steady pace of breath.
No. No it couldn't be time! Please! You weren’t ready!
“What? What? What? What?! What?!!” Harry’s head switched frantically to you, back to his Mum, back to you, back to his Mum.
She stood up from her chair and calmed him, “shh! It’s alright! It’s just her contractions!” She took your other hand while the other pressed the button that called for the nurse, “Y/n, are you okay, darling? Shall I get the nurse?” She pushed your hair away from your face, the sight of you bringing back memories she knew all too well herself.
“Oh my God . . this isn’t happening,” you moaned, curving your back as another one shot through you.
You know like when you’re on a rollercoaster? And you’re all excited until they strap you in and you suddenly want to get off?
This was you wanting to get off.
You’d changed your mind. “No, no, no, no, no—”
“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry!” your boyfriend’s guilty voice brought you back to reality as he squeezed you hand reassuringly.
You hated him so much right now.
Your back jolted again, a cry bursting through you.
“Oh my, y/n, i’m going to find a nurse. Just relax okay? I know it’s hard but you’re going to be ok, okay?” Your mother-in-law kissed your slightly sweaty head and squeezed your hand before leaving the room, giving off about what the point was having a buzzer if they weren’t going to come at the sound of it.
“Are you okay?”
“NO, HARRY! OBVIOUSLY NOT!”
Harry flinched out of his fucking skin at your monstrous tone, scaring the absolute shit out of him.
Oh no, here it was, what everyone had warned him about — the part where your Mrs becomes possessed.
You covered your eyes with your fingers, trying to keep the tears at bay.
You were so scared right now. You weren’t ready. You couldn’t do this.
You couldn’t do this twice.
But you were not telling Harry that.
From the moment you’d found out you were having two, and researched how common and natural it surprisingly was, you were on board with the idea of naturally birthing both babies out. So long as the placenta wasn’t blocking the way for them to get out - it was all good for you to try!
Harry on the other hand was praying the placenta got in the way. That something prevented you from doing this — he was team c-section all the way, he felt more content if you got one. He just had it in his head that something was going to go wrong and you were going to die. He just didn’t feel safe, and didn’t want to take the risk. You’d gotten doctors to tell him endlessly that they could interfere anytime and get the other one out if needs be but Harry was putting his foot down. Why the hassle? No, he told you.
Obviously you wore the pants so what you said, went, and here you were.
But oh God . . . maybe you were about to rewrite your delivery plan.
“Hey, hey!” he shook your hand to pull you out of your head, “it’s ok. You’re gonna be alright, I’m right here.”
Your heart clenched as he crouched down, not letting go of your hand. “I know,” you wanted to smile, tears forming in your eyes at him. “I’m just so scared.”
“That’s ok! We’re both scared! You’re okay! You’re gonna be fine, y/n, you were made for this. It’s all going to be fine! You can do it!”
You inwardly whined, heart fluttering at his words — they meant so much because you knew he was freaking out more than you right now and yet, was pushing it aside to help you.
You loved him so much.
“Come on, you can’t cry, you’re ready, you were literally made for this, your body is literally,” he nodded, unable to complete what he was saying just a ‘ykwim’ nod, and he made you laugh. He stood up to place a kiss on your cheek and you just wanted to hug him. You wanted him to hold you.
Wanted him to do this for you.
“Oh my God,” you groaned, arm tensing around his neck as you felt the sob from within you. What the fuck were these contractions deal?
His Mum came in with a nurse who quickly told you how you were 8cm dilated and that everyone would begin prepping.
You didn’t know why, but seeing Harry stand there at the end of the bed, biting his nails, squirming uncomfortably at the sight beneath your hospital gown — it angered you.
What was your problem?!
Why the fuck was he standing like that? And looking at you like that?! Why’d he look like that?!
You could feel the aggression burning along your limbs, triggering your chest to heavily rise and fall. Say your sweet words and then what?! What do you do now?! Nothing!
You’ve done all the hard work getting it in me, now I have to carry them and get them out?!
And two of them?! For the price of what?! For the price of your pleasurable 4-minutes?!!
If even?!!!!!
They changed the position of your bed and moved everything out of the way, bringing in the table of tools and surrounded you around the bed. The pain didn’t stop. Harry was to your left and his Mum to your right, but her hands were occupied at her lips, finally in shock as she watched everything while Harry held onto your hand.
“Oh my God, I don’t want to do this, I don’t want to do this, please,” you cried, your hair rustling further into the pillow as you felt your arms shake with nerves. “Please, fucking inject me with the fucking . . morphine or heroin or whatever it is!!!”
“Y/n,” Harry said, both at your wording and little aggression towards the doctors.
Your clenched eyes and pained face suddenly relaxed as you slowly peeled your eyes to the left, and Harry’s mother hid the laugh in her throat as she looked away, sensing what was coming.
“WHAT?!” You spat at him.
“We might be too late to give you an epidural, you’re almost—”
“GIVE ME THE FUCKING EPIDURAL!!!” You threatened at the midwife, clinging to the hands holding you.
Harry was so embarrassed but he knew this was . . somewhat normal.
You knew this wasn’t you but you knew they’d understand. It wasn’t personal.
You did get the needle and suddenly — it was like you’d ate a bag of shrooms. “I’m so sorry about that.”
“Don’t worry, mama!”
Trust. They’d dealt with worse.
“Almost there,” his Mum rubbed your hand excitedly. Almost 10cm and you could start.
You were panting through the contractions, feeling your heart leap through your chest, you clawed for the gas and air supply, wishing it was laced with some heavy fucking CBD. It was torturous- you just wanted to start fucking pushing.
“Oh dear,” you whined, your nails digging into the back of your boyfriend’s hand. Time felt so slow yet so chaotic at the same time. Your lower-half felt like it was on fire, the most uncomfortable, unexplainable pain occurring.
He gently pulled his hand back, you were hurting him. “Ow, y/n.”
“Ow? OW?!” You looked at him, “OH SORRY! DID I FUCKING HURT YOU?! WAS THAT SORE? OH SORRY. NO, LET ME APOLOGIZE, UNLIKE YOU, WHO—”
There it was, you knew — you knew it, you knew that was the last one, you were finally 10cm. “OH MY—FUCK!” You got the feeling, the natural urge to push. Your body felt like it was lit on fire and you exploded. “FUCK YOU HARRY. FUCK YOU. YOU FUCKING PRICK. LOOK WHAT YOU FUCKING DID, YOU FUCKING — YOU WILL NEVER,” you took a deep breath, pushing to your best as the worst pain rocked through you, “YOULLNEVERHAVEITINMEAGAIN—” the scream that left you would have one you an oscar in a horror film. You inhaled the biggest breath, “I CAN’T DO THIS! I’M NOT DOING THIS!”
“You’re doing great, y/n! Just push! Just keep pushing, honey! They’re coming!”
They’re.
Two. You had two to get through.
Well, that just made you claw at your eyes. “I don’t want to push anymore! I changed my mind!”
“No! You’re acing it! Come on!”
You were gripping onto Harry’s hoodie, stretching it and pulling at it, feeling your legs shake and sweat drip down your forehead - you had never wanted something to be over so fast.
How did you even push? Were you pushing right now?
“You’re okay, y/n, you’re doing fine. Take another deep breath and give me another big push. When you’re ready,” your midwife talked you through, dressed from top to bottom in scrubs with a mask and gloves on.
You tried, you really did, but it was so hard. You were already so tired and one wasn’t even out. You didn’t even know if they’d moved.
Harry kissed your head repeatedly, nerved to his core seeing you in such a state, he would have paid anything to take the pain away. He hated it. He could barely stand it. He could hardly hold his eyes open.
You pushed and pushed for ages, struggling and breathless, afraid you were getting nowhere until you heard them - the golden words. “I can see a head!”
Your midwife pulled Harry down by the end of the bed to see and before you could open your eyes to watch his reaction - a thump sounded in the room.
There was no way.
“OH, MY GOD!”
Your mouth was open seeing your little love on the floor; hitting the deck before anyone could’ve even reached to catch him, he went down like a tonne of bricks.
“Oh my God! HARRY!” His Mum let go of your hand and dragged him to his feet with the help of another doctor, struggling with the size of him.
And you know what you realised? You really fucking loved that boy because suddenly the worry of getting your kids out was suddenly directed on if your man was going to slump it again. You were practically ripping open and now you were riddled with concern, wondering if he was okay.
Were you delusional?!
“Is he alright?! Are you alright?!” Your heart rate spiked again.
“Y/n keep pushing!“
“Is he okay?!”
Your brows squirmed in distress trying to spot him, seeing him move, coming back to life as his Mum patted his cheek. For fuck’s sake, Harry.
He was slumped against the wall, an eye opening at a time as he came back to earth, reaching for the back of his head.
You let out a breath of relief, letting your head hit your pillow. “ . . are you serious?!”
He rubbed his head while he looked at you, but his Mum yanked his head.
“HARRY! DON’T LOOK AGAIN!”
But he managed. Managed to look again and watch as you gave the hardest push of your life with the most painful cry - your firstborn sliding out with everything still attached; coated in blood — and he fainted again.
Could you believe it.
Went crashing to the floor.
You couldn’t believe you were crying and laughing at the same time during labour, being in the most extruseaging pain you’d probably experience in your whole life - simply because he could not hack it.
He’d always make you laugh at the worst times.
But by the time the second one came — just minutes after and slightly easier – he was awake and sitting, experiencing it all. He’d seen the midwife pull out a much smaller baby and felt his knees go weak, but thankfully; he was on the chair this time.
The sound of the cries rattling the room had your heart stilling and racing at once.
It was the most intimidating sound.
They’d been placed on your chest for seconds before they were taken to be quickly weighed and cleaned up and you were too in shock to even take it in. You were in a daze. You couldn't believe what went on. Your mind went blank, your body numb. What just happened?
What time was it?
What day was it?
How much time had passed?
How long were you pushing?
You felt breathless. The sounds of them felt like a ringing in your ear and suddenly — your heart lept with relief, with excitement — crying. Good. They were alive. They were breathing. The nurses have them. They’re cleaning them. Great. Lovely.
I’m so fucking tired.
You snuggled your head into your shoulder for a second.
Amid being in a bubble from hearing the sound of the living beings he created - Harry’s heart dropped at the right of you, and he lept from his spot to your side, immediately slapping your face, eyes almost out of their sockets, “Y/N? Y/N. WAKE UP, COME ON NOW!”
“OW HARRY!” You moaned, pushing his hand away.
He let out a breath. “Oh Jesus fucking Christ. DON’T YOU EVER!”
“I’m exhausted!” You argued, eyelids weighing a tonne.
“You’re not closing your eyes,” he almost laughed despicably. No way in hell was he letting you drift. You would die.
You were drowsy. Still feeling drugged. “Give me a moment.”
“Y/n, NO!” His hand shook your jaw. You were not leaving him alone. You were not doing this right now. He hadn’t felt fear like this.
You hadn’t even met the kids yet!
You lost a little blood which could have explained the weakness - or simply the fact you’d pushed two babies during your labour — that reminder was almost traumatic just hearing it — but either way, you were fucking wrecked. Delusional a little. Probably dehydrated. Your eyes could barely sit open. His Mum brought a bottle to your lips and patted your sweaty hair, and the drink of water seemed to have sparked the smallest bit of life in you as two women suddenly approached your bed with the biggest smiles on their faces. Holding one of each, a living angel wrapped in a fluffy white towel, they leaned to place them in your arms.
You were so confused. You knew they was yours, they were your ones but you were so confused. But you acted like you knew what to do, I mean, you were guessing you were supposed to just take them.
“Congratulations, Mama,” the warmth hit your arm, and then the other, and suddenly—
You were with it. You were with them in the room. Everything made sense. The world went quiet, and it was just you, your baby boy, and your baby girl.
Two of the most beautiful little faces lay with their eyes closed, a frown on one of them and the other peacefully pouting, little fists clenched by their cheeks.
Your eyes welled to the brim as your heart rate excelled.
Oh, my God.
I did it.
I actually did it!
Oh my God!
They’re here, they’re right here! My babies!
My babies.
Yours. Your babies.
Yours and Harry’s.
Harry.
He was suspiciously quiet.
You tore your eyes off them to look at him in the seat next to you, and the tears fully flowed at the sight of him — palms digging into his sockets, the tears spilling down him like a running tap. Your heart burst in your chest as a rock formed in your throat, you tried to reach for his face, “Harry.”
Eyes were red, streaks staining his face even though he urgently wiped them away and he sniffed multiple times. He became completely undone in front of you, his heart out on the table.
He had never felt an emotion like this before. He didn’t think he could feel like this.
The overwhelming feeling of love and adoration he had, and the luck he felt that moment, the life he had been blessed with, the person he’d been blessed with— he was overwhelmed with gratitude. “Why am I fucking crying?” He looked at you, laughing. “I’m just . . this is so weird? I-I’m so happy right now,” he said, voice shaken but tinted with delight. He couldn’t believe the big day was finally here - finally done with.
His world was complete.
It was right in front of him.
For ages you both just gazed at them, seeing them so settled and unexpectedly not crying for anything yet. Harry’s Mum burst into tears too, hand shaking when she touched their little heads, as if to confirm they were here and real.
She kissed you both with the fullest heart, beaming with pride - already had 100 photos to share. “I’ll be back soon for a nurse!” She squeezed you both before leaving to freshen up and let you have your moments as a family of four now. She would be back soon, with the rest of the clan, so they could all see the new additions.
They were perfect.
For ages you sat in silence, the pair of you unable to put your eyes anywhere else.
How were they here? How were they yours?!
Your arms hugged them while Harry stroked your head, in complete disbelief staring at them.
“Why did you faint twice?” You laughed, tears drying your face. He laughed also, drying the rest of his.
“I don’t know. You were getting all the attention,” he managed to croak out, bringing his eyes back to his two creations.
He did that.
Or . . he helped with that.
You looked at them two, completely mesmerized and in disbelief still that they were yours. They were in you. That was what the constant pushing down on your ribs were - or kicking you while you tried to sleep.
That was who was making you sick 8 months ago when you tried to eat all your favourite food. Jesus Christ. You felt like you could finally breathe.
“I actually don’t believe it,” Harry sat with his hands over his mouth, unable to take his eyes off them.
This was his life now.
This was his forever.
A midwife appeared and approached your bed. “We’re just going to take Little Girl and weigh her again, she’s a little underweight compared to her brother, but that can be normal!” a soft voice told you, and you nodded understandingly and allowed her to take her, your heart a little upset at her words.
Little girl. Brother. Oh God. You had a son and daughter now.
You were someone’s Mum.
You were their Mum. You were a Mum.
You were a milf.
“My boy,” you finally spoke to them, removing your eyes from the door the midwife left with your baby to your first born. Your big boy. “How much do you weigh?”
“He’s 5.5.”
“Five and a half pounds!” That was all?! Swear they felt heavier in the womb.
“How much is she?”
Harry shrugged, “I heard 4.”
Four pounds? For a little baby? That was a little worrying, but you trusted the nurse’s word saying it was normal at times.
You suddenly furrowed your brows. “Is their cord cut?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you cut it?!” You looked at him. He was leaning on his hand, knees swaying in his seat as he stared down at his son. “Yeah.”
“DID YOU?!”
“Yes!” He laughed at your response. “Y/n you were looking right at me.”
“Was I?” You definitely blacked out or something.
“Yes,” he smiled, bringing his hand to your head to place another kiss on it. “I love you,” he copied your stare of the boy. “Well done.”
You snickered at his words. “Thanks.”
He was messing a little, but he meant it. He was so undeniably proud of you and understood everything — you did get a new respect for your woman. He felt like he was standing next to a God — a woman who’d done it twice! He would worship you ‘til the rest of his days, not that he already did.
He was so lucky you were his.
“Here’s Baby Girl,” your baby soon returned and the midwife placed her in your other arm and quickly took a seat on a stool. “So, Little Boy is 5 and a ½ pounds, very normal for a twin — Little Girl on the other hand is only 4 pounds, but it’s nothing to be too alarmed about. It can be common. You have to stay in for a couple days anyway so we’ll be able to monitor until you’re ready to leave. It shouldn’t take long for them to fill out once you start feeding and stuff,” she ran over with you, going over a few more little things to expect during your stay and the first few days, just to refresh your memory after your brain had turned a little foggy, and left again.
“Are you going to hold them?” You eventually asked Harry, and you could see the nerves in his eyes, but you and another midwife encouraged he could do it and he would be fine. Just some skin to skin bonding.
“Do I have to take my top off?” he apprehensively pulled his hoodie over his head but you only laughed encouragingly, watching him sit down in the chair next to you.
“Take it off, you big dilf,” you watched his face, preparing to take pictures as the nurses passed them the babies.
Your heart melted. Completely liquidated, a puddle in your chest. You wanted to stay in this moment forever. “Why they so warm?” He pulled an uncomfortable face as they settled nicely on him, the three having a little group hug in the corner. You chuckled at him, taking more photos.
You’d never felt so blessed.
It suited him. A lot. “They love you so much already.” They were bound to know that voice who rambled on to them every night.
His heart rate soothed after a few minutes, and Harry Lewis was in his own little world as he stared for ages at the two little faces cuddled closely on him. He kept a warm hand on each one’s back, thumb stroking their arm. His finger barely grazed his little girl’s head, stroking the very, very faint hairs on her head. She didn’t have much, but they were blonde like his.
He thought it suited you too, especially when they took to you naturally, thank heavens, when you began to feed. Grateful they didn’t put up a fight or have any trouble, although using a bottle wouldn’t have changed anything, you were relieved to hear them drinking ok. It was the first time you’d felt properly content and that you were doing something right.
Although you couldn’t deny it, you did feel a bit weird. “I feel so used.”
Harry watched them latched to your chest. “I feel so . .” did he say it? Was he really going to make a childish comment at this time? “. . jealous.”
By the time 7:00pm was rolling around, you felt so much better after getting a little snooze, (although Harry watched the monitor every single second) a shower with the help of a few nurses, and some new pyjamas, bought specially from your boyfriend: you felt brand new. Currently, you were hobbling around the room after being scared by the midwife you may get clots in your legs if sitting down too long, so you walked about slowly, looking out the massive window to see the city lights of London.
It was so comforting, being in the warmth of the private room whilst looking outside. You kept fiddling with the hospital band on your wrist - the matching ones you shared with your little darlings labeled Baby Twin Lewis (F) and (M).
“It’s so dark outside,” you said, subconsciously digging your hand into the mcdonalds bag on the table for the remainder of chips, and shoved them in your mouth. Harry was in the corner of the room, slouched on the big comfy chair, both babies in either arm, now both freshly cleaned like their mama, and dressed in matching babygrows.
Different colours of course. “It’s almost 7:00, though,” you turned around to see him, and whilst eating the chip, you smiled like the smuggest person in the world, heart thumping. Your three big babies, all cozied between each other. You took another picture, loving how content his babies were snuggled into one of his hoodies just like you did. You didn’t doubt they’d already grown attached to his smell.
Harry had a nerve to look tired - keeping his eyes closed while each hand hung protectively over their little bodies. Tell me about it sister, labour can be so long.
“Harry, I’m starving already,” you mumbled after changing your lockscreen, laying half on your side, drumming your thigh.
Harry unexpectedly laughed, like really began to laugh, and you looked at him insecurely. “What?!”
It was the way you were laying, and talking, seeming so chilled in contrast to hours ago when he was convinced you were going to pull London Bridge down. “Nothin’, you just . . I’m glad you’re back to yourself,” he laughed, confusing you even more. Eh?
“What’d you mean?” You laughed, you'd been yourself all the time?
“You’re just lying there casually, like . . you’re waiting for me to go downstairs and tell my Mum to make us something to eat.” He made the similarities, from when you two only started going together and were too nervous to speak to his family one-on-one, thinking you were the biggest inconvenience for staying over all the time, up in his room.
Now look at where you both were.
“Oh my God!” A soft squeal caught your attention, and you turned to see Rosie walk through the door first, hands on her mouth, a gift bag sliding down her arm. She was not going to cry again. She’d already cried twice from pictures.
Josh followed, along with his Dad and then his Mum with a little trio of balloons, smiling each time he looked at each one’s reaction.
You moved to the windowsill, heart fluttering at the family affair. You were witnessing a core memory.
Everyone was crying again — you were hugging them, laughing as you and Harry had already done this part, and watched them enter that phase of disbelief and realisation dawning. “Oh my God,” his sister said again, sitting at the edge of the bed across from her brother, across from her niece and nephew.
“Do you want to hold them?” Harry grinned as he asked the obvious.
“Yes please,” she croaked, closing her eyes to stop the tears from falling.
“Auntie Rosie and Uncle Josh . .” you casually sang as Harry placed Little Girl first in her arms.
“Do you want to hold this one?” He craned his head to find his brother, who nodded acceptingly. Why? Why did they always make that face at one another? Why did they always look like they were trying not to laugh?
“Hi honey,” his Mum wrapped an arm around you to finally give you your greeting, kissing your head as she watched you look at them all in adoration. “How are you love?”
“I’m alright. Getting the steps in,” you leaned into her.
“You did brilliantly,” his Dad pulled you into him by your shoulder, feeling the pride burst out of him at the sight of you and his son. “I’m so happy for the both of you.”
“Don’t, ‘cause I'm going to cry again!” His wife began to dab her eyes already, walking over to her own kids holding her first set of grandkids.
Dreams come true after all.
“Josh, lad, you need to sit back.”
“I AM!”
“YOU'RE NOT! YOU'RE SITTING UP STRAIGHT!” They were laughing so much and you wanted to laugh too if Harry wasn’t hovering your baby in the air with a jolty body. Hurry up and give him to him!
Rosie was already taking pics and videos, completely besotted as you two already were. Harry sat on the arm while Josh eventually got holding his nephew, in awe and a little unnerved by how much he much looked like them - like a Lewis. “I love you so much,” you could hear her mumbling against your daughter's sweet head, while his Mum came and sat next to her, stroking her mitten covered hand.
“How’re they yours,” Josh said to his older brother, slightly disturbed that he was a Dad now. You’d made him responsible not for one life, but two.
You could see his mouth twitching, a smart answer bubbling in his brain and brace yourself. “So, you see when you have sex—”
Josh thumped his fist to his arm, ruining his vibe while looking at this little boy he already couldn’t wait to kick a ball about wirh; torture him a little as Harry had tortured him growing up — or better! Get him to torture Harry as a karma for having his bad big brother moments. “Let me get your picture!”
Everyone got a cuddle, everyone got photos taken to be framed and put in the living room, while you sat on the edge of a seat, eating and going through your presents: a couple babygrows for your little angels and mittens; a pair of pyjamas for you and a bottle of Malibu that had you harshly pressing your lips to Rosie’s cheek. “Comfy there?” Harry asked when you two lay in the hospital bed, scrolling on your phone to show her something you’d seen the other day, as if you were two teenagers chilling in her room.
“So comfy,” his sister answered.
His mum and dad had their turn, cuddling one of each while you stood with your back pressed to Harry, his arm hung over your front as you looked at everybody. He felt so full. So did you. You were both just so grateful and fully absorbed in that baby bubble. Your arms clung around him behind you, pulling him closer to you so you could smell his scent and get it on you.
“Can I post these?”
“No!” Harry deadpanned, looking up from you, “I haven’t even posted anything yet!”
Their parents were rolling their eyes so hard right now.
“Oh. I thought you were just gatekeeping your kids.”
“I’m not gatekeeping them.”
“Like gatekeeping their faces,” his brother butted in with a smirk.
“What’s wrong with that?”
You turned your head at him.
Rosie looked away from her phone, “so can I post their face?”
“No.”
“We’re not showing their faces?” You looked at him taken back.
“I don’t wanna show their faces,” he looked at you confused, “not fresh out the womb.”
“You don’t?” You were convinced he’d want to show them off and say how he had the prettiest babies.
“No, not right now.” He furrowed his brows.
Oh. “Okay.” Your lip subconsciously pulled to the side as your heart fluttered at the thought — a protective daddy already.
“Great, so I need to put a heart over their faces now,” Rosie huffed as she got to editing.
“I just want to savor it a little bit more, thank you very much,” he said sassily with a closing of his eyes, “have people to judge my babies already.” Fair, you thought. He had his weird notions for privacy, but also, he didn’t like the thought of pictures of his kids being blasted all across the internet, just hours old.
You didn’t argue with him, he seemed to have his foot down.
“. . she does look like a—” his Mum didn’t even say the name as she closed her eyes in defeat which made you laugh.
See! You knew she’d grow to like them, although — now you were apprehensive and took up the offer of some time before printing it in ink on the birth certificate.
“Your Nan thinks you’re a big, dirty coin,” Harry bounced her tiny little hand with his finger.
You were so in love with him.
“I don’t want to leave!”
“I know!” His Mum whined as she stood up upon seeing the time. Visiting hours were almost over and she was already planning on her outfit for tomorrow when she came and seen you again. “My beautiful angel.” She kissed her granddaughter’s hat-covered head. “You are just like your daddy. Sorry Y/n, I know that's not what you want to hear,” she chuckled, handing her over to you.
“It’s okay, I know,” you pretended to angrily clench your fist. But she was right. It was questionable any of your DNA had got in there.
“The genes are strong,” Harry discreetly fist pumped the air in success.
“The genes are strong,” you agreed, taking your baby girl in your arms, “no one can dare question the Dad, they are all him.”
“Identical,” his Dad agreed, staring down at his grandson who looked just as his dad once did.
Harry was so proud. For some reason, it gave him the hugest ego boost while you had no other choice but to get on with it.
“You look more like your Aunt Rosie than me,” you fake cried to the little girl, “look at that face!” you held her up, seeing her scrunch her little legs. I mean she was Harry but a girl, so, she was technically a close look alike to Rosie. She’d look more like you as she grew, though, Harry could already see from the similarities he could point out from your old baby pictures. “They actually — no, d’you know what it is,” you shifted your weight on one hip, “you all look alike but Rosie and Josh look so alike when you see them so close together,” you could feel the clogs turning in your head. They had more similar features. “Josh and Harry look alike until you see Rosie and then Harry looks nothing at all to them.”
“Thanks.”
“I mean you all look the same.”
“No, I see Josh in him too when I look at him.” His Mum commented as she handed him back his son.
“So, is this the part where you tell me they’re actually Josh’s kids?”
You sighed. “Yeah.“
Josh, disapproving of this joke, shook his head and stood up, ready to bid his goodbyes.
“Well they’re not! They’re all mine,” Harry held your baby boy up in the air before bringing him down to his lips where he smothered his cheek in nonstop kisses, the baby looking unbelievably tiny in his hold.
Everybody couldn’t get over Harry, and just how smitten he was over something already.
The last they’d seen him close to it was with his dog, and at that, he ended up giving him away to the family over in Guernsey. He was absolutely mesmerised. Obsessed.
It was almost uncomfortable.
“Bye! Love you,” Rosie kissed and hugged you tight and gave Little Girl a kiss on her cheek as you held her up to her with a smile. “I will see you soon!” She went and did the same with her brother and nephew as you thanked her again for her adorable presents.
You all got a hug and kiss goodbye, seeing everyone go as you slightly waved the twins’ arms, seeing how it nearly sent Harry’s Mum to tears again.
“Can I see my little girl before I need to go?” You both switched babies, finally resuming your spot comfortably on your bed as he took her from you. He was besotted by both but he knew he already had a bigger protective streak over his baby girl when he discovered her brother had deprived her in the womb, and therefore, made her smaller compared to him.
It was crazy the things he was already promising to do in head head for someone so tiny and he’d only met today. They were his life, and he would, and was, going to do anything and everything for them.
Your baby girl was a doll. If he could balance her, she would have been able to fit in one hand. “My little girl,” he patted her pack, swaying side to side, “my little princess . . deprived by her big brother. Left to starve,” he glanced down at you and your son on your chest. “He’s a big bully. He’s a biiig bully, in’t he,” he shook his head while you laughed at his behaviour. But then he came over, successfully holding Baby Girl in his arms and brought the other one around you, hugging all four of you into him. “I love you so much, Y/n.”
“I love you so much,” you felt the lump in your throat, completely overwhelmed with love and gratefulness. Your family. Your very own family.
He leaned down and gave you a kiss, to which you returned three times short, holding the back of his head. “You’re the best.”
“No, you’re the best.” He kissed you again. “Thank you for everything.” He wasn’t just talking about gifting him his baby boy and baby girl, that included sticking by him since his young hooligan days when he wouldn’t even have blamed you for leaving him. “I’m a very lucky man.”
“Well . . I’m luckier.”
“Mm. Debatable,” he pulled away, moving your hair to the side, and you caught his hand before he pulled away and squeezed it.
“I am the lucky one, I have you by my side. I’m glad I stuck it out,” you laughed, referring to his crazy, unhinged phases. He laughed at you. “No, but you really are the best.” You kissed his hand. “My favourite boy.”
He smiled down at you, and brought your hand to his lips to give it another kiss. “You’re my favourite too.” And then he kissed his baby girl’s head and then his baby boy’s, “and then you, and then you.”
You smiled in contentment, feeling ready for whatever that was yet to come, so long, you had your favourites by your side. Your little family.
How you all couldn’t wait to get back home and show them off to everyone.
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Batfam During Quarantine: Training Day
Thanks so much for the amount of love the last post got!I’m sorry it took me so long to post this next one, school and other stuff started to get in the way, so to make up for it I added a surprise arc at the end. I might start doing theses in chunks to save time and fill in any gaps where I don’t post as much because of school. Not so sure yet but it’s just an idea. I hope that if you read this you enjoyed it! I am going to try and post more frequently now that I’m almost caught up with my school work.
Damian: Good morning Tim! I made you breakfast.
Tim: What do you know? Why are you calling me Tim?
Cassandra: Plus three large hot cups of coffee.
Tim: What’s going on? Why are you guys acting so weird?
Cassandra: No reason. Just want to be nice.
Tim: Nope. That’s not it. What did you guys do.
Jason: Done making Tim’s bed! I’m off to steam his suit!
Tim: WHAT THE SHIT IS GOING ON???
Cassandra, Damian, and Jason: *in unison* We just want to be nice. *all three surround him in a big hug*
Tim: THIS IS SO WEIRD!
Dick: *walks into the breakfast room* Morning Tim! How’s it going?
Tim: NO! ALL OF YOU LEAVE ME ALONE! *storms out of the breakfast room*
Dick: What did you do to Tim?
Jason: We have no idea.
Damian: The dude is losing it.
Dick: *gets face to face with Cassandra* Cass, do you have something to say?
Cassandra: We woke up early and decided to be nice to Tim for no reason.
Dick: You guys are evil. Go have your fun.
All three run out of the room.
Jason: TIM LET US LOVE YOU!!!!!!
Daily Briefing
Dick: Hey, Babs doesn’t know your here. I don’t want her to get jealous or something so could you please join the zoom call from another room.
Helena: Sure, I understand, lover.
Dick: No, we aren’t going through that again.
Helena: I make no promises.
Tim: You know you’re going to be in deep shit when Barbara finds out, right?
Dick: I’m in deep shit anyway.
Tim: Very true.
Dick: *begins the zoom call* Hey everyone, so if you can’t tell, Huntress has arrived to help out. Now, to everyone at the manor I created a schedule for when to work out. They should be completed before patrol. For those of you at home, I trust that you made your own.
Barbara: Yep!
Kate: Please, I’ve been training much harder than most of you guys since I was 6.
Harper: Yeah, sorta did. Not able to do much because I’m not at the cave.
Dick: That actually leads me to my next point. Harper I made a schedule for you because Bruce, Alfred, Selina, and I found a way to have Cullen inside the mansion without him finding out who Batman really is. Cullen already knows the alter egos of Red Robin, Spoiler, Orphan, and Nightwing. Everyone else is a question mark, so we will allow you to enter the mansion. When Cullen is around, we all will have to restrain from talking about our vigilante work. Have everything ready by next week. Once you arrive you’ll have to quarantine in your room for two weeks.
Harper: Awesome!
Dick: Today there has actually been no crime in Gotham City, so far, so we’ll take a day off, but if something comes up, cases will be assigned as they normally are. So everyone, after training, feel free to relax but be ready in case something pops up.
Dick and Jason
Dick: *turns on his training playlist, first song being “Devil in I” from Slipknot*
Jason: You know what, if this is the kind of stuff you have on your playlist, I might actually enjoy training with you!
Dick: I have 357 songs on here.
Jason: Damn!
Dick: What did you expect, I listen to every genre!
Jason: Really! I should actually start listening whenever people talk.
Dick: Remember that next time Bruce yells at you for shooting someone.
Jason: I’m just saying, if I mistake someone’s knee cap for their head, is it really that bad?
Dick: *laughs* Yes!
The two stretch a bit before moving on to pommel horse.
Dick: Figured you’d want to get this out of the way first.
Jason: Fuck you!
Dick: Just think of the music, and not falling.
Jason: *goes for a loop on pommel horse and bangs his legs against the pommels and falls* AHHHHHHH!
Dick: Maybe I should take pommels off first?
Jason: That’s an option? Then yes, please do so!
Dick: *quickly takes of the pommels then goes for a magyar, a triple russian, flare, spindle, press handstand one and a half piro, and flawlessly sticks his dismount*
Jason: Show off.
Duke and Damian
Dick and Jason had been training for an hour and fifteen minutes before Duke and Damian walked in. After stretching, the two began to spar.
Dick: Duke! You made a mistake when choosing your partner.
Jason: Nah! My boy Duke will show Dami who’s the boss.
Duke: I honestly like my chances!
Damian: Good Thomas, your over confidence will be your doom!
The two begin to fight. Damian dives right for Duke, rolling out and uses his momentum to go for a front flip and kick Duke in the chest, however Duke evades Damian’s strike and trips him after Damian lands.  Damian gets back up though, thrashing at Duke. Duke dodges each strike and finally jabs Damian in the gut a few times and kicks him in the chest. That would be the only fight out of the three they had that Duke won. 
Afterwards, Dick began to teach him the basics on both high bar. Duke was able to catch on very quickly and by the end of his training on high bar he was learning how to do kips and flyaways. Dick and Duke also decided to tumble together so Duke could learn the basics and some advanced skills too.
Damian spent the rest of his time trying to out do Jason. When Jason was using 100 lb weights, Damian would use 120′s. When Jason ran 5 miles, Damian ran 6. 
Jason: Dami, you’re going to be extremely sore. Take it easy.
Damian: Easy? *huff* Let me *huff* remind you that *huff* I was also trained *huff* by the League *huff* of Assassins. *runs to the garbage to throw up* I am superior *huff* than all of *huff* you in every way.
Jason: Okay bud. Well, I’m about to spar with Dick.
Damian: I’ll fight Grayson, too. *jogs up to Dick while moaning in pain* *huff* Fight me Grayson. *huff*
Dick: I’m not going to fight you. You look like you’ll pass out.
Damian: I’m *huff* fine.
Dick: Throw a punch at me like you normally would without groaning in pain.
Damian: *starts to punch but his fist his Dick like a soft tap* Ahhhhhh.
Dick: Go rest, take an ice bath, eat a lot of fruits, and drink a lot of water.
Damian: Okay, *huff* but only because *huff* you said so.
Dick and Jason then started to fight and after they concluded, Dick took the trash bag that Damian hurled in and tossed it out. An hour later Duke concluded his workout.
Cassandra and Julia
Cassandra: Woooo! Are you ready?
Julia: Your enthusiasm is a little bit concerning.
Cassandra: Yeah, but just deal with it.
Since she arrived to the mansion Julia has not let herself stop her routine. She has been training as much as she has been since her days in Britain's Special Reconnaissance Regiment. However as soon as she saw Cassandra doing freestanding handstand push-ups while doing an inverted crunch, she knew she had to up her game.
Cassandra just ignored the list Dick gave her for the most part and did the craziest exercises she could think of. When she started strength conditioning, she ran to the still rings and tried to do what she saw Dick doing once. She tried an azarian to an iron cross but immediately fell through the rings. it took her twenty minutes but she finally made it to the iron cross and rolled backwards into a planche. An hour later she finish conditioning and waited for Julia to finish so the two could spar.
Julia: Okay, you ready? *walking over from the treadmill*
Cassandra: More than ready! Lets do this! *she started bouncing on her toes like a boxer*
Cassandra won all three fights within a matter of minutes. Julia almost had a chance in the second one where Cassandra lost her balance, but she reacted too slow as Cassandra regained it and knocked Julia to the floor.
Selina and Helena
Selina focused more on her agility during her cardio workout than anything else. I mean, it’s definitely something that she takes pride in so why wouldn’t she?
Helena: Hey, can I ask you a question? *throwing punches toward Selina*
Selina: Sure! *dodges each strike, jumps off the wall, and dives over Helena’s head*
Helena: What’s the situation between Dick and Barbara? *grabs Selina’s torso and slams her body down*
Selina: Oof. *gets back up from the floor and sits down with Helena* Don’t think of it. Dick is all sad that he has to stay at the mansion without Barbara. I wouldn’t even try to approach Dick about the situation because he’ll act even more weird then when you arrived.
Helena: That explains this morning.
Selina: What happened?
Helena: I said hey and he replied with “Hey, what’s up, gir......friend, lady. Girl who is a friend and a lady. Saved it.” Then, just for fun, I pinched his ass and he jumped up and screamed. 
Selina: You’re playing with fire, I don’t blame you for pinching his ass though.
Helena: Hold on, it gets better. After that I leaned towards him and he started leaning over the table and asked, what’s wrong lover. He then stepped to the side and said “Nothing, nothing.” and started walking backwards saying “coolcoolcool” until he reached the door.
Selina: Why bother messing with his head?
Helena: Because it’s fun. Plus I still feel like there is something there. 
Selina: Very well. Now that you have that out of your system let’s head to the showers.
Helena: You won’t tell Dick, right?
Selina: What you just told me is between you and Dick. I will not interfere in any way.
Stephanie and Tim
Tim: *walks in tired as hell* Hey Steph. You ready?
Stephanie: Yeah!
Tim: Alright. Cool.
Both Stephanie and Tim go to do their separate training regimes. Tim however, being extremely tired started to move very slow during his workout. Halfway through his work out he stepped out to grab a five hour energy shot and started flying through his conditioning list that Dick made. 
Tim: You ready to spar? *jumping around like a rabbit, then lands sideways, falling to the floor only to get back up*
Stephanie: *looking at Tim like he’s a crackhead* No, I think we should skip the sparring match today.
Tim: No, come on let’s go! *grabs Stephanie's wrist and drags her over to the sparring arena*
Stephanie: Tim your going to hurt yourself. Instead of sparring let’s take a nap.
Tim: Come on, sleeping is for people who have don’t have tragic backstories. Let’s fight!
Tim tries to throw a few quick jabs but Stephanie quickly sweeps Tim’s legs causing him to fall. Stephanie Runs forward pointing her fist at his throat.
Tim: Owww! That’s abuse! You abused myself! Why are you mean?!
Stephanie: Tim, when was the last time you slept?
Tim: Ummmmm........... Tuesday?
Stephanie: Okay, training is over, go let yourself rest.
Tim: Pffft. I’ll sleep when I’m dead. 
Stephanie: Okay. *text Dick* Hey Dick, we have a code yellow.
Dick: *text back* On my way up.
Tim: You know I like to live by the words of the Beastie Boys anyway. No sleep ‘til Brooklyn, and because I have never been to Brooklyn, I am not obligated to sleep.
Stephanie: You have a problem!
Tim: No, *points his finger dramatically at Stephanie*  you have a problem.
Dick: *walks in* Hey Tim, I have a case I want to work on with you.
Tim: *to Stephanie* See, now I can’t sleep.
Dick: We’ll take the Batmobile.
*3 hours later*
Dick: Okay, we just entered Brooklyn. Now go to sleep!
Tim: No fair, you tricked my brain.
Dick: SLEEEEEEEEP!
Tim: NO!
Dick: Why are you staying up all night?
Tim: Because, I don’t want anything to change! *starts sobbing*
Dick: It’s okay, you’re alright. *pulls over to the side of the road*
Tim: No I’m not. Everything is changing and I don’t want it to. I don’t want to fall out of my habits because what about when things get back to normal. Then we have to build those habits again, and what if while we are readjusting someone dies because we weren’t ready. Plus, there is so much stress with helping Bruce keep his company from falling, trying to finish my homework, training, and patrolling the nights where there is more activity. 
Dick: *embraces Tim in his arms* Look change is going to happen whether we like it or not. It’s not what happens that shapes who we are but how we react to the changes that occur in our lives that do. The world is never going to be the same after this pandemic is over, so you could either adapt, or repeat your mistakes. It’s okay to not be okay. You are not alone, you have all of us at the mansion to talk to. Another thing that you have to keep in mind is that people are going to die. We both knew that the moment we signed up, and sometimes there is nothing we can do about it. All we can do is learn from what happened to stop it from happening again. You also need to get some sleep. I know you are under a lot of stress right now, not going to lie, but you have it worse than all of us right now, but how do you expect to save others if you won’t take care of yourself. 
Tim: *starts calming down*
Dick: I’ll talk to Bruce tonight to see if he could cut you some slack. I’ll find a way to help out too now that we aren’t patrolling as much. Just make sure to take care of yourself.
Tim: Okay.
Dick: Smart, toit.
Tim: Stop it Peralta. *begins to laugh*
Dick: *laughs pretty hard* Now get some rest, I’ll wake you up when we get back to Gotham.
Tim: Okay. I guess.
Black Mask, Hush, Two-Face, and Jason Bard
The night was very silent as Roman Sionis looked upon Gotham from the building. It was quiet, empty, peaceful, and disturbing. Hush walked into the room, followed by Harvey Dent and Jason Bard.
Black Mask: Congratulations, you found your way here.
Jason Bard: You’re pretty easy to find when you want to be.
Black Mask: Or is it because no one else is on the street other then your snitches.
Jason Bard:......
Hush: You called us here. What do you want?
Black Mask: Look out at the city. Tell me what do you see.
The three men walk forward towards the window.
Two-Face: Fear.
Hush: Silence.
Jason Bard: Caution, and paranoia.
Black Mask: You are all correct, but you missed one thing.
Two-Face: Stop playing games! What do you want us to see?
Black Mask: Opportunity.
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FULL - Glacier National Park - FULL
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I went into this National Park with high expectations. Everyone who we spoke with about Glacier has had nothing but positive comments about the park. Well, not us. Everything was FULL!
First, the park was full of smoke. Yupp!, The air quality, which we checked beforehand said “good” so we thought the visibility might be “good” too. Well it wasn’t, it sucked.
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Then everyone said “oh man, Going-to-the-Sun is a MUST if you’re going to Glacier! The views are gorgeous and you gotta go.” So we spent 6-7 mornings waking up at 6:45 to set the computer up at 7am to win lottery tickets to the road. Ha! Nothing! AND we have my in-laws, thank you Barb and Flint, also trying and NO LuCK! Silver lining: Pearce was checking Glacier campgrounds daily and signed on right as a cancellation occurred so we scooped in a campground in the park AND that means we got Going-to-the-Sun tickets (they come with the campground)!! So we Lucked out there! (By the way, people are jerks because they book a campground just for the Road to the Sun tickets then don’t camp, leaving campgrounds empty- frustrating those of us who are looking for a campground!)
Anywho, here we are on the Road to the Sun driving among glaciers and mountains and only looking at smoke. Of course, we had some hikes planned for the day but as we got to any and every pull-off spot to park it was completed mobbed with people. No parking anywhere, it was worse than Disneyland.
Okay fine, so onto our next option. We decide to go outside the park and drive to “Many Glacier” which is on the East side of the park. It takes us a while to get there and as we pull up “FULL! Park Closed”. This entire part of Glacier National park is closed. The rangers said there is no parking anywhere and too many people that it’s been closed and closes daily from 11am-4pm so if we want to get in to see more smoke we can come in the morning or afternoon. So now we’ve been in the car all day, without hiking, constantly looking at smoke, and unsure of what to do next.
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In the afternoon, we decided to cruise back through the Going-to-the-Sun road to see if the crowds had dispersed and we could squeeze in a hike or two! Thankfully we found a parking spot at Siyeh Creek for a little hike! We all needed out of the car and it was a nice hike, right along a cool creek. Of course, we walk about 1 mile in and Pearce rolls his ankle. It wasn’t that bad and he shook it off and then immediately rolled his other ankle. Ha! Two ankles in two minutes!!! Again, it wasn’t that bad but we decided today just was not our day (it happens!). On the way back he rolled his ankle one more time just to solidify the need for us to just go home and end our day. Everyone and everything was screaming , “go home!” So we headed back to our campsite.
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Tomorrow morning we have plans to wake up at 5am to get backcountry tickets but even if we get them, the shuttle is FULL until December (thank you COVID)so I may end up waiting for a cancellation or just hitch hiking! Honestly, I wouldn’t mind meeting new people and changing up the ride. Who knows, I’ll probably get there at 5am and everything be FULL - trust me, you’ll hear about it if this is the case.
One positive for the day- we saw a big horn sheep and mountain goats! I’ve never seen big horn sheep before so that was cool!! Loki and the sheep made eye contact and he cried as we continued driving by. And to rid us of this “bad” Day Pearce and I both took a dip in McDonald Lake, in hopes for a better tomorrow!
Day 2:
We woke up at 5am and directly hopped in the car to get to the Backcountry station. We were second in line when we arrived so we set up our camp chair, got our blanket out, and rested until 8 when it opens. As opened time arrived, the line had grown with 8-10 people behind us and there are few other backcountry stations offering permits as well so we were a little anxious. Thankfully all our efforts paid off and we got our #1 pick for backcountry backpacking and we would be heading out on the trail tomorrow. It was already a better day then yesterday, woooo!
After snagging our permit we went back to the campsite to make breakfast and get ready for the day. We picked a hike to do not far from our campground since we did so much driving yesterday. We hike to a swampy lake called Howe Lake. It wasn’t the glacier picturesque lake we had anticipated but at least we did a hike and saw something other than smoke!
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Post hike we headed to Red Rock a little watering hole along the main road Going-to-the -Sun road. It was nice but crowded of course so we stayed for lunch and a little dip then headed back to the picnic area by our campground. It was right on Lake McDonald and much less crowded. We both needed an area or hang out and get away from the crowds! BIG NEWS: Loki swam on his “own” for the first time here. Well, he was on leash but I was so proud of him. Pearce and I had been trying to coax him into the water to cool off and clean off for a while. We kept throwing a stick a little further and further in the water but he always stopped right as the water got to his belly. Finally, I put him on leash and off he went. It was like I had a horse in a ring and he needed me to guide him for security. He swam 3 separate times into the lake and we were so proud!! Our little boy is 2 and really growing up, haha!
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We called it a night early with a yummy quesadilla and nacho dinner! Mmmm! Tomorrow morning we have to get up early to drop Loki off at his sleepover (boarding) so we can backpack without having to worry about him!
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markwrecksmysoul · 4 years
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Maybe in the future- Yoongi scenario
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You walked along the pavement with your umbrella covering you from the falling rain, today was a pretty dreary day on account of the soggy wet atmosphere.
Your boots splashed onto the tiny rain puddles as you marched yourself to the nearest coffee shop in need of a boost to get your Sunday morning rolling.
Your mind was so occupied with the thoughts of caramel and whipped cream in your future you failed to notice the man in front of you. Your chest collided and you stumbled back taking the brunt of the collision.
Before you could fall a pale hand wrapped around your wrist stopping the fall.
"Are you alright!" His smooth deep voice vibrates through your chest sending chills down your spine, so familiar.
"Oh! Yes I'm fine sorry about that I'm still as clumsy as I ever was ha." You straightened yourself up gaining back your balance and looked up to thank the man. Your chest constricted and you let out a small gasp as you locked eyes with him.
"Y/n?"
10 years earlier
Y/n pov
You looked at the mint haired man sighing as he laughed with a group of friends. Min yoongi was one of your older brothers best-friends, he'd come over to hang out with your brother, and was always around, so naturally you caught what you thought was only a temporary crush on the man.
After months of endless dreams and butterflies in your stomach, you realized your crush was bigger than you thought. But of course the universe was against you. While you were barely a junior in highschool at 17, yoongi was 21 years old.
And that was a huge deal.
Even so your crush grew for him every time you laid eyes on him. He was the perfect guy. Funny, smart, kind. He was more on the quiet side and came off a little cold at first, but once you got to know him he was full of energy and warmth. Which only served to make you like him even more.
But it was wrong you knew it would never work out.
"Got any fives?"
"Go fish".
Right now you were stuck playing a card game with him waiting for your brother to come home with the special deluxe pizza.
You sighed placing his cards down. "This game sucks you wanna play something else?" Yoongi dropped his cards down. "Uh like what?" You hummed rolling onto your back on the living room carpet. "Truth or dare?"
Yoongi shrugged. "I guess we could play, but I'll warn you I give pretty lame dares". You smiled sitting up. "Alright we'll start with you then truth or dare?" Yoongi thought for a moment before saying.
"Truth".
"Hm is it true you dated one of my brothers exes before?" You asked dying to know since your brother wouldn't budge about the topic. Yoongi winced. "Going straight for the kill are we? Well yes it is true the whole situation was complicated." You nodded satisfied. "Okay then kiddo truth or dare." Your smile faltered but you kept it back up. "Truth".
"Uh who do you have a crush on?"
How ironic, the object of your affections asking who you liked. You looked away trying to come up with a decent cover up.
"I uh don't really like anyone right now". He rose a brow but nodded you quickly moved on. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare". You scrambled to come up with a decent dare to give him. You stuttered. "Uuuuhhh ok I dare you to take off your shirt!"
Wait....what...WAIT!
"your wish is my command then".
Before you could protest Yoongi stood pulling off his shirt, you tried to look anywhere but at his body. He sat back down with a grin on his face. "Truth or dare?" You wanted to avoid another truth telling fiasco any dare is better than admitting your own feelings.
"Dare".
"Okay since I know you weren't telling the truth earlier, I dare you to tell me who you like." You huffed. Except that! Any dare except that!
"Oh c-come on! Can't you dare me to strip and run around the neighborhood or something!" 
Yoongi snickered.
"Trust me as much as I'd love to see that no take backs fess up who do you like? Can't be that bad?"
You sighed. You were a terrible liar if you gave him a random name he'd see through it for sure. On the other hand if you confessed to him what would he say? You couldn't just...TELL him that was suicide!
"Come one y/n I wouldn't judge yo-mph!!" You leapt over the card deck, hands grasping his shoulders, and smushed your lips onto his. Yoongi froze like ice underneath you. You felt immediate regret wanting to pull away and hide somewhere when his hand found its way to your hips and he responded cautiously.
It had been your first real kiss, as soon as he responded your body was in flames. As you both got more into the kiss you straddled his lap grabbing his face. You were in bliss. Finally you'd kissed your crush, and he kissed you BACK.
Until the kiss was broken suddenly.
"Wait wait y/n stop".
You reluctantly pulled back looking at him while catching your breath. "I uh- look don't get me wrong y/n you're a...you're an amazing girl but we can't do this" Your heart fell.
"I think we can."
Yoongi shook his head. "You are a smart, funny, and gorgeous girl y/n but you're 17 years old. I'm 21".
You sighed. You could tell he was uncomfortable bringing this up. "I-I'm sorry for not handling this sooner y/n but you're too young for me."
Silent tears streaked your face as you got up off his lap putting a distance between you both. "So you don't like me?"
"No! No! Of course I.....well I like you but I want the best for you! And hanging around a college kid while you're barely in high school is just gonna make you grow up too fast. Enjoy your childhood date some people breakup over stupid reasons. Make some mistakes."
You cried even though you knew he was right. 
Just then your brother waltzed back in with two pizza boxes. "Heyyyy I got the pizza woooo!" He shimmied into the house with a smile but stopped seeing a shirtless Yoongi and his crying little sister with cards spread all over the carpet.
"uh did I miss something ?"
Present day 10 years later
"Y/n?"
You looked at min Yoongi shocked. Of all the times to see him again.
He changed. Gone was the rebelliously dyed green hair, he instead had his natural brown-black hair messy from the rain and humidity, he was dressed well in a grey shirt under a black blazer jacket, his hands shoved into his black jeans pockets.
But his face was still the same.
He looked exactly like he always had give or take a few minor tweaks, to show he had grown up in the last ten years since you saw him.
"Yoongi? It's uh good to see you." You smiled at him politely. He grinned pulling you into a hug. "It's really good to see you. You've grown a lot I see". You smiled nodding. Your braces had been taken off and you committed to growing out your natural hair years ago so now it was long and healthy pulled up into a bun.
You opted out of glasses instead decided on wearing contact lenses. Awhile back. It was safe to say the teenage y/n was a thing of the past.
"Well you look good y/n". You smiled looking at the ground awkwardly. "Uh yeah you do too...you haven't changed much. Uh not that you didn't like improve but I mean you dyed your hair back! And um it all uh you just look-I err I'm gonna shut up while I'm ahead."
Yoongi laughed. "You still ramble too and thank you. So where you headed?"
"The cafe, I'm in desperate need of caffeine." Yoongi nodded. "Hm let's go then I'll treat you, so we can catch up on lost time".
He started walking in the direction of the coffee shop ahead of you. He turned around glancing at you.
"You coming?"
"Oh yes um let's go!"
You followed after him feeling your heart pick up again like it used to all those years ago.
Fin~
*This is a repost from my Wattpad account if any of you follow me there I post even more stuff about got7 and bts and loads of more smut than I do here.
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hey!! it’s 🧋 anon!! i hope you’re doing well! thank you!! ive got 11 more exams this coming week so i’m a lil 🥲 and then 3 more maybe the week after? exactly! i was so paranoid in the exam like “am i suddenly smart or a grade a idiot?” but it’s comforting to know that others feel the same about tests in general 😅. i’m learning python! i know there are better languages but ehhhh it’s just high school sjdnndn. and thank you about my bias choice sjsjndn. oh no not the 10th floor 😭 i’ve heard horror stories 🤧 i just can’t get over how sweet, funny and gentle he seemed in the jolly interview 🥺. thank you!! for letting me claim 🧋! and i wish i could say the same about not knowing that it was released but i’ve legit been checking since pre-quarantine for a boba emoji bc emojipedia said it would be coming out 😭 i had to start claiming it soon bc i’m NOT letting someone take it from me 😠 (but also! look how cute these are: 🦤🦭🐻‍❄️🐈‍⬛ ). as for my regular boba order, i’m still a lil new to the boba world bc i first (finally) tried it like 2 weeks before quarantine 😭. so everytime i go to this boba place (which is hardly ever for obvious reasons) i try to get something different! bc it all seems so cool!! the place i go to has popping bubbles in different flavours! so i always try to get a different drink with different popping bubbles and regular boba. i think my favourite so far is any drink (maybe mango?) with apple popping bubbles and boba!! but i’ve also been making boba at home for agessss and i usually just make regular tea or green tea with it! 💗
awww 😭 thank you ma’am sksndjdj. i mean, you do give off very motherly energy so i’ll happily accept being a baby 🥺 awww you think my accent is cute? ms cat i’m blushing 😭🥺 oof yeah the exams are not fun™️. but like you said, it does kinda prepare us for them more but the stresssssss is 🥲😭 okay so i’ll answer these in order if that’s okay?
do you still have class going on in between these exams? i assume you mean specifically when we have exams? so unfortunately yeah😭 it depends on the teacher as to wether they’ll let us revise in lesson or if we have to do regular work
do the gcse’s determine your college field of study afterwards? kinda? i mean, colleges have a minimum enterance requrement for courses. although it varies course to course, it’s usually somewhere around the 4-5 (high c-low b) mark. but you can do any course you want at college as long as you have passes in most subjects (usually an emphasis on core subjects (english, maths and science)). (so like, if you didn’t do history in high school, but you wanted to do it in college, then you could do the course as long as you meet the courses’ gcse grade requirements).
is college different from uni? yeah! college is for 2 years and straight after high school. in england you legally have to be in education until you’re 18, so all education is free until then, meaning that college is free! (unless you want to go back to do something else later in life). uni is after college and is optional. that’s where you get things like a bachelor’s, masters and doctoral degree. usually it’s for 3 years although it can vary and you have to pay! we have a student loan system too!
don’t worry about the questions! i enjoy the differences too sjdbbdd. and oooo! here, high school is 11-16/year 7-11, then college is (usually) 16-18/year 12-13 (although we don’t tend to refer to them by years) and uni is (usually) 19-22! (although you tend to go back to that for higher qualifications).
ansnsekndj i’m sorry ms cat 😭 and for me college will start in september of next year! we finish year 11 really early compared to the other years (usually we finish in july (my birthday month!!) but in year 11 we finish the day our last exam happens! which is usually around the end of may to the start of june!) so the holiday is the longest we’ll ever have 😭. that’s one of the reasons i envy americans because the summer breaks are SO long 😭 here, they’re 6 weeks sksndn.
i hope i answered all of your questions ms cat! ily! 🐈‍⬛💗~🧋
hi, lovebug!!! 💓 i’m going to put my answers under the cut since they got pretty long 🤧
i’m doing good!! i got soo much sleep over the weekend and am well rested, so this means tomorrow’s 6 am meeting won’t be too bad 🤧 YOU HAVE ELEVEN EXAMS THIS WEEK???? what on earth 😭 that’s like 2 per day and one day has 3 aksjlhflajkdfaskdjf why don’t they spread them out??? and three more the following week 💀💀 this sounds absolutely brutal, i’m so sorry, lovebug. have you been studying for all of them? LOL yeah, i feel like something is wrong if i can just breeze through a test akjdlhsflask python is a good start and easy to understand! honestly, most codes are pretty similar tbh, so once you get a good grasp of one, it’s easy to learn the other ones :’) do you enjoy cs? 💕 aldskjfaslk yeah, jaehyun does seem like the perfect boyfriend, doesn’t he? 🤧💘 LOL i heard there would be a boba emoji, but i didn’t know if it was true or not, but woooo it’s good to know it’s finally here!! 🥳 and omg the dodo bird and seal emojis 🥺💗 those are all sooo cute!!! aslhfdlkjasd first time trying boba, i just gasped out loud 😦 i’m so happy to hear that you enjoyed it once you tried it though! 💜 omg the popping bubbles are really yummy! and i LOVE mango!!! 🤩 that’s one of my favorite fruits :’) same with apple!! omg you’re making boba at home asdjhfas i’m so jealous 🤧 i haven’t had any boba ever since quarantine started in march 😭 aaaah i loooove green tea and black tea ones :’) have you tried the cheese boba tea before? i thought it wasn’t going to be that good, but i was pleasantly surprised with the taste, like it wasn’t that bad actually. cloud tea is also really nice, too ☁️💞
akjashdlfkja you are the absolute cutest omg 🥺💖 the british accent is sooo nice like wow, you can just be reading me your grocery lists and i’m like 🤩 amazing, perfect, wonderful, never been done before. meanwhile, i’m here with some kind of american valley girl accent LOL 🤧 you shouldn’t be having that much stress at 15 what the heck 😭 i wish they would cut down on the number of exams for you because having 11 in one week is not okay at all ): and oh my goodness, thank you sooo much for giving me such thorough answers to all my questions, honey bee 🥺💛💛✨
ah, we also have classes going on during exams too, so i can relate unfortunately. it really sucks when the teachers continue to teach new material, instead of helping you prepare for the big exams /:
ooo i see!! i think it’s really cool that colleges actually show minimum requirements for acceptance. here, there’s no set criteria at all, so it’s kind of a shot in the dark. they do post the averages of past students’ grades/scores and whatnot, so we have a vague idea of what each school wants, but some schools are weird af, like my friend with a lower gpa and less extracurriculars got into stanford university, meanwhile my one friend who won essentially the youth’s version of the nobel prize and was even acknowledged by obama during his presidency was waitlisted 😬
oh wow, i wish it was like that here :o education is so expensive in the US, like student debt is the norm. do you still have general education classes in college, or is this where you can choose a specific field of study? and university is only 3 years oh my gosh wow, only three years of tuition to pay!! the US could never /: it’s like 70k/year for private universities, 5k-15k/year for public schools in state, and 15k-35k/year for public schools if you’re out of state 💀
the words “college” and “university” are pretty much interchangeable here in the US, so that’s really cool to know! years 6-8 / ages 11-13 (i think that’s the age range?) is considered middle school here, so it’s interesting to see that some of those years are considered high school for you :o
ooo ok, that’s when my school years ended too back in high school! i ended in may and started school again in august. but in uni, i started in september and ended mid june :’) ah yes, our summers are around 2-3 months, and i really miss having that now that i’m out of school 😭 only 6 weeks??? that’s so short omg i’m so sorry ): do you have anything fun planned for your summer? also, do you have prom there? 💕
thank you soooo so much, sweetpea, you answered all of my questions so nicely, and i appreciate you so much 💝💝 ily too, and i hope you have a good week ahead, angel!!! 💖🌷
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broadstreetmisfits · 5 years
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Blame (part 2) - Kevin Hayes
Part 1
Requested?  Y  /  N “looved blame! pls do a part twooo!”
Prompt: N/A
Warnings: None
A/N: I am so so sooooo sorry this took forever. I’ve had it done but I haven’t had the time to actually post it. I’m getting back into writing so woooo!
WC: 1,190
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It had been about a week since you had that moment with Kevin and ever since it happened, it kept replaying in your head over, and over again. You hadn’t talked to him after it happened, and honestly, you weren’t sure if you ever wanted to. Sure, you wanted to see how he actually felt and make sure he wasn’t messing with you, but you also didn’t want to risk getting caught by the other two guys, and you were sure Kevin didn’t wanna be in that position either. But when you got home from shopping, you were, of course, shocked to see Kevin in your apartment. 
“Uh, hello?” You spoke, causing Kevin to look up from his phone over at you
“Hey,” He replied as he stood up and gave you an awkward sort of half smile
“What are you doing here?” You asked as a smile formed on your lips as well
“Well, I wanted to see you, alone” He answered and as you opened your mouth to speak, he beat you to it. “And don’t worry about the other two. They’re still at the rink. They wanted to work with coach for a while longer.” 
“That’s good” You began as you and Kevin both sat down on the couch, facing each other. “So, what did you want to talk about?” 
“Uh, last week, actually. I’m sorry if this is weird or anything, but I have not been able to get my mind off of that moment” 
“Really?” Was all you were able to squeak out
“Yeah. There was just something about it that I can’t shake.” He confirmed, “I know you probably don’t feel the same. I should probably go-”
“No” You interrupted him as he started to get up “I mean no, don’t go. Stay, please.”
The last part ended up almost like a whimper. You had no idea where the desperateness came from, but it was definitely there. 
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it - about you - either. There’s something so… so captivating about you.” You admitted
“So, what does this mean? For us?” 
You were silent for a moment before finally speaking “Honestly, I’m not sure. I wanna get to know you more, but I don’t wanna ruin the reputation that we have with the other two guys.” 
“I get that. The guys would never let us live this down if they found out.” He agreed. Kevin went silent for a moment before he perked up. “Why don’t we just have a cover?” 
Raising your eyebrow, you asked, “What do you mean?”
“Like we keep it low key. In private we do the cute stuff like kiss and cuddle and what not, but when we’re around anyone else, we go back to acting like we absolutely despise each other?” 
“I like the way you think Hayes”
“So is that a yes?” He asked 
“It’s a yes” You agreed and planted a kiss on his cheek
The next few weeks you spent the majority of your time either sneaking over to Kevin's place or sneaking Kevin into yours. You will admit, going to Kevin's was a whole lot easier since he didn't live with anyone. Meanwhile, you had to deal with your brother and Brady constantly being over. Somehow though, you two managed to make it work. 
One day the next week, the other guys had gone out to go grocery shopping leaving the apartment to you. Of course, you invited Kevin over and you two spent some quality time alone. He had brought over your favorite movie, *insert movie* and you guys spent the afternoon watching it, occasionally making out as you watched. 
Or at least that was the plan. 
About halfway through the movie, you heard the door to your apartment unlock. Your eyes widened as everything slowed down. Instinctively, you darted off the couch and over to the kitchen and pretended to look for something while Kevin lounged on the couch. Moments later, the door opened to reveal Jimmy and Brady. 
“Y/N! We're back!” Jimmy yelled 
You poked your head from around the corner to the door “Hey guys” you said awfully cheerfully 
“Uh hey…” Brady began and then saw Kevin on the couch “What is he doing here?” 
“He was just uh…” you began as you walked out, but you trailed off, not knowing how to finish your sentence
“I was just waiting for you guys” Kevin spoke, “Didn’t you guys say you’d meet me at your place when you were done?”
“Maybe…?” Brady questioned, looking over to Jimmy for help
“Man, I don’t remember,” Jimmy said, “But hey, it’s cool if you stay.”
When you heard that Kevin was staying, you let out a contempt sigh. This lead to Brady and your brother giving you questioning looks.
“Why’re you all happy?” Jimmy asked “You usually hate when Kevin is over”
“I can be happy for other reasons,” You said “But I’m happy because I won’t have to entertain Bozo over there. That’s your job now.”
“How’d you entertain him?” Brady asked, a smirk playing on his lips
“Simple. Handed him the TV remote and told him he could watch whatever.” You answered, “Now, if you don’t mind me, I’m going back to my room to finish an essay for class.” When you finished your sentence, you turned and began to walk away.
“Really? It seems like you entertained him in a very different way.” Jimmy said
You froze. “Uh, no”
“Your neck tells a different story,” Jimmy said, a smirk plastered on his face. He thought he had won.
You cursed under your breath before turning around to face the three guys. “Okay, fine. Kevin and I got into a Nerf gun fight and he shot me in the neck. It so happened to bruise” 
All of the boys, including Kevin, were incredibly confused. Kevin opened his mouth to say something, but you shot him a glare which instantly caused him to stop.
“A nerf fight?” Brady questioned “I’m pretty sure you guys don’t even own nerf guns” 
“We don’t” Jimmy informed him, “Now can you tell me what on Earth is going on? For real?” 
“Kevin and I are dating” You finally told them
“What?!” The two boys asked in unison
“How long has this been going on?” Jimmy asked 
“About two or three weeks” Kevin said and looked to you for confirmation
“Yeah, that sounds about right” You told him
“Well, it looks like you owe me twenty bucks” Brady said to your brother. You and Kevin looked at each other with furrowed eyebrows
“Uh why are you paying him?” You asked
“We made a bet” Jimmy grumbled “Brady thought you two would get together before the end of the year and I didn’t.” 
“Wow, I did not know we were worth betting over” Kevin said, surprised
“So does that mean we can keep dating?” You asked hopefully
Jimmy thought for a minute. As each second passed, your doubt grew. However, it all washed away when your brother spoke again.
“You two can keep dating.” He said “As long as he doesn’t break your heart”
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halsteadpd · 5 years
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Fight Me
Woooo guess who wrote some of her essay?! Me!!!! I found this prompt as an old Tumblr post on Google :)
Appendicitis sucks.
Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if she had listened to her partner and gone to the hospital when he said so. God she could just hear Antonio Dawson’s voice now. The pain wasn’t even that bad. It started in her belly button after lunch and by the time she had finished eating dinner, the pain was just a dull ache in the right, lower part of her abdomen. She woke up the next morning feeling fine, up until she realized she had to pee what felt like every five minutes.
In the back of her mind she knew. She knew what was wrong but instead of swallowing her pride and going to the emergency room like a normal person would have, she went about her day. It wasn’t until after she tackled one of the suspects they were chasing that she made that decision. The pain had been so bad that her world was spinning.
After waiting for two hours in the emergency waiting room, Erin was tempted to just get up and leave. The pain was honestly feeling a whole lot better—it was nothing compared to what it was when she came in. But she stuck around because she could see the unimpressed look Antonio would be giving her the second he saw her face again.
Erin made her way over to the nurse’s desk about an hour later—intending to tell the nurse that she was feeling better and wanted to leave—but she quickly felt her stomach churn. She didn’t make it to the trashcan fast enough before all the contents of her stomach spewed out of her.
“Get me a wheelchair!” The nurse called out as she ran to Erin’s side.
The rest was all a blur, she remembered having an ultrasound done and getting blood drawn as one of the ER nurses inserted an IV. One of the doctors was talking about a ruptured appendix or something and before she knew it, she was looking up into the bright lights of an operating room as a different nurse held a mask over her nose and mouth.
When she woke up, she was in a dimly lit room by herself. She felt groggy and her back was aching. Quickly, she noticed the feeling of a heavy weight on her abdomen but she didn’t have the energy to move it off.
Erin noticed her throat was dry and sore whenever she swallowed—she would kill for some fucking water. As if on command, a man in fitted black scrubs walked into her room, a cup of ice water in each of his hands.
“Oh, you’re awake.” His voice was soft and smooth like honey and it for some reason it brought her a sense of comfort. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired.” Erin replied hoarsely. “Kinda achey.”
“That’s just the anesthesia wearing off.” He put the cups of water on a table and moved it closer to her bed. “I’m Jay, I’ll be your nurse. I’m just going to do a quick check of your vitals if that’s okay.”
Erin nodded her head and forced her eyes open. The medications in her system were lulling her to sleep again, but for some reason, she couldn’t keep her eyes off the attractive man. His biceps bulged in the black fabric of his scrubs and his ass was tight against the pants. His hair was combed neatly and the stubble on his face was trimmed professionally. God he was so hot.
Gently, he moved the sleeve of her scrubs up and placed a blood pressure cuff around her arm before pushing a button to start the machine. He took a thermometer and moved it across her forehead and recorded the number displayed. He looked at the monitors above her head, inputting all the data into the iPad before removing the cuff from her arm.
“Are you in a lot of pain?” He asked as he moved around the bed, grabbing a remote of some kind.
“It just feels really heavy around my abdomen.”
“Do you remember what happened?”
“It’s a bit fuzzy. I think my appendix burst or something.”
“Mhmm. The doctor had to clean out your abdomen to minimize the chance of infection so you’re going to be a little sore. You’ve got a six-inch incision on the right side of your abdomen. We’ve got you on an antibiotic drip and you’re going to have to stay here for a few days. I can give you some morphine for the pain if you think you need it.”
“I’m okay for now.”
“Okay, well if you need me you can push this red plus sign and I’ll be here as fast as I can.” Jay handed Erin the remote before grabbing one of the cups of water. “You were intubated as a precaution during the surgery so your throat may be a bit sore. Sipping on this will help.” He removed the plastic covering on her straw and handed it to her before heading towards the door. “I’ll be back soon to check your vitals again but if you need me you know how to get into contact.” Jay turned off the light and closed the sliding door to the room.
Erin watched him as he left. If all her nurses looked like he did her hospital stay couldn’t be that bad, even if it was for a few days.
A small smile graced her lips as she fell into a drug induced slumber, her dreams filled with the freckles lining Jay’s cheeks.
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“Erin… Erin, wake up.” As if her dreams materialized, Erin opened her eyes to see Jay’s concerned eyes looking down at her. “I need you to take some nice deep breaths for me.” She hadn’t heard it before but she realized one of the monitors behind her was beeping erratically. She followed Jay’s directions until the machine stopped beeping. Whatever had just happened she was sure it wasn’t good. “Your lungs are a bit stiff from the tube they put in earlier. If the machines start beeping again just take some deep breaths again until they calm down again.” He moved behind her bed again and she couldn’t see what he was doing until he came back into her line of sight. Erin frowned at him when she noticed what he was holding.
“I don’t need that.” She stated tiredly. All she wanted to do was go back to sleep but this insanely attractive man wouldn’t let her. “I’m fine.”
“I’m afraid not. Your body isn’t getting enough oxygen.” Jay stated almost sternly, wanting to leave no room for arguments. He fixed the clear tube around her nostrils and resting it around her ears.
“Fight me.”
“Maybe later.” Jay replied with a smile on his face. “I’ll be back to check your vitals again before I leave, how about you try and get some more sleep?” He checked that she had water left before leaving the room again, ready to see his next patient.
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The next time Erin woke up, she didn’t even realize he was in the room. She was in such a deep sleep from the drugs that she hadn’t heard him come in.
“Hey. How are you feeling?” Jay asked when he noticed that her eyes were open.
“I’m in a little pain. It’s okay though.”
“Good. I just need to take a peek at your incision.” After inspecting her cut, he typed into the iPad before turning his attention back to her. “Okay so the night shift nurse will be in my spot until I’m back tomorrow morning. If you need anything just press the nurse button and she’ll be right with you.”
“You’re not staying?” Erin asked, almost pouting.
“Unfortunately not. I gotta get home and get some sleep. You’ll see me bright and early in the morning, I promise.” He moved the blankets up higher around her chest and she noticed he had brought her more ice water. “She’s probably going to wake you up for another vitals check in about four hours. Try and get some sleep until then, I’ll see you in the morning.”
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Jay was back at seven am sharp the next morning, finding Erin buried under a mountain of pillows and blankets. She had barely gotten any sleep. The blinds were paper thin so they let in a lot of the light from the street and moon. Any time she was close to falling asleep, Maggie—the night nurse—would wake her for a vitals check. At around four in the morning, Erin had had enough. She pushed the button for the nurse and asked for some extra pillows and blankets. 
Maggie had watched her with an amused expression on her face as she watched Erin attempt to cocoon herself in all the sheets. But Erin had managed to fall asleep, although it was very light.
She heard Jay walk into her room and opened her eyes to see him peering down into her cave. He gently moved a pillow away from her face and smiled when he noticed she was awake.
“Good morning.” He sounded too cheery for the early hour but she knew he had probably been awake for a couple of hours. “How are you feeling?”
“Miserable.” Erin said, her voice dripping with exhaustion.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, concern in his voice as he furrowed his brows.
“I hate it here. I want my bed.” She sighed deeply when he began rearranging the pillows and blankets around her, needing access to her arm to take her blood pressure again. “Do you have to keep doing this so often.”
“Yes. We’re just trying to make sure you don’t die.” Jay picked up the oxygen tube that was thrown haphazardly over the side of the bed. “When did you take this off?” Erin shrugged her shoulders in response. “You need to keep this on, Erin.” He readjusted the tube back around her face after checking the oxygen flow rate.
“Fight me.” Erin said as she narrowed her eyes at her very handsome nurse.
“I would, but you’d win.” Jay said as he removed the blood pressure cuff from around her arm again. “Get some rest, Erin.”
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After another day in the hospital, Erin was finally given the green light to go home. She was sitting on her bed, ready to go but she had to wait for Jay to remove the IV from her arm.
He came into her room with a smile on his face and held a coffee cup in his one hand. He placed it down on her table, but Erin didn’t think much of it as she watched him grab a pair of gloves before slipping them on. He held some gauze against the IV line before skillfully pulling it out before applying firm pressure. He taped it into place and discarded the needle into the sharps basket before peeling off his gloves.
“Okay, you’re good to go. All of your at home instructions are on these sheets of paper and you’re going to have to follow up in about a month with your primary care physician.” He handed her a small stack of papers. “There’s also a prescription in there for some Tylenol 3 if you need it otherwise you can just take regular Tylenol.” “Thank you.” Erin replied with a smile on her face. As glad as she was that she was getting out of the hospital, she was going to miss seeing Jay’s handsome face everyday. He left the room with his own matching smile, giving her some privacy as she got dressed in her street clothes again.
As she finished getting ready, Erin noticed something written on the sleeve of the coffee cup Jay had brought in. She picked it up and smiled, her eyes reading over his phone number and the words “fight me” underneath.
Leave me some reviews? Yes? No? Did you like it? This was a random one that I found but I loved it. Also, my next post likely won’t be until Monday, I have work :/
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The SEC’s weirdest rivalry may be what we need.
As we look forward to this afternoon’s Halloween matchup between Auburn and LSU, let’s go back several months and look at a possibility.
March 13th, 2020. Friday, March 13th, 2020.
That was kind of the day when this all hit the fan. Aside from being designated “World Sleep Day”, the news on that particular Friday was vast.
We’d just canceled basketball. Like, it was done. We wouldn’t get to see Auburn defend a conference tournament title and make a return to the NCAA Tournament. No more NBA, either.
Here’s a snippet of the headlines then:
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It’s pretty much all bad news, and it’s continued that way for several months. No lie, 2020, and October in particular, have been long and tough.
So, how do we give this thing a hard reset? Can we power cycle it? Does that work?
When you finally get to this point, what can you do but be a little aggressive?
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And how does it get more aggressive than trying to combat the miasma of 2020 than by taking a visit to the old backwoods voodoo shop that Auburn and LSU co-own and operate.
Here we are, trying to find solutions for this pandemic and trying year, and the answer was here all along. Just let Auburn and LSU play. We should’ve done this months ago. Spring scrimmage. Best of seven. Apply the magic liberally.
We would’ve wiped this thing out by mid-April.
When you consider the facts, there’s no other way to approach this. Auburn and LSU have played the most unimaginable series in conference history, and the rivalry doesn’t even really date as far back as some other matchups.
Of particular note:
1988 - Stupid idiot Earthquake Game. LSU scores in the closing seconds and the bourbon-induced guttural moans triggered a flimsy seismograph across campus to register. Auburn’s only loss in the regular season. With a win, they would’ve played Notre Dame for a national title.
1994 - Ha! Stupid idiot Curley Hallman!
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LSU quarterback Jamie Howard throws three pick sixes among his five interceptions in the fourth quarter, and Auburn erases a 23-9 deficit to win 30-26 and keep the winning streak alive.
1995 - Stupid idiot Phantom Whistle game. Patrick Nix got sacked for a safety when he heard a whistle from the stands and stopped during the play. Auburn loses 12-6.
1996 - Stupid idiot Barn Burning game. Literally a barn, not like “BARN CHEATIN”. Smoke billowed up from behind the student section but play continued. Auburn got screwed out of a touchdown when a Robert Baker catch was called incomplete. We lose 19-15.
1999 - Cigar Game. Auburn wins in Baton Rouge for the most recent time. Oh why does this number have to start with a 1?? Gross. Tommy Tuberville brings his guys back out onto the field to smoke cigars and curses the Auburn fortunes in Death Valley for decades to come.
2001 - 9/11 Game. Auburn/LSU is set for September 15th, but pushed back because of 9/11. LSU gets stronger as the season goes along, and thwacks us in Baton Rouge. Damon Duval fights a band member.
2004 - Hurricane Game. In the afterglow of Hurricane Ivan, Auburn upends the defending national champions with Jason Campbell’s last minute touchdown to Courtney Taylor. Nick Saban, Will Muschamp, and Jimbo Fisher are all on the LSU sideline.
2005 - Poor John Vaughn. Vaughn misses five field goals, including a doink in overtime to tie it, and Kenny Irons’ 200-yard day is wasted as Auburn loses again in Death Valley.
2006 - The Totally Not Pass Interference Officials Finally Made a Good Call Game. LSU gets unlucky with a controversial no-call on a play late in Auburn territory when Zach Gilbert and Eric Brock get entangled with an LSU receiver. Auburn stops LSU short of the goal line on the final play of the game to win 7-3. Oh, and an LSU fan doused our eagle with a drink and got arrested.
2007 - Les Miles Rabbit’s Foot Game. Instead of going for the easy field goal and certain win, Les Miles elects to throw to the end zone in the closing seconds. The pass is completed, when a bobble may have killed the clock. LSU loses twice during the regular season and still backdoors into the national championship.
2010 - Cam Newton Heisman Game. If the Iron Bowl cemented the Heisman that year for our large adult son, this was the game that vaulted him to the top of the polls. He runs for 217 yards and two scores, with one the scintillating affair where he dodges nearly every member of the LSU defense. Auburn goes to #1 in the country after this win and takes the national title a couple months later.
2016 - The You’re Fired Game. Loser of this game was pretty much guaranteed to fire the coach. Auburn gets six Daniel Carlson field goals and LSU appears to score the game-winning touchdown on the final play of regulation, but a review shows that the offense wasn’t set and the clock had run out before the snap. Les Miles gets fired the next morning.
2017 - Gus Hotseat Part 1,000. Auburn builds a 20-0 lead in Baton Rouge but tightens up and lets it slip away in the second half, falling 27-23. Auburn wins out in the regular season and wins the SEC West. This game, however, falls into one of the 3-4 most inexcusable losses under Gus Malzahn along with 2014 Texas A&M, 2016 Georgia, and 2018 Tennessee (and now 2020 South Carolina).
2018 - Pass Interference Revenge for LSU. Auburn blows another double digit lead and Joe Burrow leads a game-winning drive that culminates in a walk-off field goal for LSU and a 22-21 final score.
2019 - Nobody comes close to LSU in the regular season except for Auburn in Baton Rouge. In the end, a penalty on LSU allows LSU to run out the clock and preserve the win on the way to a perfect season.
See, if we’d just had a few of these happen in March, the Butterfly Effect of mojo would be more than capable of wiping out COVID, bringing back Kobe, dousing the wildfires, and doling out another round of stimulus checks to the country.
Or, we could be in for something truly epic tomorrow. Let’s consider the facts again.
Gone are the ultra-talented offensive cogs from last season for LSU. Heisman winner Joe Burrow, along with his trusty skill position players, most of his offensive line, and his wunderkind passing game coordinator are all in new spots (the NFL). Steve Ensminger is in charge of the show once again. Dave Aranda is leading Baylor, while people are laughing at Bo Pelini’s Baton Rouge buyout considering how poor the LSU defense has been this year.
They lost to Mike Leach, who hasn’t won another game yet. Think about that. MIKE LEACH MADE LSU WALK THE PLANK AND THEN DID SO HIMSELF. Mutually assured destruction from the Pirate. They also lost to Missouri and first year coach Eli Drinkwitz. LSU looked great against South Carolina, but that was at home, at night, where you can never pick against the Bayou Bengals unless you’re Troy.
Meanwhile... you know how this season has gone for Auburn.
Earlier this year, our own James Jones wrote a nice little ditty examining the history of BARN CHEATIN’. That only reviewed our controversial wins against the Tide after we were accused of nothing more than playing “gotchya and grabass” by the full diaper havers across the state.
Interesting only if you’re a mouthbreathing nitwit. Equitable if you’re the ones on the field trying to play actual football instead of gotchya and grabass. https://t.co/sum1sEFeXM
— Roll ‘Bama Roll (@rollbamaroll) April 22, 2020
Now, however, they may not be alone. Arkansas has joined Club Barn Cheatin’ —
I’m gonna be bitter for so long. In WHAT WORLD is that not a fumble!? WE WON THAT GAME pic.twitter.com/eGxwcFYlD9
— WoOoO Pig SpoOoOoky (@ArkansasFight) October 11, 2020
Then Ole Miss joined the group with these shirts and the sympathy of Alabama beat writers. It’s an alliance!
You can now grab yours today! : https://t.co/r4qq8zrpQR pic.twitter.com/W2cOnbQHWj
— Randy Jewel Morgan (@RebelNutt18) October 27, 2020
C’mon, you know we only cheat by funneling cash to star players through their family’s church and then strong-arming the NCAA into keeping them eligible by having a large yella man who likes to hit stuff with his own brand of 2x4s. Can’t you tell that’s how we run this game by all of the blue chip recruits we’ve gotten lately? Huh? Oh.
Anyway, Auburn has had some major buildup coming in the form of karma against LSU. The double digit leads blown over the past two years, with all the pass interference calls going against Auburn in 2018 are sure to somehow Yeerk their way into the back judge’s ear and force him to throw a flag on the purple Tigers. It’s going to happen. We’re going to get an all-SEC West alliance of Barn Cheatin’ going on in 2020.
Now, I’d love that, because it means we can win all of our division games, pissing off EVERYBODY and getting some victories while we’re at it in the year that doesn’t matter.
Let’s boil down the wild games in this series to a few choice words.
Photo finish. Last second. Controversial. Turnovers. Missed kicks. Poor clock management. Crowd involvement. Heisman winners. Natural disasters. Nicotine.
Now, to create the perfect outcome for tomorrow’s game, adding in Halloween and a full moon and a pandemic and the election.
Auburn and LSU will play a perfectly fun first half. There will be a bunch of points scored because neither defense is really all that good. LSU hits two or three big pass plays, and Auburn gets a breakaway run from Tank Bigsby and a long touchdown through the air. There will be a gadget play that works and one that blows up spectacularly. I have no designation on which team those happen to.
After halftime, it’s a close game, but LSU builds their lead in the third quarter with some defensive adjustments and another long pass play for a score. As the fourth quarter starts, Auburn trails by two scores. Then the turnovers happen. Whoever’s playing quarterback tomorrow will throw a pick, leading to a score for Auburn, and then in the final five minutes, Bo Nix and Tank Bigsby lead a methodical drive down the field and Auburn goes up by a point.
LSU will have a couple minutes left to salvage a win, needing only a field goal. They quickly move into range for the kick, but in their greed they go for the end zone from the Auburn 25. Offensive pass interference is called on a play where both the receiver and defender are hand-fighting, and the 15-yard penalty moves LSU back to where only a 57-yard field goal would win the game. With just five seconds left, Ed Orgeron trots out the kicking team, but the kick misses. Auburn roughs the kicker but doesn’t get called for it. Tigers (blue ones) win.
In the aftermath, Donald Trump criticizes Ed Orgeron for bad coaching on Twitter, and says that Big Ten football is way better (they love him in Iowa!). The southern states revolt and go blue. LSU joins Barn Cheatin’, Inc. and as a full moon sets on Halloween on the Plains, 2020 is put back in order.
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cultgambles · 7 years
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YouTuber!MC
Woooo! Finally something that I hope ya’ll enjoy. School started a week ago, and it’s all going according to keikaku so far, so that’s pretty good.
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[YTN] = youtube name
Yoosung
Gamer
“So, MC, what do you do for work? Or are you in College?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m in college and I work from home!”
He didn’t really ask about it again, until he was playing LOLOL with his friends.
“Duuuude, have you seen [YTN]? She’s a girl gamer! She’s basically asking me out…”
The other players in his group agreed, but he had no idea who the person was.
“Yoosung! Leave the game and just watch her letsplays. You won’t regret it.”
“Uggggghhhh, finnnne”
Tbh he wasn’t expecting very much, but he wanted to know what his friends were getting so hyped up about.
He clicked on the first video: BAD DAD: MC plays Dream Daddy | EP 1
“WHAT’S UP GUYS!? It’s ya gorl, MC! So you guys have been BEGGING for me to play, and I got my grubby little hands on it! As you’ve probably read from the title, I’m playing Gamegrump’s Dream Daddy!”
UHHH SHOCK???
MC
Calls you up right away
“You didn’t ask”
Sometimes you bring him on as a guest
Your fans think ya’ll are really cute
Zen
Skits
Boi decides to venture in his fandom for once
He sees fanart of him and a girl who looks oddly fa2miliar
Many of the comments consist of “OTP” and “<3 ommmg they’d be so cute together!”
He looks up your name, MC, and sees that you have a pretty big youtube fandom
WAIT A MINUTE
THAT’S HIS JAGIYA
“MC??? You’re a youtuber?”
“Yeah! Since 2006 actually. It’s been so fun as the years go by. I can’t belive there’s so many people that want to see my silly videos”
“How many?”
“How many what, Zen”
“Followers? Subscribers?”
“Hmmm, I’d say about 7 million?”
Instantly becomes jealous
I CANT HAVe ALL THESE DANGEROUS MEN WATCHING MY MC ON REPEAT
He LOVES them tho
Wants you to get into the acting business
That’s a no from you
“But we can be stars together!”
“Nah”
“We’ll see eacho ther every day?!”
“We already do, dummy”
Jaehee
ASMR/Slime Videos
She finds it really calming after a long day of work and elly
She brought work home, and just has some playing in the background
Suddenly, your voice fills her ears.
Clicking the youtube tab, sure enough, it’s you.
You’re making some glow in the dark slime and just talking about your day.
Soon enough, she’s seen almost all your videos
Inspires her to make slime
You find her in the kitchen with her laptop open, just A MESS
Glue everywhere
“Jaehee? What’s all this?”
“MC! I don’t know how you make these tutorials so simple looking!”
????
R u
R u watching one of my videos????
“Yes I am now come over here and help me!”
You kiss her forehead and instruct her.
“Wow that made so much more sense”
“Haha I literally just said the exact same thing”
Jumin
Product Reviews
He doesn’t think it’s a real job
Worries that his father or coworkers will see them and immediately calls for their removal
Ohhh boy, your subs are A N G E R Y
“Damn, Jumin! I’m not a porn star! I make respectable content!”
“Oh really, MC? Really?”
“Let me show you then!”
The video you pulled up was one where you were reviewing an as seen on TV product (the refined feline cat furniture to be exact)
Your cat was laying around your neck
          he likes it ok?!
“MC, who’s that?”
“Oh, that’s Bartholomeow. He’s my cat. But, he sadly passed away a couple months ago.” :(
“He’s very pretty. I think he and Elizabeth would have been good friends.”
“Oh yeah, totally.”
Is actually really impressed with the details of the review
“MC”
“I want you to do my cat commercial instead of Zen”
“Hun he was never gonna do it in the first place” you snicker
Seayoung
Vlogs
Wow, what a better way to stalk you! He knows all your personal info already, let’s just throw in actual life stuff too!
Unfortunately, you didn’t really share a lot of your irl stories, you were reserved and only let your fans see small portions of your life.
“MC! When are you gonna put up another video! I’m bored T_T”
“Surprise”
>:(
“I’m gonna become a better youtuber than you and I’m gonna post TWICE EVERY DAY”
“Oh yeah? Wanna bet?”
“Yeah sure. $50 bucks if i get more followers than you in a month AND post twice everyday”
“Deal. But you can’t hack and cheat.”
It’s on.
Long story short, he gave up after a week
“Pay up, four eyes”
He likes to bother you when you’re filming too
Constantly having to edit him out
“Saeyoung, I thought you wanted a new video!!”
“I do!” he wailed
“Well get out!”
Saeran
Musician/Singer
You sing for the majority of your videos
You’ve recently started doing instrumental covers too
When he was getting info to lure you to Rika’s apartment, he stumbled across your videos
Your voice always calmed him down when he was having an episode or mental breakdown
He likes to sit with you when you record
Makes him sleepy lol
You have tons of instruments and when you were stuck at Rika’s he broke into your old house to deliver™
Along with covers, you also write your own songs
Those are his favorites
All in all he doesn’t watch many videos
V
speedpaints/artist
Two artists get together
You use a lot of his photos to do art studies
You have tutorials, speedpaints, tips, and just art q&a’s
Sometimes he learns from you
You and him sell your artworks at the same place and he had no idea that it was you
Sometimes, during auctions, yours and his are top ranked and have the most bids
Lowkey a compettion btwn you two
Gets the eye surgery to see more of your art
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glendashley · 7 years
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26 July 2017 940pm~
Currently in Vancouver for summer school at UBC sauder. (15July-15August)
So this weekend we went to celebs and before that we met some new friends through Ben and at first I thought they were kinda weird but we ended up having more fun with them than I thought we would lol. We had dinner at some random Jap restaurant and it was really so so and the DJ at celebs was so horrible omg. I haven’t heard such boring music in a longggg time. That ruined it really... 
And at the end of dinner, I got sent a screenshot of M on CMB... Honestly I was so freaking mad I was boiling under my leather jacket and mind you it was freaking 17 degrees outside... I was so so so pissed and more disgusted than ever. The he uploaded was even taken by ME! ME ME ME ME! ME! 
Honestly, I am so fucking done with his disgusting fucking ass he can fuck off for all i care. I hate him so much! I can’t believe he even put “Entrepreneur in the Jewellery industry” ERM DAMN! Didn't he tell me before to be careful of people and not tell them too much?! COME ON! What is he trying to justify! OMG this is affecting me more than it should but honestly, I am so glad I saw it. You know what hurts the most is that when I thought in the whole wide world, THE WHOLEEEEE WORLD, that he would never ever ever hurt me but he has given me the most pain I could ever receive now... And I still am the one feeling sad and feeling sorry for myself. You know what? I AM DONE! I am so done being your little bitch and feeling sorry for myself because I am better than whatever you think I am. 
What is there to love about a man who doesn't love me? WHAT? I think ultimately he represents a safe zone and comfort for me and that’s why I keep wanting to run back because he is the one that i am most familiar with...HE IS GONE! THAT HIM IS GONE! That part of him that soul do him is GONE, DEAD & DONE! Actually the moment he could just tell me “No I do not miss you at all” and “MY FEELINGS CHANGED” and “WHAT DO YOU WANT SERIOUSLY!” I should've known better. Why am i shocked he is sending my friend a WOOOO on CMB? Why am I even shocked honestly... What was I expecting? That he was sitting at home and crying for me? I AM SO DONE. 
You know what M? If one day you ever come back and say HI to me, I shall led you to this post so you can see how much you hurt me and how much indifference I would have accumulated for you. You disgust me with your cold heartedness. You disgusting disgusting person. I wish I never begged you because you never were worth my tears nor my time! Throughout the WHOLE breakup, all you ever, EVER thought about was YOU! YOU! JUST YOU AND YOURSELF and how you wanted to find someone else, then please, GO! Which I don't even have to say because you are already doing it. You have never ever, NOT EVER ONCE had my interest at heart throughout this WHOLE TIME! NOTHING NUTS ZERO! 
I swear on my life that from now onwards I will make sure I am as indifferent to you as you have hurt me. I will make sure to always remember how you abandoned me and how you just pushed me away like I was nothing more than a used sock you used to wear. From now onwards, my head is held high, I sacrificed so much for you, not only my youth my time but also my damn ego i sacrificed for you, you fucking asshole. Now, I really hope you die. Wait till the day I don't even wish that anymore, wait till the day I don’t even care if youre alive as you have done to me. All the memories you gave me, I DO NOT WANT THEM ANYMORE YOU ASSHOLE! For everything I have ever given or done for you, I take it as that I threw it into this vast ocean and that it’s gone and I do not ever want it back. 
Let me tell you M, the hurt you have given me this time, IS ONE OF THE MOST PAINFUL THING I HAVE EVER FELT. You do not know how much you hurt me till you read this one day either by accident or me directing you here or maybe you will never see this but this post is to remind me how much you have hurt me and how I should never let you have the slightest chance to ever hurt me like this again. I used to be a fool, a sad fool who thought that begging you was the best I could do for myself and now I know better you fucking asshole. While I am crying and feeling sad and worrying and overthinking, youre on CMB and the clubs hitting girls up. I am so happy I finally see right through your soul you fucking asshole. 
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simper-fi · 7 years
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Loads of replies, pt. 2! <3
such cuteness! even if its in the living room
I spent so much time building a church and a reception hall, and re-decorating an outdoor community lot to accommodate weddings, but do I use them? Nooooooo, of course not. :D
soloriya replied to your photo “The cutest thing Sims do. ♥ And that’s the end of their uninteresting...”
agree! the cutest thing ever! <333
I don’t even care that it takes them like an extra hour to wake up in the morning, it’s too cute! *-* And I wind up taking screenshots every time, too. XD
dramallamadingdang replied to your photoset “Clara actually sat on the couch and started watching television during...”
Capable...and with a very stylish hairstyle that didn't even get messed up in the fight. :)
Haha, yes! Now that’s impressive. ;) I haven’t had many burglaries in the neighborhood - at least not many that I’ve remembered to document - but if I recall correctly, she gets the burglar every time. :)
alicephant replied to your post “I’ve been playing this game for over ten years, and I finally had...”
I had my first in game puppies not long ago and yes they are adorable!
Ahhhhh it’s so much work but they’re so cuuuuute! I definitely don’t have room in the house for five dogs lmao but I don’t think I can part with them ;__; <3
lilibethsonar replied to your photoset “Two small but elegant bathrooms. I am aware that all of my bathrooms...”
So damn prrrretty! *O*
Thank you so much!! <3
twofee replied to your photoset “Clara and Stellan’s kitchen and dining area. (Clara had Star Wars...”
looooove it! did you do the color scheme specifically to match the leia painting ;)
Hahaha, no, I swear! :D I was looking for a large painting to use and I remembered that I have all of the amazing Star Wars recolors @biffysims did on the Artig mesh - and who am I to say no to the General? ;)
sims2simmies replied to your photoset “Clara and Stellan were banished to the outside of the house while I...”
Lol well, they certainly didn't want to waste a good day outside.
Good thing they took advantage because whenever I send my Sims to spend a nice day outdoors at the park or the beach, it rains. :P
littleblondesim replied to your photoset “Two small but elegant bathrooms. I am aware that all of my bathrooms...”
I enjoy when people babble in the tags :)
Woooo, that’s a relief, because I babble in the tags a LOT. ;)
sigmundsims replied to your photoset “Two small but elegant bathrooms. I am aware that all of my bathrooms...”
I read all the tags! :) Also, the bathroom looks very elegant.
Hahah, yay! Thank you on both counts! 
crystaldollhouse replied to your photoset “Two small but elegant bathrooms. I am aware that all of my bathrooms...”
They look amazing, so fancy
Thank you so much! :)
cookietheinnocent replied to your photoset “Two small but elegant bathrooms. I am aware that all of my bathrooms...”
You did a much better decorating job than me! Lol XD Did you use cc or is all of it default items?
Oh, I used a fair bit of cc in there. Actually, I think almost everything is cc. :D I have about 10 GB of cc, so I’d better use it! :P
prettybabo replied to your photoset “Clara and Stellan’s kitchen and dining area. (Clara had Star Wars...”
I need to remember to put that Leia painting in the new Parkin residence :')
YES. Your General commands it!
ajaysims replied to your photoset “Clara and Stellan’s kitchen and dining area. (Clara had Star Wars...”
I love your decorating style, it's not too cluttered and yet still looks very homely and lived-in
Thank you! That’s exactly the look I strive for, so it means a lot to hear you say it. :D <3
eulaliasims replied to your photoset “Clara and Stellan’s living room. ”
That brick wall looks super cool with the decor style. :D
Thank you my dear! I wasn’t exactly sure where I was going with that room, in terms of a cohesive style, but I pretty much thought the same thing: “Hey, this looks good with the wall, I’m going to keep it.” ;)
twofee replied to your photoset “Just chillin’. 8D”
this is me.
Then this mod is just the thing for you (if you don’t already have it)! ;)
twofee replied to your post “Music Meme”
everytime you do this, you add a new song or band for me to check out. :)
Ahhh that’s awesome! I love when this meme goes around because I like checking out what other people listen to as well. :) 
twofee replied to your photoset “Poe and Luna Thompson (who live in the neighboring apartment unit) are...”
hey poe, you shouldn't play your games in the street! ;) ;)
I don’t think the little whippersnapper is listening, tsk tsk! >:|
ofgodsandllamas replied to your post “Music Meme”
oh MAN i need to set up my external again i never reorganized my music on my craptop lmao BUT AAAAHHHH YOUR ANECDOTE ABOUT MCR i'm so jealous you saw them AND TBS!!!! I saw MCR with Rise Against my senior year and it was my first concert ever and i was in love lmao YOU LITERALLY DO SOME OF THE COOLEST THINGS IN YOUR LIFE!
AHHHHH I SAW THEM WITH RISE AGAINST TOO! It was my senior year as well LMAO so we must have seen them on the same tour! :D And honestly I wouldn’t do 99.9% of the cool things I do if not for my boyfriend, he’s the concert junkie and he’s always able to get us tickets for things!
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IT'S ME AT MY OLD DUPLEX!!!!!!!! (except there was no point to banging on the walls cos it was concrete and only made my fist hurt lmao)
lmao oh nooooo! At least you don’t have that problem anymore (right???). In my apartment, I think I’m the noisy one hahaha. Not that I make an exceptional amount of noise, but our walls are really thin and my landlord goes to bed super early - so sometimes if I get carried away listening to music or watching TV with the volume up a bit too high, I hear the broom banging on the ceiling LMAO
dramallamadingdang replied to your post “Music Meme”
But there IS Kraftwerk! That makes everything better. :)
Yes! Kraftwerk is amazing! I saw them in D.C. during their Kraftwerk 3D tour last year and it was so much fun. I wasn’t sure what to expect (also I don’t really care for most things in 3D) but it was a super cool audio/visual experience. :) I hope they do another show soon (and preferably a little closer to home - I love traveling to new cities, but I can’t always go a couple hundred miles out of the way for a show :)). 
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Good thing these landlords are pretty lenient!
Haha, now if only I could get so lucky with the landlords here in NYC. ;)
prettybabo replied to your post “Music Meme”
Oh my lawd you're seeing radiohead again!! I so hope me and mr biffy will be able to see them when they do dates over here D: and I can't believe you've never seen morrissey with his flower pocket before. One of our friends commandeered some of of wedding flowers at our evening reception and danced like Moz all night <3
Yessss, it’s all thanks to my boyfriend! We both tried for tickets when they went on sale last week and I got completely shut out. D: He has amazing luck with tickets, I really don’t know how he does it. I hope you’re able to see them over there! They just keep getting better and better. When we saw them last summer, they played “Let Down” for the first time in ten years and I CRIED. :3
And omg I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on the Moz flower pocket! Your reception must have been a blast :D <3
snapdragoned replied to your post “Music Meme”
omg, shrieking @ your mcr story!! i was/am/will eternally be obsessed with my chem. good call on going to the concert anyway!
vimpse replied to your post “Music Meme”
Already done this, but I chortled at your MCR story, hahaha
Haha, the things we do for the bands we love! They played a bunch of shows near me a few years ago while I was still completing my doctorate and I didn’t go. :< Now I keep hoping for a reunion tour. ;___;
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So this was sitting on my Desktop...
Was cleaning off my desktop just now and found a file titled April 1 Update. This is what I found inside...a blog post written a month and a half ago. That I don’t think I ever posted.
Damn. It's been awhile, yeah?
Honestly, most of my down time has been spent reading Spider-Man comic books. Like...a lot of Spider-Man comic books. Almost all of the books dealing with the Ultimatum, and then Amazing Spider-Man from 1998 through 2004-ish, and Peter Parker: Spider-Man (not as good as ASM, imho) Vol 2.
Not gonna lie: my eyes started leaking pretty good while reading the book published in the wake of 9/11, and at the end of the Happy Birthday storyline (ASM #500). Also, I _for real_ need to get that Last Stand jacket.
As for my life in Beijing...I've had several very interesting experiences in the past few weeks. The Thursday after St. Patrick's Day, I met up with an undergrad (who is a story in and of himself...) and the grad student I befriended a while back near Wudaokou, an area a couple blocks from campus with more of a night-life. I wasn't sure what to expect from that night, but it certainly wasn't what I expected.
The walk to Wudaokou is a good couple kilometers, but it's only like 3 blocks. Needless to say, the blocks here are bigger than in major metropolitan areas in the States. They were grabbing pizza on the seventh floor of something called the U-Center, which turned out to be yet another mall. After they finished up enjoying their pizza, we wandered down another block to a corner with several bars and clubs. After a lot of unhelpful deliberation, they decided that we should check out Lush.
Lush feels like a mediocre bar from the States, cut-and-paste into prime real estate in Beijing. And it's always busy. Turns out if there aren't 50 other bars just like yours within a couple blocks, you can pretty much dominate that aesthetic. And Lush really dominates. On Wednesdays, they fill their entire space with trivia-goers, Thursdays are Open Mic Night, and Friday's have more...valid live music. When we walked in that Thursday night for Open Mic Night, I found exactly what I expected: two quite intoxicated (and mildly intoxicating) young women trying their damnedest to perform some moderately popular song, karaoke-style. I ordered a Guinness, and we grabbed a spot at the bar to watch the evening unfold.
Now, I'm not a fan of cramped and loud spaces; strangers make me feel uncomfortable, generally, but it's significantly easier to deal with when the music suddenly gets better and the Guinness arrives. Unfortunately, the undergrad was disappointed that we couldn't hear each other, as if that was the point of going to a bar at 9pm. But as I said, the music got much better; two mid-20's guys hit the stage, one with a guitar and the other with a bongo drum and started jamming. And boy, were they jamming. I'm not sure what language the vocalist was using, but it reminded me of a mix of Mediterranean and Indian-ish. I'm no expert, but I'm savvy enough to know it wasn't a style popular in the States, the Caribbean or North/Western Europe. But the guitar sounded, to my very undereducated ear, quite Spanish.
The next week, I would see the guitarist again, compliment him on his performance (apparently he's a regular!), and learn that he's French. This did not clear up any of my questions. But they were damn good. Waaaaaay better than I would expect from an Open Mic Night in the States.
Because of the undergrad's discomfort, we left early, but I made a note to check out Lush again (as evidenced by the previous segment of text).
AS and I went back the next night, a Friday night. We got in around 7:30p, I think, and again: the place was packed. We were seated at a 4-top with two strangers who were already halfway through their meal. After a mild struggle trying to order drinks, we learned that from 7p-9p every night (including Friday?!) is Happy Hour. Buy two of the same beverage, get a third free. So we got a cousin of the Long Island Iced Tea; I don't remember the name of it, but it was mildly vulgar. The drink itself was blue, full of liquor, and tasted like juice. As these drinks tend to do. Now, if you know me, you'll know that I stick to beer. I know how to pace myself with beer. AS knows how to pace himself with liquor. I struggled to keep up. After that cocktail, our table-partners left, and we ordered Old Fashioneds. Pretty good, given the locale. The Live Music hadn't started yet, so after we made it to the bottom of our glasses, we ordered some beer. *phew* Finally in familiar territory, I could properly enjoy the night. And the music was getting started! Since it wasn't Open Mic Night, we got to sit front row to a surprisingly entertaining group. Although I still for the life of me can't understand how the singer was comfortable in those leather pants...
After the beer, AS suggested we check out one of the other bars nearby. I was in no rush to go, but I'm always up for trying something new. Plus, AS mentioned that the bar around the corner, Propaganda, didn't have a cover for white men. Or Chinese girls. An interesting statement, and one that I chose to just pack away in a box and not think about. Especially when the intel turned out faulty and we both had a pay 30 yuan to get in. *shrug* This place...was not like any bar I've ever been to. Mostly because it was a club, and I'd never been to a club. And then the night sorta got out of a hand. But don't worry! We both made it home just fine.
But I'll say this: I'm usually the guy that has to get dragged onto the dance floor. However, there's something about being in such a different environment, surrounded by people who would never know me as anything other than "that really pale white dude" that really just removes your inhibitions. Also the liquor probably helped. AS and I, both Midwestern white guys, were some of the first on the dance floor. And right next to the DJ were two small platforms, big enough for one (maybe two but definitely not three) people to dance on. And AS hopped up on one after I joked that he should. So...then I also had to hop up on one. And the party really got started. And it was far more diverse than I was expecting. By the end of the night, I'd met (sure, a bunch of Chinese people, but also...) several Brazilians, a handful of Italians, some Morrocans, one Swedish prick who decided that I was responsible for Trump (woooo...I enjoy strangers swearing at me and flipping me off...super fun...) and so many other nationalities that I just can't remember. AS and I had been there for quite some time, keeping the party going, before the guy flipped me off over Trump, we'd met a good group of new friends at the bar, and AS was taking a break from dancing over by one of the walls. I had just bumped into the Swedish guy again (and he flipped me off again...seriously! What is this dude's deal?!), so I joined AS over by the wall. Or so I thought.
When I leaned against the wall next to him, the wall wasn't there.
Apparently it was a door that wasn't fastened closed, and it led to another club. With just as many people. Different music, but basically the same, and NO SWEDISH PRICK! So we changed venues and kept going. This place didn't have two platforms near the DJ, but it did have platforms along the wall big enough for 5-7 people to dance on. And you know I danced on them! I've literally never dance that much in my life. And my body was angry with me the next day, but for the moment it was nice to just have a stupid grin plastered on my face, no cares in the world, and a bunch of other 20-somethings and 30-somethings with the same thing in mind. At one point, while not on the platform, some guy that I had hardly even seen before grasped my right hand with his, stuck his right foot out and raised his left hand in the air; I'm pretty damn white, but even I know what to do here. People even made space for us to...do whatever that's called. Many more hours went by before AS and I stumbled out of there, and the party was still going strong. Neither of us could hear particularly well, and I knew we both must reek after being in two different basements filled with cigarette smoke. I just didn't know how bad it was until I woke up later that day.
Most of that day was spent in recovery. After comparing notes, we're rather certain that there was some not-exactly-brand-named liquor being used, if you know what I mean. But it gave me time to catch up on some shows and read my comics, so it wasn't a complete waste.
So there you go. A blog post that I just found, never posted, and didn’t really read through again before throwing it on here. *shrug*
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bigbrotherorre · 6 years
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FINAL EPISODE: “DENNIS IS SUCH A KING” - ALI THE REST OF THE GAME.
WEEK 13 
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if someone who doesn't love me wins this week then bye bye ashvika 
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annoyed that sammy nominated me because i kept him safe last week whereas i could have just as easily flipped to keeping alivia and he could've left...but more than that, i'm annoyed at his speech. i dont think he should've used "you nommed me" as an excuse bc that's lame and he was the first to nom me and i nommed him back so we were even, and then i let him have veto pick when he was nommed and i made sure he got taken off. also conversation is a two way street and i dont see him trying to make a conversation with me either, he could have just said the real reason....i love hearing about how good of a player he thinks i am.... the worst case scenario is if bryce or zeezo win, i think even if the noms stay the same that i have a good chance of staying? granted that autumn and ali don't decide to turn on me and evict me 
why is bryce spreading lies :( i didn't tell ali to nominate sammy.... 
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ive made a lot of mistakes this game and there all coming at me now.. my position in the game is terrible and i can blame it on ppl playing not to their win condition or on just the wrong ppl winning comps at the wrong time, but ultimately i could have tried harder convincing ppl to see the light or to do better in challenges so ultimately its on me. feeling really hopeless this week even tho i avoided being a preveto nom i think ill be a post one if literally anyone but me wins veto. and i flopped veto (cwl). i cant wait for after the game for ali to admit that he did tell me that ashvika pushed for sammy to be nommed. order in which id vote ppl zeezo- always worked with me and if she makes it to the end she truly DID THAT ashvika- really took control of the game with her hoh win and after jose left smartly picked up the goats and became the biggest threat randy- a king love us working with/against each other throughout the game and even tho he was voted out im not one to discredit buyback winners autumn- never spoke to me but guess she didnt need to KASDHFK ali- fakest person ive ever met dennis- knows how to get to f2 at least sammy- ignores obvious facts and always makes the wrong move  but good at comps so wooh (me teas too tho...)
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somehow i didnt get nommed but like so sad what the heck zeezo is going home like why is everyone so jealous that shes prettier and funnier than them :( why cant we all be her goats <3 i guess its good bc like i cant win with zeezo in the game and i can vote to keep her still, but honestly if i lose in f2 with zeezo itd still be fun bc she has had my back all game :] I AM SO SAD UGHHHH GOD HATES GAYS AND HES TAKING MY TWO WOC QUEENS BACK TO BACK. Now i have ashvika who is a queen but not my queen!! And autumn yikes hates me always :(
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SORRY IVE BEEN GONE!!! I did one video confessional for Week 11 and just like never posted it lmao but I will haha and that's all behind me. But anyway I just have so many feelings. Live  night is about to begin, me and Zeezo's war is finally concluding, IM STILL TRYING TO GET MY FIRST COMP WIN, and I'm trying to protect my allies at all cost. Some cracked shit is about to go down and I'm so excited and so so glad I took a nap before this cause I'm ready for anything wooo
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RANDY: WIN SAMMY: ... ALI: FAKEST PERSON IVE EVER MET MAYBE TALKS A BIG GAME AND SAYS HES SUPER NICE AND EMOTIONAL BUT SUDDENLY CAN TURN THAT OFF. HE WOULD BE A GOOD VILLAIN BUT HE ACTS NICE AND DOESNT OWN IT AND MAYBE ITS JUST BC ITS SO SOON BUT I HOPE HE CHOKES AND HAS HAYFEVER FOREVER! WHAT EVEN IS HAYFEVER??? HORSE BOY AUTUMN: NEVER SPOKE TO ME BUT NICE DENNIS: FORGOT TO PUT SOMEONE ON THE LIST, KNEW HIS WAY TO F2 AND IF HE DOESNT TAKE CREDIT FOR THINGS ICON AND ID VOTE FOR HIM.
AFTER THE TRIPLE EVICTION...
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OK BUT DAT TRIPLE DOE http://media2.giphy.com/media/xUA7aViRhBQPzXNAAM/giphy.gif It was dramatic, over the top, emotional, satisfying, show stopping, gut wrenching- literally everything you want out of a triple. I... don't feel bad for Breezo lmao, not after all the messiness they've caused. But doing Ashvika dirty is literally the hardest choice I've had to make in Orre. Sis I am so so sorry. I should've thrown you a vote but you know how Randy is and you really know how Dennis is. I just--- that was something I like wasn't prepared to ever do, break Ashvika's heart. But like in my beautiful dark twisted mind? It was perfect because I knew I couldn't go to the end w/ Ash but I was never going to nominate her. So here we are rip ALSO LAB AND BREEZO ALL SITTING IN JURY??? BIIIIIIITTTCCHHHHH https://media.giphy.com/media/zcAii7T9JXezS/source.gif If you're reading this, you know I sure did say I would wipe that whole group out and send them to jury and it really did come to pass. John sure did gas all of them up to win and I sure did tell him in my Week 10 goodbye message that they were all bout to walk in behind him. So in the spirit of prophesizing, let it be known that Auli aka Ali and I will make Final 3 because we are the strategic dynamic duo y'all slept on. Like correct me if I'm wrong: we've been on the right side of all 8 "merge" votes (there's no word for like opposite of pre-jury lmao), we ain't been on block since Week 6/7 and it's now Week 14, and we've downplayed our iconicism left and right so we're the last duo standing at Final 5, and no one wants to take a shot at us. BUT YALL STILL SLEEP CAUSE THE MIST IS THAT STRONG. That's ok though! When Randy and Sammy walk into jury next y'all will see Also I'm  dead at how much jury hates Ali hahaha. Deadass he has to stay in the game for safety reasons. Like soooo many jurors wanna kill him. That's my ride or die though so I can't let that happen. Anyway I still feel like shit for obeying Randy, which hurt Ashvika, made Dennis cry, and further dragged Ali's corpse. But the good news is woooo it's Final 5 and these boys all want to take Auli to the end. So do I NEED to win this HOH? No not really. Am I still praying and pleading with God like I do before every comp? Absolutely https://media1.tenor.com/images/1a11748f0c7ce30ab4afd057fab66751/tenor.gif?itemid=5677211
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Me when I shocked the nation and won HOH and finally had power in the house after 13 weeks https://78.media.tumblr.com/2a8c6d7cc298da364a847f8f9d767c7c/tumblr_opiih6Z7tB1ub3fcfo1_500.gif Me then using said power to target my baby Randy for the greater good https://media.giphy.com/media/hic9t15zsdwfC/giphy.gif And now me that I'm selling my entire family, land, soul, and wig collection to get Dennis to keep me and kill Sammy so that I'm not Ika Wonged because I know for a fact Ali would take me to F2 and Dennis would be a dumbass not to take me too. AND I ALWAYS BELIEVED IF I WENT UP A FOURTH TIME THAT WOULD BE THE TIME I GO UP ON THE BLOCK AND DONT COME BACK DOWN SO FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DENNIS BE STRATEGIC AND KEEP ME https://i.pinimg.com/originals/23/53/9d/23539d4ab6c13adab50940426d73ed6e.gif
[AFTER F4 EVICTION]
WAIT WHAT HOW AM I ALIVE?? https://media.giphy.com/media/TZ388aYpsLMcM/giphy.gif AND HOW THE FUCK DID I MAKE FINAL 3??? https://yiaelxzosjw9p4bs-zippykid.netdna-ssl.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/happy-crying.gif Pray for me if I win Final HOH cause fun fact: I, the strategic legend, have no clue who to fucking take to the end and that's the biggest gag of the entire season BECAUSE I DIDN'T PLAN OUT THIS FAR GODDAMMIT AND I WISH I HAD. Ok that's not entirely true- I knew I should either sit next to Dennis or Ali because ya know contingency plans matter. BUT NOW??? Bitch ion know I just wanna win
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CLICK HERE & HERE TO SEE DENNIS’ VIDEO DIARY ROOMS!
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i've never seen a better reflection of the emotional rollercoaster that is my mental state than these two being filmed less than 12 hours apart jasldfa
CLICK HERE AND HERE TO SEE ALI’S VIDEO DIARY ROOMS!
okay i have lots of post finale thoughts but i need to type them up tomorrow. i just hope the jury knows how sorry I am if I ever upset them, because I love them all so much and would never want that :(
time for my post finale wrap up and.... whewie. This is so upsetting because, I just did this for all stars. Like it's looking like my track record is LITERALLY going to be 2nd 9th 2nd 2nd 2nd, I CANT COME 2ND AGAIN. I really can't take this. Here is the bigger problem though and this is why Orre will be my last game whether I win or not. I can't keep playing these games when I upset so many people. Like it honestly broke my heart yesterday hearing how much I upset people like Bryce & Ashvika, people I love SOOOOOOO much. I don't want to upset people. Like... what upset me about finale is I don't think the jurors realise that.... I didn't just upset people for the sake of it and ahhh. Honestly, I'm really upset, like not even that I'm coming second but that I upset people. So with that said, I really apologise to the jurors. I got the impression that I hurt you all so bad that you are giving me 2nd as like.... punishment? And while I hate that, if I hurt you all that bad I really owe you all an apology. Anywho, since this is definitely my last game, I've played 183 days worth of games to just come 2nd, and that's just too much. I'm too flawed of a person and player to continue playing these games and just keep coming 2nd. Like it just hurts. so yeah, i'm sad but mainly because this is deja vu. I'm so proud of Dennis for winning, he is such a sweet genuine guy and when he was complimenting me during the finale, it was the nicest thing I've ever heard and I'm so greatful. No matter my game or his, I'd be happy to see Dennis represent our season.
Can I just say... Dennis is such a king. What a kind-hearted, genuine guy. A true king.
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CLICK HERE TO WATCH DENNIS’ VIDEO DIARY ROOM!
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okay so I lost.... and I'm weirdly at peace with it. I know I answered the jury questions terribly and I had... some jurors that would never have it in them to vote for me and would actively campaign against me. Dennis is a king, and in a cast with toxicity and SUCH bitterness, I think he is a phenomenal representation for the season. Otherwise, I am really honoured to get Ashvika's vote, she is such a deserving POTS, and to get POTS' vote is always an honour. Autumn and Jose are amazing friends and I am so happy to have got to work with them, John is a player with SUCH potential and he is WINNING BOTS & Zeezo I'm really honoured to get her vote too! For the others, Bryce is a KING and so is Blake (they both seemed really upset by me so I hope we can be friends). Lynn I never spoke to and seems... very bitter about the season's result, but I hope she gets over it because she is also a QUEEN. Randy is a funny one and I'm starting to worry all his friend talk was just him playing into my emotional side, but he is a good egg really I know it. Sammy is a ghost king. I kinda want to end on Alivia. Alivia is a person whose personality is obviously very different to mine and the way she speaks to me and others really upsets me a lot of the time. However, her bitterness against me is understandable and I hope she gets over it, because she defines herself by anger and bitterness when she is such a funny and likable person and doesn't need to do that. but woo... to wrap stuff up, I'm so grateful for Nicholas & Julia for casting me, Owen & Emily for being amazing.... OH, I forgot what I wanted to say. Autumn is a queen, a legend and amazing. She is honestly soo soo amazing, like... someone I really admire and see as a rolemodel? she is inspirational, a queen and a legend. Dennis is the nicest, most well intentioned guy ever SO sweet and really just a genuinely nice guy. I have made lasting friendships with some members of this cast and I'm so happy. so yeah.... i'll probably do another one of these in like a day or so, but if not.... ali out woo
we love coming to jury and being told about my ""showmance""".... wanna die jadfkl. my only showmance was to snakery, my way of life. blake was robbed but also is a broccoli. last words? autumn and dennis are my faves, best F3 ever.
FINAL CAST ASSESSMENT
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YA GIRL FINISHED HER FIRST SEMESTER OF SENIOR YEAR WOOOO 1. Kind of barely made it out alive, but in the end I’m honestly really proud of myself. I studied really hard for my last final and was actually able to concentrate and curb anxiety and it was amazing.
2. My friend is so funny. After our midterm we were both so happy because it was so easy and he was like, “Well, Megan, it was nice taking this class with you…” LOL and proceeded to give me a bro hug HAHA you know, the one where you high five with one hand and half hug with the other. So funny so adorable I loved it. His consistent presence just simply helped me get over whatever hump I was going through, even if it was super fleeting and temporary, those moments of happiness and silliness were still real and I appreciate it a lot.
3. After I worked on the American Constitution final with a couple friends and man oh man. That had to be the worst final I’ve ever taken. The amount of work was just EXCRUCIATING. Holy. We worked on it for the full limited time which was 5 and a half hours. No breaks. No food. We were so frustrated but we all eventually pooled answers and ran to the library to print them out and hand them in.
4. Got some food with E and it was pretty nice because I love to listen and she loves to talk so it was a good match. HAHA Also nice to talk to someone who is majoring in the same liberal arts subject as you. We got to talk about books and work and all of that.
5. On my way home I got some citron soju. I really wanted Jack Daniels honey whiskey because a friend bought it one time freshman year and it was amazing but the guy said it was $27 so NOPE. Did I drink it by myself? Yes. Did I post it on social media and delete it? Yes. Because people will always think of it as sad, but I just love alcohol ok. LOL I just like unwinding and chilling while watching cooking shows and playing animal crossing on my phone.
6. But lately, I’ve been thinking of experimenting and partaking in a fully sober month. No cigarettes or alcohol. Just to see if it makes my mind sharper and my overall mood better.
7. Took the train home. Bro picked me up. Conversation is awkward as always. I used to think it was because we’re so different, but maybe it’s because we’re so alike that there’s a disconnect. We’re both especially secretive when it comes to our deep thoughts and struggles and we both feel quite intensely. We’re both just kind of intense in general. LOL So when we don’t have that light and vulnerable person to warm us up, like our other brother, it’s just kind of like AHH who initiates what first. And what I also noticed is that we love strangers. We love interacting with them and giving them respect and being open to them right off the bat. But with that, we sometimes don’t cultivate the deepest relationships.
8. That being said, I actually left my cellphone at the train station bench. My mom tracked the phone and it said it was at a McDonalds in Carmel, New York. My mom and my brother started freaking out, convinced that someone stole it and the person who stole it is a no-lifer who works at McDonalds. Eventually they called my bro’s number after we texted my phone and we went to pick it up. But ok firstly, when my brother was driving us home from the train station there was a massive accident and we were stuck in traffic for a really long time. Then, after we get home and he finds out my phone was potentially stolen, he starts calling my phone like crazy AND THEN starts calling the McDonalds at least 5 times. So then he drives me to the McDonalds to pick it up and everything and literally expects no recognition. I say thank you and he doesn’t even respond. He just goes back to normal like nothing happened and honestly we might not have the most invigorating conversations but his acts of kindness and care that he puts into my well-being is more than enough.
9. Oh so yesterday after I drank soju I listened to music and smoked and it was 2am but almost 40 percent of the lights were still on in other apartments and I felt so comforted by that because almost every roommate I’ve had sleeps at midnight the latest. I’m just like THANK YOU I’m not crazy after all. Nighttime is the best time. In the daytime I’m literally in a state of disgust because the streets are so congested and people are hella stressed and impatient. It’s also just too bright and it hurts my eyes. Anyways, the sound of silence was a first that night and all I heard was the wind. The fresh air and being surrounded by plants is so nice.
10. But I’m glad I’m moving out of Stuytown. LOL because it makes me kind of hayfeverish. Like all the buildings and rooms are the exact same, all you see are older rich people with their annoying ass kids (some are cute but most are argh) and I just don’t feel at peace with it for some other arbitrary reasons. I like the rustic feel and the uniqueness of an apartment complex. It really emphasizes that people and life experiences are different. I also just felt like judgment? I know it sounds silly because no one gives a fuck about me but it just seems like the people around me are more inclined to judge versus if I lived in the lower part of the East Village, ya know? People are younger and more open-minded.
11. There’s something about Connecticut that recharges my batteries like no other. I already feel SO inspired. The creative juices are just oozing out of me. I’m just daydreaming, making food, and thinking of the next creative process. It’s so nice. I feel a life-change coming on. I feel like I really have to start putting myself on a regimen. Healthier foods and meditation, as well as journaling. Like actual journaling in a physical notebook? We’ll see, I’m still thinking about it. Also, if you couldn’t tell, my thoughts and ideas are usually very noncommittal. I probably won’t follow through on most of the things I say. LOL
12. I’m taking life too seriously. Since when did I take life so seriously? I am reaching to find a life purpose/moral/goal to focus and hone in on so I can be stable in what I want and be less prone to bending myself into different shapes so I can receive approval from people. I choose to live a life of truth! I don’t want to buy into whatever the dreamy world is selling. Do I want money and glory? I mean, of course but do I want happiness more? Absolutely. So I really want to be intentional in trying to do more things that solely bring me happiness. Because if I don’t, it’s a cycle of worry and heaviness that I now know I have complete control over. GET AWAY FROM ME NEGATIVE PEOPLE. I DON’T GOT TIME FOR THAT.
13. I think being at home brings time the most joy because, again, I am extremely sensitive to my environments and I honestly had an epiphany just now, but… MY FAMILY IS SO NICE. I think they are honestly the nicest people I’ve ever met. They’re truly gems. They feel and care and do so much for other people and they get so much joy out of doing so, even if it takes so much work, time, and effort. That’s so noble and wholesome and I respect that so much. Although my other brother’s motives can be quite questionable and sketchy sometimes, I accept all of him. LOL honestly I have faith in the both of us to mature wonderfully and be as level-headed as the rest of our family because all we like to do is pride ourselves and pick fights. lolol
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Episode #5: “I Didn't Come Back To Be A Stupid @$$” - Andreas
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Not quite sure what to make of this tribe of 5 but I find in this one theirs no where to hide because I can almost guarantee Jackson is going to be a middle man between Danielle and I, and everyone knows that in this tribe I would be the one they send home. But luckily for me, I have Gage and Christine's students on my tribe so If I send them home it weakens them come merge, but following the murder of 3 returnees early on I can NOT have a repeat of Easter Island, so I need to get over my phobia of returnees. 
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MKAY COOL I COULDN"T HAVE ASKED FOR A BETTER SCENARIO IT'S LITERALLY 4 V 1 IS THIS HOW SANDRA AND VARNER FELT
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~*~Tales From Reflection Island~*~ Hi. I'm pissed. I was so excited to finally win my first tribal immunity and FINALLY not have to worry about being voted out, but that was short lived. Brett, my flop ass mentor, was voted out on the other tribe almost unanimously. What the HECK. So my gay ass is shipped off to reflection island where I have to "reflect on what went wrong" or whatever. But it ain't my fault Brett is a flop! He was the mentor. He was supposed to know not to get voted out. AND THEN we have a tribe swap.... While I'm on reflection. You know what happened to the last person on reflection island during a tribe swap? They were voted out unanimously the same round they returned (rip Connor). So when I come back I'm gonna have some serious work to do. Going onto a tribe of 5 is scary in itself, not being there when the tribe is formed is even worse. the ONLY saving grace in this whole situation is the reflection ritual or whatever the heck its call. Bc I'm always doing #that and I PICKED AN URN WITH AN IDOL PIECE IN IT WOOOO. Now I have 2/3 pieces! This makes it so much easier to get that last piece and make an idol. And that could save my ass in this tricky situation. My plan once I come back is to victimize myself, talk to everyone, be so devastated by the loss of my mentor, act paranoid, and find that last piece. Wish me luck!
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Im actually really frustrated right now, we could have easily won immunity but Lauren messed up very basic instructions and just completely fucked us over. Now we have to go to tribal. Lol 4th tribal out of 5 ugh. So anyways this tribal should be easy however we know how this game goes, the easy vote never happens. But none the less this allows me a valid reason to take Christine's student out which would have completely destroyed all her numbers which means shes 1 which isnt a huge threat. Im just worried about idols ,and tribal on my 200th day is ANNOYING. Anyways i need to go calm down phew. Old Andreas is coming out lmao 
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So jackson and I had a plan to throw the torch pass challenge and use lauren to get out andreas. funniest part: we didn't even have to throw because lauren posted at the wrong time and fucked it all up! I'm trying to make everyone hate her now so she feels like she has to vote with us. jackson was hesitant at first about voting andreas but he's warmed up to it. I hope he stays with the decision. I really think him and I can fight our way through this game. 
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i got my 2nd idol piece from fucking hell of looking through numbers! van who??
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So I think I already did a confessional but oh well. This tribe swap isn't looking good for me. I ended up not getting the idol piece because Chelsea already got it so that was super annoying. BUUUUT. I got reward this time and Ryan ended up getting his 2nd idol piece from it. I'm happy bc that means we have 2/3 in our posession and I think that he's 100% loyal to me. He's said over and over that this is our idol and I truly believe that. We've been friends for so long that I doubt that he would be using an idol that we both found against me in any way. I'm trying to talk to everyone every day but it's hard when it's one world. I hate it so much fuck fkjdsn. Andreas is kinda annoying and very pushy when it comes to this game. He created an alliance with Jackson and I, which I don't think I'll stick too, to try and talk about the vote. From what I can tell at this point, the vote is going to be Andreas anyway. Although Lauren fucked up in the challenge, people are wanting to keep her around for a throwaway vote if we lost next time (which we are going to if we're going to be keeping the weak players anyway). I'm starting to get annoyed with not being in power. Chelsea is running around only talking game yet telling me that other people will inform me with the plan... I- There is no way that I'm gonna be able to get her out and if god forbid we went to tribal again, it would be Lauren. I'm thinking of teaming up with Lauren to vote out Chelsea if it came down to it, I don't know if that would be the right move but right now, I feel like she's running the game and I want to be the one that takes her off of the high horse that she's sitting on. 
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Hi I'm Jackson and this is my third confessional, just in time for the third generation of tribes. Ever since the swap, I've kind of had a heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Not because I was put on a tribe with people I can't work with - in fact, I've had good interactions with everyone on my new tribe in the past, and best of all, I'm reunited with my closest ally Chelsea. Instead, the feelings of dread come from the fact that a lot of power was given to the two of us to start making moves of our own, and it's scary to no longer be floating in the background, hiding behind our mentors. Still, Chelsea and I both feel like we can't shy away from the opportunity we've been given. So, we planned to throw the immunity challenge. I had two objectives in mind for this. The first was to allow Colin to join our tribe after his return from exile, as he's someone I really trust and I couldn't guarantee his safety if he went to another tribe. The second was to vote out Andreas, who I see as one of the smartest and most well connected players in the game. We were going to have Chelsea pretend her internet went out, which I'm honestly not 100% sure would've worked without attracting suspicion. But then Lauren decided to do what I think she does best: go inactive without explanation. Since she queued her post for the wrong time, our torch lighting was out of order from the get go, and we had no chance of winning unless Lauren came online at just the right time (which she didn't). So yeah, we lost, and I guess me and Chelsea got our way. Right off the bat Lauren was scrambling. She came to me and Chelsea for help, asking us to stay united as original Ersfjorden members, which normally I'd roll my eyes at because she's suspicious af to me but was happy to hear in this specific moment. With me, Chelsea, and Lauren, we have three, and can vote out Andreas like we planned (or, at least, like Chelsea pushed really hard to and I agreed only after talking to my mentor because I'm a weenie). Andreas was acting pretty jumpy too. I think he really doesn't want to get voted out on his 200th day of tumblr survivor, and yeah, I get that and I'm gonna feel real bad casting my vote. He really helped me get my footing on Ersfjorden 2, and we could've had a nice working relationship even though he probably would beat me at the end. Anyway, he came to me pushing hard to get Lauren voted out to keep the tribe strong, and I told him I was definitely on board. His worry was not that Danielle would flip on us (more on that later) but that Lauren would somehow make an idol with Chelsea, who I can tell he doesn't totally trust. Joke's on him - Colin has the idol piece that everyone thinks Lauren has, but I'm not gonna tell anyone. I tried to reassure him that Chelsea's on our side too, and I'm hoping his guard is down. Danielle is the wild card. Even though we could vote out Andreas without her (assuming Lauren isn't the fucking mastermind of the millennium), I wanted her to be in on this vote because I think she will stick with me postmerge. Ryan likes her, and I don't want to go against him (yet). So I told Danielle that Lauren was pushing for Andreas, and she seemed tentatively supportive of the idea to vote him out now with Lauren being the next to go if we lose again. She also sent me her reward, which was a clue to an idol piece hidden somewhere on the blog. Long story short, the URL involves a five digit code starting with a 7 and including no repeating digits. It's basically impossible to determine the URL from that (unless i've already gotten it right but someone got their first and the page was deleted?) without more info, and I don't think the hosts would give such a difficult riddle. So yeah I think she didn't send me the entire clue (she withheld some of the digit hints), which kind of annoys me because she's trying to gain my loyalty by supplying intel but she doesn't trust me enough to let me have a chance at finding it myself. Also I shared literally all the details about JD and Liam's shitty alliance on Ersfjorden2 that locked out her and her student, so I feel like I'm giving out more than I'm getting back. But anyway, though she says she's on board for the Andreas vote (making it 4-1 against him), I worry that she's concerned about my relationship with Chelsea. I also worry that she's closer to Andreas than she claimed (and than Ryan thought), and that she might have ratted me out to him. While it doesn't seem like there's a lot he could do if he did know we were targeting him, there's a slim chance he could try to pull Lauren over. In that case, it'd be either me or Chelsea going, and considering how many more limbs I've gone out on than usual this week, I'm not feeling super safe. So yeah, that's about it, so unless something changes in the hours before the vote tomorrow, this is it. I'll be voting for Andreas and hoping I didn't get duped.
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Looks like everything is still good to go with the Andreas vote. Sorry bud! The ship has sailed ~ 
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Whelp, operation save Brett was a flop and I'm sad. But on the bright side I'm in love with this swap! It's nice to be reunited with Ryan and I'm glad QuilLynn is still with me. JD also seems really nice and then I haven't really talked to Nicholas yet. I'm glad we were able to win immunity but I'm kinda worried for Lauren. I feel like Jackson and Chelsea will help her but we'll see.
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Going into tribal its been really quiet and that's been scaring me. No one is really talking to me besides Jackson but I could just be acting like a crazy person but who freaking knows. Hopefully this tribe votes out Lauren but maybe tonight, as my 200th night in TS will be my final.  I hope not though, I don't wanna be a pre-merge flop. 
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Omg so the whole point of last vote was to get rid of Brett bc he is a bigger threat then jack and he would be more likely to be able to convince Lauren and Christine to flip. And of course we don't tell jack about the vote bc he really wanted Chelsea, but then of course he fucking ends up on my swapped tribe. I'm really happy I'm with Gage again bc he's definitely someone I trust and he's really nice, I'm also kinda glad to see lily And I'm hoping we can continue to work together. Jack ahhh I didn't tell him about the last vote so I don't think he trusts me anymore but he's nice. So that leaves Liam as the only person I hadn't met yet, I exchanged like 2 words with him and then he tells Ryan that he's talked to me the most? Like how is 2 lines a lot of conversation?? I mean I feel bad for him being super busy with 2 jobs and everything but he doesn't talk to me a lot and when we actually do talk it's always at 3 in the morning. So anyway last night Liam goes up to me and says hey I have an idea for if we ever have to go to tribal council, and he was talking about how me him and jack should work together and I agreed to it of course bc you should never really say no to alliances bc that's sketchy. I also found out that it was Liam and JD who created the majority alliance, like this boy seems kinda power hungry tbh. Anyway Kalfjorden looses immunity which is fine but I just hope it's not Chelsea, Andreas or Danielle. And then apparently Lauren has been super inactive and messed up on the challenge so it would make sense to vote her out and everyone seemed on board or whatever. But then in the all girls alliance, that I like the idea of but don't really feel comfortable with half the people in it, lily talks about how we gotta save Lauren. And at first I'm like wtf Lauren is cute and all but she's not the most active and I don't care about her that much. And Lily says that all the newbies are on board to vote together to vote out FUCKING ANDREAS. Like wtf I love Andreas?? And he's trying at this game unlike Lauren. And also lily goes oh yeah it'll be nice to vote out Andreas so that we can keep up student numbers like??? I'm a mentor??? I'm of course willing to work with students but not when they say they would like to vote out all the mentors lmao. I would tell Andreas but I won't bc I need to keep up my trust with lily especially since we're on a 5 person tribe where there's no room to hide. Anyway I could see if I could possibly talk to Jackson who I don't know well if he'd be willing to vote Lauren, ahh idk what I'm gonna do I hate this. 
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Im actually very concerned I may be going home tonight and part of me is thinking that perhaps i should throw my vote at Chelsea incase an idol is played. I don't see Christine letting Lauren go without a fight and I would be a great person in her eyes to take out pre-merge. Heading into this vote im super concerned, probably more then i've been in a while which is super scary. I didn't come back to be a stupid ass but its so freaking quiet, and I don't see Lauren going without a fight. 
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