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koishua · 2 years

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you’re the cutest! 🥺🥺

slight good news for me! it’s the weekend for me now hehe ^_^ so i can hopefully chill a bit more over the weekend and get more sleep :’) but honestly i’m not sure how much more sleep i’m getting, seeing the amount of work i’m getting + some exams are coming in 2/3 weeks for me. honestly i feel like the school’s going easier on us already, i’m not sure, but i feel like the seniors from the previous batches had it way worse than me, but that’s just a guess!

honestly it’s not been that long since we moved to our new classes — our school year starts on the the day after 1 jan (unless it’s a saturday or sunday) so it’s been around 6 weeks since we’ve gotten into our groups! honestly speaking, seeing as our level hadn’t had much time to bond within the classes (honestly like,, around a day was allocated for us to bond? the first day of school), coupled with the fact that many of us had friends from our previous classes already, i personally think we’ve all already tried our best, especially since like everyone in our group is on the quieter side HAHA but i feel like over these few days, we’ve gotten a lot better? thanks to our teachers for giving us so much group work to do ig 😒 added to our existing workloads, but it did give us more chances to talk and get to know each other better!

the book seems a bit more complex and,, for the lack of a better word, mature? than what i’d usually read ASKSH but you are a good three years older than me (yes i’m a ‘07 liner). i’ve been trying my hand at some of these more complex types of books lately (or when i was on break HAHA haven’t had much time to read that recently) but they just can’t really seem to get into my head easily :’) i understand that it takes time though, so in the meantime i’ll just work through them slowly! but i love that there are beautiful quotes in the book! they just make the book a few times better in my opinion and there’s so much to learn from — just gives so much insight and there’s something about really powerful quotes that hit really deep at times.

i see how studio ghibli movies can make you feel warm and fuzzy! the art styles just make everyone and everything look so warm and the storylines are a wonderful mix of reality and fantasy, which just really lets us get sucked into the world (at least from the bits and snippets of the other movies that i’ve seen/heard from others) and you and the movie were born in the same year! wow that’s such a nice coincidence, esp since it’s your favourite movie ^_^ i just always remind myself that i was born the same year as girls’ generation and wonder girls and just think — wow it’s been quite some time since they’ve debuted 😮

yes 🥺🥺 my blanket 🥺🥺 it’s the most comfortable thing ever. and i have a soft toy that i cuddle to bed 🥺🥺 that’s just like- i squeeze it to my chest and then i curl myself in and it’s just so cozy!! (i don’t really think that’s supposed to be good for your spine tho SJDBDH) “enough hours of sleeping times” wipes sweat laughs nervously i don’t think 6h is remotely near “enough” but it’s the weekend so i can finally catch up on sleep! and making notes :’) wow i just brought myself down from a high so fast 💨 luckily there’s no battle tomorrow 🤩 it’s a rest day when we stock up on food & re-organise our troops

and omg i just saw your post about @/joonpiter on youtube and they’re so goooood !! clicked on the “we are bulletproof eternal” video first and omg 😱 FELL IN LOVE WITH THE EDITING AKSBSH SO GOOD!! am gonna be binging their videos for the foreseeable future. also i’ll recommend a youtube channel too i guess! it’s a guitar cover channel and it does mainly pop songs but i love the covers so much! i always play them whenever i’m studying :) the channel’s @/kenneth acoustic on youtube!

(looking through your anon list for anon name inspo as we speak)

- 🎧 anon (YAYY found a good emoji ^_^)

oh goodness, sorry for the late answer but i hope you had a blast during the weekend 😭 rest up for the incoming week as much as you can. students like you deserve it </3 exam season approached way quicker than i thought it would oml im wishing you the best of luck, dear!!

the entire levels thingy you guys have is a little bit confusing but honestly, you should get the hang of it with the class bonding thing haha it's interesting that your school year starts in the beginning of the year tho?? anyhow, group works either hit or miss honestly, but it's cool that you're constantly paired up so that the "getting to know each other" process is sped up lmao

sometimes you just gotta be the one to bring some life in a group that's on the quiter side 🥴 it's all cool tho, nothing wrong with being a little bit more reserved. my heart goes out to those with very low social battery 😔

do you enjoy making yourself food or desserts? honestly im the kind of person who gets more satisfaction out of eating rather than sleep, so making like, idk chocolate chip cookies during the weekend feels nice :')

reading books like these don't come suddenly tho so no worries haha it will come in time and not everyone has the same taste in literature. i, for example, can't stand some of the more popular books like lotr for example 💀 i just don't... vibe with it eh idk anyways my point is, you'll find something you'll enjoy if you look for it a little bit!! the more you read, the easier and more enjoyable it will get 😩 i usually stick little tabs in the pages where I find thought provoking passages, so i can always return back to them and read them over and over again as one does 💀

the guache and like, the old school art style with the colorful foods and saturated nature landscapes and stuff just give me such a nostalgic feeling, coupled with the beautiful music and soundtracks :( just, really, comfort movies that i can open and listen to in the background or like, set up and watch as i paint or write something :')

it's really cold these days, so curl up in your blanket as much as you can to stay warm and cozy!! (im not sure about the. uh . the spine situation tho 😔) make yourself some warm drinks if you like and yeah, bundle up!! my motto is to just live day by day and do whatever is good, so just, do what you must and live your worries and doubts behind to just "live in the moment" ig :') i myself haven't been able to get this down quite right just yet, but hopefully we will all get there eventually!!

joonpiter got me through the first two years when covid first broke out and we had to go under lockdown. her edits are just so beautiful and a work of art that make me feel safe and lost in my own world when i put on my headphones. it hits especially different when it's past midnight and you can't sleep while the rest of the hous is silent, the world around you at a still :')

i'll be checking the channel out!! thanks a lot <3 sending you a lot of good vibes and hoping that the rest of your week goes smoothly <3

#🎧 anon

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bibuckbuckley · 4 years

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do you think we’ll get a juke kiss or are we all setting ourselves up for heartache

HOPE BABE ILYSFM THANK YOU

okay so, this is an excellent question that I’ve casually seen a lot of ppl talk about but hadn’t fully paid attention too much of what they said. I think I should start with what I have seen ppl talk about, which is them being worried about Madison (Julie) being a minor and Charlie (Luke) being like 22 and not wanting her to have to be forced to kiss someone older if she doesn’t want to, especially since they’ve noted how she and Charlie would act all gross out by the thought (but I would also like to point out that they both are Team Juke and her dad is like Juke’s #1 fan.) However, from what I’ve see from Maddie and what she’s talked about, she always has her dad on set and her sister comes there a lot, and it seems like Kenny and the crew treat her really well and give her a great work environment. So it seems that she wouldn’t do anything that she would be uncomfortable with. After all, going back to what I said, she’s mentioned several times that she’s Team Juke and wants them to happen as well. Also, just like today or yesterday she posted (i think on her ig) about a gum (i think spearmint but don’t quote me on this) giving her great gum to help her in juke kissing scenes and she was gonna give it to charlie so that take as you will lol. Also, I think they all knew what they were getting into when they were casted (since they’re the main ship i can see them having a chemistry read with each other during auditions) since the Juke ship is pretty obviously a big ship in s1 (I mean they literally wrote Perfect Harmony and wanted Juke to have an epic Troy and Gabriella- eques dance and Charlie was the one who suggestion that Luke’s guitar sing to Julie so...). My conclusion? They’re both professional actors and I think they’d both be professional and okay with it, but if they’re not then I can see the show respect their wishes and do something for juke that is still natural and explores their epic romantic relationship, maybe even another epic song/dance.

Okay, now that that long explanation is out of the way, we’re gonna go with the idea that they’re both cool with it and go from there.

Okay, tbh when I first saw the show and the final scene where they finally get to touch and they’re looking all loving into each other’s eyes with their hands placed all lovingly on each other’s faces, I totally thought that they were gonna kiss! (same goes with the last Willex scene). It makes sense that they didn’t tho since a lot was going on and Alex and Reggie were right there. But, what seems like their newfound abilities where Julie can now touch them (which means more hugs yay!!), they can actually kiss now. Yay! Which begs the question, what does this mean for their relationship since that’s now an option?

As a sidenote, tbh if it wasn’t for Luke dying bc of Caleb’s spell, i think that porch scene would’ve ended with them making their ‘interesting little relationship’ official since the episode started with Julie turning down Nick (her big crush that she had in the beginning of the season who she preseries seemed to be on crushing on forever and is an actual lifer like her) bc she didn’t think that it was fair to him since she had feelings for Luke even though she thought that nothing could happen bc of it. And then you see you her go to Luke’s parent’s house to give them Unsaid Emily bc she just wants to help him feel better bc she knows how badly that he’s hurting. And then the way he tries to hold her hand, forgetting for a moment that they can’t touch, but then says, “This is an interesting little relationship you and I have.” And they’re both so adorable looking at each other when the other isn’t looking. Also, when he said ‘there’s something I have to tell you” the way Julie was sorta standing up and down on her tippy toes and sorta looked like she was anticipating something, I feel like she was expecting Luke to officially say something about him liking her. I really think that without him dying and having to focus on trying to crossover, they might’ve started some sort of relationship even though it would’ve been different. (again she could’ve started one with Nick but refused bc she liked Luke). And that was when they couldn’t even touch. Although of course you can have a relationship without touching, from what we’ve seen between Julie and Luke, it looks like they craved each other’s touch i.e. all of her looks in Perfect Harmony and back to that porch scene where they forgot that they couldn’t touch and wanted to hold each other’s hands and the way that they looked at each other’s lips at the end of Edge of Great. So I think it’s save to say that they did wish that they could touch.

Which leads me back to the end, where they can touch and don’t have to worry about him crossing over any time soon (since it looks like the boys will wanna stick around for a while and not look for their unfinished business anytime soon since they’d want to continue on their music career). So, with The Phantoms not going anywhere anytime soon, and all that had happened with Juke prior to that, I think it wouldn’t take long for them to try to start something, unless something stood between them. Which seems like caleb!nick could in fact put a wedge between them (especially since Nick was there to give her flowers and ‘fight for her’ as Caleb said). But even without that that wedge, I’m still kinda unsure of if Juke would officially admit their feelings to each other right after that night, or still kinda have it sorta linger in the air.

Either way, whether they do get together pretty quickly or take their time bc of outside and internal obstacles (i.e. Nick and their own inner worries of not being sure if a lifer/ghost relationship would work) I think the show will take their time with a kiss. There’s a lot of Troyella parallels for Juke, and I can see them pull a troyella where we get almost kisses and but always get interrupted (i.e. HSM 2) up until A Big Epic Moment™ toward the end. I mean in a way, we already got something similar to that when they wanted to hold hands back in the porch scene but their hands went through bc he’s...you know...a ghost. So since we already had a scene in that similar vain, I can totally see that happening. Especially since this ship is already so agonizing like that.

But back to your original point, I think (if the actors are okay with it ofc) we will get a kiss. Whether it’s s2 or another, I completely believe that we’re gonna get a kiss at some point. So I don’t think our hearst will break on that front (although that is valid concern given our track record with ships). However, there is also the big question of whether or not they end up together, since he is after all still a ghost (unless him and the boys become alive again at like the end which i really want to happen). But that’s a whole question for another post, and this is already super long.

In conclusion, if the actors are okay with it, then I really think that we’re gonna get a Juke kiss (and hopefully Willex too), but I also think that they might torture us with it before it happens.

Anyways, sorry this is so freaking long and probably doesn’t make any sense. But thank you so much Hope!! ILSYFM BABE and I absolutely LOVE talking Juke with you!!

send me some fun asks

#kj gets an ask #hcourageous #brotp: we like pain #juke #the hope tag

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nonsensegnomes · 3 years

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thanks for tagging me @tiarnanafainne!! (i’m actually also looking at 32 words for field on my bookshelf right now, but i’ve never properly started it for similar reasons. being kinda-but-not-really able to read irish is so :/)

putting the actual answers below the cut for not-being-annoying reasons :)

favorite color: always love a purple! also like that one post says, i’m the only person who knows the good shades of green red, but when it’s good it’s GOOD

currently reading: i’ve actually been on a roll w/ my backlog of books recently so i can actually answer this, thank god! the most recent ones have been east of eden (altho i’ve kinda stalled out bc you have to be in a certain mood to read steinbeck’s 8 paragraphs on californian agriculture before you can get into a new chapter, imo) & the good man jesus and the scoundrel christ by philip pullman, mainly bc i really liked his essay about it in daemon voices (so far what he had to say about his writing intentions was unfortunately way more interesting than what he wrote, which is basically a retelling of the new testament :/ but re-reading bits of that essay book i really CANNOT recommend it enough, it taught me a lot about close reading way back when!)

also paradise lost, but not really, bc it’s to mine quotes for horrible little spn edit reasons >:) oh, and the dcwt sequel i guess lol.

last song: deuteronomy 2:10 bc it’s on my cas playlist 😑🚬 altho the last thing i actually listened to was the bluff city messy business arc, which might have my favourite eps of the series so far? bluff just has SUCH summer vibes to me, and the combination of keith kinda playing the villain (?!!) & that theme tune had me sooo invested

last movie: rewatched pride (2014) the other day and let me say the montage at the end over “there is power in a union” STILL hits

last series: mythic quest!! it’s really very good, almost all the strengths of sunny with far less of its weaknesses (although still pretty Capital-L Liberal in places) + i don’t think i’ve seen anything quite like the poppy&ian relationship on a workplace comedy before, and i am FASCINATED.

also re-watched “the legend of tennessee moltisanti” yesterday (the sopranos), despite still needing to finish s4, bc i wanted to put that dream sequence back in my eyeballs & i got sucked in :)

also our spn rw is currently at 4.21 (we skip around, so we’ve already seen select eps from s4-10 + all of s11-15, and we’re currently watching all of s1-5; listen the system may be weird but it WORKS) and i am really happy that eventually sam got to see that panic room burn <3

sweet, savory, or spicy: sour!!!

craving: dried apricots from this market near me, i ate them religiously at the start of the lockdown but now they don’t stock them anymore :(

tea or coffee: i’m irish so i practically breathe tea

currently working on: ooh so about 12 dozen projects lmao! like everybody else i recently got really inspired to dip my toe into spn fic for Some Mysterious Reason asdjehdwdhefewj, which may never see the light of day but if it does i’ll link it lol. there’s one set pre-series about dean & tv (esp scooby doo) bc to boldly go opened my eyes about him being daphne-coded, and i think it’s fun when his gender is set to: weird! there’s also a cas&jack-centric one that’s s14 canon divergent bc “jack in the box” filled me with an INCONSOLABLE rage (although not for the reasons you might think? except for mary. definitely still mad about mary.)

apart from that, i’ve got a quote compilation edit thing for cas that i should be finished with in a couple of days!! + i’m still working on that samsam & hadrian supercut, but i couldn’t listen to any more winter in hieron during covid 😔 so i might break it down by season and do aih & marielda first? also working on an original short story for myself so we’ll see how that goes! jesus that really is too many things 🙃 We Shall See ig

hate tagging people with a passion, but if some mutuals want to do it? ABSOLUTELY no pressure tho <3 @queerangelic, @ishtarstripdying, @gaylittlejack, @doorwaystodoubt, @casgender, @8daysuntiltheapocalypseiguess (bc of the dean-is-daphne inspo lmao)

#ask games #personal #actually listing out everything i'm doing at the moment is nice i feel Accomplished #literally thank god it's summer now i can actually READ #also once AGAIN i am hoping the tagging works #will never figure out what kind of eldritch rituals you need to perform to unlock the basic features of this website

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shewritestheblues · 4 years

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The Elevator Bae x Chapter 3

Chapter THREE

Erik x Black OC (Phoenix)

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A small, tired voice wakes Erik from his sleep. His eyes shoot open and he finds Sydney balled up under his arm as their both sit on her couch.

“Your alarm is going off. Get it!” She says with her eyes closed.

He reaches for his phone sitting on her coffee table. 4:32AM flashes on his screen. He wipes his hands over his face before standing and walking to the door.

“Where are you going?”

Erik turns to Sydney now sitting up with a confused face.

“I gotta go.”

“So you’re just gonna leave? ”

“You were a good time, Syd. I’ll catch up with you later.”

She rolls her eyes, watching him leave out the door. He gets on the empty elevator to go up into his penthouse. He does his usual morning routine— teeth, face, shower and puts on a fresh pair of clothes. Black cargo pants, a dark grey thermal shirt and black boots. He grabs a pre packed duffle bag from his front closet and leaves out. When he gets down into the parking garage, the first thing he notices is Phoenix’s car parked right in front of the elevator doors. He stands there remember how pissed she looked the day before as he drove up to speak to her. Was she having a bad day? Did she see him with Sydney? Erik would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t think he had a thing for her. Sure, she wasn’t the extra type that he’d usually go for, but it was something about her. He shook the thoughts from his head and walked to the back of the parking garage to a blacked out Chevy Tahoe and leaving.

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Phoenix staycation was calm and relaxing just as she planned it to be. She was recharged and ready for the busy schedule for the next couple of weeks. She was in her meeting with her manager, Alyssa when Ava texted her.

Ava: Hey, let me know when your meetings done. Let’s get food.

Phoenix texted back a quick ‘Okay’ as she continued to listen to the executive from Atlantic records. The woman went on and on about the deal they were offering her but ultimately, Phoenix decided against it. She was worth more than what they were offering her. She made a promise to herself that she’d never let anyone walk over her in this business. It was rare that a female DJ/Producer was making these kind of waves in the industry. Her work was slowly, but surely becoming the talk amongst big names. She knew that women were always given the short end of the stick but she wouldn’t fall for any of the bullshit. She made it this far on her own and she was sure she could keep up the good work until someone offered her a deal she couldn’t refuse.

“Proud of you. Most people I’ve worked with would’ve taken it just to say they were signed to Atlantic.” Alyssa says.

“I mean… that wasn’t easy.”

“And it won’t get easy. Now is when shit gets real and the work gets a little harder. But the thing about you, you’re tough,”

Phoenix smiles at that. Her mom tells her that all of the time. “Which is why you’re my favorite. You’re not afraid to work hard.”

“I’m glad someone notices.” Phoenix leans over the large table.

“I’m not the only one that notices. Clearly people are watching. I mean… since you’re booked and busy these days.” Alyssa pulls her iPad from her bag, unlocking it like she’s in a rush to find something. “Speaking of busy, the opening of X got moved up to Sunday.”

Phoenix sits up in her chair, looking concerned. “That’s in two days. I don’t have my set playlist done yet.”

“Didn’t I just tell you shit won’t get easier?”

Phoenix rolls her eyes. “I’ll work on it tonight.”

Alyssa stands, “Good! Well, I have a date with my man.”

Phoenix follows her out. They hug and say their good-byes and Phoenix text Ava.

Phoenix: Hey Av, I’m done. Meet me at my place. I’ll order us something.

Ava: K.

Getting in her car, Phoenix puts her music on shuffle. Rihanna x Kanye West - FourFive Seconds comes on and she turns the volume all the way up. Driving into the street, she sings along.

I think I've had enough // I might get a little drunk

I say what's on my mind // I might do a little time

'Cause all of my kindness // Is taken for weakness

Her phone goes off with a message. Alyssa sends her the official flyer of the club opening with her picture on it to post on her IG later. Some excitement fills Phoenix’s chest and she sings louder.

Now I'm FourFiveSeconds from wildin' // And we got three more days 'til Friday

I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin' // I swear I wish somebody would tell me

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Phoenix is 2 minutes away from her apartment waiting at a red light when her phone goes off with a text.

Ava: I’m here. Your spot is open next to me.

Phoenix: Almost there.

She turns her volume down as Khalid - Talk now plays. She finally makes it to her parking garage, parking next to Ava’s car. She’s still inside waiting for Phoenix. They both get out and Phoenix rushes to hug her friend. It’s been weeks since she’d last seen her.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I thought I was gonna have to book your ass to hang out with you.”

Phoenix waves her hand, dismissing Ava’s joke. “Girl, bye.”

As they wait for the elevator, they discuss what food they want to order. Settling on some Chipotle, Phoenix goes to the DoorDash app to begin their orders.

DING.

When the elevator doors open, they are met with Sydney and one of her friends.

“Hey.” She says waving to Phoenix and Ava.

Hey, girl.” Ava says. Phoenix just waves and smiles.

They step out of the way for Sydney and her friend to walk out and they proceed to walk in. Phoenix hits the button for floor 7. A hand stops the doors and Sydney stands between them.

“Hey, Phoenix. This is random I know but umm,” she scrunches her face in thought, “have you seen Erik around?”

Phoenix is taken back by the random question. “I...haven’t. No.”

Sydney looks as if she wants to say something else.

“Is something wrong?” Phoenix had to ask.

“Well, we hung out a few days ago. He just kinda left and I haven’t heard from him or seen him.”

Thinking back to how she didn’t see him on her elevator rides for awhile after their late night encounter, “I’m sure he’ll pop up.”

“Yeah… thanks.” Sydney walks away, letting the doors close. The moment the doors close and the cabin begins going up, Ava finally breaks her smile.

“So… is Erik is the lucky elevator bae?”

Phoenix was confused. How did she know about this? She only told Coby and Sza. Ava and Coby only met once and they weren’t friends and she know damn well Ava and Sza aren’t kekeing over tea and Oreos.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about. Your little crush that you’re writing songs with Sza about?”

“What the fuck? How do you even know that?”

The elevators doors start to open. As they step out onto Phoenix’s floor, she stops in the hallway. She needs to know right now how Ava knows this.

“A little birdie told me,” Ava walks around Phoenix, going to her apartment door. “C’mon. Open this damn door.”

“NO! Not until you tell me who told you that.” Phoenix folds her arms and shifts her weight onto her hip. Ava knows that Phoenix really won’t open the door unless she offers up some information.

She releases are long sigh. “Coby.”

“COBY! Why are you talking to Coby?”

Ava throws her head back, trying to hide her smile. “Well,” she starts before looking at Phoenix, “We’ve been hanging out.” She makes quotes with her fingers.

Phoenix’s mouth drops in complete shock.

“He didn’t tell you?”

“Hell no. He didn’t tell me shit!”

“I guess we have a lot to catch up on.”

Phoenix unlocks the door, “We absolutely do.”

When they get inside, they sit on the couch. Phoenix finishes their food order. It’s a 30minute wait. Perfect time to ‘catch up’ and figure out just how much more Ava has been keeping from her.

“30 minutes for the food.”

“Okay. So, tell me about this Erik character.”

“Are you and Coby fucking?”

Ava looks at Phoenix with the straightest face.

“Can we focus on the original conversation first?”

“Are you and Coby fucking?”

“Oh my God. No girl. Not yet, at least. I would like to because that man is fine.”

Phoenix scrunches her up in disgust. Ava sucks her teeth. “Girl, I get you see that nigga as a brother but can’t deny that he’s fine as hell.”

Shrugging her shoulders, “He’s decent.”

“Anyways… tell me about Erik.”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

Ava takes note of the changes in Phoenix’s tone. How she was just excited to hear about her love life to now being so flat and dry.

“There’s a nigga that you clearly like and making songs about but he’s fucking big booty Sydney. There’s definitely something to talk about.”

“Well that’s all there is to it then.”

Ava didn’t want Phoenix to go into shut down mode. She didn’t push her. She decided to let the conversation of Erik go… for now. To get her best friend back into high spirits, she knew talking about music would help.

“Okay, well, are you ready for the opening?”

“Not at all. Alyssa just told me today that it’s now on Sunday instead of next week.”

“You got this. Let me see your playlist.”

Phoenix goes to get her laptop from her room. They discuss what she has planned for the club. Their food comes and Ava joins Phoenix on the floor as they eat and she helps her finish her playlist. As the hours go by, they dance to the songs and catch up on all of the things that’s happened over the last few they haven’t hung out.

“Oh shit! I forgot to post the flyer.” Phoenix jumps up for her phone. She posts the pic Alyssa sent to her earlier.

Ava repost it instantly. “Damn girl, you look good as fuck on this flyer.”

“Thanks boo. I need to take some new pictures. My Instagram lame as fuck right now.”

“Let’s take some right now.”

“Girl, it’s like 9 o’clock--” Before Phoenix could finish her sentence, Ava was already walking away to her room. She follows her into her closet. Ava goes through her clothes, pulling out some outfits. She knows Phoenix and her style so pairs some jeans with a Vintage style Aaliyah Tee with clear, strappy heels and an oversized t-shirt for a dress with her Black Doc Martin boots.

“Get dressed and fluff your curls. We got the hallway, your balcony-- Oh, you know what, let’s do leggings instead of jeans so we can see your butt.”

“Ava, no.”

“C’mon girl, stop playing with me. Put this on and sit your thick ass on that kitchen counter. I got you.”

Phoenix laughs but does what her friend says. Ava does a whole photo shoot for Phoenix in her kitchen. They even took some on the balcony, catching some city lights in the background. Phoenix picks a few of her favorites as she goes through them. There were A LOT of to choose from.

“Don’t post any tonight. Wait until tomorrow afternoon.”

Phoenix just gives Ava a look. “Don’t look at me like that. I know Instagram. You’re gonna need as many people seeing it to push your face as the DJ opening up Club X, believe me.”

Phoenix just nods and tells her friend thank you. She didn’t understand the thing with Instagram. Managing her social media wasn’t important to her. She preferred to post her music and go. But she also knew that Ava knew what she’s talking about so she trusted her friends words. They said their goodnights and Ava was off on her way home.

“Text me when you get in.”

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Sunday arrives. Phoenix was ready. Her set was amazing, full of all of the Summer’s hits, mixed with some throwbacks. She knew just what a crowd wanted to hear. She spent the early part of the day going through sound checks with the hosts, signing contracts and networking with some of the promoters. The vibe was just her type.

As night fell over the city, she began her preset. Just a mini playlist she created to play as she gets ready herself. This was a big event and Phoenix never disappointed. She had a soft makeup look with wing eyeliner (her go to look), her curls sat in a messy, top knot bun and her nails were painted a glow in the dark neon blue. She wore black, combat pants with a silver sparkle tube top and some black Prada combat heels. She finished her look with silver accessories--rings, layered necklaces and crystal hoop earrings and of course her signature blue Beats headphones.

She steps outside with some of the promoters to take pics. The club is getting packed by the minute with artists, athletes, etc. She makes her way back inside to begin her set. Instantly, when she spins her first song, the crowd screams the lyrics and begins dancing. This night was one to remember. People were loving her. The host brought a few people up to the DJ Booth because they wanted to meet her. It got to the point where the host just shouted her out on the mic so everyone would hear.

“Yo, let’s make some noise for our lit ass DJ, DJ Phoenix Blue.”

The love made Phoenix full of joy. She was so in the zone, she didn’t even notice Ava come in with their other friends, Camren and Mica. They never missed a show or appearance. They turned up with Phoenix until the party was over.

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It was almost 4am when Phoenix was finally on her way home. The high of the night still moving through her body. She turns into the parking garage, noticing a black truck turn in behind her. As she parked, she looked out to watch the truck. The driver parked all the way in the back so she could only see a small bit of the headlights. Not sure what was going on, she waited for awhile before getting out. She looked around to see if she could see anyone walking through the cars. She heard a door slam… and then another one. Soon after a figure walks around the cars, going to the elevators. It was Erik. He was carrying a large duffle bag. She thought about just sitting in the car until he got on the elevator until he looked back right at her car. He stood there like he was waiting for her. She realized, he never actually pressed the call button for the elevator. He continued to stand there. She might as well get out. She grabbed her bag with her laptop and got out. Her feet were hurting. With him waiting, she felt a sense of safety so she took this opportunity to get a pair of sandals from her trunk. Erik seemed to be patient as he waited. She finally made her way toward him. He gave a weak smile and she gave one in return. He hits the call button.

He looks her up and down. She pretends not to notice.

“You look sparkly tonight.” he says.

“And you look,” she looks over him, “...tired.”

“Shit, I am.” he drags his hand over his face.

“Sydney was looking for you a few days ago,” He rolls his eyes, uninterested. “She asked if I had seen you because she just her place and disappeared.”

He didn’t offer a response. “Are you two--”

“Nah.” his words coming out louder than he intended. Phoenix didn’t mean to piss him off. The elevator doors opened and she stepped inside, he followed. She stood in the back corner. He scanned his keycard and hit the button to her floor for her. She looked down, playing with her keys. Did he scare her?

“Hey,” she looked up at him. “I ain’t mean to come off like that.”

“You’re good.” she says, looking back down. He watches her.

“Sydney cool, but I’m not feeling her like that.”

“Why?”

“I have my eye on someone else.”

Someone else? Who? What the fuck? Her thoughts went from 0-100. Sydney’s not who he wants so could he be talking about her? She wanted so bad to ask him who but didn’t want to be in this man’s business. “Well I think she likes you, so you should tell her that. Communication is key.”

“Yeah, I will.”

The cabin comes to a stop at Phoenix’s floor. The doors open and she walks out. She looks back at him, “Goodnight, Erik. Get some rest.”

“You too, baby girl. Goodnight.”

Her eyes got big at the pet name. He noticed her reaction and winked at her as the doors were closing between them. She rushed into her apartment, dropping her bag and shoes into the floor. She takes out her phone to text Ava.

Phoenix: BITCH! Come over tomorrow. I need advice. It’s about Erik.

Ava: Oh now your dusty ass wants to tell me about Erik at 5 o’clock in the morning. I’ll be there. Make me some pancakes.

#erik x phoenix #the elevator bae #shewritestheblues

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socksemoji · 4 years

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monster high characters as tma entities

because i want to corner the market on stupid tma content (shoutout to @novaslammer for helping me w some of the tougher ones)

anyway

THE BEHOLDING

scarah screams

reasoning:

- she can read minds whether u like it or not - it’s implied she reads them whether SHE likes it or not too

more under the cut

THE BURIED

amanita nightshade

reasoning:

- she spends 1300 years basically incubating in a flower with no room to move, walks around for a day, then goes back to sleep in the flower for another 1300 years. she has no problem with this - she had a chance to free the de nile family from being trapped in their tomb and she decided to just leave em there - she’s one of the only characters to have herself listed as a friend and no one else

THE CORRUPTION

bonita femur

reasoning:

- moth. bug - look at her. look at her hands. her shoes. trypo queen - she canonically eats holes through her clothes

THE DARK

twyla

reasoning:

- daughter of the boogey man - “my friends tell me that i have a shadowy figure or maybe it’s that i am a shadowy figure...” - literally appears to be made of shadow and manifests from it in the movies + cartoons

THE DESOLATION

heath burns

reasoning:

- he’s the son of fire elementals and tends to burst into flames on impulse, yes this has consequences - not chaotic evil, but chaotic stupid is as close as we’re gonna get here

THE END

river styxx

reasoning:

- literally the grim reaper’s daughter

THE FLESH

neighthan rot

reasoning:

- his outfit and the muscle detailing on his face + arm is about as Actually Gory as mh has ever and will ever get - he’s the son of a zombie and a unicorn. that alone brings to mind some. Imagery

THE HUNT

toralei stripe

reasoning:

- has canines, claws, athletic (on soccer team), so aesthetically she’s got it down - mh is not bold enough to confront hunting your peers for sport, so i’m going to consider toralei’s propensity for mischief as a toned down version of hunting - in light of this, the wiki saying she “[finds] no satisfaction in bringing down someone who already is down” sounds an awful lot like someone who enjoys a good chase

THE LONELY

invisi-billy

reasoning:

- “If I concentrate hard enough, I can disappear on cue…at least some of the time. Even when I am invisible, though, my ghoulfriend Scarah Screams knows I’m there, because she can read my mind.” - billy. to quote @novaslammer, “lonely but scarah is his anchor” - he’s a quiet guy ig - sorry to keep quoting him but “I had a dog once, but I had to give him away because every time I took him out for a walk, animal control would try and pick him up as a stray.” jkfgskjds when the lonely keeps pulling you in - he’s not shown being particularly upset or angsty about his condition btw

THE SLAUGHTER

moanica d’kay

reasoning:

- “Pet peeve: Monsters who think we can live peacefully with normies. First, peace is booring.” - she commands a small army of zombies and can forcefully convert humans into zombies. - her strong desire for a war between monsters and humans? slaughter aligned

THE SPIRAL

treesa thornwillow

reasoning:

- fucking, look at her

(credit to azzzaell for the art cuz she doesn’t have an official render)

THE STRANGER

hoodude voodoo

reasoning:

- voodoo dolls are mannequin-adjacent, right - he’s so off-model both as a doll & in the webisodes it’s a little unsettling. i love him - his debut appearance was being frankie stein’s fake boyfriend and he acted like a lifeless ragdoll the whole time, only to come to life and be sad she threw him away. statement ends - he’s dramatic + a theater kid, i feel like that’s stranger criteria

THE VAST

astranova

reasoning:

- she’s an alien - “the entire galaxy is my home.” - hundreds if not thousands of years old, is shown being friends with ever after high characters, and implies there are yet more lands + high schools she’s seen that we’ve never heard of - not the only mh character that flies, but she flies, adds to her case

THE WEB

wydowna spider

reasoning:

- spider

thank you all for coming!

#the magnus archives #monster high #tma #tma entities

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dreamgirl4certain · 5 years

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The Elevator Bae

Chapter THREE

ONE TWO

Erik x Black OC (Phoenix)

Word Count: 2k || Song Suggestions: Rihanna + Kanye West x FourFiveSeconds, Khalid x Talk

A/N: Sorry, I did not proofread this yet. I will go through it later. Again, thanks so much for those who read this. Y'all make me such a happy lil nigga. I love you lots.

A small, tired voice wakes Erik from his sleep. His eyes shoot open and he finds Sydney balled up under his arm as their both sit on her couch.

“Your alarm is going off. Get it!” She says with her eyes closed.

He reaches for his phone sitting on her coffee table. 4:32AM flashes on his screen. He wipes his hands over his face before standing and walking to the door.

“Where are you going?” Erik turns to Sydney now sitting up with a confused face.

“I gotta go.”

“So you’re just gonna leave? ”

“You were a good time, Syd. I’ll catch up with you later.”

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Ava: Hey, let me know when your meetings done. Let’s get food.

“Proud of you. Most people I’ve worked with would’ve taken it just to say they were signed to Atlantic.” Alyssa says.

“I mean… that wasn’t easy.”

“And it won’t get easy. Now is when shit gets real and the work gets a little harder. But the thing about you, you’re tough,”

Phoenix smiles at that. Her mom tells her that all of the time. “Which is why you’re my favorite. You’re not afraid to work hard.”

“I’m glad someone notices.” Phoenix leans over the large table.

Phoenix sits up in her chair, looking concerned. “That’s in two days. I don’t have my set playlist done yet.”

“Didn’t I just tell you shit won’t get easier?”

Phoenix rolls her eyes. “I’ll work on it tonight.”

Alyssa stands, “Good! Well, I have a date with my man.”

Phoenix follows her out. They hug and say their good-byes and Phoenix text Ava.

Phoenix: Hey Av, I’m done. Meet me at my place. I’ll order us something.

Ava: K.

Getting in her car, Phoenix puts her music on shuffle. Rihanna x Kanye West - FourFive Seconds comes on and she turns the volume all the way up. Driving into the street, she sings along.

I think I've had enough // I might get a little drunk

I say what's on my mind // I might do a little time

'Cause all of my kindness // Is taken for weakness

Now I'm FourFiveSeconds from wildin' // And we got three more days 'til Friday

I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin' // I swear I wish somebody would tell me

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Phoenix is 2 minutes away from her apartment waiting at a red light when her phone goes off with a text.

Ava: I’m here. Your spot is open next to me.

Phoenix: Almost there.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I thought I was gonna have to book your ass to hang out with you.”

Phoenix waves her hand, dismissing Ava’s joke. “Girl, bye.”

As they wait for the elevator, they discuss what food they want to order. Settling on some Chipotle, Phoenix goes to the DoorDash app to begin their orders.

DING.

When the elevator doors open, they are met with Sydney and one of her friends.

“Hey.” She says waving to Phoenix and Ava.

Hey, girl.” Ava says. Phoenix just waves and smiles.

They step out of the way for Sydney and her friend to walk out and they proceed to walk in. Phoenix hits the button for floor 7. A hand stops the doors and Sydney stands between them.

“Hey, Phoenix. This is random I know but umm,” she scrunches her face in thought, “have you seen Erik around?”

Phoenix is taken back by the random question. “I...haven’t. No.”

Sydney looks as if she wants to say something else.

“Is something wrong?” Phoenix had to ask.

“Well, we hung out a few days ago. He just kinda left and I haven’t heard from him or seen him.”

Thinking back to how she didn’t see him on her elevator rides for awhile after their late night encounter, “I’m sure he’ll pop up.”

“Yeah… thanks.” Sydney walks away, letting the doors close. The moment the doors close and the cabin begins going up, Ava finally breaks her smile.

“So… is Erik is the lucky elevator boo?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about. Your little crush that you’re writing songs with Sza about?”

“What the fuck? How do you even know that?”

The elevators doors start to open. As they step out onto Phoenix’s floor, she stops in the hallway. She needs to know right now how Ava knows this.

“A little birdie told me,” Ava walks around Phoenix, going to her apartment door. “C’mon. Open this damn door.”

She releases are long sigh. “Coby.”

“COBY! Why are you talking to Coby?”

Ava throws her head back, trying to hide her smile. “Well,” she starts before looking at Phoenix, “We’ve been hanging out.” She makes quotes with her fingers.

Phoenix’s mouth drops in complete shock.

“He didn’t tell you?”

“Hell no. He didn’t tell me shit!”

“I guess we have a lot to catch up on.”

Phoenix unlocks the door, “We absolutely do.”

When they get inside, they sit on the couch. Phoenix finishes their food order. It’s a 30minute wait. Perfect time to ‘catch up’ and figure out just how much more Ava has been keeping from her.

“30 minutes for the food.”

“Okay. So, tell me about this Erik character.”

“Are you and Coby fucking?”

Ava looks at Phoenix with the straightest face.

“Can we focus on the original conversation first?”

“Are you and Coby fucking?”

“Oh my God. No girl. Not yet, at least. I would like to because that man is fine.”

Phoenix scrunches her up in disgust. Ava sucks her teeth. “Girl, I get you see that nigga as a brother but can’t deny that he’s fine as hell.”

Shrugging her shoulders, “He’s decent.”

“Anyways… tell me about Erik.”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

Ava takes note of the changes in Phoenix’s tone. How she was just excited to hear about her love life to now being so flat and dry.

“There’s a nigga that you clearly like and making songs about but he’s fucking big booty Sydney. There’s definitely something to talk about.”

“Well that’s all there is to it then.”

“Okay, well, are you ready for the opening?”

“Not at all. Alyssa just told me today that it’s now on Sunday instead of next week.”

“You got this. Let me see your playlist.”

“Oh shit! I forgot to post the flyer.” Phoenix jumps up for her phone. She posts the pic Alyssa sent to her earlier.

Ava repost it instantly. “Damn girl, you look good as fuck on this flyer.”

“Thanks boo. I need to take some new pictures. My Instagram lame as fuck right now.”

“Let’s take some right now.”

“Get dressed and fluff your curls. We got the hallway, your balcony-- Oh, you know what, let’s do leggings instead of jeans so we can see your butt.”

“Ava, no.”

“C’mon girl, stop playing with me. Put this on and sit your thick ass on that kitchen counter. I got you.”

“Don’t post any tonight. Wait until tomorrow afternoon.”

Phoenix just gives Ava a look. “Don’t look at me like that. I know Instagram. You’re gonna need as many people seeing it to push your face as the DJ opening up Club X, believe me.”

“Text me when you get in.”

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Sunday had finally arrived. Phoenix was ready. Her set was amazing, full of all of the Summer’s hits, mixed with some throwbacks. She knew just what a crowd wanted to hear. She spent the early part of the day going through sound checks with the hosts, signing contracts and networking with some of the promoters. The vibe was just her type.

“Yo, let’s make some noise for our lit ass DJ, DJ Phoenix Blue.”

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He looks her up and down. She pretends not to notice.

“You look sparkly tonight.” he says.

“And you look,” she looks over him, “...tired.”

“Shit, I am.” he drags his hand over his face.

“Sydney was looking for you a few days ago,” He rolls his eyes, uninterested. “She asked if I had seen you because she just her place and disappeared.”

He didn’t offer a response. “Are you two--”

“Hey,” she looked up at him. “I ain’t mean to come off like that.”

“You’re good.” she says, looking back down. He watches her.

“Sydney cool, but I’m not feeling her like that.”

“Why?”

“I have my eye on someone else.”

“Yeah, I will.”

The cabin comes to a stop at Phoenix’s floor. The doors open and she walks out. She looks back at him, “Goodnight, Erik. Get some rest.”

“You too, baby girl. Goodnight.”

Phoenix: BITCH! Come over tomorrow. I need advice. It’s about Erik.

Ava: Oh now your dusty ass wants to tell me about Erik at 5 o’clock in the morning. I’ll be there. Make me some pancakes.

Tags: @purple-apricots @abeautifulmindexposed @lostennyc @missshae @tip222u @janelledarling @lushloaded @chaneajoyyy **If anyone would like to be tagged in the next one, let me know.

#erik stevens #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x OC #erik x phoenix #the elevator bae #shaebewriting #black oc

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migleefulmoments · 4 years

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Abby is the 1 who needs a reading comprehension lesson. An anonymous person said 'You're a narrow-minded fool if you actually put any stock in whether or not a married man is wearing his ring.' Abby's reply was 'Never once did I or anyone I know say that a married person has to wear a ring.' Am I crazy or is that totally 2 different things? Sometimes Abby is so blind it makes me crazy. Also, if u could do a follow up to her blatherings re her post it would be great. I'm just gobsmacked over it.

I see you wrote another post clarifying it was Cassie who made the comments you quoted but the entire coven’s comments after Cassie just get more ridiculous- “fact” after “fact” of lies and nonsense comparisons. It’s batty that they believe any of the lies- but they believe them all!

Anonymous asked: My grandpa doesn't wear his wedding ring because he used to work as an AC/heating repair man (he even taught college courses on fixing heaters at one point) and then was just not in the habit when he retired. That doesn't make his and grandma's marriage less valid. Rings are a symbolic thing that most cultures don't even do. You're a narrow-minded fool if you actually put any stock in whether or not a married man is wearing his ring.

cassie1022 answered: Oh yay, fun. (Cassie -always so charming) My dear Nonnie, once again, reading comprehension eludes someone that believes in the Miarren myth. Never once did I or anyone I know say that a married person has to wear a ring (and yet Abby pops in below to claim the same but then argue that it IS the ring coming and going that looks suspicious. Let’s pretend that cc rings were real- he didn’t wear them every day regardless of what Abby claims.). Some people don’t wear them because they work with their hands, like your grandpa, and some just don’t feel comfortable wearing them. Let’s be real though. D has never shown an aversion to wearing rings. He’s worn them quite often, even while playing a show (yes, but he also took them off. It’s his prerogative. Until he says he’s getting divorced, it’s none of our business). There was a time when the only time he DIDN’T have a ring on was while he was in character (so what? He has had his wedding ring on most times we’ve seen him. You are counting individual photos as entire days and that isn’t accurate)

That being said, let’s examine. When was the last time you think D fixed a car, operated heavy machinery, or, like your grandpa, fixed an AC unit or heater? (You have no idea what he does in his spare time. This is a gross comment-some people do things with their hands -build things- because they enjoy it) (Maybe if he could do that, people wouldn’t be making their own sweat gravy when they go to TSG.)(So now we start with the lies and mischaracterizations. FUN. There are two comments from TSG claiming A/C was broken. Since likely Mia doesn’t own the building, she has no control over the A/C being broken).

As I’ve already said, rings aren’t for everyone, but I’ve also pointed out that D has been an avid ring wearer most of his life, and there is more than enough photographic evidence to support this. Also, most couples that exchange rings don’t usually stop wearing them in the first year of marriage.(And he hasn’t stopped wearing his now has he?) That’s when it’s usually a point of pride and you want the world to know you are someone’s spouse. (Does Darren seem like the kind of person who is worried about “the world knowing he’s someone’s spouse”? He’s pretty open about his relationship and taking his ring off for an hour or two isn’t indicative of anything).

You know what DOES make a marriage less valid? No legitimate officiant.(LIE) There are only a handful of states where you can officiate your own marriage, and guess what? Louisiana isn’t one of them.(He didn’t, Joe did) You need an ordained minister and in addition to that, the minister must register in the parish where the marriage is taking place.

So, if this makes me a “narrow-minded fool,” so be it. I’ve been called worse. (It definitely does).

ajw720 I needed to laugh this morning, thank you nonnie.(I would imagine you need to laugh a hell of a lot more than you do Abby) You people really don’t get it (Oh lord). Also, it isn’t JUST the ring (which is very suspicious especially as he deliberately takes it off at random times, there one minute gone the next) (Here abby argues it isn’t the ring.... except it is the ring) , it is as @cassie1022 pointed out, no officiant (LIE) , weird wedding algorithm (the fact that Abby truly believes there was a guest algorithm says everything there is to say about Abby’s judgment and the cc nonsense) is FAMILY HONEYMOON (a joke) constant babysitters (LIE) d’s complete lack of enthusiasm (he practically said he was bored and realized at the last moment that that was bad) (Desperate Abby, you're so desperate) , talked about pooping exes as opposed to how life changed with his bride (and you don’t get that this is was keep from speaking about his personal life? How long have you been a fan? Joking about something to distract from having to answer something private is spot-on Darren), speaks more passionately about his jacket then his wedding (we done got hitched) (This means nothing Abby...NOTHING. He wrote a boring post about his jacket and you’ve been losing your shit over it ever since. IT meant nothing...it was a coat he wore to an event. You only like it because he was boring and serious. It was the farthest thing from Darren I’ve ever read.), announced the engagement using a reference to the wrong freaking franchise (I can’t...this is one of your dumbest arguments out of a lot of arguments. It was a JOKE Abby, a joke. He used the franchise that made the joke funny. Darren doesnt’ own a franchise) , FIVE FUCKING encagement rings (LIE), the last of which is an advertisement that she is paid to wear and they haven’t even tried to hide this fact (LIE), utter lack of chemistry (again desperate Abby) , the weirdness with his non-relationship but clear friendship of sorts with his ex co-star (It’s not “weirdness” it’s a nonrelationship-you said it yourself). , the way she is promoted that is beyond excessive for someone who isn’t famous (This entire rant is unhinged. Nobody is promoting her, he’s living his life with her. Like we expect he would with his wife. There is nothing untoward with their behavior together. The fact that you have to label it “promotion” says that it worries you a lot). the fact that the sold their entire wedding to about 100 sponsors )(LIE) (I am sure there are more than we even realize), the clear references to fandom at the sham mockery (OMG Abby, give it up. Nobody cares about you), and that this allegedly private couple also released 85% of their wedding for public consumption (They released 27 photos. That is HARDLY 85% of their wedding. You saw a lot of the same photos posted by their friends and it upset you but they didn’t release 85% of their wedding. It was a 4-day event and the wedding events started at around 3 pm and lasted until after midnight -27 is not 85% of 10-ish hours of celebration).

If it was ONLY that he randomly took his ring off depending on how the wind is blowing, fine, that is evidence alone of nothing. All of these things, and hundred and hundreds of other facts (which are ALL LIES). (inconsistent timelines (Darren doesn’t owe you a “consistent timeline” that’s asinine) they don’t know where they met each other RC handshakes (You know that isn’t a handshake- they were photographed together right before the “handshake’ you won’t let go of and he’s heard introducing her as his girlfriend ), D running from her every moment he can, etc, etc)(Whatever you tell yourself to sleep at night), are clear evidence it is fake that is beyond a reasonable doubt (Bwahahahahaha you are conning yourself Abby) . Him kissing her in her bar is his job. I suggest nonnie you pay attention to the details (Which ones- your lies or the real details?) And please pay attention to the captain, he hasn’t even been subtle lately, he has been fairly blatant (Le sigh, he isn’t the captain. He’s a dude who loves his boyfriend Will and writes children’s books that are not cc Bibles) .

Happy Thanksgiving Nonnie! I hope you can tear yourself away from reading blogs you disagree with long enough to enjoy your friends and family! Cheers!

notes-from-nowhere What love are you talking about, anon? M doesn’t love D and she makes this clear every chance she get (LIE- there is nothing that suggests MIa isn’t in love with Darren). Do I have to remind you how she denied to D’s mom one red carpet to celebrate her son? (LIE Abby fabricated) Or to D’s dad to be honored for his military past?(another LIE Abby fabricated) But why listing all of her actions when you know very well this is only the surface.

Btw, I still have to know a singer/actor lost a finger because of a wedding band. Anon, try again, this attempt failed. (SMH)

leka-1998 You know what I like about this instance in particular? Apart from the fact that the ring isn’t off the whole time, he’s still wearing the other one here.

After 284719 years, she should also know what the language D’s mom speaks is called. Seems she doesn’t care enough. (Another LIE that Abby fabricated)

Also, former platonic roomie says hello. (LIE)

ajw720

They still can’t explain away B/enny, the man D just praised for his new album yet D hasn’t even mentioned his brother’s (I can’t explain it but it has nothing to do with Darren and Mia. You’re the one making it a problem) . The man that mocked fandom on his IG by referring to M/oulin R/ouge when posting about the fraud in NOLA (Nobody-especially Ben Hudson- gives a shit about fandom Abby. You’re a nobody) The man who seemingly officiated the wedding (Again a LIE) And the one who appears to have a dog (yes he does, he lives with his girlfriend, Joanna, and their two dogs) . Hey remember just a few weeks ago when PBB dropped her teeth in the dog’s bowl? Funny as we know she and D don’t have a dog (Nope, they clearly don’t- stop trying so hard).…

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raccoonfootproductions · 5 years

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An important comment from a Glitch Techs board artist!

Left on a Vailskibum94 video about the show’s production being halted:

Hey guys! Phil here. I'm actually a board artist on the show (I'm the dingus in the bottom right corner of that crew photo.), and I wanted to chime in here for a sec and give you guys the lowdown. For starters, thank you all SO much for the support in the comments. We've been working on this show since.. man.. 2016? It's been a long ride. My fellow crew members and I have really put everything we had into it, and it's hopefully going to blow you all away. The last two days have been super weird. We were just as surprised as you all are now. Most of the story team actually got up and went on a hike this morning because, hey, why not right? But it's been a long two and a half years on GT. Eric and Dan are amazing showrunners. Trust me when I say this one is something special. Which brings me to the second bit- and this is something I really want to clarify- Glitch Techs is NOT cancelled. It is still going to air! I know Vailskibum talked about this in the video and definitely did mention it, but I wanted to reiterate. If you're already interested in the show, please, please tune in and watch! That being said, I don't have an air date to give to you all. I'm 100% sure Eric will put it on his instagram as soon as he's able, but for now, stay posted. I'd leave my IG handle here but that seems too self-serving and most of my content is just dogs and post-it doodles so... maybe not. Go follow Jules at wolfsteak on IG. He was the guy in that interview in the video, and he's one of my best friends. He's also talked about this whole thing a fair bit on his twitter. But legit, look up any of the board artists that work on glitch, and I guarantee you'll see us shouting the airdate from the mountaintops as soon as we find out.

Now, realtalk. First off, thanks to Vailskibum for making this video. Having you guys on our side is a good feeling. Again, we've put blood sweat and tears into this show, and to see you all so excited for original content is heartwarming. I keep searching the internet for leaks every day, hoping you guys have found more art or made more fanart, etc. SO many awesome sketches of Miko that I've seen, and a few of [redacted]. Actually, have y'all found out his name yet? I know 4chan leaked some stuff. Anyways, there's one bit that I want to talk about here, and that's a line around the middle of the vid that discusses why Nick halted season 2. I'm going to be blunt- straight up, I have no idea. But it isn't for lack of enthusiasm. The network, the show runners, all of us- literally everyone at Nick is SO hyped for this show. I'm telling you, Ian Graham, our SP, worked on Avatar, Korra, Zim, etc- and I can't quote him directly, but every time there's a lock animatic screening all he tells me about is how hyped the execs are for this. And he's seen some amazing work come through this network. To Vailskibum's credit, his guess makes sense. I'm not trying to undercut anybody here or jump in at the last second with a "well actually" comment. I just want to have a dialogue with you guys- the people we're making this show for. The viewers that seek out this content and want it, and support it before it's ever even seen the light of day. I'm not going to lie and say that there are some things I can't talk about. But I want you all to hopefully know and believe me when I say that Nickelodeon, and specifically the Glitch Techs show-runners, are flat out amazing. It's easy to think of a big network like this as a machine sometimes, and I certainly wont defend every decision that has been made in the past (mostly because I've only been there for 5 years), but I also don't want you to walk away from this video thinking that they're some evil corporate monster that set out to shut us down. I think Nick is on its way somewhere great. Glitch Techs is a huge stepping stone towards that path.

I've said a lot, so bare with me. Ultimately, I'd ask that you guys check the show out when it comes out. It's going to freaking rock. I know that sounds like a no-brainer statement from someone that worked on it, but trust me on this one. I can fully admit when my art is bad. I'll be the first person to tell you- but this ain't that. Everyone on this crew has a passion for storytelling, games, movies- you name it. We want to entertain you guys. I live for those "hell yeah" moments in movies. Han Solo taking out those tie fighters in A New Hope still gives me chills. And I don't claim to know what the future is for Glitch Techs, but I'll say this- if you want to see more, watch more. Let the network know! Nickelodeon has a social media team that actively DOES listen to you guys. I know Narbeh pretty well, and he WANTS to hear from you all. Like, if you've made a video about Nick in the past, I guarantee you that we've all probably watched it. We love seeing you guys get hyped for things. We read these comments, and so does the network. We live in an age where social media is so omnipresent, and fan influence has the ability to do amazing things. Be respectful of course, but if you're a fan of the show when it airs and you want more, voice it! I know I'm beating the proverbial horse here, but I love this show. It's true, season 2 is on pause. It happens, and that's just life sometimes. There's no denying that. But YOUR reaction shapes this. We do this all for you. Without you there is no Nickelodeon.

I'm going to cut this off before it gets too cheesy. It's already like half the length of Dune. Thanks for reading this far, and for listening to us and, furthermore, for supporting us. I cannot express how thankful I am. You're all Techs in my book.

TL;DR: Glitch Techs is NOT cancelled, Nickelodeon is actually enthusiastic about it, and it needs our support when it airs.

#glitch techs #nickelodeon #nickelodeon animation studio #nicktoons #animation news #animation

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down-in-the-lobby · 5 years

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WAIT LET ME EXPAND ON THIS TS7 THEORY

I literally just woke up because DAYLIGHT was pouring into my room and thought...

What of that's the name of the album? Daylight.

I don't have much to go on but heres what I've got.

In the Elle interview, what stood out the most was her quote of "Step into the DAYLIGHT and let it go." This seriously sounds like a lyric. She also posted this as a caption on IG.

On her IG live yesterday, she said the clue was so obvious and there's a huge one in the hallway of the Me! video. She steps out into this hallway after a fight to LET IT GO. And the hallway? It's literally filled with DAYLIGHT as opposed to her apartment. Also worth mentioning that after the hallway, she walks through even more darkness (ie storm clouds that not only lightening but, try to eat her and what appears to be fighting shadows of some sort that try to get her on her way out) and then she actually finally steps outside into the DAYLIGHT and let's it all go.

She spends basically the rest of the video outside in the daylight, having a blast, frolicking around with rainbows everywhere. Rainbows are only made after a storm. The storm has LET GO and the aftermath (the rain) is now in the DAYLIGHT, creating a rainbow.

This fits with the whole aesthetic too. Everything is bright and blooming and thriving- very springtime. Reputation was all about walking through those storms and fighting back. Dark vs light. But now, she doesn't have to fight it because she just STEPPED INTO THE FREAKING DAYLIGHT AND LET IT GO.

I honestly think Daylight would be a much more suited name for this era (from what we've seen) than Home or Lover, which are the 2 biggest, most backed up theories I've seen everywhere and since she hasn't said it's been figured out, I'm guessing?? those aren't it.

BUT I'M 100% SURE SOMEONE HAS ALREADY FIGURED IT OUT AND SHE JUST ISN'T GOING TO SAY ANYTHING. RIGHT @taylorswift ????!?!?!?!

#taylor swift #ts7 era #ts7 theories #daylight #JUST TELL US

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imagineteamfreewill · 7 years

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Fight For Him

Title: Fight for Him

Pairing: Reader x Sam

Word Count: 4,127

Warnings: Mention of psychiatric wards, pills, sedatives, misuse of mental illness treatments, and Hallucifer. All these things were originally part of the show and do not go beyond the context of the episode.

Summary: This is based around 7x17, where Sam is dealing with Hallucifer. All I’ve done is add a reader and skip over some parts to keep it somewhat short!

A/N: This is my (super late) submission for @impalaimagining ’s FRIENDS quotes challenge! My prompt was #3: “Chances are he’s gonna be this broken shell of a man.” The quote is bolded. Hope you guys enjoy! Feedback is always welcome.

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Dean tapped his fingers against the steering wheel as he waited for the light to turn green again. You glanced over at him, sensing his anxiety, then resumed chewing on your bottom lip. Something about the way he’d been silent the whole drive unnerved you.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do?”

His sudden question made you jump, and he quickly apologized. You nodded in response before taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly to calm yourself.

“I’m sure, Dean,” you replied. “Sam and I have been dating for almost three years now. I’m not going to leave him in a…” You trailed off, not wanting to even say the words aloud. After shaking your head, you continued, “If I were alone like he is right now, I’d be terrified, especially after what he’s been dealing with.”

Dean nodded in acknowledgment before pressing his foot down on the gas. The Impala sped forward again, crossing the intersection and then following Dean’s commands as he drove into the hospital’s parking lot. Your breath caught in your throat as you passed the lit sign at the entrance, and you had to close your eyes against the tears that threatened to escape.

Northern Indiana State Hospital. It’s just another hospital, Y/N, you thought, trying desperately to convince yourself everything was alright. It’s just another injury, just another hospital. We’ll be in and out.

After parking the car, you and Dean both climbed out and headed toward the main entrance of the building. You followed him the whole way there, but when Dean opened up the big glass door for you to go in first, you froze.

“Y/N?” he asked. You met his eyes, instantly noticing the confusion and worry plastered all over his face. “Y/N… You don’t have to come in if you don’t want. Sam would understand.”

Shaking your head, you stuffed your hands in the pocket of your jacket to hide their shaking. “No, Dean. I— I have to come in. It’s Sam.”

Dean watched you for a moment before letting go of the door and allowing it to swing shut again. Coming over to you, he took your arm and let you over to a metal bench on the edge of the wide sidewalk, then sat down. You sat down beside him and looked down at your shoes, your knee bouncing as anxiety threaded its way through your veins.

“Listen, Y/N. This is something we’ve never faced before, and it’s okay to be scared. I mean… Chances are he’s gonna be a broken shell of a man.”

You looked up at Dean, shocked at his words. His green eyes were filled with sadness and you swallowed hard, feeling your tears return.

“I can’t believe you’d say something like that,” you choked out. Dean sighed and looked down at the cement. “He’s your brother and you’re giving up on him.”

“I’m not giving up on Sammy,” Dean replied, his voice harsh. “I’m not giving up on him. I just wanted to make sure you’re prepared to see him. I’m just telling you what the doctor told me when I was here yesterday, and—”

“That’s not what the doctor told you, Dean!” you snapped, jerking to your feet. “He did not tell you that Sam was broken!”

Dean didn’t respond. You watched as he clenched his jaw, clearly trying not to say anything else, then stomped off into the hospital, leaving him sitting on the bench. You didn’t bother to stop and check whether or not he had followed you; you simply got a visitor’s pass and followed the directions of the woman who had been sitting behind the front desk.

By the time you arrived at the security desk on the third floor, however, any anger you’d felt toward Dean was long gone. It had been replaced once more by the fear that made you want to turn on your heel and go right back out to the Impala, but before you could make up your mind on what to do, the guard was already ushering you into the locked ward.

You followed him throughout the dingy, narrow hallways, eventually stopping outside room 372. The guard gestured for you to enter, and after a long moment, you stepped inside.

Sam was sitting on the edge of the bed, his shoulders hunched forward as the nurse in front of him held out a tray with two cups on it—one with pills and one half-full of water. You watched from the doorway as he reached forward and took the water cup, then took the pills all in one swallow. He was mid-yawn when something only he could see and hear made him flinch, and you noticed almost immediately how the expression on the nurse’s face remained impassive. She was clearly used to things like this, and you wondered if she often dealt with things like whatever Sam was dealing with.

Silently, you wrapped your arms around your stomach, unsure of what to say or do. Do I talk to her first? Or Sam? Will he even respond to me?

“Miss?” You looked up to see the nurse watching you with a soft smile. “Can I help you?”

“I—” Suddenly, you were at a loss for words, and all the emotions you’d been feeling since Dean had called you to explain what had happened welled up inside of you. All you could do was cover your mouth so that a sob wouldn’t escape.

The nurse’s polite smile turned sympathetic just as Dean came up behind you. He placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed gently. “We’re family,” he told her. She nodded and asked Sam if he needed anything before slipping out of the open doorway behind you.

Sam didn’t react to the nurse leaving, nor did he react to the knowledge that you and Dean were in the room with him. After a moment, Dean let go of you and went over by his brother, sitting in the empty space on the bed beside him. You watched as Dean placed his hand on Sam’s knee, evoking a small flinch from him.

“I’m gonna find you help, Sammy,” Dean said, his voice gentle but firm.

The room was silent for a long moment. “You can’t help me, Dean. We knew this was going to happen,” Sam finally replied.

You closed your eyes as his rough voice washed over you. It was tired. He was worn down and exhausted, more than you’d ever seen. Dean had explained in the car that Sam had originally been admitted for broken ribs and some lacerations, only to then be admitted into the locked psychiatric ward for a psychotic episode. Your boyfriend hadn’t slept in days, and the heavy medical sedatives they’d pumped him full of hadn’t affected him in the slightest.

“We’re gonna find something,” you murmured.

Sam flinched at the sound of your voice. Bringing his bandaged hands up to his ears, he pressed them hard against your head and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

“Sam?” you asked, confused. You stepped forward, then moved around the bed so you could squat down in front of him. As gentle as you could, you reached out and touched Sam’s wrist. He flinched away again, his eyes wide and full of fear.

“You’re not real. It’s not real,” he repeated. “You’re not real.”

Your heart sunk in your chest. Silently, Dean helped you straighten up, then stood himself as Sam clambered back on the bed.

“None of this is real. You’re not real,” Sam stammered.

You swallowed hard and opened your mouth to speak, only to be stopped by Dean, who said, “She’s just as real as I am, Sammy. You can touch her. Y/N’s not gonna hurt you. Right, Y/N?”

Shaking your head a little, you slowly sat on the edge of Sam’s bed, right near his feet. Hesitantly, he sat up and reached a hand out toward you, then gently brushed your hair over your shoulder so it dangled down your back. Sam swallowed thickly and closed his eyes, flinching slightly at whatever he was hearing. The sight made your chest tighten and your eyes burn with tears.

“Sam,” you whispered. “Sam, please look at me. I can’t—”

It took a few seconds, but Sam slowly opened his eyes and met yours. His breath hitched in his chest and you gave him a tentative, watery smile when you realized that he was really seeing you.

“It’s okay. I’m here. It’s really me.”

Sam reached out and pulled you against his chest as tight as he could. You could tell that he was even worse than he looked because he would have crushed you any other time, but now it felt as if he were barely holding onto you.

Dean cleared his throat after a while, and you slowly extracted yourself from Sam’s feeble grip. You pressed a kiss against his forehead and cupped his face in your hands when his eyes drifted to the desk in the corner of the room.

“Hey,” you said, waiting until his gaze was back on you. “He’s not real. You can do this. We’re gonna find something to help. Don’t give up on me, okay, Sam? I love you, and I’m not giving up on you.” Sam nodded in response. You kissed his cheek before climbing off the bed, trying to shiver at the feeling of Sam’s fingers brushing against the bare skin revealed by your top. His touch was cold and it reminded you of a corpse; Dean was right—Sam was giving up, and he was empty inside. He was scared and tired of fighting, and the thought made you want to curl up and cry.

Something inside of you snapped as soon as you thought that. You couldn’t cry now. You had to fight for Sam. He couldn’t fight for himself, and the number of times that he hadn’t given up on you was more than you could count. Now it was your turn to fight for him, and you weren’t about to let someone you couldn’t even see win this fight.

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A few days later, you and Dean were driving back the same road to the hospital, this time with Cas in tow. He didn’t recognize either of you—just another hurt to add to the growing pile in your life—but now you had hope that he could heal Sam and you could have your boyfriend back once more.

“So… You and this Sam… You’re a couple?” Cas asked, his eyebrows pushed together in confusion.

You nodded. “We’ve been dating for three years. Our anniversary was yesterday, actually,” you added. You looked down at your hands and took a deep breath, trying not to cry. You’d already cried twice since morning, and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself any further. Dean would try to comfort you, much to no avail, and Cas still didn’t have a good grasp on human emotion, even if he did think that he was human. Neither one of them would be able to help you reign in the overwhelming emotions you were still trying to process yourself, so you simply closed your eyes and gripped your fingers tighter to stop the tears from slipping out.

“That’s a very long time,” Cas replied. “You must love him a lot.”

Opening your eyes, you gave him a feeble smile in the rearview mirror. “Yeah, I do. We were talking about getting married before…”

You stopped yourself from finishing the sentence when you noticed Dean’s white-knuckled grip on the Impala’s steering wheel. He’d been carefully avoiding the subject of Sam’s once-missing soul ever since the two of you had picked up Cas. Since Cas had no memory of his life before he’d died after playing God, neither one of you wanted to dredge up the things that had happened between you. If Cas knew that he’d left the three of you on bad terms, he may never be willing to help Sam, and then you’d be back to square one.

“We’re almost there. Just gotta make a quick stop,” Dean said, startling you. You nodded in response and stayed silent as he pulled the car into a parking lot and climbed out. He headed into a convenience store across the street, leaving you to sit in the quiet with Cas, who didn’t seem too keen on talking. So, you simply kept your thoughts to yourself and waited until Dean was walking back toward the Impala, only this time with Meg at his side.

Swallowing hard, you opened the passenger door and got out. “What’s she doing here?” you asked, not bothering to keep the hard edge out of your voice. You’d never been fond of the demon, and the smirk she gave you in response to your question was enough to make your blood boil.

“Easy,” Dean ordered, holding up a hand to placate you. “She’s backup. You’re in no condition to fight, Y/N. I know that you haven’t been sleeping.”

“I’ve been sleeping just fine,” you quipped. Crossing your arms over your chest, you watched Meg carefully, noting how she was eyeing something just over your shoulder. Curious, you turned to see that Cas had gotten out of the Impala as well. He was looking at Meg with obvious trepidation in his bright blue eyes.

“She’s a demon, Dean,” he said, obviously still clueless as to his and Meg’s prior relationship.

Dean nodded. “She’s a friend, Emmanuel.”

You had to bite down on your cheek to keep yourself from correcting him when he used Cas’ fake name. You hated the sound of it. Even though you hadn’t parted as friends, you still thought of Cas as part of your family, and you desperately wanted him to remember all the good times you’d had before he’d become God.

“I see,” Cas murmured. He watched Meg suspiciously, still unsure if she truly was a friend. His only encounter with demons so far hadn’t been a positive one—not that you’d ever met a positive demon, you noted—and if you were him, you’d be suspicious of the petite brunette, too. She was sizing him up like a piece of meat, and just the vague idea of what she could be thinking about made your stomach churn.

“Alright, let’s get going. We’ve got lots of road to cover,” Dean said, clapping his hands together to get your attention. You nodded dumbly and headed back to the Impala, this time climbing into the backseat when Dean gestured for you to do so. You knew that he didn’t want Meg and Cas together in case she decided to do something very demon-like and jog his memory.

The car ride to the hospital was uneventful, but still full of tense moments as Meg did everything she could to get on Dean’s nerves. He was already high-strung and stressed out, and you held your breath practically the whole time. Cas was your only hope at this point, and if Meg jogged his memory and he remembered what he’d done to you, Sam, and Dean, he could run. You had to make it to the hospital without letting him figure out who he truly was and what he’d done if Sam was ever going to have a chance at living his life again.

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Sam was in even worse condition than when you and Dean had left days ago, and the sight of him lying on his bed made your chest hurt. He’d lost a lot of muscle mass—he hadn’t been eating or sleeping, you figured—and he looked like some of the people you rescued after they’d been held captive by a monster. The expression in his usually bright hazel eyes was one of pure terror.

Cas had found him in a tiny room in the deep recesses of the psychiatric ward. A demon disguised as a nurse had strapped him down to a machine that delivered electroshock therapy, which had worried you enough when Cas had told you, but when you’d found out that the demon had turned it up to full strength you’d almost collapsed. You couldn’t imagine the amount of pain that Sam had been subjected to; Cas had mentioned that Sam’s brain would have been permanently damaged—almost melted—had he not been able to heal some of Sam’s more physical injuries. He hadn’t, however, been able to make any of Sam’s mental struggles any better.

“This isn’t something I can make disappear,” Cas murmured. “I’m sorry.”

You tore your eyes away from Sam to look over at him and Dean, who were standing in the corner together, quietly discussing what to do next. Cas was wearing his trenchcoat again, and you would have been happy to see him looking almost like his old self once more had the bloodstains on it not brought up the memories of him betraying you. You didn’t want to think about that; all you wanted to focus on now was getting your boyfriend back.

Swallowing hard, you looked back at Sam. He’s terrified of something I can’t even fight. How am I supposed to help him if I can’t even see what Lucifer is doing to him? Tears pricked your eyes and you hastily wiped them away before stepping closer to the small metal bed.

“Sam?” you called, keeping your voice gentle. His eyes lifted to meet yours, then grew wide with fear. “Sam, it’s me. It’s Y/N. I promise I’m real. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Sam began to shake his head as you grew nearer, and you couldn’t stop the trembling in your voice as you continued, “Sam? Please, I promise I won’t hurt you. I just want to keep you company…”

Before Sam could react any further, Cas pushed past you and took a seat on the edge of the bed. Behind you, Dean asked what he was doing, then asked again when Cas didn’t answer, but all you could do was watch with bated breath as Sam practically shook in terror as Cas said something to him so quietly that you couldn’t make out the words. Sucking in a breath, you covered your mouth with your hand when Cas reached forward and pressed his palm to Sam’s forehead. Red veins of light formed behind Sam’s eyes and threaded up into Castiel’s arm. You held back a sob when Sam lurched upward as if he were a puppet jerked by its strings. It began to slowly disappear, and after a few more seconds, Cas’ hand dropped back down to his lap.

Sam opened his eyes almost immediately and watched Cas with wide, fearful eyes before his gaze shifted over to you. He blinked a few times, clearly confused as to what was going on. “Y/N?” he asked incredulously.

You nodded in response, this time letting yourself begin to cry. He’s back. He’s okay. A smile began to form on your lips and you let out a tiny laugh. We won.

“Dean?” Sam asked, looking over Cas’ other shoulder to meet his brother’s eyes.

“Welcome back, Sammy,” Dean whispered. You could hear the relief in his voice without even seeing his face.

Taking a deep breath, you opened your mouth to say something, only to be stopped when Cas flinched and backed away from Sam. Confused, you stepped over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He jerked away from your touch and backed into the corner, bumping into the hospital’s desk.

“Cas? Are you okay?” you questioned, your relief at Sam being back now replaced with fear for Cas. What has he done?

“Brother,” Cas whispered. It only took you a single glance before you realized what had happened.

“He— He took it from me. He replaced my wall with his and now he’s…” Sam trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence.

“He’s hallucinating like Sam was,” you finished.

Behind you, Dean inhaled sharply and pulled out his phone, then headed into the hallway. Now alone, you looked over at Sam, who had moved to sit on the edge of the hospital bed. You weren’t sure what to say. He’d been a completely different person from the moment that Lucifer had begun to harass him, and you weren’t entirely sure if he even remembered his last few coherent days with you.

“Are you okay?” you finally asked. Sam nodded in response. “Are you… Gonna be okay?”

“I don’t know,” Sam sighed, his voice barely audible. “I mean, I still remember everything that happened, everything that he said to me—”

“I don’t know what Lucifer said, Sam, but you’re a hero. You saved the world. I love you and we’re gonna be okay. I promise. Okay?”

After a moment, Sam looked up and gave you a tired, shaky smile. “Okay.”

You smiled in return and moved to sit beside him, then leaned your head on Sam’s shoulder. He immediately laced his fingers with yours, and the two of you sat that way in silence until Dean stepped back into the room.

“Meg’s gonna take care of Cas,” he sighed, pocketing his phone.

“Meg?” Sam asked.

Feeling him stiffen slightly, you squeezed Sam’s hand and said, “It’s okay. She’s not the most trustworthy, but she needs our help so she’ll do what we ask, at least for now. Plus, you know that she’s got a thing for Cas,” you added. Sam nodded after a second and squeezed your hand, a little smile on his lips.

“Come on,” Dean ordered, tossing a plastic drawstring bag on the end of the bed.

The three of you pretended not to notice the way Cas flinched.

Silently, Sam reached over with his free hand and took the bag, opening it up to find the clothes he’d arrived at the hospital in. You let go of his other hand so that he could stand and get dressed, then stood yourself and gently helped Cas over to the bed that Sam had just vacated.

It broke your heart to see Cas hurting. You wished that you could help him just like you’d found a way to help Sam, but as you, Sam, and Dean left the room and headed out to the Impala, you realized that the only way you could help Cas is if you went out and searched for something new. There has to be something out there that could free Cas from the hallucinations, you thought.

Sam slid into the backseat with you as you prepared to leave the hospital parking lot. Surprised, you looked over at him.

“I missed you,” he murmured, glancing through the windows at Dean, who was talking to Meg outside the car. “I’m not gonna let a chance to sit this close with you just pass by.”

Laughing softly, you leaned over and pecked Sam’s cheek. “I’m glad. How are you feeling?”

“Fine. Better than ever, actually,” Sam admitted. He hesitated before continuing, “Don’t worry about Cas. We’ll find something to help.”

You nodded. “Don’t feel guilty, okay?” Sam furrowed his eyebrows at you, but you knew that he wasn’t as confused as he was pretending to be. “I know that you’re feeling guilty about how Cas took your burden from you, Sam, but it’s not your fault. He did it because he’s our friend and he feels guilty for what happened. None of this is your fault, and right now being guilty isn’t going to help anyone, especially not Cas.”

Sam was silent as he considered your words. After a long moment, he said, “We have a lot of time to make up for. I haven’t really been myself lately, have I?”

You gave Sam a soft smile and wrapped your hands around his. “Yeah, we do. Starting now. You owe me some cuddles,” you grinned. “One hour for each year we’ve been together.”

“I guess I should get comfortable, considering we’ve got three hours of cuddling ahead of us,” Sam laughed, squeezing your hand gently. You laughed in response and waited as he shifted on the leather seat so that you would be comfortable leaning against him.

Once the two of you were settled and Dean had begun driving once more, you breathed in deeply, inhaling Sam’s scent and smiling to yourself. You had missed cuddling with Sam more than anything, and now that you had him back you never wanted to let go. Your smile widened slightly as you listened to the familiar sounds of his breathing and Dean humming in the front seat. The boys were your family, and now that the three of you were together, all you had to do was find something to help Cas so that your little family would once again be whole.

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Arplis - News: TOO MUCH excitement

Please forgive me but my brain is going a hundred miles a minute. I'm finding this self-isolation thing so stimulating. I know I'm probably the only one, but there's so much happening and so much to do and I've now got the time. I also have the time to dream up new things. This is BAD!! I know that some people are struggling with the self-isolation thing and I know it's hard to be stuck in the house and can't go anywhere. I can only hope that has provided people with some time to reflect on things. What is important to them? How can they change their lives going forward and a whole lot of other questions? I strongly believe that getting outside and varying up what I do and LEARNING something new every day is keeping me from even thinking about the situation. I remembered this quote that hangs in Studio U and I think it pretty much sums up why I'm so happy.

One of my favorite quotes

So a LOT happened at my house yesterday. It was a very exciting day. We started off with this in the backyard. I've noticed on our walks, that our neighbors are getting their first lawn treatment. I don't even know what that involves, but some chemicals being sprayed on the lawn or fertilizer or whatever. And at some point in the year, they'll have their sprinkler systems madly running to try to keep the lawn green. At our house? We don't have any grass. NOT a single blade - any grass is a WEED at our house. Yesterday morning the backyard looked like this.

Murphy surveying her (I mean Lexi's) kingdom

Here's the view of the gazebo from the back door.

Along the back of the house

View from the deck to the shed and what I like to call the "upper deck". Lexi has dug herself a nice little spot to sleep under that shed.

View to the shed

Lastly, there's the view down the side of the house. I call this the secret garden. There's a nice bench out there and no one really knows that area is there. We're on a crescent so on this side of the house we're not breathing down our neighbor's neck.

The secret garden

Then this happened in front of the house. My favorite landscape crew dropped 5 yards of mulch. In the past, I've done the mulch thing myself. But I've managed one section of the yard per year and we thought that this year, we'd support our favorite landscape company (Hinkley Associates) and have them lay the mulch for us. It took Mike and Peter all day to lay the mulch, but it looks and SMELLS amazing.

A load of mulch to be spread

I didn't get cedar - I just went with the natural mulch. But it still smells nice. And once they left? It looks like this.

The secret garden

This area is Murphy's speedway along the side fence. Oh yes - the girls were not happy being in the house all day, and they had to inspect every single square inch of the backyard to see what happened.

The dog run

Here's the view of the gazebo. The guys even put up my bird feeder. The darn thing has four huge spikes and I just can't get it driven far enough into the ground. They dug a HUGE hole and embedded it into the clay soil. I don't think that bird feeder is going anywhere. That was awesome. Thanks so much, Mike for that!!!

The bird feeder is now back in place

And here's the view looking towards the back fence.

The back fence

That's it - we're done our yard maintenance for the year. No watering, no planting (although every year I say I'm going to plant flowers, why bother with my two monsters). Yes - the deck needs to be power washed and the gazebo needs to be painted and the filter in the pond needs to be cleaned and a few weeds need to be pulled throughout the summer. But no grass to mow (no grass clippings to deal with and no allergies to go haywire), no worrying about brown grass, no excess water bill). Our front yard is the same - no grass, just mulch, and a few plants. It's the easiest and most carefree yard I've ever owned. It's also the nicest yard I've ever owned. We've lived here for almost 20 years and this didn't happen overnight. We've never had any regrets. Now if the weather will only warm up so I can sit outside!!! I had some homework to get sewn and I needed to pull some more orange fabric for my quilt. Oh god - you know how I shop at my house for fabric. Let's just say it's been a long, long time that I shopped in the orange fabric. There are two baskets - two OVERFLOWING baskets of orange. Why did I buy so much? I've no idea. Anyway - it would appear that I don't use it often so I'm trying to use more orange. And why didn't I use it? I NEED it. Nope - nothing is sacred now. Honestly, it was such a mess that I couldn't be bothered.

The stash of orange fabric

I brought both baskets out onto a CLEAN worksurface and dumped them out. Then I proceeded to "shop" and put most of the fabrics back into the baskets. Neatly of course. But nothing had to be folded - it was already folded. I don't get the refolding thing on comic board pieces. That's just way too much work. The baskets work just fine.

Two "reasonable" baskets of orange fabric

These are yardage pieces that I pulled from the baskets. Oh boy - I seem to have a wee problem here. These pieces will work for quilt backings so it'll have to be measured and a permanent home will have to be found for them. There currently isn't room on the backings shelf, but I have a temporary holding spot for extra backings and I'll put these in the same spot. It's not on the floor. As I empty a spot on that backing shelf, the pieces from this temporary storage go in the spot. It's all good.

Fabric pulled for quilt backings

So you can see the problem. If I still have two full baskets of fabric and I pulled all this? The shelf was a mess and no wonder I only dug through the top of those baskets. Now it's going to be easy to dump them like the other colors and find what I need. This is what I pulled to continue working on my quilt. I've decided that I have enough variety of oranges that each round is going to be made with different oranges. I'm liking that. I won't make much of a dent in these but that's OK - they are now going to be used.

Fabrics pulled for a project

I was looking through another basket of UFOs and OMG -- I found a brand new package of elastic that would be great for masks. I wonder how much I could sell that for?? Just kidding - I think I'll hang onto that one. But I also found a BRAND NEW RULER. And more thread and a couple of UFOs. Oh boy!! But that's OK. I didn't have time yesterday to sort and file all this, so that's a job for later today.

More treasures unearthed

I can only imagine what else I'm going to find as I work my way through the various bags and boxes. I spent an enormous amount of time on the phone yesterday which is why the written homework that I wanted to have done this morning isn't quite done. But that's OK. I had two test calls for the ZOOM classes that I'll be doing this morning. Both worked out just great and it's amazing how many people are using this solution to stay in touch. I've been out of the loop. I now have a year's subscription all paid for so I can talk all day if I want. It's simple to use, yet it's pretty powerful. As I find more uses for it, I know I've got more learning ahead of me. I see presentations to guilds because they don't want to have a physical meeting. Already working with one guild on that. So if you have a guild and nothing to do for May or June, let me know - I'd be happy to put together a ZOOM trunk show for you. Or if you're a faraway guild and wouldn't want to pay my travel expenses, this is also a super way for me to talk to you!!! It won't be free - my regular fees apply. My brain just won't go to sleep these days. After one of my many conversations yesterday, a comment from an IG post, and a couple of e-mails, my brain is coming up with some other great things. Oh boy -- I may have to stop sewing to take care of the technology side of things. I love seeing the backgrounds that people use when they are on ZOOM. Mine was my messy office. ACK!!! And that's very hard to show stuff against. So - I got busy yesterday and did this. I needed to move the table in the office, but it had so much junk on it and the rubber mats under the wheels were stuck to the floor, so I had to empty the table - I just dumped the piles on the floor and moved the table. I actually have great visions of getting rid of all that stuff.

The table in the office is empty!!!!

There - you can see the entire mess. I mean it's not a total disaster. I've seen much worse. There is a LOT of floor showing even with all the stuff off the tables.

The office with an empty table in the middle

Then I hauled my three portable design walls from Studio U and set them up behind my chair.

The design wall set up behind my chair

This is what it looks like from the back and yes - the table becomes handy to hold things for the class.

Behind the design wall

Then it was easy to put my quilt on the design wall so I could use it in the class. This is Aviatrix Medallion and my modified border.

The quilt for the class

Here's a shot of me on the computer with my new background. I thought that was very clever of me. It actually worked out really well and I could share my screen as well with the class so I used EQ8 to help with the design process. Oh yes - I'm embracing this technology and I'm going to take it to the max!!!! I've got a couple of great plans to do a trunk show via ZOOM. Just wait for that!

My backdrop for ZOOM

As I was walking yesterday, I passed this townhouse complex. They've been redoing the roofs for a while. Holy - I bet no one thought of the extra expense in this style of roof. Not only are there tons of shingles, but they need cranes to maneuver around to install the new shingles. Something to think about when you buy a house.

That's a LOT of shingles, not on the roof

Our house has a lot of peaks and valleys on the roof. Not my choice and from time to time when I'm walking, I wonder how the roof could be redesigned to make better use of the surface to install solar panels. The way it is - it's not a very efficient roof and it's costly to reshingle. See? My brain just won't shut down - I have my Dad and my Grandfather to blame for that! I also saw this on my walk. Do you see what it is? It's an airplane!!! We live near the flight path of a major airport and the planes are usually stacked up (well - pretty close together). There are two runways so often we'll see two planes at a time. Lately? We've hardly seen any planes.

A plane!!!!!

Since the girls were cooped up in the house yesterday, I gave them each a bone which was a mistake because Lexi likes to savor and Murphy likes to devour. So Lexi lay in this bed protecting her bone which was in front of her. Nothing like having your back to the enemy!!!!

Lexi protecting her bone

Phew -- aren't you exhausted? I am!!! OK - so I'm not. I should be because I don't seem to be getting all the sleep I should with all this excitement. After the two ZOOM classes this morning and the final editing of two more written documents, I'm off the hook for a couple of days until I need to start over for the homework that is due next Friday. Thankfully there's only one project due next week. It wouldn't have been so bad - I did have time to get it all done - it was the phone calls that delayed me. But they were so worth it so I'm not going to complain. Oh - here's a tip for you - well - you may not need it. But I edit a LOT of pictures and write a LOT of documents. If you do - then you had better have a darn good filing system on your computer. I do - now I just need to do the same with paper!!! Have a super day!!!!! Ciao!!!! Arplis - News source http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Arplis-News/~3/EA3mksQBcu8/too-much-excitement

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Happy Mail by Oui Fresh

Happy Mail is back!!!!!!!! We’ve been working toward and waiting for this day for months and months and months, and we are SO excited that it’s finally here! Our product brand, Oui Fresh, is relaunching our stationery subscription kit. There are a few small changes we’ve made (mostly behind the scenes stuff), but overall this is the same great product, just elevated a little. We hope you are in love with the new Happy Mail as much as we are! Here is a more detailed look at everything in February’s kit.

For those of you familiar with Happy Mail you know the basic drill, but there are a few changes, so please read through the following information. We also have more FAQs on the Oui Fresh site.

What is Happy Mail by Oui Fresh?

It is a monthly stationery and paper goods kit that you can subscribe to and each month the kit will be shipped to your home (or preferred mailing address). Each month will have an average of 11-12 items, and the majority of these items are designed by us and our team. These items are mostly greeting cards but there are other fun items too, like art prints, postcards, stickers, washi tape, notepads, mini journals, and other cute items we know you will love.

You can subscribe for 12 months, 6 months, or month to month, depending on the level of commitment and price you prefer.

How is it different from before?

The main differences are behind the scenes and won’t be noticeable to subscribers. Basically, we had to switch up how Happy Mail was being produced, so that we gained more control over the process. In case you are curious, all the paper items designed by our team are printed in Arizona, and our fulfillment house is also located in Arizona. These are two major factors that didn’t exist before.

But one difference we do hope subscribers feel is we have been working to make Happy Mail by Oui Fresh a little different in that the designs are even better than before and the kit will (hopefully) be even more useful! We learned a lot from your feedback from previous Happy Mail kits and we’ve taken all that in and hopefully created a even better kit with more value for you! Or at least that’s our goal and we still always want to hear your feedback.

Another fun addition is our inclusion of a featured artist each month. Happy Mail is a great opportunity to showcase some amazing talent in photography, design, and other artistic mediums, and we are really excited to introduce you to some of our favorite artists. Our first month is a Dolly Parton quote print from chainstitch embroidery artist Abbey Eilermann of Daily Disco custom embroidery studio. Abbey studied embroidery in Paris and fashion design at SCAD — you may have seen the rainbow denim jacket she designed for Nova! Our featured artist’s info will always be on the back of their piece so you’ll know where to find them.

How much does it cost?

Being a subscription service, you can choose your level of commitment:

12 months = $15 + shipping 6 months = $18 + shipping 1 month = $22 + shipping

No matter what level you choose, you will be automatically renewed each month unless you choose to cancel (see our FAQ page for more details) so that you won’t miss out or have to resubscribe every month.

Do you ship to both the USA and international? And what are the costs?

Yes, we ship to both! Both are a flat shipping rate of $5 for domestic and $10 for international, both include tracking.

At this time, we are not aware of any additional costs that our international customers may incur, but should we become aware of them we will add those to our FAQ page. Since we are not aware of the laws of every country around the world, it may be that additional fees could occur, and if we become aware of this we will work to inform you.

When does the kit ship?

At the end of every month, so this month’s kit will ship around February 28. Subscribers will receive an email notifying them when they are charged and the kit is shipping to them.

If I was previously subscribed to Happy Mail do I need to sign up again?

YES. As we mentioned, there have been a lot of behind the scenes changes to Happy Mail. With this, moving to a new shop site and changing our fulfillment partners, there was no way to move private customer data (including credit card information). We understand that it may be inconvenient to our past subscribers to have to sign up again, but unfortunately it’s 100% necessary and was the best option. This is why we’ve been promoting the wait list as much as possible (hopefully without annoying you all, ha!) so that those interested could hear about the Happy Mail relaunch first and hopefully subscribe before we sell out. This email went out yesterday.

How long will Happy Mail by Oui Fresh be for sale?

We will launch each new kit around the middle of each month and it will be for sale until we sell out. Just like our non-toxic beauty box, all subscribers will continue to get their order filled first (since they already subscribed) and every month we will open up a limited number of additional subscriber spots. If the kit is sold out but you’re interested in subscribing, your best option is to join the wait list as we always notify this group first when a kit is available.

Will there be an unboxing video each month?

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Mariana’s strumming her guitar, her delicate fingers still just starting to form calluses. It’s not that she’s new to guitar — she’s definitely not; she’s been playing since she was ten years old now. But she gave up her life of music for 5AM shifts at a coffee shop and seven hour study sessions at night. All in all, she’s just been too busy to pick up her guitar and strum her stress away. All that changed when she met Shawn though. Now, her life consists of 5AM shifts at a coffee shop, seven hour study sessions, and late night FaceTime calls with him.

When they first met, she didn’t think much of him. He was just another pop star who had another overplayed song on the radio. She was a fan, don’t get it twisted, but she knew that she was just another face in the crowd to him. Only… she wasn’t.

He didn’t notice her in the crowd. No, that would’ve been nearly impossible because unless the house lights were on, there was no way in hell Shawn could properly see anyone past the first few rows in the crowd. She didn’t spend more than $80 on her concert tickets, so she was somewhere much higher, somewhere where he couldn’t see.

It was actually a mutual friend who introduced them. Her friend, Rei, invited her to her wedding in LA, and Mariana packed up a weekend’s worth of clothes and drove her ass to Los Angeles. She was sat at the same table as him, and they hit it off instantly. Their conversation flowed easily, and while Mariana was thinking she was never going to see him ever again, Shawn couldn’t wait to ask her when they could meet for coffee. Except… Shawn got cold feet and left without even saying goodbye, much less her number.

They didn’t talk after that until two months later, Mari got a text from an unknown number one morning asking her if she was free for coffee. She texted back asking who it was, and Shawn didn’t hesitate on calling himself a dumbass and telling her it was Shawn from the wedding and that he had gotten her number from Rei and that he’d only be in LA for the weekend and he really wanted to get a cup of coffee with her.

You can only imagine how much his heart sank when she told him that she didn’t actually live in LA, sent with a broken heart emoji and a bunch of sad faces. She let him know that she was actually from around San Francisco, and his heart found new hope before he replied with ‘coffee next Thursday then? I’ll be in San Jose.’

It was love at first sip for Shawn when they finally met up for coffee. He wanted so badly to fall in love with someone, and when he thought all hope was lost, it was as if the universe finally answered his prayers and brought him Mariana. The only problem? She was all the way in California whilst his home was in Toronto. But he figured that’s a problem he’d think more thoroughly if they ever get far enough down that road.

So here they are now, five months later. Mariana’s strumming her guitar for the first time in maybe two years whilst he’s on FaceTime with her, tucked in his Toronto bed.

“How is it we’ve been together for four months and I never knew you actually sang — like for real? And that you play?” Shawn’s voice is groggy and croaky due to a mixture of sleepiness and a sore throat. Mariana shrugs, halting her strums and resting her chin on the base of her guitar. “Are there any other secrets you’re hiding from me?”

“I play the piano… kind of.” Shawn’s ears perk up a little at her answer. “I used to be in choir? I don’t know. I used to take music a lot more seriously.”

“Babe, what the fuck.”

Mariana laughs at his curse and places her guitar back on its wall stand across her room. “Sorry, sorry! S’not my fault that it never came up!”

“Fuck, Mar, I really thought you just had a nice voice! I didn’t think you actually were trained or anything. What the fuck, dude. Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Calm down, dude,” Mariana snorts. “I haven’t touched my guitar in ages, and I haven’t sang properly since high school. And it’s not like you had any reason to ask me about it. You’ve never been to my house so you’ve never seen my choir pictures or any of my guitars — ”

“You have more than one?!”

“Or like my piano in the living room or anythin’.” She ignores his interruption and sighs. “D’you see what I’m getting at here?”

“No?”

Mariana rolls her eyes. She doesn’t know if he’s genuinely this clueless or if she’s just not being obvious enough or if he’s just really sleepy. “You’ve never been to my house. You’ve never met my family — only my cousin that one time and that was on accident, and like, babe, we’ve been dating for almost half a year. I know you’re busy as hell, like trust me, I know, but I just? Don’t you think it’s kind of weird that we’ve never met each other’s families?”

“You wanna fly out here to meet my family?”

“No, Shawn I — ”

“So you don’t wanna meet my family?”

“That’s not what I meant. I just mean that it’s — ”

“What do you mean then, Mar?” She’s annoyed by now. He keeps interrupting her, and it’s such a pet peeve of hers whenever she can’t finish her sentence, and he knows this.

“Jesus fucking Christ, if you would just let me finish.” Her Macbook is perched on the edge of her bed and she’s thankful for this because now she has two free hands to tangle into her hair due to frustration. “You’re such a fucking Leo.” Mariana spits out his zodiac sign like it’s a slur, but she knows damn well that she loves that he’s a Leo.

“Hey!”

“I’m just saying that, like, you’re in California pretty often and we see each other often enough.” She hears him trying to start a sentence but she glares at the webcam on her laptop before he even gets a chance to speak, as if saying try it, Mendes with her eyes. “I know it’s not often enough, but we talk everyday and you come to visit when you can, but whenever you visit, you don’t say hi to my family. And you know how important they are to me. They’re starting to think I’m lying about even having a boyfriend, and you know how hard it was for me to even convince them that I’m 20 and I’m allowed to be in relationships now, and just... ” She trails off before she starts rambling unnecessarily.

“Yeah, I know that baby, and you know that it’s important to me especially since it’s important to you. Next time I’m there, I promise, I’ll meet them. We can have a cheesy dinner at the table, and then I’ll fly you out here and then you can meet my fa — ”

“Shawn, I don’t… have a valid passport anymore.”

“What?”

“My passport expired like four years ago.”

“Mariana, why haven’t you gotten a new one?”

“There was never a point before! I haven’t left the country since I was like 10! And, like, I’ve been meaning to get a new one because I wanted to visit Canada anyway before I met you, and visit Mexico too but, like, passport books are just so expensive and I figured — ”

“Babe, I’ll pay for your fucking passport, just — ”

“No, Shawn I can pay for it myself, I just wanted to let you know that it’ll take about two months or maybe longer before I can even think about leaving America, but also I don’t know if my parents will let me travel to a whole ass other country by myself to meet my ‘maybe real’ boyfriend’s family.” She puts quotes around ‘maybe real’, recalling the time her dad accused her of making up Shawn being her boyfriend.

She doesn’t have to look at the screen on her laptop to know that he’s rolling his eyes. “You’re 20 years old and you have to ask your parents for permission to travel. I know it’s not my place,” Shawn starts, and Mariana already gets irritated before he even continues, “but I think they have too much of a hold on you. You’re literally an adult.”

“Well, sorry, that I didn’t start travelling the world at like 12 years old,” Mariana rebuttals, crossing her arms.

“I wasn’t 12!”

“Whatever.”

And that was the end of that. Mariana lays down on her bed with her laptop beside her, eyebrows still furrowed, but her irritation dies down slowly. Shawn’s still on the screen, but his eyes are closed and his face is dimly lit by the light on his own laptop. She can tell he’s still awake, but by the slight movement of his shoulders and the soft snores that are leaving his mouth, she can also tell that he’s ready to fall asleep at any given moment.

“Goodnight baby,” she murmurs, and she thinks that he doesn’t hear her, but the subtle curve of his lips prove her otherwise and her lips mimic his as he responds with a mumbled out ‘night, love’. Her heart still skips a beat every time he calls her a pet name, and yeah she’s probably being dramatic, but she squeals a little inside her head and her cheeks blush a little, and it’s just her favourite thing to be called cute little pet names and it’s even better when it’s coming from her favourite person.

She’s happy and content as her own eyes close and she falls into a blissful sleep.

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arplis · 4 years

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Arplis - News: TOO MUCH excitement

One of my favorite quotes

Murphy surveying her (I mean Lexi's) kingdom

Here's the view of the gazebo from the back door.

Along the back of the house

View from the deck to the shed and what I like to call the "upper deck". Lexi has dug herself a nice little spot to sleep under that shed.

View to the shed

The secret garden

A load of mulch to be spread

I didn't get cedar - I just went with the natural mulch. But it still smells nice. And once they left? It looks like this.

The secret garden

The dog run

The bird feeder is now back in place

And here's the view looking towards the back fence.

The back fence

The stash of orange fabric

Two "reasonable" baskets of orange fabric

Fabric pulled for quilt backings

Fabrics pulled for a project

More treasures unearthed

The table in the office is empty!!!!

There - you can see the entire mess. I mean it's not a total disaster. I've seen much worse. There is a LOT of floor showing even with all the stuff off the tables.

The office with an empty table in the middle

Then I hauled my three portable design walls from Studio U and set them up behind my chair.

The design wall set up behind my chair

This is what it looks like from the back and yes - the table becomes handy to hold things for the class.

Behind the design wall

Then it was easy to put my quilt on the design wall so I could use it in the class. This is Aviatrix Medallion and my modified border.

The quilt for the class

My backdrop for ZOOM

That's a LOT of shingles, not on the roof

A plane!!!!!

Lexi protecting her bone

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Happy Mail by Oui Fresh

For those of you familiar with Happy Mail you know the basic drill, but there are a few changes, so please read through the following information. We also have more FAQs on the Oui Fresh site.

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