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sandcobangevent · 5 days

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April 2024 FlashBang Masterpost

Links to all the creations for this round of FlashBang!

sea salt and cologne by itsonlytext and raveboy34

Miscommunication Story by ThePertho and Ghostly_Marie

The Inscrutable Case of Mariana “mrs. Hudson” Ametxazurra by anmaje and frenchfriedgiraffe

Why John Watson Gave Up Dating by Lady Eris and leidraws

The Speckled Band by scoobydoo-ghoulschool and Tsukihasnoname

Show Your Hand by Drinkingmelon and sapphofrog

the text messages by .teaparty and B0tler

The Text (OK Titles Aren’t Our Strength) by iwantthatbelstaffanditsoccupant and abstractfrog

Sherlock Holmes has a date! by Ratinavan and jonk_md

Three Dancing Dots by Lady Eris and Ratinavan

FlashBang Fic! by whrys_boi and aro-sherlockholmes

Of Tango and Spinning Thoughts by voilaammayi and mikuneko3

Shocker! John’s a People Pleaser by weizii and Happistar

Silence Your Phone and Open Your Heart by littleoceanbabe and Starfruitsomething

A Date in Pink by hornhead and LilzeztheNile

Party Tricks and Their Consequences by C.S. Graye and Sockface!

Unlucky by detectivil and Holmosexualitea

London is a series of tubes by Hornhead and Silvascribbles

Life on the Line by Mush_Pit and 4thelneyj0nes

Please Don’t Say You Love Me by Ratinavan and silliestofg33sevik

FlashBang Fic by whrys_boi and fleurdelait

Lord of the Pings by littleoceanbabe and ontheotter

All in the Family by emilycare and Alastor Watson-Holmes

Late Arrival by audraeciouslyme and Lucy G. Turpin

Whatever May Come and Whatever May Go, That River’s Flowing by iwantthatbelstaffanditsoccupant and Eve

Mycroft's case for Sherlock by Mush_pit and Reyhan

FlashBang 2024! by Catrhys and transmasc-taub

Looking for Love by emilycare and gurpyman

our final dance 🎵 by .teaparty and Lost

The Uninjured Holmes by Catrhys and Resetoaster

Planning to Meet the Family by C.S. Graye and absolutely_no_thank_you

Misery (No Company) by clxylogy and lulu-spooks

The text of the day by hahahahaimcrazy and Ro.mie

the case of the mysterious test by Badger and alecs-potatofarm

The Sickbed of Sherlock Holmes by anmaje and Nonodraws

The five time Sherlock smiled, and the one time he laughed by player-tag and subtlehysteria

Don't Go Chasing Booty Calls by audraeciouslyme and 4thelneyj0nes

(Whoops, there was only 37! >///<)

#sherlock & co #sherlock and co #john watson #mariana ametxazurra #sherlock holmes #event #fanart #fanfiction #creative collaboration #flash bang

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hopelesshawks · 2 years

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Ash and Dust Part 18- Aftermath

18+ Dabi x fem!reader (MINORS DNI)

Summary: You first meet Dabi on the worst night of your life after unwittingly walking into the very bar the League of Villains made infamous. That should probably be the end of the story. You stumble on the remnants of one of the most infamous terrorist groups in the history of Japan, get viciously murdered or call the cops and get them arrested, the end. Except that’s not the end of the story. It’s only the beginning.

Warnings for disassociation, non-graphic description of previously acquired severe injury

Link to change y/n to your actual name (not mobile compatible)

Masterlist Kofi (Help Lulu)

You wake up the next morning cold, sore, and in pain.

But more importantly you wake up alone.

Your joints groan as you sit up off the concrete floor, wrapping your arms tightly around your still naked body as a shiver runs through you. Your eyes scan the studio for any sign of Touya but there is none. You try not to panic, there are a million rational reasons he may have dipped out. Last night meant something. It has to have. That wasn’t some quick, easy one night stand deal. He’d insisted you call him by his given name and he’d told you you’re his now. He wouldn’t do all of that just to abandon you immediately after.

You repeat the thought until you believe it before finally finding your clothes from the day before and pulling them back on. They’re surprisingly dry and pretty warm, so you can only assume Touya is responsible for drying them out. He can’t have been gone too long so you settle down on the floor by the door to wait.

An hour passes and no sign of Touya.

You bite your lip nervously before reaching for your phone. There’s not a ton of battery left but it will have to do as you quickly dial his number and put the phone to your ear. It rings once, twice, three times and nothing. You listen to the grating tone of the ringer until it cuts to Touya’s voicemail box before hanging up and trying again.

After the third missed call you finally leave a voicemail.

“Hey Touya, it’s (y/n), uhm, just wanted to know where you are? It’s been awhile since I woke up and you haven’t come back to the warehouse yet. Give me a call when you get this ok? Thanks…”

“Hey Touya me again. Did you head back home already or something? Are you grabbing food? Like, what gives, I’m getting worried. Please call me back.”

“So I came back to our apartment and you’re not here and neither is some of your stuff. Can you please just call me?”

“Is this about last night? Did I do something wrong? Can you at least just tell me you’re ok? Please Touya, just call me.”

Each successive voicemail you leave sounds more and more desperate and you hate it. You stare at your phone in disappointment, chewing on your lip nervously as you stare at you and Dabi’s messages to see if he’s texted you anything at all. After at least 20 minutes of you just staring at the chat you see the three little dots that indicate typing pop up and your eyes widen in anticipation. You watch them bounce tauntingly for what feels like ages, unable to pry your eyes away for even a second as you desperately seek some sort of explanation. Then suddenly the dots disappear as Dabi apparently stops typing. You curse under your breath and immediately dial his number again but this time he sends you straight to voicemail.

It hurts in a way you didn’t expect it to, shaking your entire core apart. As the voicemail box beeps to indicate you should start saying your message you find yourself speechless. Had last night meant nothing to him? Your vision swims as tears start to gather in your eyes as you struggle to grasp anything to say to him.

“Fuck you Dabi,” you end up declaring, voice wobbling with emotion as you spit the words before hanging up the phone.

Your chest feels tight as you clutch your phone so hard you can hear the plastic of its case creak. Without thinking you chuck it across the room, watching it slam into the wall and clatter against the floor. You don’t have to see it to know the screen has shattered, but it’s hard to care right now when it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room. It hurts. It hurts to be abandoned again and it hurts knowing that after trying so hard to avoid making the mistakes your mother did, you’ve stumbled your way right into them anyway.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, your phone pings from the other side of the room. You sigh and wander over to it, inspecting the damaged screen as you collect your phone off the floor. It’s still usable at least. Just usable enough, in fact, for you to see the message notification from Todoroki’s receptionist asking to confirm your meeting with him at the end of the week. A long string of panicked curses tumble from your lips as memories of flaming canvases resurface. You’re out the door in seconds, racing towards your studio and praying it’s not as bad as you remember.

It’s actually worse.

Every canvas is an unsalvageable mess. Anything that had escaped the flames was absolutely massacred by the sprinkler system. Hours and hours worth of work, ruined, all because you’d been dumb enough to fall for whatever sick game Dabi had been playing with you. When you leave your studio nothing feels real. You feel distant from your body, jerking yourself forward along the streets aimlessly. You’ve gone from thinking you finally had everything to having absolutely nothing in the span of a few hours. It’s the most jarringly painful experience you’ve had in a very long time.

Whoever said it’s better to have loved and lost is full of shit.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been wandering around when you accidentally bump into someone. At first they react with annoyance but then they take notice of the burns on your arms and suddenly this random stranger is fretting over you and insisting on taking you to the nearest hospital. You merely shrug, allowing them to drag you away. You’d forgotten about the burns to be honest although as you look at the skin now you realize that probably was a mistake. A potentially lethal one at that. Once you arrive at the hospital it’s all a flurry of movement, people, and healing quirks that leaves you drained. You barely register the nurse telling you to go ahead and rest before you’re passing out in the hospital bed, arms tightly bound and covered in salve.

You wake up what feels like hours later to someone changing out your bandages. You blink awake slowly, registering a shock of white hair on a broad frame as large, rough hands carefully unwind your bandages. The guy whistles lowly before his gray eyes meet yours and a small wry smile spreads across his face. It looks oddly familiar even though you’re sure you’ve never met this man in your life.

“Quite the burns you’ve got here,” he jokes, carefully grasping one of your forearms in each hand. You can see frost form along his palms briefly but when he asks if you can feel anything you shake your head no. He hums, brow furrowing slightly before releasing your arms.

“I should introduce myself. Todoroki Natsuo, I’m a resident here at this hospital,” he explains, extending a hand out to you to shake. You reach forward and grasp his hand, noting the way he gives a small nod of approval when you return the handshake.

“That’s why you seem so familiar,” you find yourself saying without meaning to, eyes widening slightly when you realize.

“Oh? I’m guessing you know Pro Hero Shouto,” he chuckles.

“Ah- yea, that’s it,” you cough awkwardly.

It doesn’t go unnoticed and Natsuo’s expression shifts slightly, his eyes wandering down to the burns on your forearms. You don’t want him clueing in to the how, or more accurately the who, behind your burns so you scramble for an alternative explanation for your odd initial reaction.

“I just mean I’m not, like, a Shouto fan girl or whatever. I’m the artist that did the memorial thing for Endeavor and I’m supposed to be working on Shouto’s merch line.”

Natsuo’s eyes widen in recognition.

“Oh! He’s told us about you. We seriously owe you one you know.”

“I think we can call it even,” you smile wryly, lifting your forearms for emphasis.

“Nah, I��m just doing my job,” Natsuo grins good-naturedly, it’s hard to picture him as being related to Endeavor, Shouto, or Dabi like this and not for the first time you wonder what Dabi would’ve been like had life been just a little less cruel to him. You shake your head as if to physically dispel the thought from your mind before giving Natsuo a grin you hope meets your eyes.

“And I was just doing mine,” you assure him.

“Well we appreciate it and I know he’s not great at showing it but Shouto’s really excited to see the final designs.”

Guilt lances through you as you think of the ruined canvases sitting in your studio but Natsuo is already turning away from you to make notes on your chart before he can notice.

“Well, you’re all set to go. Make sure to change out the bandages pretty regularly, you’re lucky those didn’t get infected before you came in,” he tells you, placing his hands on his hips and giving you a nod.You nod back, hopping off the hospital bed and making your way towards the door.

“Oh and (y/l/n)?” he calls after you, causing you to pause in the doorway and turn to face him. He looks off balanced and unsure, for the first time since you woke up to find him in your room.

“I know I’m probably wrong and it’s a crazy conclusion to jump to but if I’m not just… Just know it doesn’t get easier. He never gets easier.”

You swallow hard around the lump that forms in your throat, barely managing to croak out a goodbye as you rush from the room without acknowledging what he’s said.

A/N: This was a bitch to write because I initially had no intention of reader getting burned in the last part so I knew that needed to be addressed but it's one of the few scenes in this late stage of the fic I had not planned for lmao

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socialwriter · 4 years

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If I Die Young

**gif by @somebodylikeaguardianangel**

Pairing: John B Routledge x Female! Reader

TW: Angst (duh), death, hospitals, not eating, fainting/passing out, near death experience, grief, sadness

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Based off of the song If I Die Young

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A/n: Here it is, the first chapter of my glee song fic sereis! A huge thank you to @girlsru1eboysdroo1 for reading this through and encouraging me to post this, ily boo <3

The sharp knife of a short life,

Well, I've had just enough time

The pain was agonizing, all encompassing. It drowned out the sounds of the rain pounding down, drowns out the sounds of Kiara and Pope’s tears, JJ’s screams. He’s gone. John b’s gone, lost at sea because some stupid cops that didn’t care about him chased him out there for no good reason. He was innocent, but because he was just a pogue and just a teenager, no one believed him when it mattered. The hurt didn’t leave you. Not when you were taken away from what was now a crime scene. Not when you arrived at the chateau, glaringly empty. Not when you went to bed, enveloping yourself in sheets that still faintly smelled like him. You were too hurt, too broken, left behind by the only boy you had ever loved.

And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom

I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger

You all had promised each other that you wouldn’t wear black to the funeral. The color was too dark, too real. It represented too much for the four of you to handle, so you had agreed to brighter and happier colors. Which is why you were in the bathroom of the chateau, smoothing out the wrinkles in the white dress you wore. It hung loosely on your body, making you look like even more of a shell of your former self. Your eyes were sunken in and red from all the crying and lack of sleep, unable to rest without the soothing lullaby of John B’s heartbeat. You looked much thinner than you remembered, probably from the lack of food the past week. You couldn’t bring yourself to eat anything or care for yourself. You did it for him before, not wanting to worry him, but now what was the point? You fiddled with the rings on your finger, stopping when you feel the cold metal on your ring finger. You hold your hand out in front of you, smiling sadly at the small green jewel.

It had been three weeks since you had had a proper date night, or really spent any time, with your boyfriend John B and you were completely and thoroughly pissed off. He’d been avoiding your calls, texts, and barely spoke a word to you when he got home after long days out. None of the other pogues would tell you what was up and frankly you were fed up with it. So, instead of getting dressed up for the date John B had told you about earlier in the day, you sat around moping in sweats and one of his old t-shirts.

“Hey babe are you ready to g- why aren’t you getting ready?” John B’s voice rang out through the chateau, causing you to pull your knees up to your chest, staring at the ground. John B’s shoulders fall when he sees your demeanor, approaching you slowly. “What’s wrong?”

You shrug your shoulders at him, letting out a deep sigh. “You cheating on me or somethin’?” You mumble, tears filling your eyes as soon as you say the words out loud.

“W-what? No, I’m not why would you even think something like that,” John B says instantly, sitting next to you on the couch and placing a gentle hand on your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

“Well I mean, you’ve been avoiding me the past couple of weeks and no one’s telling me anything so what else am I supposed to think?” You ask him, your voice raising slightly in irritation.

John B makes an ‘o’ with his lips, suddenly connecting all the dots. “I’ve been working a lot of overtime, for the money.”

You scoff, pulling away from him. “Cut the crap JB, we get by fine without you working so much.”

John B sighs, fishing something out of his back pocket. “Well I mean, I was hoping that I could give this to you in a more romantic way, but here.” He hands you a small box containing a small ring with a little green gem on top. You gasp as soon as you see the present, easily the most beautiful thing anyone had ever given you. “What is this?” You ask breathlessly.

“A promise ring, like a representation of our love. It sounded a lot better when Kie explained it to me..” John B trailed off, suddenly nervous that you wouldn’t like the present or think it was stupid.

“JB I love it,” you whisper, a small smile gracing your lips. He instantly perks up, grinning at you. “Yea?”

You nod, slipping the ring on your finger. “Thank you JB,” you say, pressing a small kiss against his lips.

“Anything for you princess.”

I've never known the lovin' of a man

But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand

There's a boy here in town says he'll love me forever

Who would have thought forever could be severed

Your home life wasn’t the best. You were a pogue, living alone after your mother had left you for some kook. You never knew your father, never got to experience that love. The only love you experienced was what you had with John b. And now that too had been taken away from you, the world playing yet another cruel trick on you. That promise ring meant that the two of you would love each other for the rest of your lives, what felt like forever. Apparently forever isn’t very long at all. Love wasn’t as strong as you had once thought it was, because it was able to be completely shattered by life, or rather the ending of one. You had never known what love was before John B came into your life, and now that he was gone, you feared that you would never experience love again.

So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls

What I never did is done

The four of you all stood looking over the marsh, grieving the one person that had kept you all together. None of you knew how to handle this, how to cope. You couldn’t look out for one another because each of you were falling apart on your own. Your mind wandered to what could have been. The kisses you never gave him, too shy or fearful of rejection. The words you never said, emotions getting in the way. It all felt silly and stupid. Why hadn’t you simply done everything you wanted with John B while you still had the chance? All the what ifs crushed you, made you feel like you couldn’t breathe and your vision blur, until eventually everything just went dark.

The ballad of a dove

Go with peace and love

Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket

Save 'em for a time when your really gonna need 'em oh

Pope caught you before you hit the ground, instantly in a frenzy. “Guys she’s barely breathing.”

Both Kie and JJ turned to look at your all but lifeless form, panic in their eyes. “Shit she- what do we do?” JJ’s frantic voice echoed throughout the marsh, only increasing the tension and worry in the environment. Eventually, despite the money it would cost, the three of them were speeding off to the hospital, trying their best to keep you breathing and comfortable. As soon as Kie pulled into the hospital, JJ slammed the car door open, picking you up and running inside with your limp body in his arms, Kie and Pope not far behind him. Doctors and nurses were all over you in a matter of seconds, pushing the three pogues away whenever they tried to see what exactly was happening to their best friend. The situation felt eerily similar, the painful events that lead to John B’s death still fresh in their minds. All they could do was stand there, wondering if they were going to lose yet another friend. There were no more tears left to cry, all of them already spent on John B.

The ringing of a phone pulls them out of their stupor. “Who’s damn phone is that?” Kie questions aloud, prompting JJ to pull the buzzing device out of his pocket.

“Mine.” He mumbles before answering the call. His eyes widen as soon as he hears the voice on the other end, earning questioning glances from both Pope and Kie.

“John B?”

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lunaticlua · 4 years

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how do you make a home? // part 4

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the story is also available on ao3

a/n: i want to thank you so much for all the feedback i’ve been receiving. it really means the world to me. hope you like this past, because i loved writing it :)

tw: mentions of canon physical abuse + short description of past parents’ death

always prioritize your mental health!

chapter 4: cause you’re my jewel

“spendin' all my nights alone, waitin' for you to call me. you're the only one i want by my side when i fall asleep.” (SUGAR – brockhampton)

JJ hadn’t prepared himself for coming to his house Friday night. He was set on going to John B’s to drink beer and chat on the hammocks as arranged earlier on the week. But the thing about his life is that it never works out as he thinks that it will. He didn’t expect as a child to be abandoned by his mother and to be left to his own devices. He didn’t expect to come by such a supportive group of friends, a family in almost every aspect of the word. He didn’t expect to be beat up by his own father because he forgot to clean the dishes at nine years old. He didn’t expect to meet her. Sometimes, the surprises weren’t completely awful.

This one was, though.

In the middle of his way to the Château, he remembered that he needed to pick up his phone charger back at his house before John B stopped lending him his as he had warned. It was supposed to be just a quick detour. He would get it and leave. Simple and straightforward. He could do it. The pain in his back the next morning is enough proof that he actually couldn’t do it.

Luke wasn’t the happiest to see him. Intoxicated and angry was never a good combination when it came to the man. He was pissed about the mess on the house or being recently fired or the resemblance between JJ and his runaway mother. The boy had stopped trying to understand what set his dad off a long time ago. The result was always the same, regardless.

Being shoved into the kitchen counter and then having to clean up the mess his father made wasn’t on the plans for the night, but he accepted and sent a short text to his friends stating that he would see them on the morning. It wasn’t worth it trying to go. His mood and his night were already sour.

However, laying on his bed with his door locked and his demons away, he was able to allow his mind to travel to the girl who had been occupying his thoughts. His motto may be ‘deny, deny, deny’, but, in the dark with no one around, it gets harder to pretend that he doesn’t have feeling for Lulu. The lightheartedness he feels when he is listening to her favorite songs with her. The way her eyes shine brighter than the midday sun when he is by her side. The incessant bliss that takes over his body every time she talks to him, smile at him, touches him. Hell, every time she even looks at him. He simply can’t deny that he is falling hard for her. His last thoughts before drifting into sleep are about how much he wishes that she could be there with him.

The morning after, he commits to himself to spend the day with the Pogues. He leaves the house before Luke wakes up with his charger and some extras sets of clothes, deciding to stay out of his sight for a couple of days. When he arrives at the Château, he finds his best friend, who looks up to him as he is approaching, feeding the rooster.

“Hey, man. We missed you last night. Something happened?”

“The usual,” he shrugs. As much as he loves and trusts the other boy, venting about his dad’s behavior is definitely not on the menu for the day. He just wants to chill with his friends. “So, what is the plan?”

“I was thinking fishing,”

“Sounds good.”

After sending a text to Kie and Pope saying that they will pick them up on the way, the teenagers hop on the HMS Pogue. The first stop is the Heyward's Seafood. Collecting Pope is always a hard task because of his father’s distaste towards John B and JJ. He has a soft spot for Kiara and, therefore, she is normally the one to take the boy away from the shop. But, in her absence, JJ takes the place. He may the one the old Heyward dislikes the most, but he is the best at confusing the man and giving Pope the opportunity to run.

When they come to their destination, the blonde boy hitches the line to the cleat at the end of the dock and directs himself to the shop entrance. As he is about to open the door, he runs into someone he is not expecting to see: the girl of his — literal — dreams.

She stares at him with a sweet smile and he feels like he can’t breathe properly. After a brief moment of comfortable silence, they simultaneously ask what the other is doing there. She simply laughs and answers. He can’t stop himself from thinking that she is beautiful in this morning light and this good mood. “Picking up some groceries for Uncle Joe. You?”

“Picking up Pope,” he responds still a little taken aback, gesturing to the door.

“Well, don’t mind me. I will see you Monday,” she says goodbye and disappears faster than he can form another phrase. Fuck, he needs to stop acting like this in front of her. He shakes his head, trying to get a grip at his feelings, and enters the establishment.

Pope appears in front at him before he can even attempt to look for him with what seems to be his trademarked ‘I discovered something’ face. “You won’t believe who was here.”

“Who?” He asks while he takes advantage of the fact that they are near the door to get away without alerting Pope’s dad.

“Three words: The Jones’s Orphan.” JJ tries to remember who his friend is referring to without success and, due to the lack of response, the other boy continues with shock on his voice. “You don’t remember? It is like the biggest thing that ever happened in this island since, I don’t know, Mrs. Crain killing her husband.”

“Just spill it, Pope,” he voices a little curious.

“Seven years ago, Paul Jones killed his wife in front of his daughter and then killed himself. Ringing any bells? Man, how could you forget? Everyone talked about it for months. The girl even skipped town. But now she is back, and I saw her. She literally just left. You must have…”

The teenager continued to talk, but JJ’s mind was going a mile per minute. Flashes of memories are coming back to him fast. It couldn’t be. No, no. The girl is definitely not her. It is a coincidence. It must be someone else. But an encounter many years ago that hadn’t thought about for years now comes back to him. Those forest green eyes. Oh, no, it couldn’t be.

“Pope, what is her name again?”

“The wife? I think it was Cecilia, but I am not—"

“No. The girl. The Jones’s Orphan or whatever. What was her name?” He exasperates.

“Lulu Jones. But really, man, how can you have forgotten all of this? She was in your class or something.” JJ feels out of air. It is her. She is the girl from the pier. The girl who lost her family. The girl with big teary forest green eyes. Oh, God. He needs to talk to her. And it needs to be now.

They are in front of the boat now, but he looks at both of his friends and knows that he can’t go. Not after receiving this big bomb. His plans are once again changed.

“Hmm, guys, I need to go,” he tells, already picking up his backpack from the floor of the HMS Pogue.

“What? Are you going to bail again?” John B retorts with frustration, but he doesn’t have time for this now. He will deal with his best friend later. Now, he needs to find her like she had found him many years ago.

“Sorry,” he apologizes and runs to the opposite direction before he can hear another word. He doesn’t stop until he is in front of the Campbell’s house. It must have taken approximately twenty minutes for him to get there, but he doesn’t even notice or mind. His only thought is of her.

He rings the bell at least six times before she opens the door with a confused expression. “JJ, what are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to be with the Pogues?

“It’s you,” he says out of breath and she giggles. She is beautiful and he doesn’t want to break the magic.

“Of course, it’s me. I live here,” her smile is inebriating, and he can’t believe that he hadn’t connected the dots before. “Did you run here? Come in. I will give you a glass of water.”

He follows her inside to the kitchen and watches her pour the water for him. She is about to offer it when he speaks again. “It’s you.”

“Yes, JJ. Are you okay? You are worrying me,” she frowns at him. The girl in front of him is adorable and he almost gives up from entering the subject with fear of what will cause on her.

“No. I mean, yes.” The way her puzzled face morphs into sad and broken after he continues, making him regret immediately his words, is something he unfortunately will remember twenty years later. “It is you. Lulu Jones, it’s you.”

“so, call the search off, i didn’t think i’d find you” (jewel – adam melchor)

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goldenworldsabound · 4 years

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Speaking of fic...with Auron resurrected, Wendy and Auron have been taking it easy while Wendy recovers. Turns out the rest of the gang missed them and decided to stop in for a visit! Content warnings: none. Word count: 1389.

Wendy and Auron were both surprised by a knock on the door. Wendy started to get to her feet, struggling as her muscles were still recovering from the resurrection spell.

"I'll get it." Auron assured her, standing up quickly. She watched him walk to the front door, grateful for his help but feeling a bit pathetic for it.

She eyed her tea that was sitting on the coffee table. It was still steaming...it was probably too hot to drink. She'd have to ask Auron to check it for her so she wouldn't burn herself.

Auron opened the door.

Yuna, Lulu, and Wakka were standing there.

"Hey Sir Auron! We wanted to come visit Wendy!" Wakka said, grinning.

"We heard about what happened from the healer." Yuna added. "Is it true? Are you...?"

Auron nodded. "Come in." He moved aside, holding the door open for them.

The group shuffled in, still processing Auron's answer. So he was really alive, then...no wonder the spell had done such a number on Wendy.

"Hi!" Wendy said brightly as everyone came into view. "Please, have a seat!" Yuna sat on one side of Wendy. Wakka looked for a second like he'd sit on her other side - but Lulu pulled him away to sit on the other couch. She glanced at Wakka meaningfully, but he merely blinked at her in confusion before sitting down.

Wakka's mouth formed into a silent "oh" as Auron sat down next to Wendy. Lulu rolled her eyes.

"Are you alright?" Yuna asked Wendy, reaching out to take hold of both of her hands. There was worry in her eyes.

"I'm doing better now, thanks to the healer." Wendy responded with a smile. "And to Auron..." She mumbled. Auron grunted non-committally in response.

"Auron said that you were successful." Yuna continued.

"Yeah, he's here, in the flesh." She freed one of her hands from Yuna's to pat Auron's arm with a smile. Not that I can feel him, she couldn't help but think bitterly.

"That's- incredible!" Yuna exclaimed, eyes wide in shock.

"It really is." Lulu added, gazing intently at Wendy. Lulu was well versed in magic - she was certain that Wendy had incurred more side effects than just her near death experience. But was it worth bringing them up? She supposed that they might be painful, in more ways than one.

Wendy looked away from Lulu's gaze. She hadn't decided if she wanted to tell everyone about her loss of sensation. It would undoubtedly come to light sooner or later. But she wasn't quite ready to call it out.

"Yeah, that's pretty intense." Wakka added, nodding his head. "Sir Auron's gonna owe you for life, huh? Literally!" He joked, grinning. Auron shot him an annoyed look, before looking away from the entire group.

"Oh, n-no, of course not! I mean, I didn't do it for any favors..." Wendy put a hand over her mouth, blushing faintly. "I just wanted Auron to...get his own story, like I said..."

Auron looked over at her, and visibly softened, to the surprise of everyone else in the room. He put a hand on her head gently for a moment, ruffling her hair a bit. Her blush deepened, and a faint pink emerged on his cheeks as he noticed the way everyone was staring at him. Lulu elbowed Wakka, who had gone a bit slack-jawed. Auron retracted his hand.

"A-anyway!" Wendy interjected, horribly uncomfortable with all the attention focused on her all of a sudden. Auron's affections, as subtle and infrequent as they were, were enough to make her blush normally. It was just that much worse with the others around. They still hadn't talked about what their relationship even was, and he was being so affectionate in front of them?! She was stunned. "How was the celebration?" She asked, hoping to draw attention away from her and Auron for a moment.

Yuna lowered her gaze. Wendy squeezed her hand gently, worried that in her panic she'd brought up something sad.

"It was...exorbitant." Lulu offered, shaking her head a bit. "But I suppose a celebration to mark the permanent end of Sin would be nothing less."

"Yeah. It was kinda cool to be a hero for a bit? Not as cool as I would've thought." Wakka added, putting his arms up, hands behind his head. "It just...didn't feel right."

The unspoken words were clear to everyone - not without Tidus.

"I'm glad to be home." Yuna concluded. "I'm glad that Spira is safe now." She turned and smiled at Wendy. "And you, Wendy. And Sir Auron, too!"

Auron chuckled. "You don't have to be so formal, you know. You're a legendary summoner now." He joked. "And the rest of you are legendary guardians."

Wakka's eyes lit up. "No way! I guess that is true! I'm Sir Wakka from now on!"

"I think I'll just stick to calling you 'Wakka'." Lulu replied, smiling.

Yuna laughed, and Wendy couldn't help but smile softly at her. She was glad that after everything, Yuna could still smile.

Loosening her hand from Yuna's, Wendy reached for her tea. As she grabbed it, Auron's hand went to hers.

"It might still be too hot." He said, taking the mug from her. "Let me check." He put a hand on the outside of the mug, before nodding and handing it back to her.

She took a sip shyly, hyper aware of the silence in the room now, the way everyone's eyes were on her and Auron. Both for the tenderness and the softness in his voice, and for the fact that it had happened at all.

Yuna was looking at her with concern.

"It's nothing." Wendy corrected quickly, looking down into her tea.

"It's not nothing." Auron murmured back. Wendy shot him a look, before sighing.

"There were other side effects of the spell, weren't there?" Yuna asked slowly. Wendy nodded. Auron's stare was the one she felt the most. Waiting to see what she would say.

"My physical sensation...is gone." Wendy admitted, frowning. "I don't feel things. I don't feel pain. I don't feel temperature. I don't feel anything." She sighed.

"Will it come back?" The sadness in Yuna's tone made Wendy ache a little.

"I don't know." Wendy put her mug back on the table. "There's vague hints of this cost in the texts I found, but...not much beyond that. I didn't even really connect the dots until after the fact, anyway..."

"I'm sorry." Yuna leaned against her.

"Yeah, that's...real brutal." Wakka added, frowning. "I hope it comes back."

"If it does, it will not be fast." Lulu said. "But you probably knew that already."

Wendy nodded. "Just the nature of magical costs." She took in a breath. "Does anyone else want tea? I'm being a terrible host."

"It's fine, Wendy. You're still recovering." Yuna reassured her.

"Yes, but if you do want tea, Auron will get it to stop me from getting it." Wendy replied, smirking.

Auron pushed his mouth into a thin line.

"Am I wrong?" She asked, looking up at him.

"...you might be now." He grumbled. She pouted. He visibly relented with a sigh. "I'll go put some water up." And he got up to leave the room.

As soon as he was out of sight, Wendy regretted her decisions.

"Are you and Auron- you know-" Wakka whispered, grinning from ear to ear. Wendy blushed brightly.

"Wakka!" Lulu reprimanded him with a scowl.

"We're just- I mean- that's!" Wendy was incoherent. Yuna watched her flounder, reading into her words. It had been rare to see Wendy this flustered. All those 10 years of knowing her, and she'd never really seen Wendy romantically interested in someone. She had thought it was obvious that Wendy and Auron were together now. But Wendy's awkward half denials suggested that was not the case. But their actions suggested otherwise...

"I'll go help Auron with the tea!" Wendy declared finally, getting to her feet. She stumbled a bit, and Yuna got to her feet, grabbing onto her to steady her.

"I don't think he'd be pleased with us if we let you do that." Yuna replied with a smile. "I remembered a story I wanted to tell you about the celebrations, if that's alright?"

Wendy thought for a moment before nodding. "Of course it is."

#fic #our happy ending #self insert #self ship #self shipping #ffx family #the ending is abrupt but I was like. Mmm. What do.

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jurisffiction · 3 years

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what did you use to design the book covers for map of the world? also i’d go with the first (the one without a white square) but both look amazing!!

uh. photoshop? im yet to see if the text will print properly maybe i should do that in indesign. but thank you im VERY very torn at the moment like at this point am i doing dual cover book runs for a wip fanfiction series.

EDIT wait i mean to do the full margins/setting etc im on lulu dot com but idk if i’ll definitely print them via there yet bc idk if someone local exists

#asks

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idealswithoutthegimmicks · 7 months

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i 100% get being uncomfortable with rpf and i mean that in the most genuine way possible. but some ppl in that poll are implying it’s wrong to even think a celebrity is attractive and i’m like That is literally the most normal thing you could do. like i cannot stress enough how normal it is to find a celebrity attractive.

#lulu dot text #if this breeches 100 notes i’m shutting off reblogs

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pctrtbrn · 23 days

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“she looks like jared leto joker”

POST MALONE SHE’S SUPPOSED TO BE RIFFING ON POST MALONE’S TATTOOS WHICH MAKES SENSE BC POST ALONE FEATURES IN THE FUCKING SONG!!!!!!!!!! I GET YOU DON’T LIKE HER BUT CAN YOU GUYS USE YOUR FUCKING BRAINS!!!!!!!!!

#lulu dot text #I GET IF YOU THINK PM'S TATTOOS LOOK DUMB TOO BUT SHE'S SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE POST MALONE!!!!!#READ THE WHOLE THING FOR ONCE IN YOUR FUCKING LIFE

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fungusfairgrounds · 7 years

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I know its only been 4 months since I did this last but i’m updating that 60 question thing for my squids, keeping the old one as a ref to see what changed and what didn’t lmao.

1: What’s your OCs favorite color? Sugarpon likes pink and yellow, Bloop likes yellow and blue, Rattle likes yellow, Twigs purple and pink, Slick likes yellow and red, Bicycle likes blue, BB likes soda blue and red, Puff likes green and yellow, Moth likes blue and whites and creams, Pinweel likes blue and pink, Stefano likes earthy greens and orange, Axial liked yellow. Pretty much their ink and outfit colors minus Axial, who just really liked the color of his husband’s eyes.

2: Where does your OC work? Most are tiny kids so a lot don’t have jobs. Twigs used to work on a farm before moving to the city and Slick works at a comic book store. Moth wants to be a full-time fashion designer but hasn’t been able to land a job so he works for Grizz Co (and hates it). Stefano has a job but I don’t know what it is. Puff probably works with weapon repairs. Axial was a big-time competitive player, but after briefly becoming a single dad he switched over to casual turf.

3: What’s your OCs favorite food? Sugarpon: Strawberry shortcake with lots of whipped cream and extra strawberries + choco sauce. Also strawberry and cream and raspberry crepes. Bloop: Chocolate banana fudge bread. He loves choco+banana combo foods. Sneakers: Spicy bbq and warm, fluffy bread drizzled in sauce. Rattle: Super sour keylime pie with lemon cream. Really likes sour candies too. Twigs: Enjoys a good steak when he can get one Bicycle: Butterscotch pudding with sugar crystals on top. BB: Big fluffy pancakes with chocolate chips and whipped cream, drizzled with chocolate and chopped strawberries. Slick: Fried rice with lots of carrots and chopped boiled eggs with a sweet spicy sauce. Puff: Super spicy curry and savory crepes with butter-sauteed onions, mushrooms, and spicy seasoned pork. Loves things hot ! Moth: Fried eggs over a potato and veggie hash with ham and lots of black pepper. Pinwheel: Crepes with lots of whipped cream, raspberries, blackberries, and strawberries and drizzled in a chocolate sauce. Stefano: Warm, caramel glazed bread with apple-cinnamon and cream filling. Loves any kind of homemade bread. Axial: Big messy burgers with lots of tomatoes, mushrooms, and bbq sauce.

4: Does your OC prefer paper or plastic? Plastic for most. Moth and Stefano like paper

5: How old is your OC? Sugarpon is 11, Pinwheel is 11, Bloop is 12, Sneakers is 13, Rattle 14, BB and Bicycle 15, Slick 19, Puff is 20, Twigs 22, and Moth is 24. Stefano is in his 20′s. Axial is deceased.

6: Does your OC have any supernatural powers? They’re all squids so they can jump off high things and not get hurt.

7: Is your OC in a relationship? Puff is super in love with his date, Chunk. He’s incredibly snuggly towards them and loves giving them big hugs. Moth is dating sweet Tacky, his boyfriend who he cherishes very much ! He’s very important to him, and loves to smooch his head. Stefano has 3 whole boyfriend ???? He smorch. Axial was married to Jack. He loved that loser a lot.

8: What are some of your OCs strengths? Sugarpon: Always able to look on the bright side of things Bloop: Very determined to try his best when he can, doesn’t give up on his dreams. Sneakers: She’s a very good listener. Rattle: A great leader who energizes those around her. Twigs: Very helpful and helps out however he can. BB: He’ll always have your back if you’re a friend, and admits his mistakes. Bicycle: very good at including others Slick: Really good at cheering up his friends. Puff: Won’t give up on a task until its complete. Moth: Very supportive and will always stick by his friends’s side. Patient and well organized. Pinwheel: Doesn’t pressure others to do things they don’t want to do, seeks help when needed. Stefano: Attentive to his surroundings and those around him, able to focus well. Axial: Never let anyone walk over him and put him down, high self confidence.

9: What are some of your OCs weaknesses? Sugarpon: She gets hurt real easily when things get hard. Bloop: Blames his losses on others. Lacks confidence in himself and gets lonely really easily. Sneakers: She gives up on things when they get too hard or feel out of reach. Rattle: Not good at knowing when to tone things down. Twigs: A bit of a pushover. Does what he’s told and doesn’t question if its something that he might actually want to do. BB: Won’t admit when he likes things if it doesn’t seem to fit him. Depends on his sister a lot to meet others and do things rather than trying to do something himself. Bicycle: Likes to goof off too much, often putting the goal at risk. Slick: Tries to act cool, but ends up being a huge jerk and sometimes a bully. Puff: Tends to get pouty and gets distracted very easily. Moth: Gets very panicky when things go south, has a hard time thinking clearly when things are bad. Pinwheel: Teases others Stefano: A little obsessive with collecting things, would put off meeting up with someone to go buy something he wanted. Axial: Hard-headed, extremely stubborn.

10: What is your OCs favorite outfit? All their default outfits for turf lmao

11: What animal does your OC relate to? Squids

14: Does your OC have a cell phone? If so, what kind? Twigs, Slick, and BB have cellphones. Twigs cause he’s 22, Slick cause he’s 19, and BB cause his mom worries about him and Bicycle and want to make sure they’re okay. Moth and Pinwheel have cell phones, Pinwheel likes to call home and call Sushi a lot. Moth likes texting his friends a lot. Stefano and Puff have phones as well. Axial had one.

16: When is your OCs favorite time of year? Sugarpon: Spring Bloop: Summer Sneakers: Fall Rattle: Summer Twigs: Winter BB: Fall Bicycle: Spring Slick: Summer Puff: Summer Moth: Fall Pinwheel: Summer Stefano: Spring Axial: Summer

19: Does your OC prefer plaid or polka dots? Sugarpon: Polkadot ! Bloop: Dots Sneakers: Plaid Rattle: Dots Twigs: Plaid BB: Plaid Bicycle: Dots Slick: Plaid Puff: Dots Moth: Plaid Pinwheel: Dots Stefano: Plaid Axial: Plaid

20: What’s your OCs favorite kind of pizza? Sugarpon: Cheese ! Bloop: Pepperoni with 4 cheese Sneakers: Olive with extra cheese Rattle: Stuffed crust with spinach and ham Twigs: Smoked mozzarella with peppers and sausage BB: Pepperoni and onions and tomatoes Bicycle: Alfredo with chicken Slick: Meat lovers with banana peppers Puff: Cheddar with jalapenos, tomatoes, and pepperoni Moth: Buttermilk Alfredo with pork, potatoes, cheddar, and black pepper Pinwheel: Cheese with sliced boiled eggs and ham Stefano: Pretzel crust with macaroni Axial: Pepperoni and sausage with olives

21: Who is your OCs best friend? Sugarpon: Dexter Bloop: He says he doesn’t know Sneakers: Sugarpon Rattle: Her team ! Twigs: ?? BB: Bicycle Bicycle: Rattle Slick: lmao Puff: Chunky Moth: Tacky, Kyle, and Sushi ! Pinwheel: also Tacky, Kyle, and Sushi lmao Stefano: The Stefanos ?? Axial: Lulu and Jack were his best friends

22: Has your OC ever killed someone? No they’re squids...they’ve splatted people in turf

23: Whats your OCs biggest secret? Bloop gets really lonely a lot and cries a lot. He just wants to be accepted but tries too hard. He usually hides under the bed when he’s feeling really upset. He’s also really scared to lose his other Dad. Twigs doesn’t know what he’s doing with his life and its eating at him daily. Moth knows Tacky’s real name...

25: What time of year does your OC prefer? Look at the seasons question...

26: Is your OC a human or an animal? They’re squids

27: What languages does your OC speak? Whatever squid language is

28: Does your OC like anime? Slick and Bicycle do. Rattle too. Stefano does too.

29: Can your OC swim? None of them can

31: Does your OC believe in fairies? Sugarpon, Rattle, Pinwheel, Stefano, and the twins do. Rest don’t. Bloop says he doesn’t but he probably does.

33: Are your OCs parents dead? Bloop’s biological father passed away and his biological mother left when he was young. He still has a (neglectful) father, and now has two moms who adopted him. Sugarpon’s parents aren’t dead but she’s really neglected. Slick’s mom passed away.

35: How flexible is your OC? They’re all pretty flexible I feel like, they don’t have bones.

42: Does your OC drink coffee or tea? Twigs drinks coffee and tea, Slick drinks coffee. Moth likes coffee and bubble tea, Stefano likes coffee and tea.

43: Who is your OCs biggest hero? Sugarpon: Dexter and Marie Bloop: His Dads Sneakers: Sugarpon Rattle: Twigs Twigs: ??? BB: Bicycle Bicycle: People who can make cake Slick: Some comic book hero maybe, or an mlg turfer Puff: Chunky Moth: His friends Pinwheel: Kyle Stefano: The waiter who brings out complementary bread Axial: Lulu

44: What color eyes does your OC have? Sugarpon has orange eyes, Bloop yellow, Sneakers brown, Rattle green, Twigs pink, BB and Bicycle are blue, Slick is green, Puff brown, Moth pale olive, Pinwheel white, Stefano blue, Axial yellow

45: Does your OC like reading? Twigs likes reading, BB likes reading, Moth also likes reading. Bicycle, Rattle, Pinwheel, Stefano, and Slick like reading comics Bloop has a hard time reading.

47: Does your OC tolerate violence? They all turf so yea i guess so. Moth kinda against it when working for Grizz Co.

50: Does your OC cry easily? Bloop and Sugarpon cry easily. BB and Slick cry sometimes. Moth cries easily when Tacky is involved or when fog is involved. Pinwheel cries when Moth won’t leave the house cause of fog. Stefano cries over toys he wants but can’t get. Axial would cry over his son. Bicycle Rattle Puff Twigs and Sneakers don’t really cry that much.

51: What is your OCs favorite genre of music? Sugarpon: Squid Sisters Bloop: ABXY Sneakers: Turquoise October Rattle: Squid Squad Twigs: Hightide Era BB: Squid Sisters Bicycle: ABXY Slick: Squid Squad Puff: Wet Floor Moth: Turquoise October Pinwheel: Off the Hook Stefano: Squid Sisters Axial: not sure what groups were around ! 52: How does your OC feel about insects? Most prob okay with them. Slick might not like butterflies.

53: What is your OCs sexual orientation? Idk but none are het.

54: Does your OC smoke? None do.

55: What gender is your OC? Sugarpon, Sneakers, Rattle, Pinwheel, and Bicycle are female Bloop, Twigs, BB, Slick, Puff, Moth, Stefano, and Axial are male.

56: What kind of clothes does your OC wear? Fresh ones.

57: Would you call your OC adventurous? Sugarpon, Rattle, Moth, Pinwheel, and Bicycle are. Axial was. Rest aren’t super.

58: Is your OC introverted or extroverted? Intro: Twigs, Sneakers, BB, Slick, Puff, Bloop Extro: Sugarpon, Bicycle, Rattle, Pinwheel, Moth, Axial, Stefano

59: What is the first thing that someone would notice about your OC? Sugarpon, Bloop, Sneakers, and Pinwheel: Dang those are some tiny squids Twigs: Dang that’s a beefy squid Rattle: Dang she’s standing up on that building is she ok BB and Bicycle: Dang they’re always together Slick: Dang what a jerk Puff: Dang that squid loves their date Moth: Dang that’s a tall squid Stefano: Dang what a hipster Axial: Dang that’s a grave

60: Does your OC enjoy nature? All do yes

#squidos

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I’ve never been a big Jewelry Person. Or at least, I didn’t grow up to be a big Jewelry Person after a middle and high school career filled with chokers, dangly earrings and really just a lot of costume jewelry from Charming Charlie. (For anyone who grew up without a nearby Charming Charlie—a veritable barn of rhinestone-encrusted pieces sorted into huge, color-coordinated bins—my condolences.) For me, jewelry has always been an aspirational thing. Partially because—and you might’ve guessed this based on my chosen career of “freelance writer”—I rarely have excess cash to spend on accessories. And partially because I’ve never landed on a jewelry aesthetic that really, consistently works for me. That is, until recently, when I discovered the joys of tiny, dainty jewelry for the very first time.

I’ve long admired people who know what kind of jewelry they like. Who know what looks good on them. Who know where to find it. I’ve never been much of a statement necklace person, and I’ve never been an Anthropologie twine-and-oh-is-that-some-kind-of-bone person, either. And of course, the elegant route has long been thwarted by my lack of expendable income. I needed something versatile—something I could buy once and wear on any occasion, in any place, at any time. I needed something understated enough that it would play well with even the most statement-making pieces in my wardrobe. And I needed something affordable enough to buy on the rare occasion that I had an extra $20 or $30 to spare. To put things simply, what I needed was minimalism—efficient, budget-friendly minimalism—and our collective infatuation with tiny, delicate, dainty jewelry has absolutely delivered it.

Over Christmas, I bought myself my first-ever pair of delicate earrings—sterling silver studs shaped like a tiny moon and star. And each time I admired my reflection in the mirror, I grew increasingly hooked. “This is my aesthetic!” I shouted aloud to the heavens—or, more realistically, communicated to my friend Jane through a series of high-energy text messages. I’ve since accumulated a handful of other stunningly small, beautifully simple pieces, each of which has further cemented my infatuation with the genre.

By its very essence, dainty jewelry goes with everything, won’t clash with even the most complicated outfits, and never fails to make an impression. What an easy way to make it look like you’re a Jewelry Person, even if you’re decidedly, historically not.

1. Danae Gold Diamond Necklace, $584 at Net-A-Porter

This lil diamond manages to be unassuming while still making an impression.

2. Moon and Star 14-Karat Gold Diamond Necklace, $295 at Net-A-Porter

Getting celestial has never been easier now that the stars come in “ultra-tiny.”

3. Bbuble Beaded Layered Necklace, $198 at Anthropologie

A perfect gift for a special someone—or just a reminder to love yourself.

I defy you to find a look this thin, simple chain and charm can’t complement.

5. Reykjavik Sterling Silver Stacking Band, $24 on Etsy

What better way to garnish your hard-working hands than with a little intricate bling?

6. Stone and Strand Silver Earrings, $70 at Net-A-Porter

Why not practice self-care via turning yourself into a constellation?

7. Pompeii Necklace, $46 at Cristalore

This tiny black piece of obsidian, reminiscent of Mount Vesuvius, is slight but powerful.

8. Crystal Bezel Trio Bracelet, $20 at HoneyCat

If you’ve always felt like more of a gold person, enjoy this tiny treat of a bracelet!

9. Sailors Knot Bangle, $78 at Nordstrom

Celebrate that rose gold’s here to stay with this eye-catching knot.

10. Petite Nude Chain Choker, $395 at Nordstrom

This flattened necklace is all the punk of a choker with all the elegance of precious metal.

11. Star Necklace, $24 on Etsy

These kissing stars are a cute finishing touch fit for any occasion.

12. 14k Gold Layered Diamond Necklace Set, $865 on Etsy

One of the best things about tiny jewelry is that you can combine pieces without overpowering your look.

13. Gold Heart Lariat Necklace, $176 on Etsy

Heart jewelry doesn’t have to look cheesy—and this dangling chain is proof.

14. Heart Ring, $59 at Rellery

Heart jewelry! It’s coming back! I swear!

15. Kitten Mitten 14-Karat Gold Diamond Bracelet, $340 at Net-A-Porter

If you’re looking something unique, this gauntlet makes an impression without skewing Too Much.

16. Hammered Sterling Silver Band, $21 on Etsy

This hand-forged ring has all the best of a handmade look—small, unique, rugged, gorgeous.

16. 14k Joey Anklet, $68 at Free People

When you’re tired of adorning your wrists, why not show your ankles a little love? I, for one, am ecstatic this breezy trend is back.

17. Gold Planet Necklace, $9 on Etsy

Simple doesn’t have to mean boring. I love this off-kilter planet necklace—and the sense of understated individuality it offers.

18. Gold Disc Stacking Ring, $46 on Etsy

Mixing metals, done the dainty way.

19. Radiant Light Mixed Metal Ring Set, $19 at Lulus

Summon some elven vibes with these gorgeous multicolored stacking rings.

20. On The Mark Studs, $39 at Stella & Dot

Whether you’re into archery symbolism or just need to add a little flourish to an outfit, these arrows are perfect.

21. Moon Phase Gold Earrings Set, $29 at Wanderlust + Co

Haven’t you always wanted the chance to literally coordinate your outfit with the moon?

22. Shashi Eye & Eyelash Stud Earrings, $45 at Asos

*Wink*.

23. Boat Pendant Necklace, $241 at Farfetch

This pendant is a cute way of saying there’s nothing wrong with a little daydreaming.

24. Be The Light Necklace, $36 at Mae Mae

Summon electric vibes on even the most mundane days.

25. Caleb Chain Necklace, $345 at Martyre

Can you ever, really, go wrong with a simple, delicate chain?

26. Basic Small Halo Earrings, $57 at Astrid & Miyu

Delicate studs that feel anything but basic.

27. Selene’s Love Necklace, $58 at Cristalore

This rounded crescent moon has a glow all its own.

28. Tiny Moon Ring, $12 at HoneyCat

Ending this piece strong with the tiniest piece of tiny jewelry I’ve ever seen. Look how teeny-weeny that moon is!

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daniellesimagines · 6 years

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Baby's First Word (Luke Hemmings)

word count: 856 requested by: none pronouns: she/her warnings: none fandom: 5 seconds of summer au type: single mom, best friends summary: most babies’ first word is mama or dada... not your kid inspired by: none authors notes: none other parts: none

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You were sitting on the couch in your living room, your feet propped up on the coffee table and your 8-month-old baby girl laying in your lap. You were talking to her, making cooing noises to make her show off her toothless grin, when she started making noises of her own.

You listened to your baby's babbles for a couple minutes before you decided to try to coerce her into saying her first word. You took out your phone and started recording, hoping you could capture it. When she paused for a moment, you started speaking again.

"What are you trying to say?" you asked, making her giggle which, in turn, made you smile at her, "What are you saying, huh? Mama?" She made the 'mmm' sound, but she wasn't actually saying the word. "Mama," you repeated to her. She babbled some more. "Mama," you made a silly face, making her laugh again. "Okay," you chuckled, "I'll let you pick then." She blew little raspberries as you grinned down at her. "What do you want your first word to be?" you asked her.

She babbled again for a moment before clearly saying something that made your heart skip.

"Lulu," she said, giggling when your eyes widened.

"You said Lulu?" you asked her, making her clap her hands.

"Lulu!" she repeated happily.

"Are you saying Luke?" you wondered. Her face lit up when you said your best friend's name.

"Lulu!" she squealed, and you knew she was saying Luke's name. You immediately stopped the video and opened your messages.

You went to yours and Luke's thread, sending him the video without any context, wanting him to watch it before he knew what it was. You received the 'read' notification almost instantly, your heart racing as you knew he was watching it now.

You counted the number of seconds in your head for how long the video was and as soon as you reached that number, the three little dots that let you know Luke was typing popped up on the screen.

Are you serious???? Y/N, you're not serious Stop messing with me That was NOT her first word You're joking What the hell??? I'm coming over

You knew there was no point in texting back since he wasn't going to believe you until he heard it for himself, so you just hit the lock button and put your phone back on the couch cushion beside you while you anxiously waited for him to get there.

10 minutes later, Luke didn't even knock on your front door before opening it. You were still sitting on your couch with Emmi on your lap, looking over as you heard his voice first.

"Y/N," Luke stated in a firm tone, "If you're lying to me, I swear to G-"

Emmi's own head turned when he started talking, making her shoot a toothless grin toward the blonde as he came into view.

"Lulu!" she clapped again, making him freeze in the middle of the room.

"Y/N..." he said again, softly this time, "There's no way..." The look on his face rendered you speechless – the only thing you were able to offer him was a shake of your head and a smile.

"Lulu!" Emmi repeated, her little hands reaching for him. And if there weren't already tears in his eyes, that certainly would have gotten him.

Luke immediately wiped his face, coming over the couch. He moved your phone to the coffee table and sat down beside you. Emmi was still reaching for him, so there was no hesitation in taking her from your lap and holding her on his own the same way you had been.

"Lulu," she cooed again happily, her fingers wrapping around his own index ones when he held them up to her.

"Y/N..." he murmured, breaking gaze with the baby on his lap to look at you. You smiled, wiping your own face as you shook your head for a second time.

"I wasn't joking, Lu," you promised him.

"That really was her first word...?" he whispered, "My name was her first word...?"

"I wouldn't make that up, Lu," you whispered back, unsure your voice would give you any more volume than that. He let out another breath, turning back to Emmi.

"Why... Why would she say my name...?"

"She's used to seeing you, Luke; She's used to having you around," you told him, "Honestly, at this point, you're more of a father to her than her real one ever will be."

"Y'think?" he murmured.

"I know," you promised, "Wyatt hasn't called once to ask about his daughter. I knew he was going to be a deadbeat dad, but..."

"You thought he'd at least care about her," Luke finished your sentence for you, looking at you with a solemn expression.

You sighed, leaning back against the couch, "Yeah..."

"Well, if it's any consolation, you've always got me," he grinned down at your daughter, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her little nose that made her laugh. You watched the two for a moment before reaching over and pressing a kiss to Luke's cheek.

"Thanks, Lu."

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rachelerobfit · 7 years

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IRONMAN Texas 2017: Not a Race Report

This past Saturday was Ironman Texas. It would have been my first IRONMAN distance triathlon and the culmination of 5 months of training. Exactly one week to race day I had a bike wreck leaving me with multiple fractures in my pelvis and a fractured rib FTW. I swerved to avoid hitting fresh road kill when my front wheel found a large seam in the road. I tried to regain control of my bike, but it wasn’t in the stars. Texas road kill: 1, Rachele: 0. I was told it was epic (Don’t half-ass anything. Always full ass, always.) with the feet way up in the air, sending my head and right side crashing down into the ground. I was not going to be racing IMTX on April 22nd. It wasn’t only bone-breaking but so terribly soul-crushing. As I sat in the emergency department I thought of ways that I could make it happen (it’s really good I didn’t as I would have been easily destroyed within the first few hundred yards of the swim with a kick to the ribs or any part of the body). All my ducks were in a row. I had my transition and special needs bags packed, hotels booked, dog-sitter arranged, sherpa in order, and family in-bound from New York, Los Angeles and Chicago. Because my family rocks, they still came out to spend time with me. Through this whole ordeal my Powerhouse Racing tribe have been so incredibly awesome. So many people reached out in person, text, social media…every outlet possible, and have gone above and beyond any expectation. It has certainly helped to numb some of the physical and emotional pain.

My family and I still planned to head up to The Woodlands to cheer on the athletes but more importantly I wanted to be there to support my teammates as they have supported me.

The days leading up to race day were a bit emotional. I was touch and go for a bit, waxing and waning between anger, sadness, relief (that I wasn’t hurt more). I received even more gestures and messages from everyone. A few seriously made me laugh (it was painful but I laughed my ass off on the inside). I went to Powerhouse Racing for a massage with Lisa. I had no idea that Bobby and Michael along with JZ and Mel and planned a little surprise celebration. Bobby ordered the most spectacularly disgusting but awesome cake: red velvet topped with fresh road-kill (made of rice crispy treats). I love his sense of humor. He gets me. He really gets me. Bobby has been key in keeping my bike together during training. He’s been an ear to listen and a has shared a wealth of knowledge and experience in triathlon.

Ugh! Being immobile makes time…slow...down. These last few weeks before I wrecked were going by so fast. I was nervous about my training. I was worried that I wasn’t ready. I was worried that I hadn’t trained enough. But I was assured by the best, that I was (ready). I did the training. I checked all of the boxes…well majority of them. You see, with Yarzy as your coach you make sure you do the work. I purposely chose Jim because of his personality. I needed someone that would hold my feet to the fire and more importantly call me out on my own bullshit. I knew he wouldn’t be afraid to tell me (when needed) that I was full of shit…and he wasn’t…and he did! He said I was ready. And I was.

Over the past few weeks I had my race strategy and race day nutrition playing in a loop in my head. In my mind I saved visuals of my T1, T2, and special needs bags. Exiting the water, getting on the bike, and wrapping up the run. I visualized running down the chute and hearing…well…you know.

It was Thursday. I had planned on heading up to The Woodlands today to athlete check-in and to do all the things I needed to do before race day. Instead I just lounged around locally. I made myself stay active/limber as the Ohana were in town. We ran some errands, went shopping, Mike took a few on them to tour the NASA Super Guppy. We stayed in rest of the day, binged Scandal and played some maj-jhong. All the while in my head I kept saying by now I would’ve been through athlete check-in…by now I would’ve been to the athlete briefing…by now I would’ve (insert IRONMAN activity here). I got some great messages throughout the day from fellow athletes. They were all nice and heartfelt wishing me well. Steven said, “you will cross the finish line”. He would race with my initials on his m-dot on race day. Dustin said (regarding my crash), “…it was pretty gnarly. You caught some big air. I would’ve been crying like a baby…you’re a champ…easily the baddest bitch I know!”. Ceseilia added “RR” decals on her race helmet. This was cool because although we didn’t really get the chance to train together, we still trained together (and our IRONSHERPA were bonded). Then Johnny posted that he’d dedicate his race to me. That got the waterworks going. I know that JZ had some unfinished business of his own at Texas so this wasn’t ‘just an IRONMAN’ for him. This gesture was pretty amazing and I just can’t thank him enough for this.

Throughout the day I was trying to stay of social media because while I was happy for my teammates, it stung a little. I thought I should be in that water for practice swim. I want to go to lunch with the crew at Chipotle. I want to see my name at the Lulu store. I want pictures of me at bike drop. I want my IMTX swag and a coolio bracelet. The family and Mike did an awesome job of keeping me occupied as I clearly had a case of the FOMO.

It was getting late and again my thoughts wandered… if I WERE racing, I needed to be in bed…like yesterday. After a few rounds of schooling Mike at maj-jhong I finally hit the rack…and/or the meds were kicking in. If I didn’t get horizontal soon I’d have kanji imprinted on my forehead. It was going to be a long day tomorrow- it’s IRONMAN.

Per usual, my body clock wakes me up at around 4-4:30am. Like a meth-head I opened my phone to Facebook. I wanted to send some final well wishes to my teammates and see what was going on. Instead I opened up to the group page with Ana and JT in bodymarking, scribing “R4R” (Race for Rachele) on my teammate’s arms. Que the tears. Ohhh-emmmmm-gheeeee! I wanted nothing more than to race along side all of them. Obviously I couldn’t so this was the second best thing. Ana and JT, your enthusiasm for triathlon and our tribe is palpable and contagious. Don’t stop.

We make our way up to The Woodlands and all those previous thoughts and emotions were stirring. Here I was broken, headed to a race I had trained for over the past five months. I didn’t know how I was going to feel about being on the side-lines. I vented to Michael on the drive up and was quickly reminded that I was going up there to give just as much, if not more support than I’ve received. ‘Nuff said.

The energy at IRONMAN Texas is unreal. We got up there in time to see almost all of Powerhouse at some point starting out or already on the run course. JZ was the first Powerhouse athlete Mike and I saw. He was wrapping up his first loop. He was in the hurt locker for sure. He stopped to for a quick fist bump and he moving. FINALLY got to the tent. You can imagine my pace moving from the parking garage to the tent, scooting me and my little walker along. There has to be a way to rig that thing to go faster. Aero bars, race wheels…something. I’ll have to get with Bobby and JZ on that. I knew I wasn’t going to last very long as I was in a bit of pain, but it felt great to be there. It was the first IRONMAN event that my family had been to and I think they were pumped and are ready for more! I wanted to at least see our athletes once on the course. I stood up to hi-five as runners made their way through the “gauntlet”. As they were hi-fiving back I felt more and more pain through the fractured rib. I tried switching to the other side but most people are right-handed. Whatever… it was worth seeing them all come through, most with smiles on their faces. It was also nice to get hugs (even the schweaty ones) from our athletes and even words of encouragement from them…FROM THEM! They were the ones racing but were giving me love! How freaking awesome is this Powerhouse Racing tribe?!!! By now some of our athletes were through the finish line, new or renewed IRONMAN or on their way. It was time to say good night. Mike was anxious about me coming out and being out on my feet for as long as I was, and with good reason.

The following day Johnny organized a gathering at a Boondoggles. My cousin who came in from NYC, is a runner and dipping into the triathlon world accompanied us. On the ride to the pub he was asking about Powerhouse Racing and what sets it apart from other groups in the area, what was the formula in having almost a spot-on completion rate our athletes. I couldn’t quite explain or put it into concise words. Obviously anyone can write a plan, hand it off to an athlete and be on their way. But that’s not how it’s done at the Powerhouse. Anyone can calculate paces and set training zones for athletes. That’s easy. There’s an app for that. But again, that’s not how it’s done at the Powerhouse. Johnny has definitely set himself and the Powerhouse apart from the rest. Johnny and Melanie, and all the coaches truly have a vested interest and want to see our athletes progress through their training, reach their race goals and finish strong. From a super sprint to IRONMAN distances, it’s no different. Everyone is an athlete and everyone crosses the finish line (Melanie will come find you!). JZ knew what I put into training and how excited I was to do IRONMAN Texas, and he knew how devastated I was not to be able to race. Yesterday at the pub he recognized this and “loaned” me his 2017 IRONMAN Texas finishers medal. He said it was just on loan to me until I finished my IRONMAN. I still don’t think I am doing a good job at putting into words what sets Powerhouse apart. But this. All of these gestures from all of these great athletes and coaches. Putting others first. Humility. Humbleness.

I didn’t cross the finish line at IRONMAN Texas. I didn’t even get to start. But had it not been for my tribe, I wouldn’t have even made it this far. From Tammy running with me and being a great motivator on many occasions when she didn’t have to, to the Powerhouse family in the neighborhood (Tammy, Richain, Todd & Ceseilia) setting up aid stations when I did my long run, to Steven finding me on said long run to give me a ‘CAW-CAAAWW’, to the chats with Jason (WtGB), Bobby, Brice, Coach Mel, Coach Russ, to Natalie and Thea, Nicole, Lisa fixing me and trying to keep me together until race day. It sucks that I’ll have to start over, but I wouldn’t do it again with anyone else. I don’t know what the rest of the 2017 season has in store for me. I am hopeful to be able to race and am also hoping to still complete an IRONMAN before the year is out.

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