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mothersmalice-a · 1 year

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post five songs that remind you of your muse. ( marked under keep reading for the sake of everyone else's dash. )

Crying Lightning - Artic Monkeys ( there are a few things abt this that scream NL-era marisa to me, but my favourite comes from the idea of "crying lightning" acting as a metaphor for the silver guillotine. )

The next time that I caught my own reflection / It was on it's way to meet you / Thinking of excuses to postpone / You never looked like yourself from the side / But your profile could not hide / The fact you knew I was approaching your throne With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache / Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war / And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction / There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw. And your pastimes, consisted of the strange / And twisted and deranged / And I hate that little game you had called / "Crying Lightning" / And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons. / Uninviting / But not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are.

Starchild - Ghost Quartet ( a little more somber than what i'd usually think of for her, but i think its a very fitting song to sum up certain instances regarding things like her upbringing & her work, especially via these two verses )

When I was a baby, I was blessed by a stranger / in waters I didn't understand / and now I'm infected with disbelief and blasphemy / I'll never have a holy land / I am a ghost in the eyes of my God. A billion light years away, someone's thinking the same thing / But he's already turned to dust / And the starlight I see is a billion light years old / A ghost just like the rest of us / Nothing I see is here anymore.

Dream Girl Evil - Florence + The Machine ( believe me i'd put the entirety of Dance Fever here if i could, but this, King, Daffodil and Restraint all remind me of her in different ways. )

Did I disappoint you? / Did mommy make you sad? / Do I at least remind you / Of every girl that made you mad? / Make me perfect, make me your fantasy / You know I deserve it / Well, take it out on me. Am I your dream girl? / You think of me in bed / But you could never hold me / You like me better in your head / Make me evil, then I'm an angel instead / At least you'll sanctify me when I'm dead. Watch me shimmer (shimmer) / A projection of your mother (mother) / But don't come crying (crying) / I am nobody's moral center / It cannot hold, it cannot hold.

The Calling - The Amazing Devil ( mainly a song that reminds me of TAS but everything about this song is just so. oh my god. there are also verses i cant fit that absolutely fit her relationship with asriel. )

I look into the waters and see a face I don't understand / We're both unwanted daughters / But there's more than water in these autumn hands / I look into the waters and see a face I don't recognize / Who's this? (Who are you?) / "What changed?" I ask / "So strange, " she replies. Back then, I wasn't hopeful / But now my ink's blood-red, not black / And I'll blink like ripping envelopes / In the hopes that you'll write back / And on the banks of that river / I shiver as a fox stands frozen / And I close them, I close them, I close my eyes. In the waters, I see a face I don't want look back / Do you like my dress? It's got pockets / The rocks beneath my feet begin to crack / Oh, I look into the waters, long ago that current caught us / And we tried, I tried, I really fucking tried / But the rain kept coming down, I watched that woman drown.

Cassandra - Florence + The Machine ( i lied im putting another F+TM one here because the "oh drunken gods" verse will forever be about her to me. )

I used to move into the future, bring it all back / Let it bleed through my fingers, a treasure in my hands / Now I creep out when there's no one about / 'Cause they put crosses on the doors to try and keep me out / The garden's overgrown / And I run in the middle of the road. Take me back / Oh, drunken gods of slaughter / You know I've always been your / Favorite daughter. Well, can you see me? I cannot see you / Everything I thought I knew is falling out of view / And if I run fast enough, could I break apart / As empires crumble and cathedrals flatten in my heart?

tagged by: @evebeforethefall. ♡︎ tagging: anyone who sees this & would like to !

#could go on for hours about picking some of these apart #i also apologise its long i couldnt pick from verses to add in #im starting back on classes soon so im hoping to genuinely write again before then but for now take this #› isms . ‹ study .

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swimfuel · 2 years

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hmmm

i need to redraw my beloved terrifying prince of time rose strider with her 2xbladekind (very sure of this one, the twin long tactical knives mirrors her rolal wandkind PLUS the 2xbladekind vs dave's 1/2bladekind reflects how she "buys in" to bro's training more than dave before she kills him (post with similar vibes to what i mean here although i don't completely agree with it)]

aaaaaaand also her mamas boy brother dave lalonde and his saikind (? not sure abt this one yet but the defensive aspect of the sai fits with the knight of rageisms [and also not sure if i want to keep with the knight of rage part even though Thats What He Is because logistically it's kind of a nightmare? like i COULD go for a rogue of space/light to keep up with the thematics of it all butttttt... :/] and also a play on paint tool sai and Disappointed Sigh Under His Breath at momlonde's momlondeisms)

rose strider is very similar to dirk in a lot of ways but the striking difference is how ANGRY she is... dirk is an asshole who thinks hes the man in the chair but freaks out when he has to execute his Man In The Chair Final Plan whereas rose's worldview shifts and contorts to always fit her endgame plan which is to Kill Her Bro. [But, simultaneously, she hates the feeling that she's Fated To Kill Her Bro. she doesn't want to be told what to do, even by herself.] she idolizes him as a symbol of strength and what she needs to be to Kill Him while despising him as an example of what She Can Never Ever Ever Be (and also because he is abusive lol but she doesn't become fully cognizant that its Abuse and not A Competition for a while) (these are some of my ro-stri thoughts from foreverz ago:::::)

dirkisms are soooo real there... and then theres my beloved dave lalonde :

i read this kidswap thing i cant remember if it was a fic or a thread or what by @/0pacifica on twitter (his mom doesn't have eyes and they do yoga together im a rlly big fan) which inspired my whole train of thought that dave, in a situation where he's being ladled out love like hes the only motherfucker in line at a soup kitchen, is going to quickly develop a reliance on it.....and some more food for thought

dave here still carries some of the impatience and insecurity in his abilities, but instead of it being centered around masculinity he feels like he is responsible for keeping shit running

so in this case the knight of rage would be reticent towards accepting certain truths and strong emotions/anger in himself and would instead really understand them in the external sense

OHHH WOW AND THE FACADE OF HOPE RLY FITS WITH THE WAY HE INTERACTS W MOMLONDE

so yes he slays. he is also terrible and he slays

my basic idea for j-harley on the island is a girl obsessed with the idea of normalcy in a very similar way to how jake is obsessed with dashing adventures and the explorerisms... and that could tie into her transness in a lot of ways most significantly trying to emulate the lives she sees on her shitty early 2000s tv shows.... this is VERY hopecoded

jadebert is the best-adjusted person out there but theres obv room for depth so im gonna just leave the rest up to your imagination. like all these characters are so shaped by their circumstances that its hard to strip them down and see how they’d behave in a completely different environment but its ESPECIALLY hard for me w/ jadey imo i have no idea how to approach this

i have some minimal thoughts on roxy strider OR roxy lalonde w/ dave-lal guardian and dirk lalonde OR dirk strider w/ ro-stri guardian as well but theyre so minimal like Soooo minimal so i wont put them here

#long post like LONGGGGGG POST but i put it under the cut this time yassss

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g1rlcore · 7 years

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#wonder woman was so good and i loved it #and also #as a muslim girl im kind of...tired #and i hate gal gadot for being a piece of shit but the movie was incredible #and i just wanted to watch a fun movie where women are the badass fighters for once #that being said....im super uncomfy with all the white ppl ive seen on my dash #making one throwaway post abt how 'save palestine!!!' and then #never bringing it up again and just talking abt HOW AMAZING GAL GADOTS THIGHS WERE #im letting myself be excited abt this movie now #and thats a reflection of my privilege bc im in a position where i can just ignore what gal gadots done for 2 hrs #but if ur white u shouldnt. shes evil and u need to remember this and #dont pretend like this is a feminist masterpiece bc casting someone that supports genocide isnt feminist!!!#so yeah i really enjoyed the movie but i dont want to praise it without criticism bc. there were bad things surrounding it #and that's my 2 cents if ur white u cant criticize me on this #if ur brown and u think im wrong...talk to me and ill hear u out

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duncvns · 4 years

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Ok hey but you know the scene in stranger things when billy is walking to the pool and all those moms are just thirsting ok imagine that exact thing but the reader is the lifeguard at a private pool for kids with rich parents and she has her sights on Duncan...

okay, i know this has been sitting in my inbox for literal MONTHS but i had too much fun writing this so... enjoy! also this is a little long and i can’t add a cut so im sorry for junking up your dash lol

Your whistle blew, shrill and sharp in your ear as it scolded a child running along the base of the pool. The kid looked up at you, pout so evident on her face as she slowed into a walk.

You've been in this tower since noon today and you were only three hours into your shift. Being a lifeguard had to be one of the most painful experiences you've ever had the misfortune of experiencing. You hated kids - they were annoying, smelly, and... soggy, not to mention the neverending fountain of shit that you almost always had to clean if one of them had an 'accident' in the water.

But, you worked at a country club, a noble, uppity one, to be exact. Soccer moms with their designer totes frequented nearly every day during the summer, and if you were lucky, he would show up, his little girl perched on his hip.

You didn't know his name, you didn't even know how old he was, all you knew was that when he sat out in the sun, shirtless and glistening with sweat, you had to cross your legs to alleviate some pressure.

He made your job somewhat easier to sit through, but he didn't know you existed - you were sure of it. He probably had the picture-perfect family, adorable kids and a soccer mom wife who didn't satisfy him in the bedroom.

But you could...

You caught yourself staring down at him, whistle perched between your teeth weakly. Every time he breathed, excitement would stir within you... God, who was this man?

"Hey, goo goo eyes, your shift is over!" One of your co-workers, Chase shouted up at you, his Hollister sunglasses perched on his nose. He was the run of the mill pretty boy who had been trying to make a move on you for months but kept getting turned down. You didn't like boys your age... they fumbled around too much in the bedroom.

"Thank you, Chad." You grabbed your water bottle, heading down the ladder. Chase huffed from behind you, hating how you would always call him Chad when he irked you even in the slightest bit.

"Its Chase."

"I know." You looked over your shoulder to the man, quickly looking back to Chase when his eyes turned to you.

"You know he's like... 30 years old, right? That dude you're drooling over? Plus, he has a kid. And he's divorced!" Chase spoke in a whisper, scolding you for your 'poor' choice in men. You furrowed your eyebrows, peeking over your shoulder once more to look at the handsome stranger.

"He's divorced? What kind of mindless bimbo would divorce him?" You mumbled, chewing lightly on the tip of your whistle as you saw the man stand, taking his daughter in his arms to dry her off. "God, he has no business looking that good while taking care of a baby."

"Do you need to change your panties? Christ - remind me to hit you up when I'm an old man." Chase pulled the whistle from your teeth before ascending the ladder, getting ready for the evening shift.

The man took a towel, wiping the sweat from his brow as he redressed the child in her bathing suit cover. Once again, you caught yourself staring, only looking away in a panic when he locked eyes with you.

You felt giddy as you turned around to head into the locker room, changing so you could finally go home and shower the stink off of you.

"Hey!" You whipped around quickly at the voice, your forehead knocking straight into someone's nose, someone tall. "Ah, fuck!" The man seethed, a bit of laughter in his voice. "You really got me."

"Oops!" You heard a smaller voice- one of a child's. Then you looked up, hand covering your irritated forehead as you locked eyes with icy blues, ones that were unforgiving as they burned into your iris'.

"Shit, I'm uh- I'm sorry. I didn't mean." You looked over to what seemed to be a smaller, more feminine version of himself.

Fuck. The child.

"Fuck! I'm sorry- oh sh- Jesus Christ..." You facepalmed, telling yourself to shut up.

"It's okay. It's nothing she hasn't heard before. I have quite of a potty mouth at home - purely accidental, though." he chuckles nasally, his free hand still pinching his nose. Blood ran down his hand and your heart dropped.

You made his nose bleed.

"FUCK! I mean- crap! Your nose, holy sh- I mean shoot! Let me get you a tissue. Oh, my God I'm so sorry." You scrambled, digging through your pouch into the first aid kit to fish out a small towel. You handed it to him, watching as he replaced his hand with the tissue.

"Is my daddy going to die?" The little girl tried to reach for the towel, eying her father with worry so prominent in her eyes.

"No. Your daddy isn't going to die. He just got a little boo boo, that's all." You placed your hand on her shoulder comfortingly as the man tried to stop the bleeding in his nose.

"Can you take her while I run to the bathroom and clean up? You seem trustworthy enough."

You nodded, dreamily, still dazed from seeing him so close up. You weren't sure if it was the mild head injury making you dizzy or just the sheer attraction you held for this man, but you were weak. "Sure, yeah. I'll try to watch my mouth from now on."

He smiles under the towel, carefully handing over his daughter. "Allison, this is..." He looked back at you. "I'm sorry, what's your name?"

"My name?"

"Yeah, you're the only person around, aren't you?" You could hear a little laugh that made your heart soar.

"Of course. I'm a dummy..."

"...Your name?" He repeated, causing you to look down in sheer embarrassment.

"Oh! It's Y/N. Sorry." You mumbled, reaching out for the child. "And you're Allison? What a pretty name!"

"Yeah!" She squeaked. "Allison Sh-Shep...ard? Seh-perd? Sea-pard... no. I'm just Allison. Allison S, like a snake!" She giggles, and your heart absolutely melts. She was the cutest little girl - she was her father's reflection.

"Do you know your daddy's name?" You question, hoping to squeeze some information from the child. Allison nodded quickly.

"Mommy calls him Duncan, and when we're alone she calls him a self-cen... centered assho-hole." She rears back, covering her mouth. "Oops! Mommy said not to repeat that to anybody ever! Sorry, red!"

"Red?"

"Yeah, red! Like your pretty bathing suit!" You nod, laughing just a bit before Duncan walks back up to you, his hand landing on your mid-back which caused you to stiffen.

"Sorry about that, I hope Allison wasn't too much of a trouble-maker." He laughs, taking the child in his arm again.

"No, she's adorable. Truly." You cross your hands in front of you, smiling dorkily. "She told me your name is Duncan."

"Oh, right!" He thrusts his hand out to you, for a handshake that you accept. "I'm Duncan Shepherd. Pardon my unprofessionalism."

"Oh, no! It's okay, I promise." His hand wraps around yours, the sheer size of it swallowing yours. He wasn't wearing a wedding ring - good. "You're good..."

Duncan nodded, looking back into your eyes, not speaking. You did the same, just taking in the moment.

"Well, uh. I should probably get home, it's almost her naptime." He looked back down to the ground before he kneeled down to pick something up, your sunglasses. "You dropped these. I was going to give them back to you but instead, I got a bloody nose." He laughed, holding the accessory out to you which you took in your hands.

"Thank you. Once again, I'm so sorry. I can be such a klutz sometimes." You took back the sunglasses, letting your fingers linger over his hand a little longer then what was necessary.

"No problem. I'll see you around?"

"Yeah, I'll see you. Bye Allison! It was so nice to meet you!" The child smiles, before yawning softly.

"Bye, red."

#Duncan Shepherd #duncan shepherd x reader #drabbles #asks

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cerastes · 4 years

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Right, so! It’s been a while, I was absent all of 2019, there’s plenty new followers, there’s Arknights posting (which I bring up because it might have brought you here in the first place), so I think it’s good to do The Introduction To Cerastes we have in here very now and then given that there’s a-plenty new friends, as well as to explain a few things that’ll make life easier to all of us.

HEY HELLO I am Dreamer (or Cerastes, properly pronounced Kerastes, but everyone calls me Dreamer/Drimo), the theme of this blog is “grab bag”, and I jump from one interest to another pretty quickly, but rarely do I ever abandon an interest. So basically, I love a trillion things, and that WILL be reflected in my blogging, be warned. You’ll have anime one second, professional wrestling the next, followed by Gundam, that in turn followed by passionate FromSoft discourse, then mobile games, occasionally sports, then architecture (particularly cathedrals), and so on. If you’re looking for a cohesive, themed blogging experience, that is precisely what you won’t find here, as my interests cover the milky way and thus the blogging is spry and spread.

Disclaimer! I don’t chat much at all, so if you talk to me through IM and I don’t respond immediately or at all but you still see me blogging, I Don’t Hate You, I just don’t chat. My preferred way of communication is through blogging, askbox, and submissions, so please don’t take it personal! I appreciate your UNDERSTANDING.

As it may be apparent, I am very into Arknights right now. Other things I love include FromSoft games (new and old and particularly Armored Core and Soulsborne), Yakuza/Ryu Ga Gotoku, Castlevania, Fate series, Girls’ Frontline, Donkey Impacto the 3rd, Fallout, among others. In general, you’ll see that I Love Video Games So Damn Much and I love talking about them. You’ll figure out my other key interests as we go. It’ll be part of the ADVENTURE.

If I don’t answer your ask or submission immediately, don’t worry, it’s normal. Sometimes I’ll answer something as it arrives, sometimes I’ll take a bit, it’s fine. I do check everything that gets in my inbox. I’m slower on weekdays due to work, so you’ll usually see me more active on weekends. Fair warning, I love messing around in the dash a bunch with my pals, so if your dash becomes an incomprehensible mess of inside jokes or just Rootin’ Tootin’ Buck Wild Blogging, then, well, that’s just How It Be.

If you need me to tag anything, just send me an ask! I don’t publish those, I simply answer privately, so I appreciate if you do that non-anonymously. However, if you wish to do so anonymously nonetheless, that’s fine too. I already tag “epilepsy warning” and a few other things.

I have a No Work Talk policy in this blog with very, very few exceptional situations. If you must know (and I have no qualms with sharing), I am an Industrial/Occupational Psychologist and former Clinical Psychologist (specifically, I used to be a therapist).

And finally, I really don’t think you should be here if you’re under 18. I’m not gonna police or monitor you and the decision is ultimately yours but we’ll get R18, yeah, not in the sense of “PENIS FRIDAY” or anything like that, but there’s lots of risque imagery that’s reblogged for example and other stuff like that. Just be warned.

SO YEAH HEY I hope you enjoy your stay or have realized the danger in which you currently find yourself and have decided to violently skedaddle via self-defenestration THAT’S THAT DIAMONDS, HAVE A DAY AND A FUN.

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bleufrost · 5 years

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Band-aids and Broken Hearts || Jim Hopper x reader 18+

Request: Hopper with the school nurse or a nurse...a bit frosty at first but leads to something...SMUT obviously included.

Requested by: anonymous

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Warnings: smut. thats it.

A/N: im so sorry this took forever for me to write! i thought i would come back and surprise you guys with some smut with good ole jim hopper as a thank you for being patient with me. hope you guys enjoy!

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“Alright, so just try not to run around too much, keep the bandage on, and remember to clean it when you get home.” You finished throwing away the used gauze pads and wrapping from the bandage you had just placed on Dustin Henderson’s leg. Him and his friends were constantly in and out your nurses office, and sometimes you worried that their injuries came from worse than just fun play on the school yard. The young teen gave you a toothless grin, thanking you and getting up to leave.

“Thanks, I promise I’ll be back in tomorrow with a new battle wound.” He laughed as he saw your face, and you could hear his laugh grow louder when you called out a frustrated, “Dustin, that’s not funny!” Shaking your head, you couldn’t help but have a soft spot for the boy. He was a good kid. Your mood instantly shifted though when you heard a knock on the wall by the open door to your station and looked up to see him.

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Jim had just came back from checking out some weird bird attack and was in desperate need of a break. He sat in his office with his feet up, hat down, trying to get some form of sleep before the next oddball disturbance came in that he would surely have to check out. Unfortunately, he had just gotten comfortable when Flo yelled from down the hall. “Jim! You have a call coming in from the middle school, would you like me to take a message?” Jim breathed out an exasperated sigh before deciding it would be easier to just pick up the damn phone himself. “I got it Flo, thanks.” He let out one more long and irritated sigh before putting his feet down and picking up the phone.

Apparently there had been some trouble in the AV Club room and one of the teachers was afraid there was a live animal taking up residence in there. Jim had gone in and checked it out, pushing around some wires and bolts while the jumpy science teacher huddled over his shoulder, yelling at him every few seconds for touching something he shouldn’t be. Turns out there was nothing in there, but Jim had managed to get a pretty nasty cut above his eyebrow when he bent down to get a closer look at one of the cracks in the wall and had been startled by the teacher once again yelling about safety in the club room. He was bleeding, and had been instructed to make his way over to the nurses station, something he did with a bit of hesitation.

He didn’t care for doctors and, although you were not a doctor, he definitely didn’t feel up to seeing you today either. It wasn’t that he didn’t like you, in fact he liked you a little too much; that was the problem. The two of you had gone out for dinner one night and things had escalated pretty quickly, but the next morning Jim snuck out before you could wake up and refused to take any of your calls after. One night stands he could do, but the things he felt while being with you scared him and made him run away like a coward, maybe now would be the chance he needed to apologize; if he could muster up the courage to do so. When he made it to the open door, he knocked against the wall to signal to you of his presence.

Looking up to find Jim Hopper was not what you expected or wanted today. You had harbored feelings for the chief for years before you finally built up the courage to make a move. You two had gone out and had an amazing night together that extended far into the early morning, but still you had woken up alone. It had hurt, but you assumed that he just had to go into the station for something, he was the chief of police after all. Unfortunately, that hope was dashed away when your calls went unanswered and Jim even went so far as to turn the other way when he saw you in the supermarket. He was avoiding you, and you finally gave up and counted it down as a one night event for him, even though you had desperately hoped for more. It left you angry, but there wasn’t really much you could do.

“Can I help you?” Jim avoided eye contact like a professional, and that pissed you off even more. He lifted his hand and pointed at the cut that bled over his brow. “Yeah, got a bit of a scratch here and I was told you could help me out.”

Calling him over to your table, you tell him to sit on the chair beside yours. This was quickly revealed to be a mistake though, as you realized you would now have to stand to be able to comfortably reach his brow where the cut lay. You sigh and get up, grabbing a disinfectant wipe and placing your fingers beneath his chin to guide his head back a bit, giving you better view...of the wound. His beautiful blue eyes had nothing to do with this, yet you couldn't help but notice how stunning they looked even as the dingy yellow school lighting reflected against them.

He caught you staring pretty quickly, but his own urge to look at you won out for a moment before he spoke up. "This gonna sting at all nurse?" That snaps you out if it really quick and you once again move to clean the cut.

"Not as much as it should." You grumble under your breath and Jim sighs loudly. "Look, (y/n) you can be pissed all you want. Shit, you have a right to be mad. I'm not going to apologize though, I did what I had to." You press down harshly and Jim whinces, pulling back.

"You did what you had to? Seriously, Jim? Why the fuck did you use me to get off and then leave like I was some fucking girl you picked up off the street? Why did you have to do that?" Jim reaches up and rubs the base of his nose with his two fingers, sighing heavily before letting his arm fall back to his side. "Is this really a conversation to be having at a school?" That seemed to break you. You were tired and had had enough of this childish game of avoiding feelings.

"You're right, Hopper. You should probably go." Jim looks you in the eye and you almost think he has the nerve to give you a look that made it seem you were hurting him. Shaking his head, he turns around and grabs the bandage from the desk before walking out the door. It's what he was good at.

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The rest of the day seemed to last forever. The hours drug on as your mind constantly wandered back to Jim. Why did he have to be so stubborn? You couldn't understand why he refused to even give you a chance.

The bell rang and the kids left, but you remained in your office. You had some of the students' medicines that needed to be organized and accounted for, and you had nothing to do at home so you made the decision to just stay and fix everything up. It would be a long night, but at least it might keep your mind busier than being home would.

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Jim had spent the whole day cursing himself for being too big of a coward to tell you how he felt. How could something as simple as feelings be so hard for him? At the end of the day, he found himself making final rounds to see if anything needed to be done in Hawkins, and eventually he found himself back at the middle school.

Initially he wasn't planning on stopping. No one would be there so there was no point; but then he noticed the light on. More importantly Jim noticed that it was your office light that was on. And so he parked and forced himself out of the car before he could chicken out again.

You had just placed the last filed medical sheet into the drawer and were turning to lock it up when you noticed Jim standing in the doorway of your office and nearly let out a scream. "Jim, what the hell are you doing here?"

Jim just stares at you for a moment before he walks closer. "Look, (y/n)...I'm not- this kind of thing, you know it's not my thing." You can see the inner turmoil in his eyes, but you honestly don't understand what he's trying to say. "Jim, what are you talking about?" You can feel the confusion on your face, but he just shakes his head.

"I don't know. I just-" he lets out a frustrated sigh before leaning forward and kissing you. You let out a surprised little yelp and he quickly pulls back. "Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to just grab you. That wasn't right-" Once again he's cut off, but this time by you pulling him down to meet your lips in a hungry kiss.

You forgot how much you loved to feel him against you. His lips, his hands, his body. Jim was so warm and big in every possible way and you feel the familiar heat coursing through your veins as he pushes you back against the desk you use everyday. You barely have a chance to breathe as Jim holds you close against his body, pulling you in to press as tightly against him as possible.

He pulls back for a second and looks you in the eye, pushing your hair away from your face gently. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I don't want you regretting anything." You see only genuine concern and honesty in his eyes, and you know that if he leaves again you'll hate him; but if you don't get at least one more night to feel every inch of his body pushed deeply within yours you're going to hate yourself a lot more. "I want this if you do."

That's all he needs to hear as he pushes his lips back to yours. You bite gently and suck on his bottom lip, hearing a low moan escape his throat that sends a shot of warmth straight down between your legs. His chest vibrates as he breathes deeply against you.

Jim pulls back and helps you lift your shirt over your head, eyes looking into yours once more as you shoot him an encouraging smile. His eyes then roam down to take you in. He leans forward and kisses you gently before moving down do suck on your neck more forcefully.

You can't stop the soft sighs from leaving your lips as you feel his hands come up to play with your breasts. Your eyes fall shut and soon you can feel the rough pads of his hands as they make quick work of removing your bra and begin playing with the soft skin of your chest.

You nearly let out a scream as you feel his teeth give a particularly hard bite on your pulse point at the same moment Jim gets bold and begins to roughly pinch at your nipples. He chuckles lowly in his chest and looks back to your face, reveling in the look of your lust blown pupils. "Is that a little too rough for you baby?" You look him in the eyes as you adamantly shake your head. "Never."

It takes only a second for Jim to start up again. This time, he uses that expert tongue to take your nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it gently and then giving your breasts soft licks and blowing cool air on the sensitive buds. You gasp again and your hands fly to his hair, running your nails through his scalp and eliciting a heavenly groan from him that vibrates against your sensitive skin.

Jim reaches down and undoes the button of your pants, pushing down the zipper before shoving his hand into the fabric. His fingers play with the silk of your underwear, tracing up and down your slit through the barrier of your panties. You let out another whimper and moan his name in a desperate little whine; your whole being was aching to feel him and you desperately needed him to touch you. Jim looks at you and lets out a shaky breath.

"What do you want baby? Tell me what you want me to do." Your face flushes red and you look down as you whimper. "Please Jim." He moves his hand, leaving you cold and you move to pull him back but he grabs your hand and pushes it down. Using his other hand, he lifts your face to look at him. "Use your words or you get nothing." It was this demanding side of Jim that attracted you to him years ago, and fuck if it didn't get you even wetter now. "I'm sorry." Jim gives you a stern look. "Sorry, what?" Suddenly your face flushes again as you realize what you forgot to say.

"I'm sorry, sir." Smiling, Jim moves his hand back to remove your pants and underwear the rest of the way. He puts his fingers against your lips and you take them into your mouth immediately. Sucking on them expertly, you swirl your tongue around each finger, making sure they'll be dripping wet when he removes them from your mouth.

Taking them out slowly, Jim breathes deeply again before lowering his hand down to your core. "Now, tell me what you want me to do baby." This time, you look him straight in the eye while answering. "I want you to fuck me, sir. Please, make me scream." Jim groans loudly again before chuckling and slowly pushing his fingers into you.

You let out a loud moan as he pushes in and out of you. His fingers, like many things about him, were huge. He was using them to make sure you were stretched out and soaking wet, and you let your soft moans work as a thank you because you knew you would need the preparation for what was to come.

Leaning down, you feel Jim's warm breath against your clit and almost squeeze your legs shut as his tongue darts out to take it into his mouth. He pushes your legs open, holding them apart as he continues his assault on your little bundle of nerves while still pumping his thick fingers in and out of you.

Suddenly you feel a tight heat radiating through your body. A tightness starts to grow in your core and your legs begin to quiver slightly. Jim looks up at you and laughs against your pussy. "You gonna come for me baby? Come on, come all over my face babygirl. Let me taste you."

That sends you over the edge. Jim speeds up his fingers, licking at your pussy as you feel yourself coming undone. He helps you ride out your orgasm before giving another long lick to your sensitive slit, pulling his sticky fingers out slowly.

You sit there in a daze as you watch him take his fingers into his mouth. He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply before releasing his fingers and leaning over you. "Taste yourself baby." You grab his hand gently and pull his wet fingers into your mouth, sucking lazily as you taste your own juices mixing with the familiar taste of his mouth. You use his arm to pull him down, replacing his fingers with his tongue as you kiss him deeply. Tasting yourself on his lips and tongue sends another rush of warmth down your body and you know that you need him now. Reaching down, you unzip Jim's pants and reach in to pull out his hard length.

He's large and warm against your palm, and your lazy strokes slowly speed up as he lets out a strangled moan that makes you yearn for him even more. You move to get on your knees, but Jim stops you quickly. "Not today baby, I just need to be inside you."

Guiding you back up, Jim wraps his hands underneath your thighs as you jump up, successfully getting propped up on the desk and at perfect level with his hips. You quickly take hold of him again and pump his cock a few times before using your legs to pull his body closer to yours.

“Do you want this baby? Do you want me to fuck you?” You look up expecting to see some form of smirk or general sense that he’s trying to mock your neediness, but Jim looks completely sincere. “I do want this, if you’re willing to give it.” Looking each other in the eyes, you both knew this meant something more than consent to sex; it was a question of whether or not you would both be open and willing this time to be more. You hold your breath in anticipation of what he would respond with, but you don’t wait for long.

Jim sweeps down and kisses you with an open passion so unlike anything you’ve received from him in the past. He holds your face in his palm and pulls back, looking at you and allowing you to really see him for the first time ever. “I think I’m more than willing to now.” He smiles gently and you return the look of glee, but that smile is wiped from your face as you feel him push into you. A loud moan escapes your lips and Jim groans lowly in your ear, entering slowly before he finally fills you all the way up. “Are you alright babygirl?” He mumbles against your skin, breathing in a deep breath of air that hitches when you roll your hips against his. “I’m more than alright.”

Jim chuckles, making possibly the most sexy sound you had ever heard. He takes your thigh in his hand and rubs it gently, starting to move in and out in a delicious way. You struggle to contain your moans as he picks up the pace, your hips moving to meet his of their own accord. He lifts your thighs up further, giving himself both a better view and deeper access to your tight heat. Jim is moaning loudly above you, and with each moan you’re driven further and further toward the edge.

“God you are so fucking wet for me baby. You like feeling me inside you? You wanna cum for me sweetheart?” His voice alone could get you off and the shocking heat radiating from your core is slowly taking hold of your entire body. You let out a little whine as you feel his thumb on your clit, rubbing tight little circles on it that are nearly pushing you to the edge. He slaps it roughly and you scream at the painful flash of pleasure it erupts. “You have to answer me baby.” Jim’s dark, lust blown pupils let you know that he isn’t messing around right now, so you don’t even try to misbehave; part of you wonders if you could have even tried to deny him at all in that moment. “Yes sir, I want to cum for you.” Jim chuckles again, but it slowly turns into a growl as he speeds up his thrusting. His fingers find their way back to your clit and he runs his thumb over it at a brutal pace.

“Come on baby, cum all over me. I want to feel your little pussy get tight for me.” If you weren’t about to unravel before, his voice definitely sealed the deal. Your legs start to shake as you feel the tight coil within your belly spring loose and in an instant your whole body is quivering as your orgasm erupts from that place deep within you that only Jim can unlock.

Jim’s hips are still moving, helping you ride out your orgasm as your walls begin to milk him of his release. He lets out a cry and kisses you roughly, his hot cum shooting itself deep within you. You both breathe heavily and you remain unmoving aside from a few sweet little kisses as you come down from your highs. When you can finally trust yourself not to collapse from standing, you sit up on the desk and Jim steps back, offering you a hand before thinking better and lifting you off the desk to place you on the ground. You both grab your clothes and begin putting them back on, and the silence is beginning to worry you as you realize that promises made in the middle of passionate sex don’t always hold up afterward. Just as you are about to speak, Jim beats you to it.

“Would you want to maybe go out and get some dinner tomorrow?” He’s looking down nervously, avoiding eye contact in an attempt to save face in the event that you reject him.

You smile and place your hand on his face to guide him back to look at you before placing a small kiss on his lips.

“Pick me up at eight.”

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wexhappyxfew · 4 years

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20, 30, and 34 for the fic writer ask game!! - pxpeyewynn ❤️ (have to anon bc it’s a sideblog 😔)

aw hello!! and thats totally fine 😊💛 i still ADORE you!! :) thank u sm for asking these, im always super excited!!

20. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

i think i’ve said this before but i really love when your in the thick of it and you get these beautiful bits of description or a character’s interior monologue, i don’t know what it is, but stringing it together so beautifully with words and poetic phrases, i just LOVE that part of writing. and i think that’s why i like writing so much. by just putting words together you can make people feel something, and i think that’s the best part about it all!! :)

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.

ok so i had to post a section where there were really no little spoilers or anything so here’s our two favorite medics, those respectful lil beans, in a scene in why we fight!

" You know, Gene," Lizzie said as she put a bobby pin into her braid crown, where she sat criss cross in front of the mirror on the counter, " these are some of the best bobby pins I've ever used." Gene was sitting next to her smoking a cigarette beside her, and swinging his feet off the counter.

" Lucky find." Gene said with a smirk her way as he blew out some smoke. Lizzie leaned back from her masterpiece and adjusted a few pieces of hair from her eyes.

" Still got the magic touch." Lizzie said, proud of herself.

" It looks nice." Gene said as he blew out another trail of smoke.

" My mom always did these for me as a kid. I loved them, thought I was Snow White." Lizzie said. Gene smiled at her. Lizzie glanced at the cigarette in his hand.

" All my time in war and I've never tried one." Lizzie said scrunching up her nose as she stared at the thing in his hand.

" I wouldn't if I were you." Gene said told her. Lizzie raised a brow at him.

" I'm a tough girl." she said, reaching out her hand.

" A tough girl who'll get lung disease if she tries it." Gene said pulling back.

" Then why are you smoking it?" Lizzie asked leaning forward with a smirk.

" It weeds off the stress." Gene told her, pushing it to his mouth again, but Lizzie quickly grabbing it from his hand and placed it on her lip. One puff and she was done, coughing and hacking on the smoke. She hated it.

" Told you. You're too pure for that." Gene told her and Lizzie glared at him.

" Not my issue that I have a trashy immune system." Lizzie said and Gene looked over at her.

" Really?"

" Yep, no wonder that pneumonia last 2 months." Lizzie said, before jumping off the counter and to her feet. Gene sighed, before finishing the smoke.

" You wanna head over to the Current Event lecture?" Lizzie asked him, as Gene moved off the counter. Gene smirked at her.

" Yeah right." Gene told her as he picked up a box of bandages. Lizzie pouted.

" I'm not gonna listen to Nixon drone on, when I can listen to silence instead." Gene told her.

" You make a good point, good sir." Lizzie said, holding out her hand for a shake.

" I'm glad I do, mademoiselle, I always do." Gene said shaking it with a slight smirk.

" Shut up." she muttered, " I'll just bring the news back to you."

" Thanks, I'll pack the rest of this up." Gene told her as she backed up with a mock salute his way, before turning and dashing out. It was her and Gene's thing over the past month, to do weird little thing like they were old Englishmen in London grabbing tea, or they were commanders to each other, giving little salutes every so often. It made them laugh.

34. How much of yourself and your life experiences do you put into your writing? What do you think your readers’ image of you is?

i put a lot of myself into say my main oc, but i really don’t put my life experiences into my stories :) i have a good family, and i am so thankful for my life, so i usually tear away from that sometimes to show that not everyone who is the oc has a perfect family or a good life! for charlotte tarvers my main oc, she is a character who i feel is extremely reflective of myself, just because i put a lot of myself into her. i don’t know how to describe it, but i think writing a character similar to myself made things easier, because i could easily relate and know how she would react, and it was especially helpful when writing my first published fanfic on wattpad so yeah!! :)

i’m not really sure what my readers’ image of me is! people always say i’m super nice and that they notice i take a lot of care in my writing, and to answer back at the comments, even if it’s the tiniest thing. people just say i’m really nice, but to be honest, i haven’t thought much about it, i’ve been busy writing so much LOL but i’m so appreciative to be told that!! <3

thank you so much for your questions!! i had fun answering these!!

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vronnica · 5 years

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‹ ･｡ ☾ [ blackpink vc ] hey boys. soz for missing plotting hour and opening… my bf wanted a cheese and wine night, so y’all know i was knocked af for like 12+ hrs. but now i am back and ready for action ! HENNYWAYS,,, i’m acacia ( she/her ), i’m twenty years of age, and i hail from the pst timezone ! i love kpop ( specifically got7 and blackpink. however, my ult bias is vernon from seventeen. if you know, you know. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ), milk tea, and mac and cheese. sooo sorry you’re all trapped in this rp w/ me. but y’all will learn to adore my 3am messages and casual spam on the dash. with that being said, under the cut you’ll find out more about my piece of shit baby angel, ronnie ! if you want ur muse to be friends with the stereotypical rich bitch. keep on readin bbs ;) psa: if you like this then you’re obligated to plot with me srry but i don’t make the rules. ( i’m jk please like this or i’ll cry. ) i’ll either slide in your IMs or you can contact me on discord @ mlilk#3162

jennie kim & cisfemale • hey, isn’t that veronica moon? she is that twenty-two year old that’s been living in conyers farm for twenty years. did you know her family is worth $18B? no wonder she is so ingenious & haughty. she is known around the estates as the aesthete, after all.

Q U I C K G U I D E O F V E R O N I C A

PINTEREST BOARD

STATISTICS PAGE

RELATIONSHIPS ( WANTED CONNECTIONS )

H E R D A I L Y R O U T I N E

in veronica’s dreams, she is the epitome of a morning person. in reality, she’s a two in the afternoon kind of person. however, her schedule does not allow her to do that. so she does everything possible to transform herself into a morning person. new white rays shine through the window as she lies in her queen sized bed. she lifts up the aqua colored silk eye mask and the warm ball of light filtered through her thin eyelids. it takes her a moment to adjust but eventually her eyes flutter open to reveal the exhaust in her chocolate brown hues. she extends her arm out to her bed side table, grabbing ahold of her phone. she clears out the notifications that do not automatically appeal to her and checks the ones that do. after five minutes of procrastinating, she finally slips out of bed.

ronnie trudges her feet against the hardwood floor, making her way over to her bathroom. with a flick of a switch, the bright light from the crystal chandelier fills up the room. she runs herself a bath. filling the tub with lavender and jasmine bath salts. her le soir silk night slip pools around her feet as she climbs into the warm water. she’s completely and utterly relaxed. the time passes too quickly and she’s back on her feet. she wraps the fluffy white towel around her small frame and walks into her closet. winter, her favorite time of the year. she picks out a classic veronica moon outfit. a light orange and black tartan patterned dress paired with her wool cashmere burberry coat. and with a single spritz of her chanel no.5 onto her chest, she’s ready for the day.

B A C K S T O R Y

moon jisung, ( chairman and co-owner of urban place resorts / hotels ) met vanessa ross ( retired model, turned fashion designer ) back in 1995 at one of vanessa’s casting calls. that, of course, was being held at urban place’s gangnam location. it definitely was not love at first sight. vanessa’s serious aura made jisung think she was a lawyer. jisung’s spazzy persona had vanessa thinking, “ this man is the chairman ? ” their relationship remained business. until one day jisung accidentally texted the designer one letter, “ q. ” from there, the relationship blossomed.

october 29, 1996, veronica moon was born, the moon family was complete, and they’re absolutely perfect. two years after she was born, jisung and vanessa decided to make a permanent home in conyers farm. therefore, veronica grew up in a really nice household. nice cars, designer clothes, and every day was a vacation. she was constantly spoiled. always given whatever she wants, whenever she wants. and of course, she’s used to getting her way all the time. ultimately making her: bad and boujee. her family is loaded. ( duh every1′s is. ) and she’s always been surrounded by lots of love and luxury.

being the only child, ronnie never had any consequences. in school, she became sort of a bully. she was very ruthless and cold. she had that, “i’ll do anything to get where i need to be,” personality. and if it meant paying someone to transfer the other student threatening her valedictorian spot, then yes, of course she’d do that. people either hated her or loved her. there was no in between. she kept her clique small. ( yes, a clique, which indeed was very exclusive. invite only. think of regina george or blair waldorf. ) she ran her school and she liked to keep it that way.

once she graduated she became more of an adult about things. but, old habits die hard. therefore, some of those traits she developed in school still linger with her til this day. just a little more filtered. ( truly, just a tad bit. ) she got accepted into almost every ivy league college. her mother gave her the option to just pass on college. her father on the other hand, encouraged her to go to school to have the major under her belt. ultimately, she decided to go to yale and major in art history. ( she chose yale because it was only a little over an hour away from conyers. ) though, now, most of her classes are being completed online.

present time: veronica is currently taking a semester off school to really think about what she wants to do after she graduates. at the moment, she spends a majority of her time working on her art. growing up she always had an artistic eye. vanessa ( being a fashion designer ) taught her all the techniques when it came to drawing for fashion. though eventually, veronica steered away from the clothing industry and found herself drawing more intricate works of art.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

too long; didn’t read: an angel with a halo unbalanced with horns, not a devil but not a saint either ?? kind yet has a backbone. softer than what she seems like. humorous and witty though understanding. mistrusting but willing to let loyalty speak. wealthy but tries not to depend on her family. stays away from the king glitterati lifestyle and fronts as if she’s just a normal gal livin’ in conyers etcetc.

she has that tell it like it is personality. she just calls it likes she sees it. even if she’s not exactly right. she’s literally drowning in her riches. making her materialistic af. some people might think she’s that dumb bimbo rich bitch. but she’s actually very VERY smart. witty and intelligent to be exact.

super particular when it comes to most things. ( high maintenance queen. ) she wants things done correctly. so she often runs by the quote, “ if you want things right you gotta do it yourself. ” she absolutely despises like relying on others to get things done when she knows she could do it faster and better. a little bit of a ocd queen.

her instagram = her job. it’s filled with ootds, selfies, food pics. but most importantly: her art. it’s the platform she uses to show people she isn’t just a pretty rich girl. she has talent. ( *insert "the kardashian's have no talent" - proven wrong in 7 minutes vid.* )

she’s very dedicated to her work, thus making her very goal oriented. she’s very creative and she’s actually a very good artist. she’s one of those people that set their mind to something and goes through with it until the end. i’m sure she picked up doodling and bullet journaling while growing up. *plays boss ass bitch vine.*

too long; didn’t read pt. 2: she’s slowly growing out of her tough head of hair and morphing into a young woman so beautiful over the years, but also at times, terrifying ?? self destructive ?? even if she’ll never let anyone see her deteriorate her insides sigh. she’s a hot mess. but she tries her best to hide that shit. yeye sweg.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

FRIENDSHIPS: she has plenty of friends, at least in her head. in reality, she just knows a lot of people through her many connections. so she has many affiliations. but never real friends. she’s very particular with the people she associates herself with. she believes that those around you reflect who you are as a person as well. therefore, she only surrounds herself with the best of the best. she may not be the best person to tell your secrets too either because she’s quite the gossip queen. but she can probably persuade you to trust her. rip. however, if you are a close friend of her’s, she’s very loyal to those who are loyal to her. which means she’d never do you dirty. but that’s only if she really cares about you. she’s a really great listener and she’s willing to give advice to those are willing to take it. plus, she’s the type to spoil the people she loves. so expect the best christmas gifts ever if u rollin’ with her.

honestly, she really does need to surround herself with good people with genuinely good intentions. so please, someone teach her what loyalty is.

bonus points if they’ve been friends for awhile. displays loyalty.

ENEMIES: she was bully in high school. so you know this girl has more than enough enemies ( and haters. ) she uses people, she pushes people around, etc etc. like she has some very evil intentions. she’s vengeful and irrational. she puts fuel to drama and loves to see people crash and burn. why ? she wants that reassurance that she is flourishing above all. she never wants to be belittled and will do anything to remain on the very top. however,,, ronnie does have some good intentions. she leans more to the chaotic neutral side. ( maybe tilted a bit more towards evil, but still. ) deep deeeeep deeeeeeeeeeep down the girl is trust issue central when it comes to letting people in. she can’t help it. she’s like that one rihanna meme, them: you can’t just cut people off. ronnie: *holds a pair of scissors* she doesn’t have problem with letting people go. so people think she’s a bitch because, “how could you just drop our five year long friendship like that.” and she’d just shrug. but really, she’s hurting beyond repair and will go home crying while eating a thing of ben & jerry’s chunky monkey.

there’s always that possibility where a friendship just didn’t work out. maybe they just stopped having time for each other and now it’s just mad awk. whatever it is, an enemy would b beaut.

veronica absolutely needs enemies. give her many. plenty. an abundance please.

LOVERS: i have a feeling she’s dabbled in the dating world. she’s had a few boyfriends, dates, etc. but most likely nothing LONG TERM. possibly because she doesn’t see the point unless it’s for marriage. just like her mom and dad. she has this [ beyoncé vc ] independent woman facade going on right now. which makes her seem like she doesn’t want anyone. but she’s secretly a hopeless romantic. this girl would love to be loved. and she truly needs it. she’s probably read tons of books about love and fluffy shit like that. it’d be a hard mission to win this girl over. but not impossible. she just has high expectations when it comes to relationships. so someone rlly needs to come here and treat this girl right.

100% dabbles in the quick hook ups for the sake of fulfilling those needs.

though, if the right person were to come along… she’d be loyal to them, completely devoted to just them.

CONGRATULATIONS ! you made it to end ! if you read all of this… i love you. i only ever write so much bc… it gets me in character lmao. also, i wrote all of this literally the moment i woke up so pls excuse any mistakes. i would really love to plot with everyone. so just slide into my IMs and we can get things started !! luv u *blows a kiss*

#trustfunds:intro #idk why i'm ALWAYS late to things #kill m e ;-)))

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moldypieceoflasagna · 6 years

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36 questions that nobody asked me

(except @lollipoppedchainsaw )

(the 36 questions that lead to love or whatever) https://www.nytimes.com/2015/01/11/fashion/no-37-big-wedding-or-small.html

1. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?

I hate going out to dinner so much i probably wouldnt be able to enjoy it properly

2. Would you like to be famous? In what way?

It would be interesting to see what it’s like for a short period of time, but i’d never be able to keep it up; i’d probably have an identity crisis

3. Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why?

yes i have to mentally prepare myself 100% of the time

4. What would constitute a “perfect” day for you?

hanging out with the people i love is enough to keep me happy for a good while tbh. sitting around doing nothing literally nothing with them is endlessly entertaining to me even though sometimes i might make that hard to believe

5. When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?

i sing to myself a lot, not so much to others- although i AM a slut for karaoke

6. If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?

body because i feel thats probably what old people complain about most. plus like,, 90 years of life knowledge? sounds great to me

7. Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?

probably an accident that’s almost statistically impossible

8. Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common.

single rn (ladies) but i usually try to find friends with similar music tastes because scream-singing in the car is the most fun one can have

9. For what in your life do you feel most grateful?

im most grateful for my dogs and for my friends! i love them and it means the world to me to have people that i can call family. also i would die without my dog juno, she is my rock (and my therapist)

10. If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?

Not rly how i was raised, but i wish i had a closer relationship with my older siblings. Three of them had moved out before i was rly old enough to not be an asshole child, so most of them still see me as an asshole child and they never take me seriously. im glad i have an alright relationship with them, but that’s kinda all it is and i know i could do better

11. Take four minutes and tell your partner your life story in as much detail as possible.

Lived in Texas my whole life yeehaw. I have 2 brothers and 2 sisters; 2 of them dont like me, and my relationship with the other 2 is,, certainly not bad. Had a lot of physical and mental illness in the past, but 20gayteen is definitely my year, yeet

12. If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?

either speaking a different language or playing the piano. im very jealous of good piano players, and at some point i need to be able to speak a more useful language than french because so far in texas it’s proved absolutely useless (other than talking to my mom but that doesnt count)

13. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?

I’d wanna know wtf im supposed to do with my life because sweaty i still have no idea. passion? dont know her please introduce me

14. Is there something that you’ve dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it?

i wanna go skydiving bitch, no one wants to go with me! pussies!!! the lot of you

15. What is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

that one time i did an entire semester’s worth of work in the last three days of the school year

16. What do you value most in a friendship?

being able to put up with my huge fucking mouth. also honesty is super important, even if it’ll make me feel shitty

17. What is your most treasured memory?

when i went camping with a bunch of friends and they were bitter i got to be in the middle of the tent because they were all cold. either that or the time i was getting really bad sleep paralysis and @lonelywaterfall & @skity stayed over so my paranoia didnt render me completely useless,,, also the paramore concert lol ive never been more vulnerable in my life.

18. What is your most terrible memory?

coming out to my mom haha

19. If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? Why?

i’d go on a trip around the world to explore/to see a few people, and i’d put extra effort into my gender expression

20. What does friendship mean to you?

comfortable silence is my kink. also emotional vulnerability and SAD BOY HOURS we cant forget those

21. What roles do love and affection play in your life?

I’m such a slut for physical affection yall have no idea please hug me as much as possible and play with my hair or my hands

22. Alternate sharing something you consider a positive characteristic of your partner. Share a total of five items.

i guess ill do the same with previous partners so.. i think being funny is probably the #1 thing i appreciate in someone. when you make me laugh so hard i cry, just know that’s like. peak. also stubbornness is strangely attractive to me, plus like,,, uh having an unexpected soft side? an appreciation of art is super important, too. also SPOON VERSATILITY.

23. How close and warm is your family? Do you feel your childhood was happier than most other people’s?

it was probably happier than a lot of people’s but there wasnt much to it. plus being the youngest in my ENTIRE family really sucked during my childhood because everyone picked on me and i think that’s probably what started a lot of my issues lol

24. How do you feel about your relationship with your mother?

better than it could be, but definitely not what i want it to be. we both love each other and i admire her work ethic, but she gave me a lot of anxiety problems (both genetically and not) and she isnt the most understanding person. i have hope though, people change

25. Make three true “we” statements each. For instance, “We are both in this room feeling …

I’m hungry and sitting alone in front of my computer feeling like OVERSHARING ON THIS BEAUTIFUL THURSDAY MORNING, BOYS

26. Complete this sentence: “I wish I had someone with whom I could share …

many, MANY animals and a lighthouse in the middle of nowhere

27. If you were going to become a close friend with your partner, please share what would be important for him or her to know.

I’m REALLY insecure about my body xd

28. Tell your partner what you like about them; be very honest this time, saying things that you might not say to someone you’ve just met.

LOVE feeling safe.

29. Share an embarrassing moment in your life.

probably every time that i’ve ever worn a dress, because i really,, really dont like wearing dresses and that’s it

30. When did you last cry in front of another person? By yourself?

last cried by myself this morning and last cried in front of another person at my friend’s birthday party

31. Tell your partner something that you like about them already.

no partner but if youre reading this im rly proud of ur attention span. gj buddy

32. What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?

i think most things can be joked about after a certain amount of time, but like,, it has to actually be funny and it has to come from someone i know isnt serious about it. if a joke is made just for the purpose of being offensive and edgy, it’s never funny no tea just truth.

33. If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven’t you told them yet?

i’d regret not spending enough time with people that i love, not traveling as much as i should have, and also i’d regret not formally coming out of the closet to my family (they probably already been done knew but like. yknow). i came out to myself & the people closest to me a LONG ass time ago, but i’ve kinda seen what it did to my immediate family so im not too excited to do that to my extended family. if i’m not too much of a pussy, ill probably do it in the summer when i see them next, bc ive been meaning to for a while.

34. Your house, containing everything you own, catches fire. After saving your loved ones and pets, you have time to safely make a final dash to save any one item. What would it be? Why?

is it bad of me to say my computer? i feel like everyone else has a much more meaningful answer lol. it would probably either be that or the papers i keep on my bulletin board, bc most of them hold a lot of sentimental value (also my prescriptions would be a pain to get copies of)

35. Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing? Why?

either of my parents because i dont want them dying before i reach the point where i can expect them to be happy for me when i marry a girl

36. Share a personal problem and ask your partner’s advice on how he or she might handle it. Also, ask your partner to reflect back to you how you seem to be feeling about the problem you have chosen.

personal problems? what’re those lmfao dont have any srry try me again later

i’m too much of a pussy to tag certain people so if you see this and I've had any sort of conversation with you, do it coward

(also @skity @drawinintherain )

#love exposing myself to people on the internet #hot

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thorne93 · 7 years

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The Right Path (Part 4)

Prompt: (From request) Hi! I was wondering, would you it be okay to request a Charles Xavier x telepath!reader? Where they have a mind link since their ability first showed up and so they already know each other even before theyve actually met and then he finds her when he first uses Cerebo and he and Erik go to her first?? Its an idea ive had for a while, but im not nearly an amazing writer like you!

Word Count: 2518

Warning: language (maybe??), child abuse, mental and physical abuse, depression…

Note: I LOVED this request. Thank you for sending it in. I am so sorry it took so long to write. I hope I did it justice dear. Plus, thank you for the super sweet note ; ) Beta’d by none other than @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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“So who else have you all recruited?” you asked curiously.

“So far, just you,” Charles informed, his eyes flashing to your reflection in the rearview mirror. “We have many more though that we’re going to be meeting with. Until we gather them all, you’ll be with my friend Raven.”

Disappointment settled on your heart as you sat back and your eyes cast to the floor. You didn’t wait four years for your mystery dream man to show up just to get punted off to his sister.

“Oh, okay,” you said, trying to keep your voice even, but the dejection had injected itself into the statement.

“Or,” Charles began again, dragging the word out, “you could join us? Meet all the new recruits.”

Your face lit up several degrees. “Yes. Whatever gets me to stay around you,” you admitted. In a quieter voice, you added, “I only trust you…”

“That’s fair,” Charles stated.

“So, Y/N, you’re a telepath,” Erik questioned over his shoulder.

“It would appear so,” you breathed, a little excited to have a name to your power.

“So can you do everything Charles can or are you different?” he asked.

“Uh, I’m not sure. I can hear people’s thoughts and can’t get it to stop. It’s like I’m tuned into a hundred radio stations all at once,” you informed. “What all can you do Charles?” you asked curiously, now that Erik made the statement.

“Alright, alright,” Charles delicately admonished. “Poor Y/N doesn’t need an interrogation. She’s been through quite enough,” he ordered softly.

“No...I don’t mind. I’ve never had anyone to talk to about this. The only people who ever knew were my parents and they...didn’t accept me. I would love to talk to you all about this.”

Erik looked back to the driver. “See? She’d love to talk about it!” he boasted, clearly proud of himself. “So how far can you reach?”

“I think about half a mile…” You closed your eyes and let your mind relax to hear the furthest mind you could. “The man in that red and brown Buick,” you said pointing. “Anything beyond him I can’t hear,” you informed with a half smile. “How about you, Erik? What can you do with metal?” you questioned innocently.

Erik’s face twisted to a mask of question before realization took over. He gave a small nod then smiled and said, “I’m not too sure yet. I can move just about any object big or small.”

“Like a tank?” you asked.

“Yes.”

“What about the metal from a bobby pin?” you asked with a coy grin.

In two seconds, a bobby pin was in Erik’s hand.

“Would you like this back?” he asked with a mischievous look in his eye.

You felt your hair, and yep - a pin to pin your sides back was gone. You laughed lightly. “That’s amazing,” you acknowledged sweetly before reaching forward to retrieve your pin and fix your hair.

“That’s a shame. You looked so great with your hair down,” Erik noted with a dreamy look on his face that made you blush like a madwoman.

“Uh...Uh..Thank you,” you quietly said.

Charles gripped the steering wheel a little harder, his knuckles turning white but you didn’t see that due to staring into Erik’s eyes and getting absolutely lost in them.

A rough clearing of the throat broke the trance you two had.

“Uh, Y/N, I thought you’d be interested to know that we’re going to work on making it so your gift is more controllable,” Charles stated suddenly with a nod. “I feel that you and I should be able to get a great deal done together.”

“Really?” you asked hopefully.

“Absolutely.”

“Will I be able to do everything you can?” you asked quietly, so quietly, in fact you weren’t sure they heard you.

“Perhaps,” Charles granted after a moment of thinking. You tried very hard not to invade either of their minds but you and Charles were very much linked. You could hear every thought he had but you tried to tune it out like a radio in the background, but it was almost as if the radio was on full blast and both speakers were beside your ears.

It was hard to ignore.

“With training, yes, you should be able to do most of what I can do,” he stated.

“And you can stop time, project yourself...make people do what you want…” you listed, the abilities he had were just in your mind. You weren’t sure if he had thought about them or if you simply knew what he could do, but you just knew.

He cleared his throat. “Yes, that’s right. Can you read my mind right now?”

“I can read everyone’s mind....all the time,” you sadly informed, your eyes drifting to the car window as you watched the scenery blur by.

“That can’t have been easy,” Erik commented softly while he stared at you.

You shrugged and looked back to him with pained eyes. “It’s not the reading the mind that hurts...it’s the reaction to the ability to be able to. For seventeen years, I was a normal girl. I went to school, got decent grades, had friends...And then one day, I get this totally groovy ability, right? I can read minds. I’m suddenly...different. In my mind, this is a good thing. I’m finally different from all the other girls on my block or in my school…” You stopped, recalling the first time you discovered your power. “But then suddenly...It’s not as cool as I think it is, you know?” you asked rhetorically, your eyes drifting up to his. “My parents thought I was possessed, my friends saw me as a reclusive freak, neighbors whispered about me. This power that I suddenly had, that I was thrilled for...instantly became the reason for me being an outcast. It did the opposite of what I wanted. Instead of being cool and powerful, I just heard judgement, ridicule, hatred, cruelty wherever I went. Even if it wasn’t for me, it was for people around me…” You shrugged again, laughing quietly without humor. “I just….I had always wanted to be different, to be special, but when I got my wish I lost everything else.”

“I’m sorry,” Erik offered after some time passed and no one had said anything.

You smiled. “It’s fine. If they can’t accept me for who I am, I don’t need them in my life,” you explained. “I don’t blame the power. It isn’t the telepathy’s fault that my family and friends hated me.”

“You’re very brave for feeling that way,” Charles commended sweetly. “A lot of people wouldn’t see it the way you do.”

You nodded and laughed again. “I know….That’s what the sad part is.” After a moment, you piped up again, a cheerier tone in your voice. “It’s not all bad though. If I didn’t hear all the bad things people think, I wouldn't understand that lots of people are going through their own trials. People are usually only nasty to other people because they can’t deal with what’s being thrown at them. It’s given me the gift of compassion.”

The car seemed to be statically charged with sorrow and tension.

You took a deep breath. “Well enough about me. Charles, when did your powers come about?” you asked, changing subjects to get to know the man you had desperately yearned for for years now.

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After a few days and driving all over the east coast, Charles and Erik finally finished their recruiting process. Now the group of the recruits they had gathered were in a room at the CIA. You hadn’t been told much except to stop this Shaw man, but none of you knew exactly how you’d be helpful.

While the other’s carried on and talked about themselves, you couldn’t help but focus on Charles, thinking of all the things you agreed on or loved. It turned out that you two shared more in common than just your mutation. You loved the same books, movies, music, even shared political views, though you didn’t touch on them too much.

But on the other hand, you and Erik seemed to get along swimmingly as well. It was peculiar. He was dashing, charming, and kind. You couldn’t help but feel a pull to him as well, after all, he’d been tormented for his powers just as you had been. That alone seemed to bond you two.

The team of recruits had been prattling on about all sorts of things but you kept to yourself in one corner, as you always did. It was easier this way. Even if these other young adults were mutants, that didn’t make them your friend. Charles and Erik, they were your friends. Charles had known you a long time, Erik shared the pain of rejection from peers, and worse. They were your allies. These people...well, being mutant didn’t make you bonded.

The girl that Charles treated like a sister suddenly spoke up and said, “We should think of code names. We're government agents now. We should have secret code names. I want to be called Mystique.”

Another boy named Sean responded, “Damn! I wanted to be called Mystique.”

She suddenly transformed herself to look exactly like him and stated, “I am way more mysterious than you.”

Everyone clapped but you merely shook your head and looked back down at the chair you were in. You knew all of their powers. To be honest, you’d been picking their brains the entire time. You tried not to do that in day to day life, but being with other mutants, you couldn’t help but be fascinated and wonder what they could do, how they thought, their story, their life. So far, they all had their fair share of being left out, being left behind. That might be why they were trying to form this brotherhood, this comradery. But you just couldn’t join in on the spirit.

They went through their powers, discussing code names.

Sean whistled and broke the glass and your old habits came back hard, reminded you of the beatings your father gave you when the slightest thing went wrong.

“No!” you suddenly shouted. Everyone turned to face you.

“You okay?” Raven asked.

“No! You just broke that. Do you know what you’ve done?” you asked in a panic.

“Relax. It’s just a window,” Raven assured.

You shook your head and turned your back to them, effectively ending the conversation. You wouldn’t be held accountable for their miscreant behavior. They went back to practically ignoring you, which was fine by you. A few more minutes passed before they were suddenly cheering the Summers boy on to perform his mutation. He stepped out of the broken window and you saw in his mind what he was going to do, the sight alarming you. You jumped up and jogged to the opening.

“Wait! Alex, don’t!” you pleaded.

“What’s the big deal?” Angel asked.

“He’s going to destroy that statue,” you informed, gesturing to the item in question.

“Big deal? We don’t know him. Go for it, Alex!” Sean encouraged.

He told everyone to get down, so you ran back to the corner, ducking and covering your head until you heard his energy whirl out and strike the bronze statue, slicing it like hot butter. They cheered but you stood up, getting more and more frustrated. They were going to cause more destruction, think it was fun, and end up getting you all in trouble - or worse. You’d spent most of your life tiptoeing around and being more than extra cautious, you wouldn’t let this group of misfits destroy that.

When they were done cheering for Alex, they turned to you.

“So what about you?” Raven asked.

“What about me?”

“What can you do?” she wondered.

“I...read minds,” you stated quietly, your arms drawn over your chest.

“So you’re like Charles,” she assessed, a sweet glimmer in her eye.

You shrugged. “Not as powerful and I can’t do everything he does.”

“Like what can’t you do?” Hank wondered.

“I can’t project myself into your mind and make you see me. I can talk to you, I can hear your thoughts, shift through memories, and maybe make you do something you weren’t going to do on your own...but I can’t practically stop time or make you forget things…”

“Make me dance,” Sean instructed with glee.

“I don’t think any sort of mutation will help that,” you teased lightly as you saw in his mind’s eye what he could do as far as dancing went. The group laughed at your witty remark.

“So what do you want your codename to be?” Raven asked excitedly.

You shrugged again. “I don’t know.” Codenames, friendship, all of this was foreign. You just wanted to help Charles and move on.

“What about Voyance?” Hank asked.

“You mean like, clairvoyance?” you questioned, liking the sound of it.

“Voyance is french for vision...so…” he said, offering a small smile.

“I like it,” you commented.

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The rest of the group continued to party and talk, nearly tearing the room down. You had nearly begged twice for them to stop. They were showing their powers off, partying, drinking, hitting each other for fun...It was a madhouse.

Suddenly, Charles mind was near yours. He wasn’t speaking to you, and you weren’t trying to hear him, but his voice stuck out to you like an old friend’s in a crowd. Your head snapped up and you heard his and Erik’s conversation. He was trying to convince Erik and the agent Moira that the group was up to the task of fighting Shaw.

They rounded the corner, to behold the sight of the kids behaving wildly. Their eyes went wide with confusion and anger.

Moira spoke first. “What're you doing? Who destroyed the statue?”

Hank quickly ratted him out and said, “It was Alex.”

Raven retorted, “No. Havok. We have to call him Havok. That's his name now. And we were thinking, you should be Professor X, and you should be Magneto.” She was pointing to the both of them.

Erik shook his head in disappointment. “Exceptional,” he sarcastically remarked.

“I expect more from you,” Charles noted. His eyes shot to yours, and you could feel him reading your mind. Probably trying to see if you had anything to do with the shenanigans. When he saw that you didn’t he spoke to you. “Y/N, come with me,” he instructed with a gesture of his head.

You hung your head a little lower as you realized he just chose you over Raven. You scurried across the room as he took your hand and helped you over the glass.

“Careful,” he softly said, his face remarkably close to yours as his striking blue eyes gazed into yours. You felt safe and happy around Charles. As if you could take on the world. As if nothing could stop you. You’d never felt that way by yourself or around anyone else. He gave you strength you never knew you had.

#the right path #Charles Xavier #charles xavier fic #charles xavier x reader #Erik Lehnsherr #erik lensherr fic

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crittervolocity · 7 years

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Psychological: Part 1

This is something that came to me and finally worked up the guts to write it. This is I guess a “self fic” … so I hope you enjoy. (fixed)

It started when I was 11, on the day my friend, my Best friend moved.

She had to leave because of her dad’s work, leaving me almost alone, except I did have my boyfriend.

A few days after she left I started to notice things, things that weren’t normal like items in my room that wasn’t there, nor did they belong to me … but seemed familiar in a way. Almost seemingly sentimental and nostalgic.

As I sat there and looked at the items and stared to ponder ...Why me, why did my only friend leave me…

“Well at least you still have love.”

…

I paused my thoughts.

That voice …. “W-who’s th-there?” I asked. The room was silent, making me uncomfortable. I quickly got up and walked into the bathroom and shuting the door with my back facing it and now staring at own reflection with terror.

I had just gotten tall enough to finally see myself on the mirror … being as short as I was.

But, that voice …. it sounded like mine, … I didn’t move my mouth though, but it sounded clear as day, it even had a little rasp to it.

I started thinking Maybe, it’s nothing. Just my imagination. Even though when I get up in the middle of the night, I see shadow figures at the end of the hall or in the corner my room.

The voice never said anything for a few months after that but, new things started to occur.

Night terrors was one of them, laying motionless, seeing your worst nightmare, not being able to run, choking on air because of the lump in your throat, … I could never sleep the same.

Another thing was, I was a jinx. Saying something and it happens, although I never believed it.

My sister and I shared a room, she was complaining about being ugly and no one liking her. “Well your prettier than me, … heck my boyfriend would dump me just to be with you.” I said jokingly just to cheer her up.

That Wednesday, I was with my boyfriend and he got me a purple teddy bear holding a pink heart that said “I ♡ You” on it. He usually never gave me gifts out of the 3 years we dated, except my birthday but something was up.

He had a look on his face, a look no one could forget.

He sighed … “Critter … I want to tell you something.”

“Yeah?”

“Look, I’m not sure if I can be with you anymore.”

My face went from glowing red to confusion.

“W-what do you mean?”

“It’s over. … It’s not you it’s me, and besides I only get to see you only 2 days out of week.”

I tried to not cry in front of him, and also not slap him because I knew it was more than that.

“O-ok … I … umm … never mind.”

He walked away with a look as if a burden was lift off of him.

I was trying to process this and keep myself from crying until I was home. Looking down at the teddy bear in my hands, I squeezed it for a hug.

“I jinxed myself … I did it to my self.” I said with my face muzzled into the purple bears head. Now sitting on my bed and tears running down my face.

I lifted my face from the bear, wiping the tears away seeing the pink heart it was holding. “I ♡ you, … more like you hate me.” The longer I thought about it the more I started the despise the color pink.

I got up, went into the kitchen and grabed a knife from the silverware drawer and dashed back into my room before my mom could spot me.

Holding the knife in my hand quickly snatched the teddy bear and effortlessly cut the heart from it’s grasp. After doing this, I took the pink heart and went outside and buried it in the ashes inside our burn barrel that we use discard the burnable junk.

Clap …. clap … clap … “Bravo, you did an excellent job of getting rid of it. Now time to burn it.”

I turned around swiftly and saw a girl floating there. Looking at her though didn’t startle me as compared to when she first spoke.

“Are you really just gonna stand there and stare at me … or are you gonna light the fire?”

I continued to stare because it was like looking into a mirror, a mirror into the future. A few differences I spoted was her irises are white instead of brown/gold like mine, her hair was curly as well while mine was straight.

“Hello? … Earth to Critter.” Waving her hand in front of my eyes.

“Yeah … sorry but .. can you ..”

“Question later, fire first.”

“Oh, … right.”

I almost started to hesitate on striking the match, looking over to see her leaning in and whispered into my ear.

“It’s ok if you feel nervous, it’s completely natural.”

Her saying that gave me a sudden boost in confidence, so striked the match and watched it light the pile with a big Woof.

We both just stood there and watched it burn down to burning embers, leaving smoke trailing from what was left.

“So … you wanted to ask me something.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Ok, shoot.”

“Are … you me … but from the future?”

“No … Well kinda but, not entirely. Is that all?”

“Uhh … no. Why are you here and did you try to speak with me before, right?”

“Yes to the second part but the first one is gonna take a lot of explaining and I don’t think you have the time for that.”

I sat on the ground with my back to the warmth of the embers.

“I’m listening.”

She rolled her eyes “Great ….. you know what, now im not gonna expain it until your older because it’s very complicated.”

“Oh come on please.” Now on my knees begging.

“No …. as I said you will learn when your older and hopefully wiser with your choises.” She sighed and said under her breath “This is why I don’t like kids.”

“Ok … fine … I guess I’ll wait.”

As for that day, we never interacted much for the next few years. The only time she seemed to come around was when I was stressed or depressed, once in a blue moon so it seemed.

During this the night terrors ceased and was replaced with sleep insomnia instead. I was no longer a jinx but a train wreck waitng to happen. Everyday it seemed I get physically, mentally, and/or emotionally hurt or scared for life.

I was out and about walking on the street, about 5 years since the day I first meet her, still didn’t know her name, even though she seemed to like it that way.

Usually I never walked alone, but with all the family issues going on I had to ecsape. So you could say I ran away, wouldn’t most people.

The sun slowly sets, leaving the street lights that are gaping apart as far as they could be to be my only source of light, other than the cars and semi’s passing by without a care in the world.

“What are u doing?”

I shruged and made the idk sound with my mouth shut, knowing it would tick her off.

“I don’t know is not an answer. So I’m going to ask again. What are you doing?”

“Walking, it’s kinda obvious.”

“Ya, I know that but walking away for your problems won’t solve them.”

“I know and I don’t care. It’s not like I have a choise to not be apart of it, besides you of all people know I hate drama and yelling over stupid stuff.”

She stoped following and looked at her right hand in horror, quickly clinching it to a fist.

She sighed …“Look there are big consequences for your actions, … whether it affects you now or later on.”

“Ya, I know, haven’t they always.”

“Yes, but this one won’t just affect you, it will affect everyone around you, … including me.”

“Then leave if I’m that much of a burden to you. It’s not like you help me anyway.”

“Exuse me? Maybe because your suppose to talk to people like, Your Family and Your Friends, Not Me!”

“Well you just show up, Heck no one else can even see you and you are me so you’re the perfect candidate.”

“Ok you do have a point but im not gonna tolerate this anymore. Sigh You’re on your own, and I bet you my point will be proven tonight.” Evaporating into a mist while backing away.

I still continue to walk but her words kept rattling in my head. “…this one won’t just affect you, it will affect everyone around you, including me.”

I stopped with my back facing to the light from a street light with my feet on the outskirts of said light. I shoke my head with my now curly and colored bangs in front of my face.

“Should I go back … should I continue …” I kept thinking of those words she said.

“I guess I should go back home. …. Now that i think more about it, what did she mean by ”… my point will be proven tonight.“ She was probably just joking.”

I shruged the thought off and spun around on my heel, to come face to face with a man with a ski mask on.

My first reaction I had was that I was getting mugged, so my “Fight or Flight” instinct kicked in and immediately socked him in the face.

He stumbled back a few steps holding his jaw then looking up and glares.

With no hesitation I booked it in the opposite direction even though I was a sprinter, not a marathoner but I still ran hearing him chasing me.

“Why is he so persistent?!” I asked myself, “Muggers usually just want the money and don’t chase for it, they hide in the shadows.”

As I continued to run with the adrenaline being the only fuel keeping me from collapsing on to the ground, I turned into an alley to hide and give my legs a break.

Bending over with my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath, I was winded, the last time I ran like that was when I was in elementary school with my best friend. Being home schooled does have it disadvantages.

I straightened up and popped my neck and stretching my arms out, “I think I lost him, well time t-” My mouth being covered was the last thing I felt before blacking out.

When I awoke, I attempted to move but couldn’t, now feeling the rope that held me in the chair. I was trying to stay calm as possible, maybe see if I could find or talk my way out.

He walked out holding a black leather bag with a look as if he were going to enjoy my last moments.

“Well, it’s about time you awakened. ….”

(Yee, part one is done and so happy, part 2 will be out soon and special thx to @firstaidquarters for helping me with some of the arrangements.)

#so happy #self fiction #wait till the end #>:)#alter ego #angsty

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thebitchmint · 7 years

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Ride Along 1.2

“We have just over 3 hours left till we reach Michigan.” Kylie sighed heavily from the driver seat. Her co pilot Neville was passed out in the passenger seat head resting on the window. “I know dude but seriously we can’t stop, Smackdown is tomorrow night and I would really like to sleep in a bed before we have to wrestle again.” Heather’s voice was low from the behind Kylie. She was running her fingers through short red hair as Sami snoozed on her lap. The quadruplet had rotated driving shifts as they travelled from St. Louis to Michigan for Smackdown. Delayed from flying because of the snow, they were almost to their destination and the girls didn’t know if they were sad because they were exhausted, or if because the trip would be over. “What did the hotel service say again?” Kylie looked at heather in the rearview mirror, “well I called to confirm the reservation but because of the weather they are combining rooms, your room is reserved but I think they bumped mine and Neville’s reservations because we were so late.” “Ah well you can sleep on the floor then.” Kylie smirked to the steering wheel. “UH no thanks I will sleep in the car before I let you NOT share a room with the man in the seat next to you.” Dyna whispered to Distortia as both girls giggled. “Man whatever, I doubt the Coffee hero back there will let you sleep in the car, or on the floor, or alone ever again for that matter.” Giggling broke out again. “DUDE they are recording this.” The girls tried to muffle their laughter. They kept forgetting this would all be on the show. “Well, whatever. We will figure it out when we get there.” Heather sat back in her seat and closed her eyes. “You good for another hour?” She asked Kylie. “Yeah rest because Sami is driving next and the last two hours will take 4 if you aren’t keeping his ass on track.” Kylie thought about the show, what footage would they use? She had to chuckle at herself reflecting back on the trip so far. There was no doubt about all the flirting, including the really juvenile game of truth or dare.

Soon soft snoring from the backseat signalled that both Heather and Sami were out. Kylie was flipping through radio stations looking for music when Neville yawned and stretched in his seat. “Oh snap you’re up.” “Ware are we?” “Just outside of Lancing Michigan, why?” “Curious, we have what another 2 hours or so?” his thick welsh accent making his words hard to understand was a stark contrast to Kylie’s American one. “Yes.” “Just so y’kno im on to yous and heather’s grand scheme.” Kylie looked at Neville nervously, who wasn’t looking at anything but the back of his eyelids. “What?” “Aw yea jumping in our ride along so she and sami can get chummy.” Neville giggled a little. “They might quite the pair.” He said before turning to glance at them both snoozing in the back. “Oh uh I have no idea what you’re talking about but sure.” Kylie’s grin was a dead give away. “Truth is he is smitten with her and always has been. The minute she became single he was vying for her eye.” “Well then we did a good thing huh? matchmaking should be added to our resume of talent. You do remember this is being recorded.” Kylie looked at the camera planted on the dash board. Neville bursted out laughing before he could control himself, “Aw piss he is going to scald me for that one.” Things settled down for a minute when Neville spoke up again, still leaning against his window, eyes closed. “Truf is, I wanted it too.” “What?” Kylie looked at him and back at the road. “Oh I wasn’t sure about something, but I figured if you tagged along for this you’d be down to ride with me again. Jus me.” Neville was looking at her now. “Well duh. Pffft” He was making her nervous, not that that was new. “Yea we work pretty well together, and I’m glad we’ve become close friends.” Kylie stared hard at the road ahead of her. “Yep.” The sexual tension was the highest it had ever been between Distortia and Neville ever since she was mercilessly attacked from behind on 205 live. She was Neville’s puppet ringside, the king of the cruiserweights had his very own Harley Quinn and the pair was absolutely magic together. Rich Swann, in trying to catch Neville, ran over Distortia, causing Neville to lose his mind and take Swann out. He carried Distortia from the ring and as the trainers looked her over, he swore an oath in welsh to avenge her attack. His brown eyes were glowing as he looked at her, his intensity and wrath flowed through the room and camera like an arctic wind from the North Pole. Kylie had never been so turned on in her life. Fast forward a few weeks to ride along and even though it was snowing all around them in michigan, Kylie could feel herself starting to sweat under Adrian’s gaze. “Cept it won’t last much longer, Thank God.” Neville muttered turning his eyes to the window. “Huh?” kylie still stared at the road, “Well if you think I am sharing a room in detroit with these two love birds, you’re mad.” Neville jammed his thumb to the back seat where Heather and Sami were still passed out. “Also I can assure you, neither of us will be sleeping...or stirring on the floor either. Too much back and forth for all that daftness.” Kylie glanced at the English brute as he sat back in his seat, pulling his beanie over his eyes and crossing his arms. “No need to be fraid either love, I’ll be as gentle as I can with you as long as you do as you’re told.” Neville finished with a smirk. Kylie swallowed hard. She knew she was in for a ride when they got to Detroit. “Ye I hope that makes the cut for the show as well, lord knows the whole wwe universe will love it.” Smirking still Neville grabbed Kylie’s hand and laid back in his seat.

As they unloaded the SUV at the hotel , Sami caught Heather grabbing her by the arm whispering "Hey would you mind not sharing a room with Kylie today? I was hoping Neville and her could...uh well get cozy.” He made this smashing movement with his hands cupped. Heather had to smile, he was adorable. The snow was coming down softly for now but it was supposed to stick. “Sure I had that thought, but reservations are tight as it is so if there aren’t any more rooms, I guess I can walk down a few blocks and see about another hotel.” “No no no Sami threw his hands up, My reservation is confirmed, you can stay with me.” “uh with you?” Heather stuttered. “Well its a double bed, so yeah I just wanted Neville to think it wasn’t reserved so Kylie would offer and bada bing bada boom they’d get it on.” Sami clapped his hands for extra feeling, Heather giggled. “Ok ok sami no worries.” “yeah but how do we get them UP there without us having to go UP there too.” His brown eyes searched her face for answers. “Listen leave that to me, ok? just follow my lead.” She smoothed Sami’s jacket lapel and softly patted his chest. He grabbed one of her hands and kissed the back of it “Oh I would follow you anywhere.”

“Ok OK well I’ll take the room, until we get someone down here to do my laundry service. IT must be done in a few hours and professionally. This is the gear I need for tonight.” “I will sleep on the floor.” “Sami I promise it’s not necessary, its got two double beds.” Heather was a little disappointed about that tidbit but beggars cant be choosers, every hotel for blocks was full because of the weather delay and they had smackdown in 8 hours. She needed 5 of those to sleep, and shower and eat and she was tired of fighting with the desk clerk, trying NOT to be heard by Kylie or Neville who were waiting to see what would become of their friends. “Hey they are calling around to see about a laundry service, y'all go ahead and we will be up there in a second.” Heather had thrown a fit about having her gear cleaned before smackdown. It was clean but it was just the distraction they needed to get Kylie and Neville off their backs. She knew Kylie wouldn’t have to be told twice, but if her and sami really didn’t have a room she knew Kylie wouldn’t hesitate to offer hers. She was in the suite after all. Perks of being the smackdown number one contender, and a master suite gold card holder. Heather held her breath until the elevators closed on Kylie and Neville, “phew omg ok I am so sorry, I don’t need a laundry service.” Sami’s jaw hit the counter. “Mam, I promise...” “NO No...I promise my gear is fine. Thank you so much for putting up with my show. I just needed those two to get to their room.” The check in clerk looked exasperated but relieved as she handed over the room key. Heather pulled a 50.00 bill out of her wallet and folded it into a small sliver, made a makeshift envelope out of a hotel notepad paper and slipped it under the clerks keyboard. She grabbed her purse and suitcase and motioned Sami to follow her. She felt bad because she was a raging bitch but she knew Kylie would make a bee line out of there. “Omg you made all that up?” He said. “You said we had to have a distraction, I threw on my diva cap, what else. Kylie hates it when I act like that....I will hear a lecture from her later.” Heather rolled her eyes as she watched the elevator light blink it way down to the lobby. Sami was still staring at her, wide eyed. “That means you’ve been a diva before?” “ Listen if I am exhausted, like I am on the verge of being right now, or hungry, all bets are off. My southern charm and manners go right out that window and I can be a real bitch.” Heather calmly stared at Sami’s reflection in the elevator doors as he stared at the floor on the ride up. Double beds, ugh well at least Kylie will get laid Heather thought to herself. “You must be really exhausted.” Sami’s tone was quiet as they walked to their room. “Travelling by car always seems so much more exhausting and I drove 6 hours of that 8 hour trip. I am tired, I am human you know?” Heather opened their room and set her stuff inside by the window. Sitting on her bed, she watched Sami throw himself back on his bed, “Do you want to shower first?” she asked him. Sami stared at the ceiling for a minute, “There are so many things I’d rather be doing.” His reply jerked Heather around.

#bitchmint #adrian neville #wwe fan fic #wrestling #fluffy #cute writing #ride along #flirting #sami zayn #dyna #distortia

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rcsegarden-blog · 7 years

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holy moly i just took a good three hour nap after class, and i missed all the introductions. well since i’m never on time to anything ( sorry don’t hate me ) i tried to make up for it by explaining my trash child in depth below, you can skip through the first half to read the summary at the end bUT i promise the self para is worth a read if ya wanna know my gal. i’ll try to get past the boring stuff, i’m aria most people tend to call me ari & i can’t wait to meet everyone of you. please don’t judge how many hamilton references i’ll make, it’s a problem and i’m working on it. any whoot i can’t wait to plot w every single one of you babes ! ps tw: death, depression, trichotillomania, self harm, & suicide risk ( if you’d like to not hear about any of these things, feel free to message me & i’ll give you a summary of rosalina without them! )

a self para?? ( bc i’m so extra )

How do you mourn when your own body is a complete and total reminder of your loss? Rosalina hadn’t quite figured it out. She stared at the reflection of her sister in the mirror. Identity was a fickle thing, especially when half of it is ripped away overnight. Her heavy head fell to the side, tilted and her jaw slightly slackened leaving her soft pink lips parted. The shadows fell heavily across her face making the contours look like deeply pitted bruises in the early morning light that filtered through the shades of her bedroom window. A fierce, stern knock sounded from her door. The noise nearly caused Rose to jump out of her own skin. If only it were so easy.

“Rosalina, you’d better be up and getting ready,” it was her father’s authoritative voice advised through the door.

Of course Rose was awake. It was rare when the girl truly slept, not since everything happened. The pills they gave her, coupled with their white lies of faith and healing, kept her in a fog during the day but her mind buzzed horribly during the night. Uncountable hours were spent watching the pillow on the bed opposite hers which had long since stopped smelling of her sister, her attention buzzing with unthinkable concepts to healthy minds, all while her forefinger unknowingly traced the roadmaps of scar tissue telling a journey of loss across her forearm.

The face of her double stared back at her in the mirror making Rose’s stomach tick and curl. She felt her chin quiver and she sniffed hard looking at the contents spread across her vanity. The smooth tan surface was stained with rich, bronze foundation and drugstore hair dye in attempt to strip the features that had tied her to Penelope. She picked up her foundation sponge and watched the nude liquid drip onto the back of her hand, a perfect match. Rosalina had long since stopped fooling herself that a change in her appearance would fool others into security concerning her mental state. She dipped her sponge tentatively before applying it to her face over her eyelids and lips. She opened her eyes again, their slight green, like a spring she knew would never live to see come, the only relief from the bronze-smooth skin.

The lid to her cream blush hadn’t been put on correctly. She looked down at the small pot of dried out, deep pink cosmetics cracked like a small section of scorched desert. She parted her lips, which had been stuck together from being held together so tightly in anxiety, and spit into the jar. She rubbed the saliva around the blush to reconstitute its creamy texture. Had Poppy been there Rose surely would have been scolded, maybe even roughhoused a little in lighthearted affection. Rosalina’s only consequence was a comfortless silence.

The doorknob to the closet had been taken off promptly after Rose’s outburst. She stuck her fingers in the hole, pulling the door open. Her hand lifted to the back of her head as her eyes scanned the array of clothing. Rosalina twisted a single strand of hair around her finger and pulled upward, a swift, small, quick action, pulling the hair out from the root. She dropped it to the floor, pulling another, another, another, before ever noticing the action. Her face flushed as she ran the tip of her finger over the area she had pulled from. The empty space was detectable, a few hairs poking at her where the regrowth had begun again. She rushed to her mirror, grabbing the brush in urgency. She pulled her hair up into one hand, hardly able to contain the curls in her grasp, even with what she was convinced was an entire lock and curl of hair pulled out from the roots, before pulling an elastic band to hold it. She would have to wear her hair in special ways. Her mother was sure to notice.

Trichotillomania was only one of the many words thrown across the clinical room from the doctor’s file to her grief stricken parents. Depression, self-harm, suicide risk and survivor’s guilt followed. Rose had hung her head in defeat. The words and diagnosis meant nothing to her but a botched attempt at true healing. What did this man know about her, or her parents? Didn’t any of them know the weight upon her chest, the terrible love she’d been subjected to by the virtue of being the surviving twin? The burden of living without her same wasn’t one she could carry. The absence of Penelope wore away at Rosalina like the agony of a phantom limb.

They were going to send her there again, a strange place with blindingly white walls. When she walked into those doors it make her problems seem to grow three fold. She felt more alone than ever before. Still, out of instinct, she found her hand reaching to take Poppy’s for comfort, desperate grasps for that same phantom limb. Instead she got pills, diagnoses, white lies, blank notebook pages to express her thoughts and document her loss, and forced smiles like those on her grandmother’s painted china clowns. They frightened Rose screaming, live, live, live. Some stranger in her brother’s skin had showed up as well. Since when had he cared? And did he think he was like the sutures in her arm, a simple fix that could replace Poppy by virtue of common blood, to stitch her together and heal her? They pressured her to live on without half her heart, breathe without lungs, but all Rose could think of was how peaceful it might be to drown.

She had looked up statistics. A person could last six minutes without oxygen, but Rosalina knew she hadn’t breathed in months silently cursing the human body and all it’s resilience.

Summary

Originally from Santa Cruz, California Rosaline was born into a middle class family beside her twin sister Penelope & an older brother ( possibly a wc i’ll be sending in, definitely think it’d be interesting to see him played! )

Heading home from a party on west cliff, they were just sixteen when the accident changed Rose’s entire existences. They hadn’t had more that two drinks Rosalina was keeping track the entire night, and yet when the twin sisters climbed into their beat up Toyota they were forced to share – One of them never made it home. Falling asleep at the wheel, partially intoxicated, Penelope drove the pair off the rocky cliffs straight into the ocean current. It’s a miracle Rose had survived, she heard that more than a million times the months following. Yet, as those months passed the more she wanted to be in that deep water with the same fate her sister had faced. Living without the one person in the world who truly understood her, it was like the world was constantly on fire without Poppy. Nothing made sense, nothing felt right, every passing day she lost herself a little more.

The pills helped settle the depression, the therapy over the next three years helped her work through the hair pulling, but life never really felt normal. Loosing a twin isn’t like loosing a sibling, that night Rosalina lost a part of herself she could never get back. A part of herself she blamed for not being able to save, arguably the best part of her heart. Though it’s not something she can shake, living every day wishing things had turned out different, with time Rose learned to live life again. Finishing high school a year later than expected, she applied to colleges around the United States – anything far enough to start a new life.

Flash forward six years from the accident – Rosalina strays away from any memory of that night, the nightmares don’t haunt her quite as often, and though she misses Poppy every day she’s attempting to live life in honor of her sister. Rose is the kind of girl you can’t help being friends with, though she has a soft & effervescent exterior that one would assume glows from the inside out – she’s also quite mysteriously and drawn back at times. It’s a numb existence filled with prescription medications, a drink to forget the past, and a few puffs to relax the tension where her body seems to ache in place of her double. It’s still taken on day at a time, with pre rehearsed responses to the same “how are you feeling?” she’s learning to be okay with not being okay some days. Moving to Norely has helped get her away from the memories, and though she’s still in school waitressing pays most the bills now a days.

I hope that gives you a good idea of who my trash child is & I can’t wait to see everyone on the dash as a big family. I’ve been dying to play Rose out for the past three months, I just hadn’t found the right place so I’m hoping this is it for us! If you’re interested in plotting please feel free to like this post or ofc come to my ims & I’ll reply asap x

#( & –– i still need tags oops )#wow o k #this got long #i'm sorry #norley:intro

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lettucefarmer69420 · 6 years

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okay so last night took a turn, thankfully.

i downloaded a bunch of youtube videos and i grabbed a few beers and went up to my tent and popped one open and i was hoping to drink the bur and then sleep and wake up tomorrow and get thru my day. as i was chilling (and crying and feeling weird and wallowing in my anxiety) david came up to my tent and was like hey, heidi needs to go to the hospital and wants you to drive. (heidi was the girl that got hit on her moped and shes been having complications w her medicine and stuff) so i was like okay and grabbed my bag and walked to the car. david tossed his stuff in and to my suprise came with us!

heidi was okay, just the meds made her nervous. david had just smoked, i tapped out bc i wasnt feeling good so he was super stoned and i had all my beers so he drank them in the waiting room. we talked the entire time and i ended up asking him the 36 questions to fall in love. anyone ever heard about that? its pretty cool. just cool questions about getting to know someone and they get really deep. here they are:

1. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?

2. Would you like to be famous? In what way?

3. Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why?

4. What would constitute a “perfect” day for you?

5. When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?

6. If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?

7. Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?

8. Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common.

---david said same outfit (white tank, black shorts, same flip flops we bought together here), intelligence, and emotional depth. wow. i was so floored.

9. For what in your life do you feel most grateful?

10. If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?

11. Take four minutes and tell your partner your life story in as much detail as possible.

12. If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?

Set II

13. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?

14. Is there something that you’ve dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it?

15. What is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

16. What do you value most in a friendship?

17. What is your most treasured memory?

18. What is your most terrible memory?

19. If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? Why?

20. What does friendship mean to you?

21. What roles do love and affection play in your life?

22. Alternate sharing something you consider a positive characteristic of your partner. Share a total of five items.

23. How close and warm is your family? Do you feel your childhood was happier than most other people’s?

24. How do you feel about your relationship with your mother?

Set III

25. Make three true “we” statements each. For instance, “We are both in this room feeling ... “

26. Complete this sentence: “I wish I had someone with whom I could share ... “

27. If you were going to become a close friend with your partner, please share what would be important for him or her to know.

28. Tell your partner what you like about them; be very honest this time, saying things that you might not say to someone you’ve just met.

29. Share with your partner an embarrassing moment in your life.

30. When did you last cry in front of another person? By yourself?

31. Tell your partner something that you like about them already.

32. What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?

33. If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven’t you told them yet?

34. Your house, containing everything you own, catches fire. After saving your loved ones and pets, you have time to safely make a final dash to save any one item. What would it be? Why?

35. Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing? Why?

so yeah i asked him all of those and shit got deep in a hospital waitng room. then we went home and it was just the two of us in the kitchen and he bought me ice cream earlier in the day so we split it and ate some dinner and had a really reallyy reallllllly good talk. then there was a lull, and he was like, huh. who would have thought, you and me? and i started laughing and i was like right?? im so glad. and he was like me too.

we went up to his tent, crushed some more bur, then smoked a little and just had a good chat. this anxiety is killing meh. like its all in my head and i freak myself out but its nothign. like i was thinking david was hating me but that was just me being irrational and we had a great night and so much good memeories. so, im okay. doing better. last night was a good night.

im off to work now and then we’ll see where this weekend takes us. anyone reading this, feel free to hit me with a skype and facetime this weekend and chat. xoxoxoxo

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oograths-pizza-and-chill · 7 years

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Dear Steven Universe and said fandom The whole beef i have with Steven Universe as a show and the fandom, a copy paste text post from what I said on a r/mylittlepony post asking why bronies are so accepting. The writers and the fans took away the innocence and joy of the show. I signed up to watch "3 and a half gems" not "game of stones." Season 1 was great because it was filled to the cider glass brim with whimsical fun and it was a pinkie pie's party that wouldnt end. Than the climatic entrance of the biggest cheeto puff we ever saw entered and thats where i knew (more like a week or two later) stuff was on a path to spiral out of control. Rebecca Sugar had a great formula going for it but once she gave Steven character development his little mind didn't know how to handle it and he lost the best thing he had going for him. His loving character trait. Twilight sparkle had something similar where she became princess twiggles and literally didnt know what she was supposed to do with her life but she was able to stay true to herself. Steven didn't and you may argue that he gave peridot a fair chance but role around the entrance of the blue gremlin of "i hate everyone" town and you see exactly what im talking about. He was hesitant and unsure of her. Scared and on the defensive. He started to keep his family and friends close but started to keep everyone else out unless they showed reason of being good hearted. This exactly reflects the su fandom and how it devolved. "But oograth how did you know it would turn this way from back in season 1?" And friendo theres two words to sum that up. "Steven Bomb." The bomb did exactly what was intended and set off a chain reaction of the largest fandom outbreak that was more cancerous and spread faster than the infectious disease of superwholock. Knowing my past experience of fandoms, i knew that the fun ride would turn into a rollercoaster to hell. With steven bomb after steven bomb the fandom got worst after each one because ms sugar butt herself was that girl that would tease you so much where pressure was building up but would tie your hands behind your back so you were unable to rub one out which would unintentionally piss you off but you were so lost into the hiatus madness that would occur so often that you were unable to see straight. Now everybody is literally a shitposting idiot or some theory craved retard to the point of being mini ronaldos. Everytime i see some theorist pop up on my tumblr dash or on one of the su subs i literally read it in his voice because thats what i think that fan has become. Another thing thats peeved me off which i attribute to the madness and is caused by their excuse of "hiatus madness" is they literally have no other content going for them outside of their fanart. No music, no fan animations, nothing of high quality. Instead we get crap like "what if all the gems were cars from the cars movies." If i didnt have a strong stomach im pretty sure id vomit as much as that family guy episode, you know the one. Their music is literally "heres my version of the opening theme." One of the few songs i found enjoyable was a god damn banjo solo. No singing no techno rave stuff. Just a banjo. Where's the originality? wheres the good music? You'd think a musical show like steven universe that doesnt even have a lot of full songs would prompt the fandom to make a lot of their own. But no they dont. Instead im stuck with what the show has to offer and, except for the occasional outliers, its literally the same song just different words and different people singing it. I want diversity like pinkie pies smile smile smile to rainbow dashs awesome as i wanna be. But nobody has any talent over there. I dont either and yeah thats my fault for that but cmon people take your glorified heads out of your cookie cat filled freezers. When even i called them out everybody was either downvoting my post or flagged it as "trolling." That there was the final straw. Dont get me wrong su is a good show but ever since the start of season 4 its been on an accelerated downhill slope of "why even bother." I stopped enjoying the show except for a few here and there but i feel its more of an obligation to finish it. Theres basically nomore whimsical fun left in the show and instead its rebecca satan pants trying to cut up steven more and more until he reaches his "breaking point" *csi miami yesh scream* Honestly i hope and feel the show is going to end soon and if it doesnt than the fandom is gonna suffocate from its own shitposting and cancer. Tl;dr the shows stupid and too dark and not fun anymore and the fandom is cancer.

A guy fed up with @rebeccasugar 's and the fandom's bullshit

#rebecca sugar #steven universe #su #su fandom #i need a nap

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