I'm sorry but can we talk about how it's been 55 VIDEOS ON DAN AND PHIL GAMES since the hiatus has lifted???

Hello I'm not quoting blog name here but what do you think about this ? Your real opinion about Jimin and Jungkook.

the thing is i dont think jikook are actually together. i think they have feelings for each other and on some level they both know it and i think they play it up in front of the camera because it feels safer in some twisted way-- they can write it off as fanservice. theyre obviously the closest in the group but besides a few drunken... not kisses but charged moments (the hickey hello), i dont think theyve done anything. i think they are acutely aware of the eyes on them and the line they cannot cross, and i think they toe it more often than they probably should. i think they date other people. i think as their outside relationships ebb and flow so does the bond between them, i think there is jealousy, i think there is confusion about what will happen between them. i think theyre both very aware of their status as celebrities and that they will simultaneously be wholeheartedly accepted and carelessly shunned, i think nothing will happen until after their military service, i think, realistically, nothing will happen until after DISBANDMENT, when they try to stay away from each other, bitter, and realize they can't

I think it's beautifully written.

It's the most serene form of adultification of Jikook I've seen so far. Don't get me wrong. Jikook are adults, yes. But they've not always been adults.

But I mean, I would come to the same conclusion too if I was looking at jikook in media res. It's very easy to look at them as they are now and think - for lack of a better word- highly of them because they look like two professionals and two self respecting adults who have control over their charged "chemistry" on screen.

But I'm afraid that's not jikook.

I met jikook as teens and have had the privilege of watching them literally grow to become the jikook we see on screen today.

"They are very aware of their status as celebrities"

Uhmmm celebrities where?? Here? I think da fuck not

I don't even think it's clocked for some of them that they are celebrities and some of them are still getting used to the fact they are.

You know there was a time they would stroll into airports and nobody cared? Shocking I know. They took to the streets to sell their own tickets and would keep asking strangers, "do you know BTS"

Back in their own home country not many people even knew who they were.

And you have to understand this fact about them on order to appreciate the gravity of their success. They are a spectacle and such a global phenomenon partly because of their poor to riches story. Let's not belittle that for literary symmetry.

Bts hasn't always been this big huge stars of world dominating proportions. Believe it or not.

That gaze we think shapes their every conduct now hasn't always been there. No one was checking for them like that and like they themselves said some of them even nearly quit because they didn't know they would become this huge.

In the Fandom we talk about Namjoon constantly keeping them in check and reminding them people are watching- mind you these are media trained idols we talking about and yet how many times have we had to clear searches for their blunder? How many times have they had to issue an apology for the song lyrics or comments they've made.

They are constantly reminding eachother of the gaze

BTS came from somewhere. Whatever platform they are on they built it from the ground up. As good intentioned as we are in our analysis of them, we shouldn't take that away from them.

They've been in the mud and they've got some dirt on them and they've done things when they thought no one was watching. But that's part of their journey. You don't need to bend over backwards and clean them up to make them look presentable. Which is what I feel OP is doing here. A cleaned up version of jikook.

Op talks about a few drunken moments- was this before or after Jungkook was legally allowed to drink alcohol? Or is she just superimposing adult jikook on all stages of Jikook's journey? See what I mean?

BTS have talked about struggling with teenage hormones, about struggling with lust and love, watching porn, popping off, girls, boys, dating, attraction, gender expression, struggling with their identity- those are very valid lived experiences we cannot take away from them.

We cannot for instance take away from the fact they shared a bed while naked, the fact they sneaked into each other's hotel rooms and was caught on camera, nor take away from them the feeling of attraction or the fact they love each other.

And while Anon likes to think so highly of them as to believe they could be in such close proximity, as human as they were, as young as they were, as hormonal as they were, willing to experiment and take risks, that they could restrain themselves because of a career they had no idea they would have or because of a large audience that didn't exist at the time, I have no such compunction. Jikook fucked eachother. They were young, and wild and horny and they fucked eachother. It's very simple.

One plus one is two for me. I don't have to rack my brians or sugarcoat it.

"Nothing will happen until after disbandment."

Why do people make sex out to be such a big deal😭

IT'S JUST SEX.

Okay scratch that, it's not just sex for them because it's also about having their needs met, it's about the companionship, self discovery and exploration. People think being an idol is easy. It gets lonely and often times depressing and these people develop all kinds of coping mechanisms and to me jikook found each other to cope too.

We cannot have a conversation around Tae Tae's struggles and depression, Jimin's complaints of loneliness, Namjoon and Suga's you know what, Jin's depresion and abyss while also not considering what they'd done or what they would have needed to do to cope. Especially when we read that other idols were and are advised to date, do therapy, smoke, do drugs, fuck around- albeit discreetly as a cooping mechanism for these struggles.

They can give each other hickies and rat each other out in public for said hickies, touch their dicks and spank each other's ass, they can play kiss kiss with each other as part of games, and tell each other they like to be tied up, but God forbid they actually kiss.

And gaze or not, there men have lived their lives and gathered experiences. Not all facet of their lives are controlled by our gaze. They out there living their lives I promise you that. They all fucking those they want to fuck, taking substances they wanna take, drinking whatever the fuck they want to drink.

Our opinion of them isn't stopping them from living their lives. That's my opinion and my belief. Just because I say they not screwing no body don't change a thing for them.

And if jikook ain't fucking, really their loss 💀

I wouldn't mind fucking jimin for Kook. Imma blow his back the fuck out. Every block boy need a little love💕

Put it down and imma pick it up purr

These mofos are out here thirst trapping eachother thrusting their hips in sexual aggression and belting in high key notes over sex and here we are thinking they are too decent to the blowing it up each other's ass.

And to think they both been acting dickmatized all these years because they aren't screwing??? Huh???

Yall do too much I swear

Look, this is a bell

This is Jimin ringing said bell

This is Jungkook when he heard Jimins bell

And this is Jikook ring ranging the bell together

Jikook are fucking eachother. They can't unring that bell and no one can convince me otherwise. I just don't trust that with all the sexual tensions and all the alone time they spend together that all they do when they are alone is read scriptures.

Nope. Nah uh

But hey, to each their own.

Okay okay hear me out Sigma and Jouno friendship HEAR ME OUT I KNOW THEYVE NEVER MET BUT I THINK THEY WOULD VIBE AND I MADE A LIST WHY !!CONTAINS SPOILERS!!

They're both their organization's lead interrogation force With vastly different methods, sure, but Sigma would feel like Jouno would have no real intention of using him as he possesses the skills himself.

Both got recruited in the face of death basically Jouno was saved from death row by Fukuchi, after being a convicted criminal, in order to join the Hunting Dogs, Sigma was saved from walking aimlessly after escaping from armed people and being held prisoner for his ability. Neither has much say in their destiny, with the alternative choice clearly being worse Jouno can't leave the Hunting Dogs, since the surgery will not allow him to live longer than a month upon defecting, Sigma cannot leave because the casino is the thing that gives him purpose and a reason to exist, and he cannot stray from the writings of the page

Both really need a break from their colleagues Jouno's opinion of his fellow Hunting Dogs is often written in suffix along the lines of 'What idiots' or 'Are they stupid?' (even more so in Wan, even if that is not canon), Sigma takes a more passive approach, by labeling himself 'the most normal person in the room' in prison, as well as some clear confused or just disbelieving expressions

Jouno would kick absolute butt at poker (with braille cards) Jouno could easily read the excitement of his opponent, and even use his blindness as an excuse to get the others to read the cards out loud in order to get a more accurate read on their hands. He would have a near perfect idea of his odds of victory at all times and can bet accordingly.

Sigma could get government witness protection- something like that- were he to leave the DOA Yes, he'd most likely be better off with the ADA, given his ability is not combat-based, but the Hunting Dogs have shown in the past that they also have the power to make sure criminals do not get prosecuted for their crimes, as Tecchou once promised for Lucy, so it's still a viable option.

And- this one might be a stretch but HEAR ME OUT- Jouno would see Sigma as himself at an earlier stage in life Given Jouno's history of crime before landing on the good path, he could see the potential in Sigma- especially because Sigma never really had the desire to hurt anyone, unlike Jouno. He would know better than anyone that it is possible to be changed, and I believe he'd support it in his own way, especially considering Sigma's age.

Anyway, just a silly bit of propaganda I've been sharing online, so far I've corrupted like 5 discord servers with it >:) Here's to many more.

Would love an opinion from the artist of all time!

Skylar

OOOOHHHH YES YES YES, THIS IS AO INTERESTING!!!

Firstly, I love throwing random characters into relationships (romantic, platonic, familial, whatever), so no need to say “hear me out,” I’m all ears!!!

Secondly, YESS!!! I love the idea of them becoming friends!!! I feel like they’d definitely have an understanding of each other, and can both bond from being former criminals, as you said.

I mean, Jouno literally asked Kunikida, who he fully believed was a terrorist, to join the Hunting Dogs, most likely because he himself was in the same position as Kunikida at one point and joining was a great decision in his life, why not do something similar with Sigma, in this case??

I also think that Jouno wouldn’t really find Sigma annoying the same way he he does most people, Sigma’s pretty polite and well-mannered most times, and so is Jouno when he’s in a good mood and not being irritated by something, so I feel like their friendship would actually be pretty relaxed compared to their relationships with their coworkers.

Also Jouno would be amazing at card games, he could practically read all of his opponent’s intentions by their heartbeats, slight movements of their fingers against their cards, not even people with the best pokerface can hide anything from him

Thank you for sharing this with me, but if you wanted to get the opinion of the artist ever you should’ve asked them!!

just, your normal hydration reminder is all, done by your sentient little guys, sentient little bottles yes.

i think it's funny how they advocate for the drinking of their liquids, maybe a bit morbit but i feel as if that's because im applying human traits to them, which, makes sense given they litterally have eyes a mouth and a pair of arms, but if they want to get rid of the water it must be nothing more than a weight to them

which is also quiet depressing thinking about it, given water bottles are litterally made to store water, and what a pitiful existence that it, to be made with the sole purpose of being filled with a weight of, and the moment you do you're discarded, left to the bins then to the dumb if not some random street or sea somewhere

still, after a life where youve known nothing more than sitting than a storage house only to be carried off to sit on shelves shortly afterwards, to be bought, to have that weight taken off, then to be placed to the bins where you then get sent to the dumps, will they even feel it? they wont be distributed by the scent as they have to way to process it, still they have eyes, they have mouths

ones kept close, amd likely, from the image, there's a high chance that it's something theyre unable to open, likely a vestige left by evolution, made out to be useless due to their current form

what was life like for them? before turning into a bottle?

still past that, it's a bold assumption to say that their hands even have sensors, and an even bolder one to say they'll be repulsed by trash, the smell of left over rot shouldn't be a thing that fazes them after all, evolution has no reason to make that happen, their bodies are immune to it, there's no inherent repulsion made there given such n such isn't a threat to their existence

still, these are beings that are able to feel empathy, that's why there's the hydration reminder, but are they really given how that reminder is only there to benefit their existence? or, does that even do so? is it just a brash assumption that it must be a weight to them and not something they inherently wouldn't mind the lost or gain of

and yet something they encourage to give away cause they know doing so would help more.than keeping it for themselves, and yet, what do they get for it? discarsion, abandonment, an eternity to a place filled where the corpses of their breatheren lie

yet still, that is a fate not inherently cruel, to live life with an ever changing scenery, from worms, and the sky, to racoons, and yet there's still the fact that you'd be living, lying with the mangled bodies of your kin, as distant to them as a cat is to us, to be made of the same flesh, but to exist with different fur, with different forms, and then there's the possibility to get buried in them, to not see the light of day or to feel much else other than the mangled skin of those who were also in the hands of the beings, to even see the crushed dented bodies of your kind and see how dirty theyve gotten

still, maybe a sea life would fare better, a life in the sea being carried by the tides, seeing the sun and the moon and the birds and fishes and plants and rock and coral that roam the land

and yet, and yet, to see what happens to those like you there, to get eaten to get swallowed, to see that bits and pieces of those like you are trapped inside vital parts of your breatheren one too many times for it to be a coincidence to know that you're only moments away from getting eaten, whatever that might entail, and potentially killing a being for something you can't control

and then there's being recycled, to be torn apart, to live having your peices not quite complete, or seperate, or put together in a way that's wrong

all without knowing the people whove done so to you believe it's for the better, because it is, you're being torn apart bit by bit by bit, and rebuilt into something else, because people wont accept you otherwise, because you'd likely be sent out to trash otherwise, that people would rather peice you apart and build you back up seperate or missing or wrong because theyd likely throw you away otherwise and youd do more harm than good cause of their own decisions, cause of their own inability to accept you for as you are without someone feeling the need to throw you away.

what a tragic pitiful existence these water bottles that tell you to hydrate live

This is really depressing, but reusable water bottle instead i guess?

Ok. So the time from 2020 lockdown till now has been transitional to me, with goods, badies as well as "just is" things to be processed/ needed to be gone throw.

Including change of how I practice my gifts to serve the esoteric/ spiritual community.

I ve lost most of my free clientele base of tarot since I stopped checking messages, ones who I'm still grateful for because theyve given me feedback, but I also have grown while giving them readings. Turned out esoteric community has spies, trolls who poke under many accounts. To test authenticity of your psychic gifts.

We are all psychic deep down. To put you to disappointment, even a healthy capable of seeing driver would hit a car to a wall if you try distorting his sight while driving. I think now my point is taken clearly. Spirituality like anything has rules, but what you see as psychic has more layers to it. In the end when I help, it wasn't out of obligation, I'm not right hand path. Maybe a bit stoic, but not rhp. So I help willingly.

No reading- despite mine are always mostly accurate- can do for you full satisfaction as you choosing your God given destiny through free will.

The fact that also social media is like a group of gossiping small town women, is overwhelming. Overwhelming when you realise you are being watched thoroughly even by people you don't know, although they don't press like nor comment, but you realise through comparing views of videos on a platform along with people who watch Pinterest for example versus people who watch you on twitter and your posts somehow go viral from one platform to another!

Especially with word twisting or stealing your intellectual property while not giving you credit. This was all contemplative to me.

Along with the telepaths who are sent by some group or force to know all about you disguising as friend.

I spent a three months retreat in a monastery to harness thoughts control, somehow I'm very wired to the universe I end up as "hot spot" for telepaths as I was told.

That along with possiblity of feeling like I'm canceled before I begin a blog or change social media. I know it sounds like I think I'm center of the universe, we I'm in my own story at least. So as everyone in theirs. But point is, you cant help the feeling especially when some forces or same personality types stalk you throughout life.

So I was healing that.

For me I don't care, despite of rollercoaster, paradoxes, selfishness, gaslighting and witch/ psychic wars of the community. Im on a mission, I decided to grow and help. The other side and spirit realms are all I know.

My religion is my belief in the unseen.

But aside from this, I revised lots of things while away for Techno reasons that made using social media difficult or notifications inaccessible.

I focus now on healing with energy even if I'll give readings.

I still do past life therapy , join my discord to meditate, uplift your daily mood, have some stoic positivity and also do yoga sometimes and attend dharma. Prices of reiki sessions are in discord, so as meditation courses.

Aside from that , I help with entity removal, but only depends on condition.

My life has been demanding to keep all the peace I could store.

I should be active from hereon, but on Fridays.

Wednesday free readings to all or one or one are closed, due to need of storing my energy and revising my morality about altruism, when to give it and when not to.

I'll be giving free general readings mostly Fridays if I will, and on seasons I'll open door to one on one for free, there's discounts even for charged readings in season.

Check description of this blog to see link of discord and see the change in my bio.

Also my primary blog is "odinsonblog"

It's seeing a renovation to a positivity blog.

I don't own a website, nor do I believe I got help enough to design it, I can't emotionally for now be a YouTuber. Maybe I will.

DUDE YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I WOULD LOVE TO UPDATE ONE OF MY OTHER WIPS BUT TMWYH HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD 😭😭😭

Between Catch Me, Run Don't Walk Away, Dirty Tissues, AND Chains and Whips I have soooo many fics and storylines going on in my head, but I can't write any of them because TWMYH is always there, bullying me into updating that first 😭😭 no but I'm not complaining because being able to hyperfixate on a fic is nice for a change rather than my usual bouncing from fic to fic, but I SWEAR I intend to update everything at some point, maybe the med au will release me soon...

(also I'm laughing at you discovering I wrote Who Needs Forever Anyway because that fic broke me and everyone else kldfgjkfldg oops)

AJSHD BELIEVE ME I GET IT - THE HYPERFIXATION BRAINROT IS REALLL </3

one thing about me though, ill NEVER complain about the 10k tmwyh updates, theyve literally become the highlight of my week!!! believe me, if i wasnt studying for exams SO MUCH fanart would be getting made </3

i keep meaning to comment on the last chapter but i havent had time yet :( will say though, i started CACKLING LIKE A WITCH when i saw the One Bed Trope, im a simple guy, what can i say... also becas "im NOT grumpy >:( im pragmatic" STAWPPP SHES SO CUTE AND 🤏🤏🤏

it makes me so happy that others are still as invested in this fandom as i am considering the fact that the last movie came out what, 6? 7? years ago!!!

(i mean this in the very best way possible, fUCK YOU for Who Needs Forever Anyway, that bitch had me ugly sobbing for straight HOURS... well gay hours but...)

it was August 30th, and we were talking on the phone towards the end of the night, I don't remember all of the conversation but I remember what lead up to a big moment between us..

you see, I never Really like to talk about it or mention it but August, and the month following, were difficult months between us, but at the same time, they were the biggest. I won't talk about the details but there was just a lot going on behind the scenes, that although I felt were there, didn't really believe it, while also just putting my trust into her that she was honest with me..

so it went like this, that night, we've had been having a lot of big conversations lately and a few arguments and struggles, but what I really loved about us is that we always took our time with eachother, we always stayed long enough for both us to meet in the middle and really get to the bottom of things, there was always patience and understanding.. and in this particular night I know she was talking to me about her doubts, her fears, and I did everything I could to reassure her of everything, but you know towards the end, I started to talk about myself, my fears, and doubts. I know I wasn't always the best at opening up but I remember this particular night I did, to the point where I teared up, and I remember asking her a specific question, and I hate that I can't remember what it was.. but it's what she said after that set everything in motion..

I was feeling down on myself, felt like I wasn't doing enough for her, for my family, for myself.. I never felt good enough, I always felt trapped, I always felt like I was failing.. and I expressed that to her.. but this, beautiful, smart, sweetest, brightest thing in the night sky Woman, poured her heart and words into me..

I don't remember all of her words, but I don't need to, because the way she spoke was a rhythm to me, something that I could always remember and hum along too.. she told me how amazing she thinks I am, how smart I am, how I do enough and more for everybody and I don't even realize it, that I could accomplish anything in life and most importantly.. that she believed in me..

And yes, I sat there, with tears in my eyes, starstruck by her words, I felt every single note that came through that phone.. and I had a moment to myself to really think.. you know I've always seen her, I've always known her, but I always felt there was something missing to that puzzle piece to really reveal the entire picture of how I really saw her and most importantly how I really felt about her..and it hit me like a dam train.. that I loved her..

So i told her, that I loved her, I spoke to her words that not another soul have ever heard from me.. she was shocked, and I know why, she thought she was going to wait for a long time with that one, I'm sure she thought she would never get it.. but it happened, and I wish I could describe how the next day, how big my heart had opened up for her, how all of my walls were completely stripped down, how when I looked at her, I felt and saw so many more colors than I had before.. all because of three words.. I love you..

in time i would learn that she felt it long before me, hell this sweet girl made me a playlist after the one i made her that was riddled with messages that she loved me.. and I hate myself everyday that it took me so long to catch up to that and to realize that.. I Just.. I knew when I met her I wanted to be with her, I knew that I saw a future with her, I knew that she was someone I wanted to grow with, marry, everything, never have I felt so sure about anything in my life, and I didn't want to mess it up.. I hated that I was always such a closed off person, that I was so scared of feeling certain things because of how I was hurt in the past..I just knew there was so much power to those words and i was scared. For so many people its easy for them to know or to say those words and feelings because theyve felt them before, but to me, it was a feeling that was so foreign to me, even when i felt all these emotions and feelings and thoughts for her, i was still slow to catch up to what that all really meant, like the dummy i am.. but that night? I felt every bit of it and it came out like a geyser.. it was just a light switch, everything I was feeling in that moment I even told myself "This is love you idiot, you love her!, SAY IT!"

it was well past midnight at this point, and it was officially August 31st, that I told her I loved her. and not a day went by that I don't say it, wether it's to her, or that I speak it to the wind and moon at night under my breath..

Those words changed everything, and every passing day my love for her grew and grew, little did I know that it was a little too late for that..

regardless if it was or not.. I never stopped loving that Flower Girl..even to this day..

I Love You, Elizabeth.

I love you against reason.. for when I spoke these words to you, I spoke them from the deepest, truest, parts of my heart and soul..for when I spoke these words, I didn't say them to bring you closer, to bind you, or simply because you were my girlfriend.. I spoke them on my own accord, my own will, defied every cliche.. for they were more than just words to me, in that moment I was giving you a part of myself that no one in this life will ever see or feel, a part of myself that I knew I was never going to get back.. and I was okay with that.. I spent a long time in my life searching for the meaning to those words, and they all lead to dead ends, but with you? those words, feelings, made sense, and it didn't stop in one place, it expanded like the universe.. although i cant explain how or why, but when I met you I always knew my life, my path with you, was never going to be a simple one, the pages to this book are still turning and I'm okay with that because our story is one that I never want to put down.. you'll always mean more to me than you realize, and I'm thankful and greatful for every moment I ever got to spend with you.

Tubbo may be threatening his war heads to anyone who dares oppose him, he sadly cannot. In Times far FAR before him, the Powers of the world came together, after witnessing a great calamity that nearly wiped out the world, it was barely stopped at a great price *subtly looks at foolish*. Even back then they rarely agreed on anything, but yeah, they would all like the world in one piece and liveable. So something had to be done. Heres the thing, Fae deals are very unique, in such that they truely cant be broken, The Powers agreed that The Fae Monarch, Eret, was appointed the duty to make a deal with every being with a drop of magic ability, a simple one, They must not do anything that might harm the Earth in any meaningful way, purposely or not. a bomb? Sure, Nature can reclaim what was destroyed, A warhead? no life might live there safely for hundreds of thousands of years.

They all know better than to call the bluff, just because he cant use war heads does not mean he doesnt have the means to make you cry and beg for mercy.

Coincidently This also Consolidates Erets claim to the throne and makes it very hard to form a coup against him, His throne is back by VERY old magics. Not just anyone can sit in it.

This could also be why Erets eyes are glowing white, showing all who look at just how much magic resides within him

(Also had a thought that Eret wasnt always so kind. Age, duty and loss has humbled him, but Long LONG ago, The Fae Queen was said to Have a Heart colder than any glacier, and A wit so sharp it flayed the minds that crossed paths with them. The Conquerer they call them. The servents Cowered in the halls as their King strode by, they did not want to be the one who earned their gaze. He made no Attempt to Hide his Name, (the throne has power more than what it was given after the Calamity) No one dared to speak it anyways, too terrified that She might hear. Parents told their children to behave ior he would come to take him away. Very few walked away alive after seeing him.

Eret is not his true name after all, and yet Herobrine is gone as Eret lives on, Long Live Eret! They rather like the person theyve become, its not easy, it took so much violence to be this gentle. Eret is much lighter Name, everything feels lighter Now, They rarely look back.

Very few people remain from those times, Immortal they may be, The Veiled Lady Death has everyone in the end. No matter how immortal one may be, the weary who feel like theyve seen too much may rest under her many wings. But some remain, in the darkest corners one may hear whispers of what was before, but as those who didnt live in those times gaze upon their leader, they cannot see it, however those who press the Gentle Ruler thinking it easy game, they see. A darker gleam in the eye, a shift in their posture, their primal instincts scream of a predator. Its gone a split second after, and Eret smiles with a bit more teeth gleaming out at the prey.)

( I wanted herobrine thory bc its neat, ad If I gotta world build a Fricking Thone I will do it. The Ruler of the Fae cannot have their name stolen nor can they Give it. They do not hold it after All. They are bound to the throne and the Throne alone, which holds the name of every Ruler to sit upon it.)

(I am so sorry this ended so Long, I started with Tubbo and somehow Ended with Eret and Not even I am sure how it got so far.)

Can't believe they nerfed Tubbo like that, smh.

A True Name....Names are strange things, aren't they? Especially ones so foreign to the mortal world. Meanings to them must be unique, their very essence defined within it's sound.

Herobrine...

A Name that makes the monarch's eyes burn a bit dangerously, makes their words a little colder and cruel.

And yet, after so long, it is no longer the one that defines them, no longer the Name that makes them.

(Someone calls out the Name, triumph and arrogant, thinking themselves so clever, and-

-none are more shaken than the monarch, when it comes out like plastic, a false name like all the rest.

Who are they now?)

Eret.

I wonder what that means.

What do you think?

Ali & Ronnie

Ali: [The day of but later] Ali: I convinced that man not to press charges or anything, the one that got involved Ali: so you don't need to worry about that Ronnie: wasnt Ronnie: tell someone who is Ali: 'course Ali: talking isn't the most useful thing for me to do right now so I'll pass Ronnie: go be useful then little girl Ali: I'm sorry he brought you Ali: that's fucked up Ronnie: course you are Ronnie: youre all well sorry now like Ali: For you, not myself, or ourselves Ronnie: no shit pity works with the rest of your brothers and sisters Ronnie: youre fucked up Ali: How so? Ronnie: show and tells over Ali: I hope it made you feel better Ronnie: bullshit Ronnie: none of you give a fuck how I feel Ali: yeah I do Ronnie: wheres it been Ali: you're meant to wait for the kid to make the first move, that's rule #1 Ronnie: if you wanna play by the rules Ali: so I've lost points, that's fine Ali: you don't want us to care, right? Ronnie: the way your family is im almost old enough to be your ma Ronnie: bit fucking late yeah Ali: You do have a solid decade on her, yeah Ali: I'm a late bloomer, clearly Ronnie: ill leave it to her to be proud Ali: a big ask, but I'll survive without Ronnie: like I said Ronnie: fucked Ali: Yeah, a fair bit Ali: nothing to shout about, or that hasn't been now Ronnie: you wanted a first move Ali: It was a choice Ronnie: nah Ronnie: a reaction Ali: That too Ali: like I said, hope it was what you needed it to be? Ronnie: ask him Ali: you just did it for Joe? Ronnie: why else Ronnie: none of you mean shit to me Ali: but he does, yeah Ronnie: connect the dots Ronnie: I bothered to carve each one out Ali: I can tell he loves you Ali: do you love him Ronnie: hes that fucking soft Ali: you do Ali: alright, that's something Ronnie: fuck you youve known him all your life and you dont Ronnie: theres no telling me how I feel Ali: I don't know him or I don't love him? Ronnie: have it both ways Ronnie: he tells it either way Ali: I probably don't know him now Ali: I'll allow that Ali: that's how he wants it so you don't have to defend him like I'm saying I do Ali: or that I'll force it, when he's been so clear Ronnie: hes the last person I can be arsed to defend Ronnie: but no shit he gets everything he wants Ali: What were you after Ali: we disown him Ali: or strongarm him into rehab and therapy Ronnie: yeah Ive got everything crossed for sobriety Ronnie: fucks sake Ali: disowning then, he's done it to us Ali: it won't happen the other way 'round, sorry to say Ronnie: give him your fucking sorry Ronnie: he was the one begging me to ruin it all Ali: close enough that he should still be happy Ali: I'm not sorry for him Ali: I already said, he shouldn't have used you like that Ronnie: thats what happens theres no fucking 💘 and 🥀 Ali: no one deserves that Ronnie: I am no one Ali: You aren't Ali: don't have to be Ronnie: people like their junkies part time or useful or repentant Ronnie: fuck that Ali: that's not your whole gig Ronnie: you don't know shit Ronnie: youre not under my skin or in my head Ali: I know enough to know that's bullshit Ali: if anyone was just their addictions and vices, you wouldn't need them Ronnie: yeah youre the smart one Ronnie: he told me Ali: He's the one at the fancy arts school Ali: how does he reconcile that with being the junkie one Ronnie: youre 16 theres no uni thatd take you yet Ronnie: happy birthday for whenever the fuck it was Ali: Thanks Ali: about a month ago Ali: extend the invite next time Ronnie: dont Ronnie: I wont show Ali: you haven't heard how great my parties are yet Ronnie: I aint a childrens entertainer Ali: be cool if you were Ali: have a heart attack when you showed up Ronnie: next time I need a few quid ill try and remember Ronnie: make you proud of me Ali: probably leave that to Joe, and your friends and fam Ali: but I know how to make balloon animals so hmu Ronnie: course you do Ronnie: youre the target market for hippy crack Ali: awh Ali: how true Ronnie: no shit Ronnie: how long you been in the youngest ones adhd meds Ali: not really my thing Ali: need to calm my brain, not stimulate it harder Ronnie: 💔 Ali: how'd you know about that Ali: doesn't seem like the sort of pillowtalk he'd be about Ronnie: i was in care i know what an kid with adhd looks like Ronnie: and theyve tried to diagnose me as everything but a west little bastard Ali: he's shit scared right now Ronnie: be fucked if he werent Ali: yeah Ali: he doesn't really know Joe Ali: was like 4 when he went to Uni so Ali: proper boogeyman shit Ronnie: mckenna will love that Ronnie: real boner for the misery Ali: someone should get something out of it Ali: he can pay for his therapy later Ali: more meds, whatever Ronnie: ill tell him to put in his will Ali: try not to die Ronnie: itd be the ultimate misery boner Ronnie: why should he stop getting what he wants now Ali: yeah, you do love him Ali: but hate him too Ronnie: 💘🥀 Ali: Is he worth it? Ronnie: youre describing freckles and the princess you know that yeah Ronnie: me and her dont share every dysfunction Ali: Nah, they don't hate each other Ali: loads of other stuff, people Ali: very them vs everyone Ronnie: she hates that she needs him Ronnie: that he makes her soft Ronnie: close enough Ali: You reckon? Ali: Hmm Ronnie: first rule of tortured kids club Ali: it's why she loves him too Ali: you'd understand if her sister had been there Ali: she's got no one to make her soft, I tried but Ronnie: gutted she werent there then Ali: you wouldn't like her any more than she'd like you Ali: it'd be fitting, but no fun Ronnie: thats the fun Ronnie: I hate you all Ali: I see the appeal Ronnie: have a go Ronnie: hate me Ali: I see your appeal Ali: why would I hate you? Ali: Fraze does and he's having the least fun of all Ronnie: you see what you fucking wanna Ronnie: youd have to know me to know if I had any appeal Ali: Then I'm a spoilt hippy brat, as you like it Ali: you'd have to do worse for me to hate you Ali: not my MO Ronnie: not wasting another flight on it Ronnie: kill your own ma Ali: then I'm good for it Ali: sorry again Ali: you did what you set out to do, making me 💔 wasn't part of it Ronnie: stop fucking apologising Ali: it offends you? Ronnie: I did what mckenna cant do for his fucking self being a useless pussy from cradle to grave Ronnie: he is under my skin and in my veins like it or not Ali: yeah, and my apology is worth a damn when you've got problems that big Ali: alright, I won't say it no more Ronnie: if it was for me Id have done it at 10 14 fucking 18 even Ali: 'course, you got fucked over at birth Ali: no other straws needed Ali: his is more of a slowburn of bullshit Ronnie: yeah Ali: I don't know what he's told you, or how much you care about it Ali: but they've always been like it, Fraze too Ali: we have no idea and they went through so much more Ali: but Joe's only got 5 on me, so that says all you really need to know Ronnie: thats lads for you Ronnie: cant handle any pain unless they glorify it Ali: or co-opt it Ali: if you don't wanna be like them, tell him to get his own Ronnie: Im not like them thats why he likes me Ronnie: it aint my winning smile Ronnie: helps that I look like you and your ma course hes that sick Ali: He's hated them both ever since Bea came around, then when we moved her, like it was for her Ali: he's spoilt, like you said Ali: but I really think he is sick, too Ronnie: no shit Ronnie: were both sick Ali: yeah Ali: maybe you'll wanna get help someday Ronnie: for what Ronnie: theres no happy ever after here Ali: to not be sick Ronnie: nice try little girl Ronnie: not gonna get cured Ali: yeah, well has to seem better than sick Ali: that's a big ask Ali: I can't imagine not getting to do the drugs I do, and that's everyone Ronnie: it's like being in a relationship yeah sometimes it makes you feel good sometimes it dont Ronnie: cant fix shit though Ronnie: the rots too deep and its already set in Ronnie: long before I took a hit Ali: That's medication for you Ronnie: thats pain for you Ali: Yeah Ronnie: if I cant cut it out Ill cut her out of me Ronnie: her face outta mine Ali: It's DNA Ali: everything and nothing Ronnie: if she's in my blood ill spill it all Ronnie: theres fuck all point keeping it on the inside Ali: It's a waste of you Ali: the you that ain't her Ronnie: I am the waste Ronnie: ive had enough kids scraped out of me it aint hard Ali: She believed in the happily ever after you don't Ali: more fool her Ronnie: she got it Ali: she wanted it with you Ronnie: bullshit Ali: She did, she loved your biological dad, basically as many years as she'd been about Ali: she didn't just not get an abortion because she was scared Ronnie: she wanted it with him then Ronnie: I was along for the ride til I got dumped out Ronnie: if she wanted me id fucking be there Ali: she could've tried Ali: yeah Ali: you would've got taken away though Ronnie: so what Ali: just that, she wasn't allowed to keep you, she was a 14 year old with no parent, they'd have separated you and put you into different care homes Ali: happened to her friend Ronnie: I was a 14 year old with no parents either Ronnie: and a 4 year old Ronnie: 4 months Ronnie: however the fuck far back you wanna go Ronnie: I still found ways to get shit that I wanted Ali: Yeah, I know Ali: you had enough to eat and a bed with a roof over your head Ali: you wouldn't have if you'd had her, if that was even possible, somehow Ronnie: no I fucking didnt Ronnie: not always Ali: if you were in a home Ali: more than a squat where no fucker pays the bills or gets groceries over smack, you know the situation Ronnie: I know it helps her sleep at night Ronnie: this story Ali: you don't have to add it to your narrative if it fucks with your peace Ali: ask Joe Ali: if he reckons he remembers everything back in Liverpool, he'll remember Ronnie: I dont need to ask him cos his story is that she blinked and her life was so fucking sorted that she pushed a shit ton more kids out Ronnie: where the fuck was I Ronnie: nowhere Ronnie: youre my fucking replacement is why Ali: she could've got you when she got Bea and Ro Ali: I don't know how old you were then, 13? Ali: they might've said she was sorted enough, maybe Ali: it was more, this girl has been abused and you're a friend she trusts who is willing to foster her so let's shove her at you and get her out, it wasn't happy families Ronnie: no need when theres already loads of shiny white kids to mother and 2 less shiny to play saviour too Ali: I could ask Ali: I was a toddler, and it wasn't my bedtime story too, believe it or nah Ronnie: luck of the irish Ali: I'll take 50% Ronnie: her sob story is as fucking useless to me as mckennas misery boners are Ali: 💔 Ali: very convincing performance in that case Ronnie: fuck you Ali: why Ronnie: if you have to ask youre not listening Ali: I meant the part where you necked on with him Ronnie: why not Ali: 'cos his boners are a letdown, obvs Ronnie: I dont need him to make me feel good Ronnie: and he fucking wishes he could do as good of a job as the shit that does Ali: thank God Ronnie: he wanted the shock factor thats me baby Ali: assumed that was his intention Ali: he stopped showing up as himself ages ago though, that was, not more shocking but impactful, let's say Ali: if he wasn't so obviously out of it, he might've known that we knew Ronnie: he wanted to stop showing up full stop Ronnie: til he gets shipped back in a ⚰ Ronnie: and reckoned thatd be the final nail for you all us fucking Ali: and us younger ones are dramatic, hilarious Ali: who doesn't want to get away from home? Ali: Tommy has been since he was 11, Bea went to Cambridge, Ro will too, Fraze only didn't because Bea told him he wasn't allowed to follow her Ali: I'm planning on Singapore, myself Ronnie: hes too pussy to handle being away from me Ronnie: or what I get like when he isnt in my fucking face Ronnie: that bit wasnt about you lot as much like Ali: it's how it goes Ali: that's why people get knocked up, get married, get fabulous careers, so you can have an excuse for why you can't make this weekend, will try to pop in for this event but end up just sending a card Ali: it's weird it's you, of course, you're both sick, duh, but look at it objectively Ali: it's your version of 2.4 kids and a dog Ronnie: he dont want me to slit my own throat or anyone elses but his more fool him Ronnie: cant knock me up or marry me thank christ Ronnie: I like that the dog is smack thats well poetic Ali: I'll have a go at writing it Ali: if you want a null and void illegal wedding too, I'll write those vows and all Ronnie: ill stick it in a song if you want better than happy birthday Ronnie: fuck that i belong to no one Ronnie: theres loads more fun illegal shit to do Ali: you write songs too? Ali: just don't let Joe play cello on it Ali: if depression had a 🎵 Ronnie: id lose money if i begged with him Ronnie: fucking hell Ronnie: looks pathetic enough but thats all Ali: very child actor vibes, or rockstar's kid Ali: you had it all and you pissed it all the wall Ali: not here's a couple of quid for a warm cup of coffee and a sarnie, no Ronnie: i can see his face hearing that Ronnie: id have to take a brick to it Ali: yeah, he probably hates me Ali: not as much as Fraze, didn't have the toddler clout to make us move to Dublin, bit rude Ronnie: you're in his way Ali: of what Ronnie: 💉 Ali: that's his hangup Ali: like I said, no one is forcing him to do shit here Ali: guilt's part and parcel of 💚 and 💉 ain't it Ronnie: youre not telling me shit I dont know Ronnie: hes the one shitting himself hes gonna get chucked in rehab Ronnie: nobodys coming to take me nowhere Ali: I get it Ali: she's shit at turning up Ali: tell her to work on it Ronnie: do what you want Ronnie: far as sisterly advice what ive got is dont ask me for a shot unless youre after a habit Ali: lecturing ain't my gig rn, she loves a bit of it so honestly no need when her 🧠 will be full of the 💔 Ali: cheers, I'll stick to the just saying no of it all Ronnie: get the money up front when you are gigging Ronnie: and take care of the kid when you aint Ali: I will, I do Ali: he's got a few years to grow before I'm going anywhere Ronnie: yeah Ali: and my wife might stay and they're best friends Ronnie: she was the one trying to rival us for most high Ali: ✌💚💉 Ali: it was a party before you walked in Ali: which I'm aware was very much the idea Ali: can I give you a tattoo I'm good Ronnie: go ahead Ronnie: not gonna be here long like Ali: where do you wanna meet, my rig is way portable Ronnie: [a place nearby wherever they are cos god knows but I doubt Joe wants to see Ali and she aint gonna tell him that's where she's going LOL] Ali: 👍 Ali: about 25 on my 🚲 Ronnie: reckon i can stay alive til then

Human goes home and sleeps for 15 hours, wakes up to eat and drink, and then sleeps for 15 more hours. When they wake up after everything they JOLT awake, because now that theyve recovered from sleep deprivation, blood loss, and Judas' charm their mind is clear. They can't believe they just walked away, so they book it back to the tomb, sprint in, and run directly into Judas. They have so many questions! Also he's cute. Theyre all cute. This is a lonely grad student and they found cute vamps lol

Suddenly, this has turned into a Reader-insert Otome variant of my Vampire AU. Not that I’m complaining about that. Choose your fate. Are you going to flirt with the debonair raven-haired flirt, the really cute atheletic blonde, this meme worthy gentle redhead, the really sweet lolita, or the sour-faced but actually soft on the inside one?

You cannot believe what happened to you, no, you actually cannot believe it at all. It hits you all at once that your curiosity had led you into a den of vampires, and yes, that realization was still smacking you in the face. You believed in logic, and you believed in fact, but the fact here was: 

Hey, the supernatural did exist. 

How had you gotten out of there alive? If the myths were right, they should have torn you limb from limb in a frenzy. You should have been out of any and all of your blood because five against one were really slim survival odds. You had somehow gotten lucky. 

That one that had ensnared you had merely taken what he wanted, and then ensured that you got out of that place before it was too late. His voice still rang in your ears no matter how much you tried to shake it off. It was as smooth as butter, and the tingles it left in your skin... 

Was that his power? 

No. 

Yes? 

You needed answers, and you weren’t going to get them if you stayed home and kept living on with your life. So, you made sure that you were protected. Crosses were a good start, so, you put on your necklace, and made sure there was garlic somewhere on your person. They may have seemed... you were just being wary in case of disaster. 

It was later at night when you rushed back over to the locked tomb, and you wadded through the dirt and gravel until you were back to the little makeshift chambers. You’re stopped dead in your tracks when a man appears in front of you, his raven hair is familiar, but his eyes are no longer bloody red, they’ve become a cool ocean of blue. 

“You...” you strain, “You’re the...” 

His toothy grin reveals his fangs to you. “Oh, it’s the little human,” he purrs, almost excited to see you again. His hand reaches out and brushes against your cheek. “I didn’t think you would come back, but I can’t blame you. Once you’ve had a taste for me... you can’t help but come back. Why are you back here anyways, then, darling?”

His eyes aren’t putting you into a fog, though. 

“You shouldn’t exist...” you say. “But... if I suppose that you do and that you really are a vampire... why did you let me go?“

He seems out of the past, that’s for sure. The fitted black-shirt he’s wearing and the neatly attached cravat. His hair no longer a mess but styled to look a certain messy way. 

“Did you think all vampires are monsters? I would be beside myself if I hurt one of you. I love humans. You gave me what I needed, and I made sure you were taken care of for being such a good little one. The others can be a bit... more uncontrollable. They’re still getting the hang up this. Oh, wait, I think I get it now. Did you come back because you wanted to be played with?” 

His tone is flirtatious. He seems to see nothing but the fun that he’s having at the moment. You’ve never had somebody do this to you before and for some reason, it kind of excited you. At the same time, you were concerned that yeah, maybe your thirst for information would get you into trouble. 

“I...” 

“JUDAS!“

You both glanced over to the other side of the hall where there was a blonde looking at him in irritation. “You know better than to do that to somebody. I get that you’re grateful that they could help you, but just because they came back doesn’t mean you should overwhelm them.”

The now named Judas, pouted, letting go of you as soon as the woman barked at him. “Minji, darling, you’re still my favorite former human. I told you, this one was just really sweet to me. They didn’t even tell anyone about us. They just came back for more.” 

Minji gives him a firm wallop to the back of the head, and looks at you, a bit ashamed. “I’m really sorry about him. I thought he learned his lesson ages ago, Saeyoung should really keep a leash on him. You’re feeling alright, aren’t you? I know he probably took more then he should have.” 

You’re floored by her kindness, but manage to nod your head. She’s got blond curls that frame her face in such a nice way, and a big warm smile that makes you want to sink into it. “I... I’m just really... confused about all of this. I had heard a lot of rumors about this place but I never thought there would be...” 

“I understand,” she says, soothingly. “And I appreciate that you haven’t told anyone about us. We’re grateful for what you’ve done. C’mon, we can answer your questions if you want. Saeyoung was excited when he realized you were such a studious type.”

“Saeyoung...?”

“Our boyfriend,” Judas chimed in. 

Oh. 

* so i know you guys aren't therapists so i don't expect a definite answer but i don't really know anyone who's bipolar and i can't afford therapy so i just need to ask someone about this. i've always been diagnosed as bp2 which made sense to me because my mom is bp1 and we're very different. i experience mostly lows + mixed episodes and my manic episodes are very short (ive been told this could be because im autistic/adhd?) but i was talking to someone about bipolar and (continued in next)

* (cont) they told me if i'm experiencing a lot of psychosis (which i am) that i was misdiagnosed and should be bp1? is there any truth to that? there's so much misinfo about bipolar i'm not sure where to look for answers. do you guys have any insight?(Cont) From what i understand bipolar 1 & 2 tend to be differentiated by whether or not the hypo/manic phase includes psychosis or has required hospitalization so if someone is type 2 it doesn't mean they can't experience psychosis just that if they do the dx gets changed to type 1. (Like in some ways the difference between the types is kind of not needed because the difference between the two is basically a single symptom since requiring hospitalization is a pretty variable one given resources)Answer: Nearly everything that falls under the mental health umbrella can be very confusing. Lots of conditions have overlapping symptoms, and a person who has been diagnosed with one mental illness is statistically more likely to be diagnosed with another sometime in their life. This definitely applies to Bipolar Disorder. Mania and Hypomania are very similar, and can equally affect one's quality of life in nuanced ways that make them hard to differentiate between, even for professionals in the field. Many people believe a common misconception that the sole differentiater between Mania and Hypomania (and also Type I/Type II) is psychotic features, but in reality, it usually has more to do with the duration of the episodes. There is some variance on the exact length of time, but usually in order to meet the diagnostic criteria for Bipolar I, you have to had experienced a manic episode at least one time, with emphasis on needing little sleep per night or even no sleep at all, lasting a period of at least 5-7 days,. Being hospitalized is not necessarily a requirement, but can often be an indicator. If someone is hospitalized due to mania, they are often Type I, but people with Type II often find themselves in hospitals as well, usually because of suicidal actions or behaviors associated with depression.Psychosis is not unique to Bipolar I, but it more commonly occurs during Mania -as opposed to hypomania- because it is largely intensified by going long periods of time without sleep. On average, people who are neurotypical begin to experience auditory and/or visual hallucinations when they reach 72-90 hours without sleep. Most people can't even reach that point without falling asleep on their feet. A person with Bipolar I however, can go weeks, even months at a time exsisting without a complete REM cycle which is very damaging to all systems of the body. Hope this helps, and always remember that an average person, no matter how much research theyve done or knowledge they think they have, is absolutely unqualified to give you any type of official diagnosis, especially since the mental health care industry is constantly updating and improving diagnostic tools and treatments as we understand more about the inner workings of the brain.-Mod AidenP.S. I love every one of you dang cucumbers, never forget.

You’re My Best Friend ~ Roger Taylor x OC 7.2

Chapter 7.2

"Barbara, this is not a big deal, okay? What if he's not even there today?" She asks, holding her hands out in a questioning manner and then shrugging shoulders at the possibility.

That was certainly true, although, I wouldn't know how to feel if he wasn't there, I felt much more ready to talk to him, so it would definitely be a shame if I didn't get to at least try.

"Bus is here!"

The bus journey took around forty five minutes, it didn't feel like it at all. The time ticked and ticked and ticked so quickly, which I didn't know whether or not I was thankful for. Stella and talked all the way there, I felt as though I had been rambling the whole time.

Kensington was so beautiful, the buildings, right in the heart of the city. I admired the view as we walked along the streets, we walked past the Tate gallery which I had decided that in the future I would visit. We carried on moving until we reached a kind of square which was covered in different stalls, clothing and novelty kinds of things.

"Now, which one is it?" Stella asks, she crosses her arms, looking around frantically at all the stalls.

"I have no idea, it's a clothing stall. That's all I know," I answer here, reaching for her arm and pulling her with me forward towards the flock of stalls mad up of gazebos, little buildings and tall tents.

Me and Stella squeezes through, row by row, looking for Freddie and Mary's stall. Stella was looking at the contents of what the people were selling, pointing around desperately at all the beautiful jewellery and clothes on sale.

"Is that them there?" I hear Stella shout over the background noise of other people talking. She pointed over along the row that we were walking down, further towards the end on the right side.

I follow her pointed finger and to my relief, or terror, I see Freddie and Mary helping each other hang up an item of clothing that she was too small for to reach one of the rails. Stella was the one to pull me towards them this time, they still hadn't noticed us as he kissed her sweetly.

"Freddie! Mary!" Stella calls out as we approach them. As soon as they hear us they break away from their kiss, they both grin when they turn around and see us in front of them.

"Darlings!" Freddie calls back, taking a step forward and pulling us both into a group hug before letting Mary hug us one after the other, "Come in, we were just about to have some brunch."

Mary smiles largely at the both of us, "I'm so glad that you both could finally make it."

"I love what you've done with it," I reply, looking up at the way that all the clothing was arranged, it was so neat and pretty, a variety of colours.

"Yes, well, this took us all morning to do," Freddie laughed and rolled his eyes, "Roger made quite the mess, he tripped over and knocked a lot of it down so we've had to rearrange it."

My heart rate quickened for a moment or so at the mention of his name, I forced a grin onto my face as the rest of them laughed at the short story.

"He's actually out at the back, sorting a few boxes," Freddie continues after the laughter had died down, "I must check on him, follow me, I shall introduce you."

"Me and Stella glanced at each other, she held my arm tightly, squeezing for a second to reassure me that she was here with me since she knew how nervous I had been about this moment. My heart was going crazy, but it also felt like it had stopped at the same time while we followed Freddie. Mary stayed at the front just in case any people were to buy anything.

I'd been waiting for this opportunity for ages, not knowing whether it was to ever come, I almost couldn't believe it, I was expecting to see someone else, another Roger unloading boxes, but no, it was definitely him, the same man that I had seen drumming a few nights ago and my old best friend.

Freddie had lifted up a curtain in order to enter the back of the stall that he and Mary owned, I suppose it was a space for them to have a relax and keep new stock, which was what Roger was apparently unloading.

There he was, dressed in white jeans with a brown blazer, a black t shirt underneath, taking out an item of clothing from one of the many boxes surrounding him before folding it and gently placing it on the shelving in front of him. He was slightly taller than the last time that I had stood this close to him, his hair was a little darker and a tad bit longer. Although  there were changes, I could still see that it was him by the way he stood, his knee slightly bent, a posture that he had grew into since his early teens.

"Were you laughing at me out there, Freddie?" Roger asks, keeping his eyes and face trained on the shelf in front of him, still not noticing that he had an audience of three watching him, which included Freddie and Stella, "Because I don't appreciate it, my leg still hur-ts," He continues, but stammers when he finally turns his head around, looking at Freddie, before realising that it wasn't just Freddie watching him, that me and Stella were here too.

His eyes were suddenly fixed upon me and I stared back at him, not knowing what to do or how to react to him seeing me. His mouth was also agape as he stayed still for what seemed like forever, it was as if my presence had turned him to stone or I had put him into some kind of trance, I thought that I had spontaneously acquired the skill of hypnotism. Although he seemed to have the same effect on me, I felt like I couldn't talk, I thought quickly about how weird this must've looked for Freddie, and Stella, but at least this meant that he had not forgotten me after all.

"I- er, I- Belle?" Roger stuttered, trying to form a sentence, but used his nickname for me, as if he could not believe for one second that I was here, perhaps believing that I was some sort of apparition. The use of the nickname that he had given me around six years ago now made my heart warm, remembering our little music room that we spent so much time together in. He remembered.

My mouth stayed slightly ajar as his eyebrows for a millisecond, "Hi, er, h-i," he had the same effect on me too, although I had no excuse to be acting in this silly way, I was supposed to be ready for this moment, but soon realised that nothing in this world could ever prepare me for this reunion.

I wanted to cry and I couldn't take my eyes off of him, so I tried to hold myself together, not wanting to embarrass myself as I couldn't tell what what he was thinking, his eyes were slightly larger than they usually were. We must have been stood staring at each other, doing absolutely nothing but figuring out whether or not this was actually happening.

Until he did react, in the way that I was hoping him to. His mouth broke out into a large smile, showing his teeth as he let out a short hiccup and breathy laugh. He almost tripped over again on the boxes as he made his way towards me quickly, practically sprinting, his arms were open as he engulfed me into a large hug. I found it hard to breathe, but I didn't care one bit, I shakily wrapped my arms around his upper-back and I rested my head on his shoulder before nuzzling it into the crook of his neck, he still smelt the same, reminding me of home. He did the same, tucking his head into my neck easily as my hair was held up into a bun, which I was silently thanking Stella for. I felt his hands gently rubbing my back, holding me tighter, as if he was still figuring out whether this was real, whether I was real.

My heart suddenly felt so full at the contact, this truly meant that I had him back, after the past few years of my heart feeling a certain loss at the lack of Roger Taylor, my closest friend, "I missed you," I mumble against his neck as he continued to hug me, swaying left and right slowly.

"I bloody missed you too," I hear him reply, his head still tucked into my neck, laughing when he uttered he word 'bloody', "It's been too long, Belle."

"Too long," I grin and laugh breathlessly in relief due to the fact that I knew that from now on I wouldn't have to live 'Rogerless'.

I couldn't ever let him go now.

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Wowowoowowwowowowowwoowwowowowow I'm so happy what, THEYVE REUNITED

WHOOP *celebrates* *pops bottle of champagne* WHOOP

Also I believe that this whole time I've been spelling Beba wrong, I was reading a fanfic and they called it Biba. So, I'm an idiot. I'll change that when I have the time 🙄🙄

Thank you so muchhhhhhhh for reading and baring with me, I know that it's taken a little while for them to reunite, but I hope it's been worth the wait! I can't wait for them to have their lil best friendship back and we will see where it takes them *wink wink nudge nudge*

Thank you thank you thank you

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