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theabysswatchers333 · 3 years

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The Walten Files Theories:

I rewatched the series and I have some new theories and my guess on the timeline. If anyone saw my previous theories about Jack being in Boozoo. I take that back. I struggle to see faces and I got Charles and Jack confused. Anyway with theories from my brother I think I understand the Walten files a lot better now. But of course these are just theories or guesses to the story. I went all out and spoke on all my theories because I think that's what your supposed to do. Since the story of bons burgers isn't told in a traditional sense. My brother also helped me generate ideas so I want to give him some credit too, enjoy!

Firstly I want to cover two big mysterious. Jack and Charles. Their fates are really left to mystery. But I think we get enough clues that the peices can be put together.

Charles is the most unknown important figure in the entire series. We know what he looks like and who he was stuffed into but otherwise we don't get much else. I have a few theories on him. With the casting of Boozoos ghost and the fact that everyone Felix killed was an employee, I think Charles was an important or high ranking employee under the founders. My guess would be that either he made the animatronics, he was the person who handled the buisness side of things, or he was the highest ranking and most loyal Tech support. I think he may have been close to the founders. So close they set up opening day to be on Lily's birthday (I assume Lily was close to Charles, a daughter or a neice) I picked up on this when Linda called Lily by name in her letter. If it was someone she didn't know she would've said "opening day" or just "a birthday party" she had probably met Charles and Lily at least once to know this info. And at this time the company wasn't off the ground yet. So with that established I think Charles was killed for one of two reasons (or a mix of both) A. Jack set it up so that if something happened to him Charles got his part of the company and become a founder or B. Charles was the one who told the authorities about what happened at Bons burgers. If you remember in Rosemary's section there is a shadow that follows behind then slowly and walks in as shes stuffed. That couldve been charles. He may have picked up that Felix acted strange around his female employees (I always thought it was odd aside from Jack and Brian the majority of the deaths were woman) plus the "nows shes beautiful bit" which may have gotten Charles to keep on eye on the other employees and watch over them. But that eventually got him killed. Both theories are things Felix wouldn't have wanted to happen. When Jack is dead he acts as if he barely existed and even capitalizes off his disappearance. I think Felix while caring for the Waltens also had a big ego. Thinking he was above everyone and obsessive about his image. Which probably lead to all the deaths but especially Charles.

That leads me into my next theory. No one is in Bon. Bon is the face of the company. I think Felix's ego is to big for him to ruin the animatromic that is the company's brand. I think all the murders that happened when Bons burgers was open were entirely Felix. Even though we're seeing the bon animatronic. If you notice in Rosemary's part, bon had human hands. Separate from the suit

See? The suit is covering someone human. At this point Felix couldve been wearing the suit. But later it was probably impossible for Ashley and Brian to be killed by Felix. Which Leads me to my next part.

We can tell by Ed and Molly possessing their rabbit that the bodies don't have to be inside the animatronic for them to be possesed. While Felix obviously didn't die he still could've possesed Bon in some way. Like a poltergeist situation, where his guilt was so extreme. Plus his heightened emotions when he killed wearing the bon suit. It left Bon possesed by his energy. I think this makes sense as Bon is clearly hunting for Sophie. However he doesn't know what she looks like and is just randomly attacking employees that have the same uniform. So it doesn't make sense that Jack or Felix are actually in the suit.

I actually think that after Bons shut down the bodies were removed from the animatronics. All the animatronics have the same large holes in their chests. Which don't look like regular wear and tear. This is probably also why they could be reopened and reused as the biohazard was removed before they were stored.

Billy is dirty but doesn't have any holes, as he wasn't stuffed with a body until after he was put into the storage facility. Bon probably had blood on him from Felix and had to be cracked open, Sha was also opened. If your curious as to why Police didn't just take off the top layer and expose the exoskeleton. The inside of the animatronics probably had evidence that they took in. Like hair, blood, nails, or if you think some were stuffed alive (like Susan), scratch marks.

Now after those linked thearies let's go back to Jack. A lot of people wonder why Show bear wasn't apart of the show stoppers. But with the estimated timeline were shown. Jack was probably murdered first after Ed and Molly died. I theorize that A. Jack is in showbear and B. Showbear was in the showstoppers but Felix became paranoid or because it was his first kill while drunk he wasn't able to hide the body properly so he dumped the whole animatronic in a well. Probably just off the Bons burgers property.

With all those theories laid out im gonna give my estimated and theorized timeline

Jack and Felix co-founder a restaurant and name it Bons Burgers. They start to hire employees before it opens and set up the opening date to be on Lily's birthday. Which is Charles Neice or Daughter. Charles was close to the Waltens and Krankens and probably did behind the scenes work on the buisness or was a loyal friend they hired as an employee. Before opening day Felix is asked to take Ed and Molly to a school dance and drop them off at home. He takes them to the dance and drinks while he's there. He then starts to drive them home. Combined with his drunk driving and the loose laws on seatbelts in the 70s; Ed and Molly are killed in a car crash. Where Felix survives. Felix buries Ed and Molly, who go on to posses their stuffed rabbit even though their still buried. Jack kept calling Felix more and more panicked. Felix probably lied and said he took them to bons burgers and lost track of time. That he felt dizzy and needed Jack to come pick them all up. When Jack got there Felix probably attacked him and thought he killed him and roughly stuffed him in showbear. But because of his drunken state he couldn't quite do it right. So instead he dragged showbear to a nearby well and threw the animatronic inside. Jack was probably alive still. In his later messages he begs for help, stating that he can't breath. Rosemary or Felix reports all three of them missing. Opening day comes around, it seems it went smoothly but for some reason Susan is killed and stuffed inside Banny. Probably alive, per the "the rabbit is starving" section. Bons burgers continues operating until Felix tricks Rosemary into the back rooms. Wearing the Bon suit. He dismembers her alive and stuffs her in Sha. Charles walks in or he's already gone to the police so he's also killed and stuffed in Boozoo. Along with presumably Susan screaming at night still alive and begging for help. Bons burgers is closed for good. Felix still wants to kill Sophie to ensure that he is never caught but he never manages to do so. The animatronics are inspected and all bodies are removed. Everything is moved to the storage facility as the case is investigated. The case probably went cold, or at least the bodies weren't buried yet as Felix was never found out. With all of them having unfinished buinsess they still continue to haunt Bons burgers. Most of the showstoppers don't seem to reanimate. Instead finding their way into employee tapes, cartons, and the arcade games like bunny farm. Bon possesed by Felix's negative energy from his murders, attempts to hunt down Sophie. Eventually after the case is either dropped or goes cold. Attempts are made to reopen Bons burgers as the characters are still successful. The relocate project start up and the three employees are sent to try and fix the animatronics. Ashley goes into the backroom and is killed by Bon and stuffed in Billy. This shuts down the relocate project for a while. Brian is hired to try and fix the animatronics again. But is stopped by Bon and is hunted down and mauled left to die. Until eventually it appears the project is successful as Sophie and Jenny seem to be new employees handling the machines in a different setting. While playing Bunnyfarm Sophie starts to, and eventually remembers her family.

Stepping back from the lore and story in their universe. I feel like there is another angle you could see the story in. I also think the Walten Files could be being told from Sophie's perspective, possibly in thearpy. These seemingly meaningless tapes suddenly Jolt memories and flashbacks. Which would also explain the random music, dates, distorted pictures, and disjointed conversations. Honestly some parts in the Walten Files remind me of my own memories and flashbacks as a person with memory problems like Sophie. However there isn't much evidence for that. But it is still possible. From that Angle the sequence of events still play out the same but instead of the tapes being haunted its Sophie's having flashbacks as she remembers bits and peices.

That's all I have! Sorry it ended up being such a long post, I hope it makes sense. Have a good day, thank you for reading!

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For You: Stand By Me

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Chapter 5: The Boy Who Said ‘Always’

Lei’s POV

Thirteen is a landmark age for everybody, I think. When I was thirteen, my life took off in a positive direction, but there were some drawbacks.

Sehun finally made his debut as an idol, attracting the attention and admiration that he always deserved. This wasn’t such a bad thing in itself, but I had seen less and less of him in the weeks leading up to his debut, and I almost stopped seeing him altogether once he was officially a member of EXO. It was a little sad, only being able to see him from the opposite side of a screen when he had been before my eyes for all those years, but I was happy that his dreams were being realized.

Maybe missing him would have been more crippling had I not been so busy with my own projects. Every morning, Amber and I sprinted through the halls of studios downtown to catch idols for interviews before their promotional stages. By the afternoon, I was back in the training studio with people closer to me in age and experience, working toward our shared goal of becoming real idols too.

Why I Experienced A Surge In Happiness At Thirteen:

I spent most of my time with Amber, who I admired deeply.

Speaking to such a vast collection of idols every morning taught me what I was training for: the opportunity to entertain others and express myself through art.

Johnny, Mark, and many of the others who would go on to form NCT took me under their wing on co-ed days.

Joy looked out for me on girls’ training days.

With Johnny, Mark, the rest of NCT, and Joy on my side, the mean girls were much less vocal in their bullying.

I know that this is kind of silly since I swear I believed Sehun when he taught me that others’ approval (or disapproval) didn’t define me, but I remember smiling from ear to ear when Amber showed me all of the supportive comments from people who called themselves my fans just from watching me interview idols with her. So many people cheered for me even though I hadn’t debuted or shown any hint of talent yet.

Even then, it occurred to me that Amber had carefully combed through all of the comments only to show me the uplifting messages, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to dwell on criticisms that I couldn’t see— especially not when she had gone to such lengths to inspire me. Besides, having just been freed from my braces, I embraced almost every opportunity to smile and boast my lack of a gap.

Those days weren’t necessarily easy or perfect, but they were simpler (at least in part) because I did not yet have to manage my image on social media. In my dealings with the public, I followed Amber’s lead and trusted that everything would work out. Now that I am older and I better understand those responsibilities, I hope that I wasn’t a burden to her.

The thing is, Amber never treated me like a burden. In many ways, she almost acted as if we were equal— as if she didn’t outrank me in age and experience in the industry. Still, she was responsible, protective, and considerate of me, all without ever boasting about what she did for me. Those days of following her lead shaped me more than I can ever explain.

If you imagine the perfect older sister, I promise that Amber was better in every way. She proved that every day and especially when we went to Japan for the S.M. showcase and she coordinated that belated surprise for my birthday.

Because that week in Japan marked my first break from training since I started a year prior, the trip was something like a vacation for me. My only responsibility was to help Amber vlog backstage. Once I was done with that, I reported to Super Junior’s dressing room, where Mom had set up a big screen for me to watch all of the performances without getting in anybody’s way.

I was alone, but I had long since learned to entertain myself. When a song I especially liked played through the speakers (spoiler: being first and foremost S.M. trash, I liked every song), I would set my popcorn down at my feet to stand and emulate the choreography while singing along.

Suffice it to say, then, that I was having the time of my life before the morning Amber tiptoed into my hotel room to tug me out of bed before the sun had emerged from its place tucked behind the clouds.

I knew that we were going somewhere special when she gave me a gift bag containing a pair of bubble gum pink overalls. To avoid waking Mom, who was sprawled out and snoring into her pillow, Amber whispered, “Happy Late Birthday! Hurry up and change into that. They’re waiting for us downstairs.”

Amber had been careful not to name who was waiting for us downstairs, but I wouldn’t have believed her if she had. Never in a million years would I have dreamed of meeting Key and Minho in the hotel lobby. They stood, bickering, by the front doors.

I guess Amber wasn’t expecting to see Key either. Furrowing her brows at him, she demanded, “What are you doing here?”

Key scoffed, “Good morning to you too,” but I caught the ghost of a dimple in his left cheek and figured that he was one of many who had a thing for Amber.

She seemed a little oblivious, wrinkling her forehead as she crossed her arms. “Where is Taemin?”

“Yeah.” Minho hurled fire at Key with his eyes as he repeated, “Where is Taemin?”

Key shrugged. “Fast asleep, I guess.” And Minho rolled his eyes.

My face, red enough from being so close to members of my all-time favorite group, darkened with the repeated references to Taemin, who must have been my ultimate bias. I breathed, heart pounding as I was trapped somewhere between relief and disappointment at the realization that he wouldn’t be joining us.

Too overwhelmed by Key and Minho and Taemin’s mere name, I didn’t even notice that Sehun was standing in a darkened corner until he said, “It looks like it’s going to rain soon. Shouldn’t we try to beat the rain?”

Something I can’t understand washed over me. Never in the years of knowing Sehun had I ever embraced him before, so I don’t know what I was thinking when I ran to him and threw my arms around his waist. It couldn’t have lasted for more than a second. As soon as I realized what I was doing, I released him, blushing harder than I had in my entire life.

Thankfully, Key and Minho were too focused on Amber (who was too busy trying to figure out where Taemin was) to witness my utter humiliation. The only witness was Sehun, who only blinked at me. A corner of his lips flicked upward as he waved. “Hi.”

He must have been in a good mood that day. When I finally gathered the courage to meet his gaze, he wasn’t glaring at me. Maybe because I was embarrassed enough without his lecture, he didn’t bother to correct my behavior.

I imitated his tiny smile and waved back. “Hi.”

And then I felt it all at once: how much I missed our everyday interactions— that I was no longer the only one who thought he was the most handsome person— that while I had naturally memorized his every word and every expression, while I had appreciated our every scattered moment, something about Sehun was past tense.

And I had never known to prepare myself for the feeling that I was saying goodbye to something that I couldn’t name but loved nonetheless. I probably couldn’t have prepared myself anyway, and I wouldn’t have wanted to risk ruining the days that are now memories by anticipating the end, but I was so caught off guard by the influx of emotions at the sight of Sehun that (all day) I struggled to catch my breath.

I couldn’t quite hear Minho tattle to Amber that Key had stolen Taemin’s ticket to Sanrio Puroland— I couldn’t quite smile about the surprise destination or mourn the missed opportunity to meet my ultimate idol— over the screaming thought that they were slipping away — or maybe (deep down I knew) they were already gone: the days of sitting by Sehun’s side.

It’s sad that so many details of what could have been our last golden day are lost in my memory. Even as I sit here, trying to dust off the memories off with my pen, all I can recover is the all-consuming fear that I was losing him who was never mine.

There is something sad about the passive love I had for Sehun. No matter how we changed, no matter how many days passed, no matter how the trees and flowers wilted and blossomed, come rain or shine, whether we spoke every day or never again, I would always want to see him just one more time. Always, even if one of us should try to strike it dead, even if one of us should try to forget, my one hope would be to see him happy.

The sad part is: I never willingly gave him my heart. Sehun had it from the moment we met. While something about that is very sweet and childlike and beautiful, it is cruelly unfair. Had my heart ever been mine to give, I probably would have given it to him anyway, but that’s not the point.

I read once that you don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I never got a say in who hurt me. If I had gotten a say in who hurt me, though, I probably still would have chosen Sehun. Like that book said, I probably would have liked my choice.

Anyway, here is what I remember. Here is what I can never forget:

Minho and Key, in their competition for Amber’s attention, had trampled on Sehun’s last nerve, so he wordlessly gestured me away from the group, toward a cotton candy stand.

Nobody noticed the almost childlike smile that grew on his face as he asked, “You like the little bunny, right?” He pointed to bright pink cotton candy shaped in My Melody’s image, and I nodded, too stunned that he remembered my favorite Sanrio character to speak.

When you love somebody the way I loved Sehun, you imagine that there is some deep significance to everything they say and do. Maybe that’s foolish. Or maybe something perceived or imagined is somehow real too. I don’t know.

Even on the most superficial level, I appreciated the smile he concealed behind the tall cotton candy before he entrusted it to me.

Chest heavy and aching for reasons even his apparent happiness couldn’t drive away— wondering if it was normal to want to cry even in the presence of someone who makes your heart flutter— wondering how it was possible to miss somebody right in front of me, right in arm’s reach— I started to say that the candy was too cute to eat.

Then, feeling like that was a weird thing to say, I decided to ask Sehun to take a picture so I could remember this moment later when my thoughts weren’t quite so bitter and only sweetness remained, but I never got the chance.

Dark storm clouds rolled in overhead and spilled cold rain on us without warning. By the time Sehun pulled me under some pastel pink and blue umbrella, much of the candy had dissolved into a shapeless pink blob.

“Sorry,” Sehun muttered as if he had caused the rain. He held his hand out, and I don’t think I would have given him the spoiled candy had I known that he would toss it into the trash bin without hesitation. He promised my devastated expression, “I’ll buy you another one once the rain lets up.”

Frowning, but not quite on the verge of tears, I mumbled, “I didn’t even get to take a picture.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “What a weird thing to say. You were never meant to photograph it. You should be whining, ‘I didn’t get to take a single bite.’”

I said, “People mourn tragedies differently, Sehun,” and I know he wanted to laugh at my dramatic reaction, but he was kind enough to bite back his snickers. And although I had forbidden myself from saying so, when I glanced over at him, and my heart tremored, I blurted, “I miss you.”

Again, he remarked, “What a weird thing to say.” Often when we spoke, Sehun looked away from me, toward something in the distance, but he had been eyeing me strangely since I hugged him in the hotel lobby. I always regretted hugging him. “How can you miss me when I’m standing right beside you?”

Why couldn’t he ever just accept how I felt? Always, always, always, I was embarrassed after revealing my feelings to him, but no shame was ever enough to remind me to bite my tongue. Something about him always compelled me toward honesty.

My face flushed, and I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe you’re just not the same person you used to be.” Sehun grunted as if I had knocked the breath out of him, but I knew that I wasn’t strong enough to do that, especially not with words. “Maybe I loved—”

I hadn’t meant to say that. I meant to say ‘liked,’ but ‘loved’ came out of my mouth instead. I carried on as if I had made no mistake (and maybe I hadn’t), “— who you were as a trainee, and now—”

Why had I said anything at all? I made no sense. My gaze fell somewhere around my feet, somewhere in a shallow puddle. “Well, we never really were equals, huh?”

“I’m not different,” Sehun claimed instantly as if he somehow understood my gibberish.

I argued, “I’m not saying that you tried to change. You just have because that’s what people do.”

“Not me.” I watched Sehun shake his head, but I didn’t look too closely at his face. “And not you either. I’m still me, and you’re still you, so I don’t know why you’re so upset.”

“You really don’t think I’ve changed at all since we met?” I don’t know what I expected. I had always suspected that Sehun would only see me as the nine-year-old he met by the vending machine, but I was somehow disappointed.

Fidgeting under my skeptical stare, Sehun conceded, “Well, obviously some things are different. You’re older and taller. You sound a little different. You don’t look at things with little stars in your eyes anymore, and you don’t walk with your head down like you did last year, but—” He rolled his eyes when I raised my eyebrows to say ‘I told you so,’ — “what matters hasn’t changed.”

Because I didn’t know, I asked, “What matters?”

Sehun shook his head, finally looking away from me as he stuffed his fists into his pockets. “If you don’t know, there’s no point in telling you.” His voice, usually so calm and collected, burned me. I gasped at his temper, and he swallowed his frustration to say, “Words can’t convince anybody that you care about them.”

My jaw dropped. “You care about me?” The answer must have been obvious from the way Sehun cut his eyes at me.

When my cheeks turned red and I looked away, he quietly said, “I don’t like saying these things, Lei, so you’re going to have to put two and two together to realize that I’m always going to look out for you.” I didn’t think it was possible, but his voice dropped even lower when he breathed, “You’re going to have to realize for yourself that it hurts my feelings when you accuse me of changing.”

I almost choked on the humid air. “Your feelings?”

He frowned at my reaction, a thin line forming between his eyebrows as he drew them together. “Yes. I have them too, you know, even if I don’t spill them everywhere.”

Apparently, I had accidentally touched some nerve, but I didn’t think that justified Sehun’s harsh words. “I don’t spill my feelings everywhere.”

I glared at him, thinking that I would have apologized for hurting his feelings if he hadn’t set out to hurt mine too. “I only spill them to you because—” He gave me that warning stare, but I wasn’t going to say anything bad, so I frowned at him for always expecting the worst from me— “I trust you.”

Sehun seemed surprised that I could admit something so nice in the midst of what had become an argument. His eyes widened, and his expression softened as he reminded, “You shouldn’t trust boys.”

Almost teasingly, I lied, “I don’t really see you as a boy, though.” Sehun snorted, so I maintained, donning my most solemn expression, “Really, I don’t! I see you as more of a guardian angel.” Even when he was mean for the briefest second, I only thought good things about him.

“A guardian angel?” Sehun repeated, chewing on his grin. “I should warn you that the more you expect from somebody, the likelier they are to disappoint you— even if they really don’t want to.”

“You can’t disappoint me,” I said, “because I don’t expect anything from you.” Even while living in the moment, I knew that Sehun didn’t believe me, but I promised anyway, “I won’t get mad at you even if you get tired of looking out for me. I get that most people don’t mean words like ‘always’ and ‘forever’ and ‘never.’”

“I wish you didn’t know that,” Sehun said so quickly that I almost thought I imagined is voice. “I mean those words when I say them, though.”

That was the first time that I didn’t believe him wholeheartedly even though I wanted to. I didn’t think that Sehun was purposely lying or anything; I just think that some words are too big— too infinite— for people to understand well enough to use truthfully. It’s an accidental dishonesty. It’s enough that somebody wants it to be true. Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.

“Okay.” I nodded as if that would bridge my unbelief and the growing ever-present distance between us that he couldn’t feel yet, that he would probably (hopefully) never feel.

With nothing left to say, we stood together under the umbrella, waiting for the storm to pass so we could step back out into the day, but it rained for as long as I can remember. It rained even on the way home.

Yes, I’m still sad that I didn’t get a picture of that moment when I held the cotton candy in those seconds before the storm, but I think it’s sadder that I don’t have a single picture of Sehun from those days. I guess I should take comfort in the fact that the details still haven’t been forgotten; maybe that means they never will be.

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an interview with @hopskipaway (she/hers)

WHAT ARE YOU WORKING ON RIGHT NOW? i always have a million ideas floating around in my head, and it’s just a matter of finding time to actually sit down and write them. these are a few i have in various stages of planning:

* GHOST AU (clexa + childhood friends to lovers) - in a dystopian world where chips are implanted so the living can’t see ghosts, a young clarke griffin finds herself a not-so-imaginary friend. the problem? her very own parents are piloting the chip program.

* MERMAID AU (murphamy + found family) - when murphy and bellamy find themselves banished from their homes, they manage to find refuge in one another. the question is: where can they go next if they are being hunted at every corner of the sea?

* POST APOCALYPTIC AU (murven + enemies to lovers) - a radical virus wiped out the world’s population, leaving raven reyes to survive all on her own - or so she thought. after finding fellow survivor john murphy they somehow have to learn to live with each other, or die trying.

WHAT’S SOMETHING YOU’D LIKE TO WRITE SOMEDAY? i have two ideas that I look at as my “everest”. they would definitely be larger multi-chapter fics, which is something i haven’t tried before. i’d love to get them written someday, but you are more likely to see any of the aforementioned smaller fics first. * SOULMATE/REINCARNTION AU (murphamy + chopped 2.0) - a sweeping tale of how murphy and bellamy keep finding each other, no matter what era they and in and no matter how the soulmate identifier presents itself in that world. it’s too bad they aren’t actually meant to be soulmates. * SEASON SIX DIVERGENCE (murven + fake dating) - raven gets unknowingly caught up in murphy and emori’s plans, which earns her a mind drive of her own. josephine gratuitously made sure that two of the mind drives belonged to a couple; but she also made sure that the couple didn’t end up being murphy and emori - she did always love drama. (ed’s note: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

WHAT IS THE FANWORK YOU ARE MOST PROUD OF? this is a hard question for someone as self-deprecating as myself. i think i maybe like “i’ve got a heart in me (i swear)” the best. i think i did a decent job at pacing that one, and including canon elements and still making it my own. it was part of one of the ‘chopped’ rounds, and i had lots of fun with the tropes. my friend oog (oogaboogu) also made amazing artwork based on it, so it gets extra points in my book.

WHY DID YOU FIRST START WRITING? the short answer: i was bored of writing business reports and wanted to try something new. the longer answer: i always enjoyed “fandom” spaces as an outsider, but had never participated, and was never a writer. something about how kind and funny charlie (slugcities/blueparacosm) seemed made me want to take the plunge and join. from there, i found spaces like ‘chopped: the 100 fanfic challenge’ that made it seem far less scary to make an attempt at writing. i’m still not really sure what i’m doing most of the time, but it’s nice to get some creative energy out.

WHAT FRUSTRATES YOU MOST ABOUT FIC WRITING? honestly? myself. i have a lot of insecurities and perfectionism that leaves me not posts for periods of time. i have lots of nice friends, especially ariel (lexasheart/sapphictomaz), who tell me that i should write for myself, but i still find myself worried about what the imaginary audience will think of my performance - even though everyone is very supportive and kind to me. it’s also an issue of finding a work-life-writing balance that works for me.

WHAT ARE YOUR TOP FIVE SONGS RIGHT NOW?

1. sports - beach bunny 2. looking out for you - joy again 3. sunday best - surfaces 4. cherry cola - kuwada 5. super america - bad bad hats

WHAT ARE YOUR INSPIRATIONS (BOOKS, SONGS, OTHER FIC)? the thing that drives me most is songs. a lot of my fics are titled after songs, and that’s where a lot of my inspiration lies. i will sometimes see elements in movies and tv show that i like as well, and twist them a little bit to fit my ideas. other fics can also really help me as well, seeing my friends write such beautiful things and being beautiful people inspires me.

WHAT DRIVES YOU TO WRITE MURPHY AND HIS RELATIONSHIPS? i think murphy as a character is just so very interesting, complex, and real. this makes it really easy to bring him (or at least my interpretation of him) to life in my fics. in terms of relationships, i think he is very adaptable and brings out some really interesting things in the other characters. with bellamy, they have this intense (push and) pull to one another, and murphy seems to be able to surprise bellamy like no other. with raven, it’s like that classic old married couple - they can be snarky and rude with one another with absolutely no judgement, and you know they love each other deeply. with clarke, i think he would have the ability to both bring out the fun side of her, but also teach her that it’s okay to look out for yourself sometimes. when i want something closest to canon, he fits well with raven. when i want something a little more je ne sais quoi, i put him with bellamy. when i want just silly fun and to ignore canon entirely, he works well with clarke. at the core of it, for me, it’s all about murphy; i have a hard time really getting into fics that don’t feature him. he adds that special spark of fun, interest and often emotional aspect that i am looking for. tldr; morphy you are ferfect to me.

WHAT ARE SOME THINGS YOU’D LIKE TO RECOMMEND? i’d like to shout out some of my favourite authors:

*MURPHAMY: blueparacosm, sapphictomaz, oogaboogu, and sadie18. * MURVEN: amethyzt and easilydistractedbyfanfic. * CLURPHY: probablyvoldemort

all my thanks to hopskipaway for agreeing to be interviewed and enduring my total mangling of her beautiful formatting. my favorite hopskipaways (that’s the official term for a hopskipaway fic which I just made up) are “when i’m feelin’ alone (you remind me of home)”, a cozy Christmas clurphy AU, or “i wanna shoot the whole day down”, a Spacekru modernverse fic.

#john murphy #murven #clurphy #murphamy #the 100 fanfiction #interview

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hannahvsana · 4 years

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In these difficult times I’m going to try and be more active on here. Okay so update time! Positives first -

I have challenged a lot over the last month. I’ve been out with my friend and had Quavers crisps for the first time in a long time, and then a Malteasers bunny after! I had one of my grandad’s special boiled eggs and made his day - which is the best part about recovery (I’ve never seen him sprint to the kitchen so fast when I asked for one). I went on my first dinner date, at a restaurant where I refused to eat the first time, but this time I had a really amazing evening 😊 The highlight however has been travelling to Manchester alone to see my best friend at uni. Travelling alone was a massive anxiety challenge, plus it meant unknown meals. But I ate everything my friend did and felt so ‘normal’ for two days, I didn’t think about my ED and I didn’t even think about recovery or my meal plan, I just did what a 19 year old should do and it was amazing. I even went to my first club!!!! I didn’t drink much but I had pres with people I didn’t know (eg I drank gin out of a coffee mug through a straw lol) and catch the bus into Manchester at 1am. We stayed out till 3am and shared chips on the way home. It was amazing ❤️

Back at the EDU things were good. I’ve become so close to the other patients and I never thought I’d say it, but the hospital has become such a place of happiness and safety for me. It is so bloody hard don’t get me wrong, everyday I challenge myself and it’s incredibly difficult. But I feel so supported by patients and staff it’s amazing. For the first time since I was 15 I have a friendship group I can be myself in and who genuinely care about me. We talk all the time even out of the unit and I love it.

However, given the events at the moment the hospital has had to close, and I am back home in Kent for the foreseeable future. It’s hit me like a truck that I might never go back, because my tenancy runs out in Reading at the end of June so I would have had to cut my treatment short at the end of may anyway. It’s awful because although we are having daily video groups and keywork still so technically the programme is still running, I won’t have the company of my friends and they are so far away.

I haven’t had a summer since I was 16 where I wasn’t relapsing so being thrusted into what I assume is now my 6 month summer holiday before uni starts again is so hard. I was going to start preparing for returning home, where all the memories and opportunities for my ED of depression to slip back in are. But now I have to face it head on without warning and I’ve been struggling, my body image is crap and the urge to relapse with SH is strong.

BUT I am using the lessons I have learned. Just because treatment will be cut even shorter, I still have 4 months of lessons under my belt. I am being more open about my feelings and emotions even when they’re irrational; I brought home Ensures because I knew I’d struggle with intake; I will still be using the groups online to their full potential starting tomorrow. I want this next year at uni to go well so badly I can’t afford to fuck this summer up. I just can’t wait to be able to see people again, my DP friends included. 💪🏻

Oh and I challenged my fear of cooking pasta! On Thursday it was my turn to cook a hot lunch so I decided to take the opportunity to use staff support to cook pasta. Problem? Some arseholes are stockpiling and I can’t find pasta for love nor money. So my friend helped out and brought in her ... special pasta 🍆🍝 Safe to say we all had a lot of laughs and staff said it was a day patient first 🏅

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 5 years

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Wan High Weeping (Part 1)

Avatar high school AU. After a long summer, with Sokka in college, Katara is left to fend for herself at Wan high where rumors about her are still running wild and her new teacher June is out to get her. Sokka also leaves Suki behind when she needs him the most. Aang, newly out of the closet becomes a target for the school jocks. The summer has been cruel to Toph, whose family has lost everything. It had left Azula, the captain of the volleyball team, with a set of broken ribs. And it has treated Zuko, Mai, and TyLee even less kindly.

AN: A few of the character’s ages have been tweaked to fit the plot frame.

Content Warning: rape mention, abuse, drug abuse, eating & mood disorders, suicide, and self-harm.

Katara weaved her way through the crowd. She found herself more nervous than usual. It was her junior year and her first year wandering the halls of Wan High School without Sokka for company. Without Sokka for protection. She took the care to be as quiet as possible, the less attention she received the better especially these days. 06-31-09, at this point in time she knew the combo like the back of her hand and felt as though I would be ingrained in her for years after she graduated. The locker door swung open. She had hoped that summer vacation would be enough to let old problems be forgotten, she truly hoped. That’s how these things normally went. “Normally,” she muttered to herself as she plucked a sheet of folded paper from her locker. She hadn’t even had the time to arrange her books and the notes were already appearing again. With a scowl contorting her face, Katara stomped up to the rubbish bin and ripped the paper to bits. She already knew the basics of what it would read. After all the shreds had drifted to the bottom of the trashcan, her anger subsided and a helping of despair filled its place. Why couldn’t they just leave her alone already? It wasn’t even true what they were saying. She wrapped her arms around herself, willing herself not to cry.

She wished she had Sokka right now, she could really use his support.

“Hey Kat!” Aang greeted cheerfully. She didn’t know how he did it, how he managed to hold his chin up so high with jocks like Chan and Jet pinning him up against the lockers between verbal beatdowns. An activity they part-took in since middle school. And when they moved onto high school, a boy named Hide filled in their shoes for another two years.

“Good morning, Aang.” She tried to return the greeting with a smile. But she wasn’t in the mood for conversation—much less a smile—with her day starting the way that it had.

“How are you?” He asked.

“Oooh I’m fine.” She replied.

“You seem down.” He cocked his head. He always did seem very sensitive to others’ emotions.

“Just sad that the summer is over, ya know?” She fibbed. “Sokka and I were having an amazing one but now he’s at college so I don’t get to talk to him much…” Now that wasn’t a fib at all. That had been bothering her since Sokka stated that he was moving states away to attend a rather prestigious school. She could only imagine how hard it must be on Suki.

“I’m gonna miss him too. You’re brother was a pretty cool guy.” He rubbed the back of his head, “not that I’d know much about that, ya know.”

“Don’t let them get to you Aang, you’re a pretty cool guy yourself.” She nudged him on the shoulder. “Soon enough guys from all over this school will line up to date you.”

“That would be nice.”

“Hey, twinkle toes!” Came an energetic shout.

“Who is that?” Katara asked.

“Oh, that’s Toph, she’s from my soccer team.”

“Our team is co-ed?”

“It’s not the school team.” Aang replied. “I don’t think I could handle being here for extra hours.”

Now there was something Katara could completely understand. Aang gave a quick wave and a ‘talk to you later’. It was nice to see that he had at least one person on his side.

Katara unfolded her schedule. Math with June…what a great start to her morning. She just hoped that Jet wasn’t in her class, that would make it at least a little more tolerable. She found herself wishing that she was a year older, that way there would have been a chance that she’d have Suki in her class. Naturally though, everyone she liked was either a year or two younger or a year or two older. And even more naturally everyone who made her time at Wan High difficult were just the right age to earn assigned seats next to her. Katara rummaged through her backpack—a kiddish looking thing, iridescent shimmery teal in color with golden seahorse, starfish, and mermaid patches. It was just another thing people jabbed her for. “You’re in high school.” She recalled Azula asking with an eyebrow raised and arms folded over her chest.

“Yeah, why do you have a kiddy bag?” TyLee asked with an eye-roll from Mai to annunciate the point.

If Katara had her way she would have had a new backpack something in a sleek and solid metallic blue. They couldn’t pick on that. But her mother refused, telling her that getting a new backpack when that one was in perfectly good shape was a waste of money. Sokka didn’t help her case either, but at least tried to appeal to her; “Aww but you love that backpack? Are you really going to stop using it because three people don’t like it?” He smiled that charming smile and ruffled her hair. So she promised him that she’d keep using it and that she’d text him a few pictures of herself holding it by her locker. She looked to the left and then to the right—no teachers. She snapped a quick photo and sent it off. Hopefully it would make college move-in that much better for him.

She quickly put her phone back in her backpack and continued ruffling through it. Water bottle, check. Summer reading assignment, check. Pencil and highlighter, check. Spare pencil, check. And calculator, check. Katara smiled, never a day unprepared. She slung the backpack over her shoulder and sprinted across the hall, never a day tardy either, she noted to herself. And she planned to keep it that way no many how many jocks and jerks she had to plow through.

“Kiss ass.” She heard a girl scoff. She knew she shouldn’t have, because it only made them laugh harder to know that they got her attention, but Katara looked back. It was one of Azula’s friends. Not Mai nor TyLee, but the one with the pigtails. Katara could never remember her name, Osha or Usha, or something like that. She just knew that the girl was on Azula’s volleyball team and was on par with Azula herself in terms of relentless bitchiness. Katara cringed, if her mother caught her saying something like that…

She cringed again harder, realizing that she just winced for something she thought about. It’s not like she said it aloud. “No wonder everyone things I’m a dork.” This she did vocalize. She looked at the clock, she had about three minutes left to get to homeroom. Deciding that, that wasn’t enough time for her to get to class and get settled in, she beelined it.

Wrong move. With an soft oof, she collided with another student. “Hey” Katara greeted awkwardly with a sheepish smile.

“Hey.” TyLee returned quietly. So long as the rest of the poms team wasn’t there, the girl was actually pretty decent to be around.

“I can pick that up for you.” Katara offered, scrambling to pick up a rose gold iPod with a bunny key ring, some stencils, and a scatter of glittery gel pens.

“No, I got it.” She muttered. “Don’t worry about it.”

Katara bit the inside of her lip. Since the beginning of last year the other girl seemed quieter, a lot less bubbly. “Are you sure?”

“The bell is going to ring in one minute. Everyone knows you don’t like being late.” There was a bitter edge to this refusal that made Katara wonder why she offered to help in the first place.

Katara scooped up her own things and shuffled to class. No sooner than she sat down, did the bell ring. Quickly she splayed her pencils and notebooks over the desk. “And here I thought I’d be giving you your first tardy strike.” June remarked.

Katara stammered out an apology, despite not really having anything at all to apologize for. Katara watched those who should have been muttering apologies saunter into the room without a hassle from June save for a half-hearted, “don’t be late again.” Already, Katara was getting a sense that she and her teacher weren’t going to click—this would be a first. For the most part the teachers at Wan high were focused and firm, but easy to talk to. She could already tell that June was going to have a rather laidback manner of teaching. On its own math was a task for her, she feared for her grade now that she would be learning in a style that didn’t bode well with her.

“She’s fine as hell.” Chan remarked, dropping into his seat. Katara closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. At least he wasn’t Jet. She could tolerate Chan.

“Alright.” June declared, slamming a stack of papers onto her desk. “Here’s how this is going to work.” She leaned herself against it. “I’m going to teach, you’re going to learn. This will be the easiest class you’ll ever take, or you’ll go home crying every night. I’ll let you all decide.”

Katara cringed, what a promising start to the class. She had half the mind to shoot her hand up and ask, “aren’t you supposed to pass out a syllabus.” Instead she remained as quiet as possible, hoping that she wouldn’t go home crying every night.

“Let’s start out with a little icebreaking activity. I’ll tell you all about my tattoo and you’ll tell me anything you feel might be worth sharing.” Lowering her voice some, she mumbled, “you’d be surprised at how boring you all are.”

This drew a few chuckles, apparently June was going to be a hit with the rest of the student body, especially the boys. This time Katara couldn’t hold her tongue, “what about attendance?”

Chan sniggered. Turning to one of the guys on his volleyball team, Chu-Leng, he mimicked “what about attendance?”

“Attendance?” June asked.

“Before class starts, especially on the first day, you’re supposed to take roll.” Katara continued, fighting hard to ignore the snickers from behind.

June shrugged. “You’re either here or you aren’t, it’ll show up on your report card.” She moved to sit on her desk. “Besides, I’m a math teacher, I can count. I have a class of twenty-six students, only twenty-five are here.”

“Yes!” Katara replied, trying to sound as level as possible. “I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but shouldn’t you know who, is missing?” Frankly, Katara wanted to know who she was supposed to be sitting next to. The only two open seats were the ones next to her.

“Well, since you seem so eager to run the class, how about you start. Introduce yourself and tell the class a little bit about you.”

“Big nerd.” Chu-Leng remarked.

“Big slut.” Chan added, quiet enough for her ears but not June’s.

Katara stood and made her way to the front of the class room. “Hi I’m Katara, I love with my mother, father, Gran, and brother…well my brother just moved out to go to college. You all know him though, or most of you do.” Why did she have to ramble when she was nervous, it was almost as bad as stuttering. “Anyways, I’m going to try out for the swim team…”

“Of course she is.” Chan commented, “has to put her swimsuit pics in the year book.”

“…If I don’t make the team I’ll be running for student council.” She didn’t know what else to say, she didn’t feel as though she was as interesting as Sokka or Suki. The thrill of going back to her seat was overpowered by Chan ramming into her as he made his way up to the front.

“For those of you who don’t know, not that there are many of you, I’m Chan. I throw the best parties this school knows…”

Katara felt herself zoning out for the rest of the class, it was all the same year after year and next period she would be in for a different version of the same icebreaker games. She didn’t see Suki at lunch either so her spirits dimmed that much darker. Hoping that she wasn’t in class, she sent her a quick text, ‘when do you have lunch?’ She unpacked her lunch as she waited for the reply. She smiled as she drew the note from her lunch bag. It was simple, as it always was; Good luck with your first day. Enjoy lunch. – Love, Mom. She wished that those wishes of luck were more than just that, but she would apricate lunch. Her mom took the care to pack it for her.

Her phone buzzed and the words, ‘fourth hour’ appeared in the chat bubble.

‘Me too. Where are you?’ She hit send.

This time the three little dots appeared right away. ‘Doctor’s.’

Katara bit her lip. ‘On the first day? Everything o.k?’

For a while the dots didn’t reappear. Katara finished peeling her orange by the time they did.

‘Yeah. Everything’s fine.’

As fine as they could be, Katara thought, Suki didn’t have to say it for her to know. Her fingers hovered above the touch screen as she thought of what to say next. But it was hard to think with the cafeteria chatter and banter.

“Hey! Give that back!”

Katara looked behind her to spy a game of keep away, a classic among Chan’s lot. Should Teo or Haru be particularly unlucky, Jet’s team would join in too. She always wanted to step in and say something, anything, but as soon as she stood the words left her tongue and her nerves plummeted away. When had she become so…terrified? Back in elementary school she was reprimanded almost daily for throwing crayons and erasers at kids who took them from others. She would give an earful to any playground bully that needed a lecture. But now, when it seemed to matter the most, she sat uncomfortably, her stomach squirming as Teo’s lunch sack was tossed from one person to the next. The game only met its end when Chu-Leng fumbled it. “Nice going, dipshit.” Chan grumbled.

“Hey, the point is to keep it away. I think we won.” He shrugged. “He can lick it off the ground if he wants to eat so bad.”

“Can he?” Chan sniggered, giving the boy’s wheelchair a good shove.

This time Katara opened her mouth. All she had to do was push it out, a simple, “leave him alone” or a bolder, “eat this” before chucking her own sandwich in his direction. How satisfying would it have been to see a paste of peanut butter smeared all over the jock’s face. She balled her fists but by the time she decided that she’d intervene Chan had found his seat and Teo wheeled himself away. Katara slammed her fist on the table, an outburst that was mercifully unnoticed. She hadn’t even had a chance to offer him some of her food. If only Sokka were there she would have sprung right into action. Hell, if Suki had been there it would have been the extra boost she need.

If only, if only, if only!

It was driving her crazy.

With her mood more somber than before, Katara worked on finishing her sandwich. Suki had stopped replying to her texts, probably wrapped up in her appointment. For the time, Katara was wholly alone. Aang, Toph, Haru, she had a healthy amount of friends but so typically, none of them shared the same lunch hour with her. She swore that headmaster Roku had to be doing it on purpose, not that he actually kept track of the cliques and dynamic duos of Wan high. So it was that Katara found herself peeping in on various conversations. It wasn’t her intent to do so, but with no discussion of her own to uphold she found it unbearably hard to tune everyone else’s out. In her defense one boy a few tables over practically screamed, “have you seen Miss June’s ass yet!?” Katara’s attention left that discussion very fleetingly.

“Is my mascara running?”

“I heard that Long Shot’s joining the chess team this year.”

“Really, I thought that he was in archery?”

“Can’t expect a nerd to keep up with anything cool.”

“I think that I should join theater this year…”

It took her awhile to find a voice she recognized. “It’s actually disappointing really.” This was Usha’s slick mutter. Katara assumed she was catching the tail end of the conversation. “But I guess I’m the captain now.”

So she found another one to follow. “You know what, Zuko? No, I have my own things to deal with…” The girl paused. “How about this? How about instead of…hold on.” She fixed a set of dull eyes on Katara. They were so thickly coated in black eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara it was almost menacing on principle, never mind that the glare was a very pointed one. Katara mouthed a quick apology for eavesdropping. “Whatever.” She grumbled and at a much lower volume, she carried on her conversation.

Officially flustered, and rightfully so, Katara decided to curb her curiosity, lunch was almost through anyhow. She began tucking away what remained of her lunch, she never did eat the strawberries. For the remaining minutes spent in the cafeteria, she dutifully went over each and every one of the syllabi—cursing June in particular for having such a vague one when she finally did hand it out. With the bell’s ring she slung her backpack on and huffed, she was long overdue for a trip back to her locker. Only three classes in and her textbooks were practically conditioning her for the school wrestling team.

She read over her schedule as she fought her way through a swarm of peers and groaned to herself. She had June for Chemistry too? For the first time in her educational career, Katara thought about taking one from Sokka’s book and playing hooky. She fumbled with her locker. “Are you kidding me!?” She tried the combination again and gave it a good pound.

The hall was nearly empty, but it wasn’t like anyone would have come leaping to her aid anyhow. “Come on, open. Please.” She winced. She looked at the time, two minutes left to get to class. She groaned, looks like June would be giving her, her first tardy after all.

With the hall so nearly vacant the slam of a locker near her own caused her to jolt. She should have ignored it, it was always best to ignore loud sudden noises when on Wan high territory. But she didn’t, instead she locked eyes with the only other person in the hall. Straggly locks obscured much of her face, but not enough to spare her an intense furious glare—she wondered just how many of those she’d be on the receiving end of that day. Though these eyes had an exhausted undertone that took the edge off of the anger. She was paler than Katara last remembered and had put on some weight, wearing less makeup than Katara herself. And the makeup that she had bothered with was applied with a degree of carelessness. Overall, she was disheveled, leaving Katara with the impression that she wasn’t the only person having a tragic first day. She heaved herself away from the locker she was slumped against, allowing Katara to assess that even her posture was wrong.

Everything was off to the point where Katara almost didn’t recognize her.

#Avatar #Azula #Katara #Sokka #Zuko #Suki #Toph #Aang #Mai #TyLee #Fanfiction

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eene-fangirl · 6 years

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Double Dee, The Patient: Ed and May Visit [An Ed, Edd n Eddy Fanfiction]

Note: This is a follow up to my story Double Dee, The Patient. Enjoy!

A considerable amount of time must have gone by when Edd opened his tired, heavy eyes. He was no longer sitting outside on the porch. Instead he was cuddled up on the couch in their apartment with a blanket resting on top of him. And there was Eddy sitting at the foot of the couch rubbing his legs through the blanket. Again, it was like seeing an angel.

“Hello,” Edd smiled, greeting his husband with a tired smile.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” Eddy teased. “Thought you were gonna sleep the whole day away again. I had to carry you back inside like a sleeping child.”

Edd smiled up at him, grateful for all he had done to help while he was sick and make him feel better. His body still felt weak and sore fighting off the remaining sickness that lingered inside his body. He still couldn’t lift up a glass of water without it spilling. Oh, he was such a burden.

Edd touched Eddy’s hand, getting his attention. The TV was on mute but Edd could tell that Eddy wasn’t paying attention to it anyway. “I’m sorry, Eddy.”

Eddy turned up his brow, confused. “What for?”

How come when one was sick the urge to cry was always there? Edd did his best to save face, but he knew the tears would end up breaking through the barge at some point. Avoiding eye contact Edd looked away, ashamed. “I’ve been such a pain, haven’t I? First I’m ill, then you have to leave work for my sake, and then you have to aid me in every step I take.” Edd sighed, ready to cry. “You must be so tired, Eddy.”

Eddy got up and came and sat on the edge of the couch closer to his love. He moved a strand of his hair away from his face until gently brushing a hand over Edd’s cheek. It wasn’t burning up like a few days ago when he went to take him home from school.

“You gotta stop beating yourself up, Double Dee,” he said to him. “You’re sick. Everyone gets sick. You can’t help it.” He then smiled at him tenderly, holding his hand tighter. “And you know what, I’ve loved taking care of you. You’re my husband.”

Edd’s eyes instantly lit up, smiling from ear to ear. “Eddy, you never call me that.”

Eddy looked embarrassed, blushing. “Well, you are.”

Edd looked uneased, afraid of open his mouth. “I thought…” he started, nervously. “You were embarrassed.”

His own heart painfully throbbed. Edd was right. He was still afraid of what people would say. Who the hell cared? His boss… no he was longer his boss. That asshole could just got to hell.

Eddy nuzzled against him, holding Edd’s hands. He kissed his cheek. “I’m happy, Edd. I love you.”

“I love you, Eddy,” Edd smiled in pure adoration. He wrapped his arms around Eddy’s neck as the man stared down at him tenderly. He bent down and captured Edd’s soft lips. Edd kissed him back, lightly moaning, having missed the incredible feeling of his spine tingling.

Then Edd pulled back. “You’re going to get sick, Eddy,” he warned.

Eddy smiled at him, captured his lips once more. “Then I got you to take care of me.”

Again, Eddy stared at Edd with this look of endearment.

“What are you looking at?” A confused Edd asked.

“You’re so beautiful,” Eddy murmured not wanting to ruin the moment.

Edd’s sighed, half smiling. He turned away from Eddy, embarrassed. “Eddy, I look an absolute fright!” Edd admitted, shamefully. “I’m sick, my face is pallid, I’m weak, and I was regurgitating consistently a couple of days ago. Believe me, I look anything but enamouring.”

Eddy was shocked. Without warning he put his legs up onto the couch lying on top of Edd in a position that could have gone in a very different direction if they were in the bedroom. Edd couldn’t say he didn’t like it. When was the last time they were in promiscuous situation like this?

“Edd, you’re the most gorgeous man alive and I ain’t lying,” Eddy told him. “I love you.”

The tears were just fighting to escape his eyes. This had been the best moment by far out of this entire week. He wrapped his arms around his husband’s neck bringing him closer. “I love you, Eddy.”

Their tender moment was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Who could that be?” Edd asked. Could it have been one of their neighbors?

Eddy got up to answer.

“Who let the chickens in!” Ed greeted, excitedly waving his arms in the air.

“Buck-buck-bucka!” May imitated a chicken.

“Hey, guys!” Eddy greeted quite surprised. He was overjoyed to see their friends. “What are you doing here?”

“As soon as you told us that Double Dee was sick we decided to whip up a pot of May’s good old chicken noodle soup!” Ed stated placing the pot on the table near the couch.

Edd sat up, only to grimace from the pain in his lower back. Eddy came over and placed a pillow behind his back to help him sit up. “Oh, that is so generous of you two!”

“How are you feeling?” Ed asked lightly patting Edd’s shoulder.

“We heard you were pretty bad,” May added looking over Edd’s withered pale face. “We would have brought the kids but we we didn’t want them getting sick. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, no. I understand. The flu has been going around in schools,” Edd pointed out. “I am feeling much better. Just fatigued. Tomorrow I will make a full recovery.”

A smile grew on Ed’s face. “We’re so glad, Double Dee. We were worried. You never get sick. You had to take a few days off from work, right?”

Edd embarrassingly looked away. He glanced at Eddy. What did he tell them? Edd didn’t want to remember the day he forced himself to walk into school and then throwing up in front of his students. It was all because of how stubborn he was.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Eddy wrapped a comforting arm around his husband. “He’s fine. Doctor Eddy was here to make him all better!”

“Aw, Double Dee, no need to be ashamed,” May assured him. “Being sick is awful. Especially when I had that awful kidney stone a month ago. This soup is a thank you for help us. We’d always do the same for you.”

“Yeah, it’s like magic!” Ed chimed in. “I was sick, and it made me feel better in seconds! It’s like a Superman! Or Superwoman in your case, bunny,” Ed corrected himself, kissing her on the cheek.

“Aw, you’re so sweet,” May cooed.

Edd lifted up the lid. It smelled and looked quite delectible. It was so good to have his appetite back.

“Thank you very much. You really are great friends.”

“Anytime, Double Dee!”

“Say, we all have to get together,” Ed suggested. “Maybe next weekend when you’re better. We can get a babysitter and spend the night on the town! If you haven’t noticed, we’re starting to become adults.”

“EWWW!” Eddy whined like a child sticking his tongue out.

“That sounds delightful,” Edd replied, only his voice a tad higher than usual.

“Double Dee, are you okay?” Ed asked, concerned.

“You’re crying,” Eddy said to him, hugging him closer.

Edd couldn’t help his emotions finally letting the tears fall. He wept, sniffling before letting himself speak. “I just feel so thankful that I have all of you to support me This has been a horrible week! And you have all been there helping me feel better,” He sniffled again, leaning against Eddy. “I have no idea what I’d do without you all.”

The longtime friends all hugged basking in the loyalty and never ending gratitude of their friendship.

#ed edd n eddy #EddEddy #EdMay #eene fanfiction #eene

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DaveKatWeek Day 3: Crossover/Fusion- Animal Crossing AU: "Mayor Strider and the Black Cat"

@davekatweek

http://archiveofourown.org/users/Miriage/pseuds/Miriage

Your name is Karkat Vantas and the new mayor is so.

Fucking.

Annoying.

Seriously, in your whole nine lives you have never ever met a person more talkative, more confusing, and more head-bashingly irritating than Dave Strider.

Of course, none of the other villagers seemed to have a problem with Dave like you had. They were all pleased with the new mayor and enjoyed the new projects and buildings that Dave was completing, not to mention the publicity New Can Town was suddenly getting. (Although you had all agreed that the phallic shaped flag flying next to the Town Hall wasn’t exactly the best flag the town had ever had.)

But then again, none of the other villagers had to deal with seeing Strider every fucking day like you had to.

The second Dave entered “The Maryam Sisters” you immediately groan and try to hide behind your sewing machine.

The second of the Maryam sisters was long gone, (her prowess in design and sewing had allowed her to apprentice under the high fashion designer “The Condesce”) so it was up to you, Karkat Vantas the moody black cat, to take over and sew the patterns that Kanaya (your best friend who could literally be a terrifying “lone wolf” at times) developed.

Usually you didn’t really mind working side by side next to Kanaya everyday. Aside from John (an annoying cluckbeast-chicken who you swore only came in to make your claws catch on the fabrics) and Eridan (a snooty but well meaning stripedbeast skunk who came in only to passive aggressively buy the most expensive items. At least… you think he meant well with his buying and “trying to support the local shops” spiel) not many people came in and business at “The Maryam Sisters” was limited to designing, needlework, and sewing (with you being the one who did the more technical stitches and Kanaya being the one who did the more “oh my god this is so beautiful I wanna die” stitches). And although you cursed a fuck-ton whenever you messed up on a stitch (“Fuck you you pathetic excuse for a machine! Why even design this thing for animals when our fucking claws get caught on the fucking cloth all the fucking time!?”) you had to admit that you had come to like the home-y warm feel of Kanaya’s store.

At least, you used to.

“Hey Katkitty-kitty.” Dave said, reaching over to try and scratch your ears (you gritted your teeth and willed yourself to endure it even though you sure wanted to bite his fucking hand off) “What’s shaking your catnip bacon?”

Fighting every urge in your grimalkin body not to fucking sink your teeth into him, you take your paw off of the sewing machine pedal to glare up at your oh-so-“wonderful”-mayor.

“Nothing is ‘shaking’ here Strider,” you growl at him. “In fact the only thing that will be ‘shaking’ here will be you if you don’t back the fuck up and away from my personal bubble.”

(You really wanted to bite his hand.)

Dave just smirks and brushes his fingers against your ears (this time you have to pulverize the urge to actually fucking purr when he does this) before removing them to push his shades higher up his nose. He gives you a slight nod (happy to reach his “Annoy Karkat” quota of the day) before walking over to Kanaya (who had been watching him like a…well…. like a wolf) to converse with her on which amazing accessory Eridan didn’t buy yet. Returning to your machine work you watch (out of the corner of your eye) as Dave tries on a couple of goofy looking bowties (that Kanaya designed specifically for Gamzee the frog) before settling on a red Mario cap.

A smile quickly curves up on your lips and you can’t help but stop sewing because…well…. you always liked that hat.

You liked how iconic it was and how it reminded you of being just a small kitten getting stuck in the trees of your mother’s garden. You liked how it was a bright red that made people turn their heads and stare. You even liked, for some reason, how it looked on Dave’s head as he tried it on.

As if noticing the sudden lack of “sewing noises”, Dave turns away from Kanaya to glance at you and catches you fucking smiling.

Smiling at him.

Smiling and not scowling or groaning or moaning or bitching at him.

Just smiling.

There’s a look of surprise on his face, as if he never saw you smile before (which, technically he hasn’t) and, to your surprise,

He actually smiles, not smirks, smiles the fuck back.

After making his selection (he bought the Mario hat) he gave a slight wave to you before heading out the door.

In response, you gave him your best middle finger up.

Two days after Dave bought his Mario cap (and no you didn’t purposely remember that miniscule tidbit of information, it was just that Dave was so fucking annoying that even your poor, miserable memories had to be plagued with his stupidness) you’re surprised to find a letter with a gift attached to it sitting in your mailbox. This makes you do a double take because, well, you weren’t exactly “Happy Villager No. 1” and the likelihood of someone sending you a gift when it wasn’t even your birthday and because they (heaven forbid) liked you was a bit hard to believe.

(Although one time Vriska the alligator sent you a fucking crab in the mail with a letter that just said, “This looks like you.” Ironically, you ended up naming the crab “Cherry Cakes” and he was the best rom-com movie-watching partner you ever had. Even better than Kanaya because he didn’t bring his knitting work to movie night.)

So, with shaking hands (because fuck it, you were excited that you receiving a non-celebratory gift) you take the letter, anxious to see who sent you something.

All anxious-excitement hybrid emotions however die when you see who the sender is: Dave fucking Mayor Strider.

You immediately grip the letter so tightly in your hands that it begins to crease and try to will away the temptation to tear said letter into tiny, little kitty sized shreds. But even so, you can just mentally picture Dave’s face as he was writing and mailing this letter to you. You can see the twisted, horribly obnoxious expression as he told Ms. Paint the sheep that he wanted this delivered (hand-delivered) to “Karkitty the Prince of Moody Black Cats.”

You so so so badly want to destroy the communication note and drown whatever heartfelt “gift” (probably an actual dildo to match your fucking town flag) into the river, but instead all you do is shove it back into your mailbox, refusing to look at it.

Ever.

You ended up looking at it two hours later because fuck, you were a cat and no matter how stereotypical and cliché it was, you were curious as to what Dave could possibly send you and why he would even send you anything at all.

Of course you knew Dave liked to send stuff to others because he was a fucking mayoral prick who was constantly trying to win others over with his heartfelt “sick raps” of the sappy and touching kind, (this was a lie. Dave was actually a good person and him sending stuff just highlighted rather than hindered his goodness) but you didn’t understand why Dave would send something to you. After all, you had made it clear since day one of Dave’s mayoral duties that you preferred the old mayor (a tortoise just nicknamed “The Mayor” by everyone) and that there was no way in a million years you were putting your trust in someone who enjoyed making penis constellations in the sky.

Still though, your cat instincts can’t help themselves and you find yourself scuttling behind the apple trees near the town’s water fountain to read whatever the fuck Dave wrote and look at whatever the fuck Dave sent you.

The letter was the weirdest letter you ever read. The whole time you were reading it you felt like you were interacting with a ghost version of Dave that talked as unfiltered as regular Dave.

There were run-ons. There were spelling mistakes. There were several parts that looked like Dave was trying to insert a rap only to cut himself off. And in all, the letter was filled with so many ironic and un-ironic euphemisms that you had no idea what the letter was telling you in the first place.

The present however did more than make up the lack of understanding the shitty letter gave you because inside its red packaging was a cap. A certain green cap.

Dave Strider, fucking mayor of New Can Town, bought you a Luigi hat to match with his fucking Mario hat.

(It took all your inner might not to smile as you held it in your hands.)

When Dave sees you wearing said Luigi cap at Jane the bunny’s café, you can see an honest for god smile paint itself across his face. A smile like the one you saw him wear that day he first bought his fucking Mario cap. A smile that suddenly turned your insides into unexpected mush.

Dave’s still smiling as he slides into the seat next to yours.

“I see you got my letter.” he says, taking off his shades and giving a slight wave to Jane (who blushes and begins to work on his apple cider because Dave doesn’t like coffee. Not that you knew that about him.) “Didn’t exactly expect to see you a plumber-ed up though.”

You try to glare at him (knowing all too well that your “mean cat glare” doesn’t look as mean under your doofy green hat) and reply that you were just wearing it because you knew sooner or later Dave would come and start nagging you to wear the “hat of legendary green brother.”

“Might as well save myself the earache and just grin and bear it now.” you mumble, taking a sip of your black coffee as Jane clatters back with Dave’s drink.

(You thought that K.K. Tavros, a shy but talented bull guitar player and DJ, would be playing tonight, but it’s quiet in the café sans the slight creak of floorboards every time Jane moves around.)

(It’s so quiet that you almost miss the soft “It looks good on you” from Dave.)

You admit that somehow, somewhere along the way after you two become “hat bros” you began to be able to…. tolerate Dave.

He still annoyed you to your wits end, but his annoyances went from “Oh god please kill me” to “Oh yeah? Let’s see if I can one up you then!” level of annoyance.

You two would engage in competitions of one-up-manship when the sun was high in the sky to when the moon was low and near the ground. Soon it wasn’t just the sewing machine your paws were gripping: a fishing pole, a bug catching net, even Jane’s coffee machine weren’t spared from your and Dave’s competitions. (Dave could brew a mean red eye) and before you knew it, the two of you began to spend nearly all day every day arguing, complaining, and laughing together.

(And somehow, somewhere along the way, you began to see Dave as someone…special.)

It’s one summer night though, after a day of swimming (or in your case, being forced to swim) in the ocean that you and Dave share what you called a romance novella fucking moment.

Because, as the two of you laid on your backs and watched for shooting stars (not giving a fuck about the sand messing up his fine hair and your plush fur) Dave leaned over to give you a quick, chaste, completely innocent, peck on your cheek.

You had turned your head so quickly that sand flew into Dave’s face (his eyes would’ve been burning had it not been for his shades) and you could, even in the darkness of the night, make out the slight pinkish tint in his complexion.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “Just ….the stars and the sand and the being with you get my adoration hormones pumping y’know?”

You, in return (fur feeling hot) just curled your tail around his leg and respond with a shy, quiet,

“Yeah.”

You wouldn’t say that you and Dave are a couple per se. After all, Dave is just a young mayor and you are just a grumpy black cat with a pet crab.

But…. you also wouldn’t say the two of you are “just bros” anymore either after the whole “Dave kissed you on the cheek at night and you hella fucking loved it more than you let on.”

Whatever you guys are though, you don’t mind. After all….

You had the rest of your nine lives to figure it out.

#day three #fic #miriage #DaveKat Week 2017 #Love this!#submission

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I am surprised at the extreme negative reaction to the prison storyline on tumblr. Whilst it is hard to watch and heart breaking to see Robron separated, it's supposed to be. It is giving them lots of screen time and providing Danny and Ryan with challenging material, which is more likely to make them stay longer. If they were happy, as a lot of people want, they would likely be off screen or at best in a background storyline. I think it's unrealistic to expect the show not to give Aaron angst.

I think this is a difficult one.

First off, I DEFINITELY appreciate that some people are finding this so difficult that they can’t watch. That’s a given. This is NOT easy stuff to digest. It’s not only prison but it’s some serious hard hitting homophobia, violence and threat of, fear of impending abuse, talk of sexual abuse and uncomfortable taunting of an abuse sufferer… NEED I go on? A fraction of that is difficult to watch but this is all set within a claustrophobic set aimed at a character who suffers significant mental health issues and who struggles to cope - resulting in self harm, anxiety and panic attacks and internalising stress. That makes it doubly difficult to watch. So the fact that people are struggling with it should be quite easy to appreciate even if you don’t feel affected by it yourself. To me, the actual way it’s playing out is MUCH worse than I was anticipating and I don’t have too much of an issue seeing some of the things above, it’s not pleasant but it doesn’t have a significant affect on me… watching some of the scenes this week have REALLY got to me! So I think that tells me that they’re rather more harrowing and significantly intense and troubling than I expected.

The next thing to consider is that Aaron is a VERY well loved character and one that people have not only taken into their hearts but someone what people relate to. So people have quite an emotional connection to him and from that, they root for him and follow his story… this is GA too, not just fandom-esque fans. So that makes watching this a struggle.

Danny’s acting is a major factor here. He is VERY skilled at showing Aaron’s fear, panic and stress. He doesn’t hold back either and isn’t afraid of being raw and vulnerable. You feel everything he feels and he is utterly terrified. He has consistently made Aaron vulnerable and likeable and relatable for years and on that basis, you feel protective of him. My mum is a general watcher and she always refers to Aaron as a ‘sweetheart’ (like mother like daughter haha) so she has this affection for the character and she’s is in no way the kind of person to be overly invested in tv so that shows the level of connection Danny’s acting has allowed with viewers. You go on the journeys with him and that’s why this is particularly difficult.

There also the issue of Aaron’s mental health. It’s close to a LOT of people’s hearts. They want to see him tackle his issues and to get help and support because not only is it important to show that on TV, but it is a great comfort for those who watch Aaron and connect to him due to their own MH. The show has a duty to show that mental health suffers get help and can learn to cope and can be happy. To have a character suffer with MH issues is a valuable storyline for representation, to teach audiences, to display symptoms and how it affects a person etc but to allow that to go untreated without recognising it isn’t helpful. They haven’t just suggested that Aaron may have mental health problems, they have specifically stated it and have shown him suffering with SIGNIFICANT issues including his MH manifesting itself in self harm… left unchecked that’s damaging and it’s unfair to allow Aaron to go without treatment or help… so that’s another issue that people have with this storyline because it HAS to have a positive outcome. He is suffering stuff at the moment that ANYONE would find harrowing but for someone like Aaron, it’s VERY important that they allow him to heal and recover. I really hope they do that.

That leads neatly onto Aaron’s history in general. His character has gone through utter HELL and it has been years and years of audiences crying out for Aaron to find some form of happiness. I have watched the show for years and year and for the entirety of Aaron’s story, it has been the one thing people have begged for and it still hasn’t really happened… he deserves happiness and the GA want to see that. He just had the wedding and he has found happiness and comfort and it has clearly been taken from him the next day. I get that completely and I understand that the show had to move things up a little… but I can understand people’s issues with the fact Aaron seems to step from misery to misery to misery with little happiness in between and even casual fans know him as the character who cries all the time…!

Danny wins awards. He is one of the best, if not the best, actor on the show and the show tends to give him these big storylines because he will win them the big awards and will being that acclaim. I have no problems with that at all because it’s wonderful and any opportunity to see Danny’s acting skills makes me happy as a bunny… that said, that doesn’t mean the show has to utterly devastate his character every year without any relief in between and it really is time for him to find some happiness and comfort.

I didn’t agree with many people who referred to this storyline as potential “tragedy porn” etc because even if I did feel like it was too quick after the wedding and also the abuse storyline, I thought it was a progression for Aaron’s character as a way to show that he can’t allow himself to be violent without repercussions. Punishment for bad deeds is something soaps CANNOT always do and that’s been the case for years but when they do, it’s normally for a reason and with Aaron, it felt like it was a wake up call for him to realise that he needs help… I still think that’s the case but I didn’t think it was going to be quite so hard hitting if I’m honest!

I really REALLY appreciate what the show is doing both for the purpose of exploring significant homophobia and exploring issues with prison (this is important to me, personally) but I do feel like, at times, this story has edged a little towards being TOO much. The incorporation of G*rdon and those problems feels a little exploitative for my liking. It is hard hitting enough without that. That felt a little too twisted.

I think it’s an excellently (and that’s an understatement) acted storyline so far that is not only showcasing the internal prison issues for the prisoner but also the affect on families and loved ones. That’s something the show should be commended for. Plus, the show should also be commended for not shying away from difficult topics and it’s something ED does well and especially as this one is a contentious topic that many may not appreciate. I think they have a duty to do this stuff and to portray life at its worst as well as at its best. I think it’s particularly affecting for the audience because it involves MUCH LOVED characters who people care about and root for and also because it has some of the show’s best actors involved. Those actors, in their own unique way, can sell scenes in their sleep. Danny is ALWAYS impactful and can drag emotion out of even a stoney heart, Ryan is a wonderfully subtle and solid actor who has this incredible skill of bringing a very complex, strong character with shades of light and dark to life and keeping him true to the character while showing emotional growth… and then there’s Lucy and Isabel. Both insanely incredible actresses, with Isabel breaking your heart the second she cries…

So after that epic rant, I understand a lot of the issues people are having, I definitely appreciate what people are saying and I share some of the opinions myself and I’m finding the scenes quite difficult to watch… but I am NOT switching off and I’m not hanging the show out to dry before they’ve finished the storyline. I have hopes that Aaron will find happiness and grow up as a result of this, I have hopes he’ll get treatment, I have hopes that he, Rob and Liv will get their little family home and some peace for a while whilst still having an actual storyline. The argument that if characters aren’t suffering they end up off screen is nonsense to me - the show can carry a happy storyline with characters on screen no problem. They will not allow Rob and Aaron to become underused and they are AWARE of that. I have faith and I am watching till the end but I entirely understand why many people are choosing to wait until the storyline is over to watch because it isn’t easy viewing, it is much more violent and harrowing to watch than I imagined and to see a character who has been through too much already go through something else akin to torture is really not enjoyable… i love angst but I do feel that this storyline needs to be as quickly resolved (and it seems to be moving fast) because it is not pleasant and we ALL want some relief!!

I hope this answers everything :)

#ask #tw: violence mental health abuse #ed rambles #prison pain #robron #I wrote this on the train so sorry if it's a little rambly

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Ariana Grande Tweeted (& Deleted) Shade at Pete Davidson

Ariana Grande and Pete Davidson became the most talked about celebrity couple of Summer 2018, melting hearts worldwide with their adorable social media love fest. On the heels of their respective public breakups, the pair entered into a whirlwind romance—and they brought all of us with them. Their PDA-filled relationship gave us multiple matching tattoos, cloud-shaped phone cases, and NSFW tweets (which have since been deleted) about Pete’s manhood. And then, it was all over.

From their initial meeting on Saturday Night Live to a surprise quickie engagement to their eventual split, here’s a play by play of everything that’s happened in this roller coaster ride of a relationship.

March 12, 2016: Ariana and Pete meet on Saturday Night Live

Grande and Davidson first meet on the set of Saturday Night Live, where she appeared as the host and musical guest, but both are in relationships with other people at the time; Grande is with longterm boyfriend Mac Miller and Davidson is dating Cazzie David.

Omg it's true 🥀 if they're both happy then it makes me happy. ~ @arianagrande #arianagrande #arianagrandebutera #maciana #arianagrandemacmiller #arianator #arianators #arianaarmy #tinyelephant #sweeteneriscoming

A post shared by taking a lil break / offline (@greedybuteragrande) on May 10, 2018 at 10:50am PDT

May 9, 2018: Ariana confirms split from Mac Miller

Grande shocks fans when she releases an emotional and vulnerable statement confirming she’s ended her two year relationship with Miller. E News reports that the split was an amicable one with the two remaining close friends, but busy work schedules drove them apart.

May 12, 2018: SNL after party meet up

According to Us Weekly, Grande and Davidson are spotted hanging out at an SNL after party at Zuma, with Grande spending the whole night with Davidson’s mom. She was later photographed leaving with a cloud shaped cell phone case that looked exactly like the one Davidson has.

May 16, 2018: Pete and Cazzie break-up

Davidson reveals he’s split with his girlfriend on a Open Late with Peter Rosenberg appearance, calling her a “very talented girl” and explaining that “she’ll be great and she’ll be fine.” According to People when Davidson was asked about his relationship status, he responded, “We’re not together anymore.”

May 20, 2018: Pete supports Ariana at the Billboard Music Awards

After both confirming the end of their respective relationships, Davidson is caught on film by a fan supporting Grande at the Billboard Music Awards, her first awards show appearance since the horrific Manchester terror attack. A source tells People, “After Ariana’s performance, they were backstage and he had his arm around her, they seemed very lovey-dovey.” Fans later discover a cloud tattoo on Grande’s finger reminiscent of the one Davidson has.

May 21, 2018: The start of something new

News officially breaks that the couple is for sure an item, but according to People, the relationship is still extremely new, labelling it as “very casual”.

pic.twitter.com/1GPM6smsBu

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) May 23, 2018

May 23, 2018 : Ariana hits back at fan

After Miller was arrested for a DUI, fans took to twitter to attack Grande, blaming their breakup for his reckless behaviour. In a tweet that has since gone viral, Grande sets the record straight, providing new and intimate details into their “toxic relationship”.

May 25, 2018: Pete defends relationship with Ariana

Following Grande’s epic clap back, Davidson posts a long note of his own to his Instagram story, discussing his mental health, after people criticize Grande for dating someone that has Borderline Personality Disorder.

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Okay now they’re just doing it for our benefit. #CommentsByCelebs

A post shared by @ commentsbycelebs on May 25, 2018 at 2:35pm PDT

May 26, 2018: Ariana and Pete get flirty on IG

Grande and Davidson continue to fuel dating rumours, posting super flirty comments on each others IG pics all week, captured by Instagram account CommentsbyCelebs.

May 29, 2018: Ariana supports Pete at comedy show

It’s Grande’s turn to support Davidson as he performs at The Comedy Store in Los Angeles, sharing a snap to her Instagram story of him that she captions with heart eye emojis.

the chamber of secrets has been opened …

A post shared by Pete Davidson (@petedavidson) on May 30, 2018 at 10:00am PDT

May 30, 2018: The relationship is officially confirmed

The duo finally make it Instagram official, posting a homage pic to Harry Potter. Davidson’s caption is “the chamber of secrets has been opened”, possibly alluding that their relationship is outed. Grande commented, “U tryna Slytherin (I’m deleting my account now).”

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We had a good night.

A post shared by L O N D O N R E E S E (@londonreese) on Jun 2, 2018 at 9:48am PDT

Davidson shows his love for Grande in a permanent way, getting two Grande themed tattoos; one referencing her Dangerous Woman bunny ears and the other showcasing the singer’s initials “AG”. Davidson’s tattoo artist, London Reese, says “Pete loves him some Ariana” on his Instagram story.

June 2, 2018: Pete gets two Ariana themed tattoos

Photography by Kevin Mazur/Getty

June 2, 2018: Ariana photographed wearing her engagement ring

Long before their engagement was officially confirmed, Grande was pictured backstage at Wango Tango wearing the $93,000 sparkler.

HAHAHAHAHAHH HES BEEN BRIEFED

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) June 12, 2018

June 11, 2018: Ariana and Pete are reportedly engaged

Reports begin to surface that the two are engaged, with Grande fanning the rumour mill with her Twitter activity. Us Weekly states, ” They are looking forward to a very long engagement together”, with People reporting, “It’s a recent engagement. They’re just two people who found love quickly and make each other happy all the time.”

u know what you’d dream it be like ? it’s better than that

A post shared by Pete Davidson (@petedavidson) on Jun 15, 2018 at 12:16pm PDT

June 15, 2018: Pete confirms their engagement

Davidson confirms the engagement on IG, with a post that shows off Grande’s massive ring.

‘pete’ !

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) June 18, 2018

June 19, 2018: A song about Pete

While talking to fans on twitter, Grande reveals new details about her upcoming album Sweetener, explaining she made a last minute addition to the album with the song named Pete.

ariana, pete and a few of their friends got matching H2GKMO (honest to god knock me out) tattoos! hopefully we get a picture of pete’s soon #arianagrande #petedavidson #petiana #peteiana #grandson

A post shared by ariana grande & pete davidson (@peteandariana) on Jun 18, 2018 at 1:19pm PDT

June 20, 2018: Matching tattoos round #2

Grande and Davidson get more matching tattoos, this time of H2GKMO (honest to God knock me out), posting a video to Instagram showing them off.

Tonight Pete Davidson confirms his engagement to Ariana Grande. Here's a sneak peek. Tune in to #FallonTonight for the full interview. pic.twitter.com/NjxmZ2njgR

— Fallon Tonight (@FallonTonight) June 20, 2018

June 21, 2018: Pete talks about engagement on Jimmy Fallon

Davidson appears on Jimmy Fallon, describing his engagement as “winning a contest.”

June 26, 2018: Happy Birthday Ariana

Just when you thought they couldn’t get any cuter, Davidson posts the sweetest birthday message for Grande, calling her “the most precious angel.”

Photograph courtesy of Robert Kamau/ GC Images

July 2, 2018: Tattoo tribute to Pete’s late father

Grande debuts a new foot tattoo “8418”, which was the badge number of Davidson’s late father who was a firefighter and passed away during the September 11 terrorist attacks in NYC.

July 5,2018: Ariana addresses Pete’s Manchester joke

At a stand-up show last fall—well before the couple linked up—Pete Davidson made a joke about the Manchester Arena bombing that killed 22 patrons at an Ariana Grande concert. Essentially, the joke was that the horrific incident lead Grande to realize how famous she was, because “Britney Spears didn’t have a terrorist attack at her concert.” (Poor taste, we know.)

With the joke resurfacing on the web, Ariana finally felt she needed to comment. In a since deleted tweet, she wrote: “this has been v tough & conflicting on my heart. he uses comedy to help ppl feel better ab how f-ed up things in this world are. we all deal w trauma differently. I of course didn’t find it funny. it was months ago & his intention wasn’t/ is never malicious but it was unfortunate.”

July 23, 2018: Pete deletes all his Instagrams

When Pete Davidson wiped his Instagram account Monday — deleting ALL traces of his beloved fiancé — the Internet started freaking out. Which, after a few short hours in the dark, prompted the comedian to return to the platform to clear up a few things.

“No there’s nothing wrong. No nothing happened. No there’s nothing cryptic about anything,” he explained on Instagram Stories. “I just don’t wanna be on Instagram anymore. Or on any social media platform. The internet is an evil place and it doesn’t make me feel good. Why should I spend any time on negative energy when my real life is fucking lit. The fact that I even have to say this proves my point. I love you all and I’m sure I’ll be back at some point.”

Davidson’s departure from social media seems to have rubbed off on Grande, who responded to a fan saying that she’s also taking a step back from Twitter and Instagram. “Just sometimes can’t help but bump into some negative shit that really can bum u out,” she wrote on Monday, “and it’s not worth it honestly.”

yeh ! i’m prolly gonna post on der for a little while & take a breather from twitter & ig for a little. just sometimes can’t help but bump into some negative shit that really can bum u out and it’s not worth it honestly. promised i’d always tell you. i love u sm ! be well & happy

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) July 23, 2018

TBH, we’re really going to miss those gross PDA comments you guys leave on each other’s photos.

August 15, 2018: Pete tosses a wrench in our timeline

Okay, so this timeline might be even shorter than we initially thought. When Pete Davidson was interviewed for GQ‘s September issue, he revealed: “The day I met her, I was like, ‘Hey, I’ll marry you tomorrow. She was calling my bluff. I sent her a picture [of engagement rings]. I was like, ‘Do you like any of these?’ She was like, ‘Those are my favourite ones,’ and I was like, ‘Sick.'” The ring he settled on? A 3-carat pear diamond ring — worth $93,000.

October 14, 2018: Pete and Ariana call off the engagement

Well, it seems another one of our young Hollywood relationship timelines has come to its end. A source has confirmed to TMZ that Ariana Grande and Pete Davidson have split after five months of dating, calling of their short engagement. “We’re told the two still have love for each other,” TMZ shared, “but things are over romantically.”

November 1, 2018: Pete jokes about his engagement on SNL

In a new Saturday Night Live promo, Davidson jokingly proposes to musical guest, singer Maggie Rogers. “Hey Maggie, I’m Pete. You wanna get married?” Pete asks.

“No,” Rogers says shaking her head.

“0-for-three,” Davidson says to the camera.

November 1, 2018: Ariana tweets (& deletes) shade at Pete

Then, in what is perceived to be a subtweet at Davidson, Grande tweeted and deleted: “For somebody who claims to hate relevancy u sure love clinging to it huh.”

Ariana Grande just subtweeted Pete Davidson and then said “thank u, next.” pic.twitter.com/WLkNahvwnR

— Ryan Schocket (@RyanSchocket) November 2, 2018

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jessicakehoe · 6 years

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Ariana Grande and Pete Davidson Have Called Off Their Engagement

Ariana Grande and Pete Davidson have become one of the most talked about celebrity couples, melting hearts worldwide with their adorable social media love fest.

When news broke that Mac Miller and Ariana Grande had officially broken up, fans were devastated, but no one could have predicted the whirlwind romance that would soon follow the end of their longterm relationship. Since then, there’s been multiple matching tattoos, cloud-shaped phone cases, and NSFW tweets (which have since been deleted) about Pete’s manhood.

From their initial meeting on Saturday Night Live to a surprise quickie engagement, here’s a play by play of everything that’s happened in this roller coaster ride of a relationship.

March 12, 2016: Ariana and Pete meet on Saturday Night Live

A post shared by taking a lil break / offline (@greedybuteragrande) on May 10, 2018 at 10:50am PDT

May 9, 2018: Ariana confirms split from Mac Miller

May 12, 2018: SNL after party meet up

May 16, 2018: Pete and Cazzie break-up

May 20, 2018: Pete supports Ariana at the Billboard Music Awards

May 21, 2018: The start of something new

News officially breaks that the couple is for sure an item, but according to People, the relationship is still extremely new, labelling it as “very casual”.

pic.twitter.com/1GPM6smsBu

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) May 23, 2018

May 23, 2018 : Ariana hits back at fan

May 25, 2018: Pete defends relationship with Ariana

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Okay now they’re just doing it for our benefit. #CommentsByCelebs

A post shared by @ commentsbycelebs on May 25, 2018 at 2:35pm PDT

May 26, 2018: Ariana and Pete get flirty on IG

Grande and Davidson continue to fuel dating rumours, posting super flirty comments on each others IG pics all week, captured by Instagram account CommentsbyCelebs.

May 29, 2018: Ariana supports Pete at comedy show

It’s Grande’s turn to support Davidson as he performs at The Comedy Store in Los Angeles, sharing a snap to her Instagram story of him that she captions with heart eye emojis.

the chamber of secrets has been opened …

A post shared by Pete Davidson (@petedavidson) on May 30, 2018 at 10:00am PDT

May 30, 2018: The relationship is officially confirmed

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We had a good night.

A post shared by L O N D O N R E E S E (@londonreese) on Jun 2, 2018 at 9:48am PDT

June 2, 2018: Pete gets two Ariana themed tattoos

Photography by Kevin Mazur/Getty

June 2, 2018: Ariana photographed wearing her engagement ring

Long before their engagement was officially confirmed, Grande was pictured backstage at Wango Tango wearing the $93,000 sparkler.

HAHAHAHAHAHH HES BEEN BRIEFED

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) June 12, 2018

June 11, 2018: Ariana and Pete are reportedly engaged

u know what you’d dream it be like ? it’s better than that

A post shared by Pete Davidson (@petedavidson) on Jun 15, 2018 at 12:16pm PDT

June 15, 2018: Pete confirms their engagement

Davidson confirms the engagement on IG, with a post that shows off Grande’s massive ring.

‘pete’ !

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) June 18, 2018

June 19, 2018: A song about Pete

While talking to fans on twitter, Grande reveals new details about her upcoming album Sweetener, explaining she made a last minute addition to the album with the song named Pete.

ariana, pete and a few of their friends got matching H2GKMO (honest to god knock me out) tattoos! hopefully we get a picture of pete’s soon #arianagrande #petedavidson #petiana #peteiana #grandson

A post shared by ariana grande & pete davidson (@peteandariana) on Jun 18, 2018 at 1:19pm PDT

June 20, 2018: Matching tattoos round #2

Grande and Davidson get more matching tattoos, this time of H2GKMO (honest to God knock me out), posting a video to Instagram showing them off.

Tonight Pete Davidson confirms his engagement to Ariana Grande. Here's a sneak peek. Tune in to #FallonTonight for the full interview. pic.twitter.com/NjxmZ2njgR

— Fallon Tonight (@FallonTonight) June 20, 2018

June 21, 2018: Pete talks about engagement on Jimmy Fallon

Davidson appears on Jimmy Fallon, describing his engagement as “winning a contest.”

June 26, 2018: Happy Birthday Ariana

Just when you thought they couldn’t get any cuter, Davidson posts the sweetest birthday message for Grande, calling her “the most precious angel.”

Photograph courtesy of Robert Kamau/ GC Images

July 2, 2018: Tattoo tribute to Pete’s late father

Grande debuts a new foot tattoo “8418”, which was the badge number of Davidson’s late father who was a firefighter and passed away during the September 11 terrorist attacks in NYC.

July 5,2018: Ariana addresses Pete’s Manchester joke

With the joke resurfacing on the web, Ariana finally felt she needed to comment.

this has been v tough & conflicting on my heart. he uses comedy to help ppl feel better ab how f-ed up things in this world are. we all deal w trauma differently. I of course didn’t find it funny. it was months ago & his intention wasn’t/ is never malicious but it was unfortunate

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) July 5, 2018

July 23, 2018: Pete deletes all his Instagrams

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) July 23, 2018

TBH, we’re really going to miss those gross PDA comments you guys leave on each other’s photos.

August 15, 2018: Pete tosses a wrench in our timeline

October 14, 2018: Pete and Ariana call off the engagement

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I would like to start out by saying that the title of all this already feels extremely outdated. How many new “Weinsteins” have there been in the last week? The last month? It seems as though it’s never-ending; that every day there is a new news story I am waking up to and catching up on. I have had more than my fair share of feelings and emotions that have resurfaced for me during these times. As a survivor myself, I find it hard to read the testimonies and commentary made. I find it difficult to constantly wake up, get onto a news site and see another case of sexual assault on the front page.

Let’s get this cleared up here and now, I don’t think it’s hard to read because it’s my favorite celebrity, news anchor, or politician. I don’t think it’s hard because my favorite Netflix* show is being cancelled.

I could give a rat’s ass about all that. It’s hard because I know exactly what those victims are going through. I know the emotions that are pulsing through their veins as they finally speak out. I know the fear of being called a “liar” or “overdramatic” by those who don’t want to believe you. I know the feeling of denying you were assaulted for years and years, and I know the feeling of that weight being lifted off your shoulders after you’ve finally spoken out. I know what it’s like to constantly see your attacker and that huge mental toll it takes on you. And I know how it feels to get an empty apology that has no meaning behind it.

*Shout out to Netflix for removing Louis C.K., Spacey, and Masterson over sexual misconduct.

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Frustrated

I guess reading all of these just makes me frustrated as fuck. Frustrated that it has taken so fucking long for this to hit the spotlight. Frustrated that I, like so many other survivors, am still so emotionally impacted with each and every story that surfaces. Frustrated that almost EVERY single person I know has a #MeToo hashtag somewhere in their tweets. Frustrated that people are trying to back up the assailants or rally behind them to defend their actions. Frustrated that many of these (public) assailants have already made their livings, and can live VERY comfortable lives (financially) after being publically called out. Frustrated that so many survivors are sitting here like I am, and are struggling to emotionally cope with these headlines every single day.

I think what frustrates me the most is that there are still so many assailants out there, going about their day-to-day activities with very little to no repercussions. Hell, my attacker is doing that as I type this. He’s running around town making money and living his “best life” and facing zero consequences for his actions. My friend’s attacker received no punishment, and is currently enjoying a full-ride scholarship at a school that is aware of his actions. It frustrates me that I know so many people who are in my shoes. Who are in my friend’s shoes. Who are in shoes that I can’t even contemplate.

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POP QUIZ TIME!!

Assailants, please fill out this simple yes/no questionnaire provided to you below:

-Do you pat yourself when you slow down your vehicle to cat-call someone?

Y / N

-Does groping that girl in the bar after someone told you to stop the first time make you feel cool in front of your buddies?

Y / N

-Do you always call someone a slew of names when they politely decline your aggressive advances?

Y / N

-Do you blame the girl for your actions (ex: “her dress was too short”, “she was drunk”, etc.)?

Y / N

-Do you feel good about the time you masturbated in front of my friend in the bathroom and then followed him to the dance floor?

Y / N

-Does laughing after someone says, “do NOT touch me” make you feel superior?

Y / N

-Do you really think that an empty apology would make her forgive you?

Y / N

-Do you sexually harass all of your employees when it’s just you two in the office?

Y / N

-Is it a confidence booster for you to get dragged out of the bar for unzipping her shirt because “it wasn’t low enough”?

Y / N

-Do you honk every time you see an attractive person walking on the sidewalk?

Y / N

-Have you sexually harassed or sexually assaulted someone?

Y / N

———— LET’S SEE HOW YOU DID!!————

0= CONGRATS YOU’RE NOT A PIECE OF TRASH!

1-11= CONGRATS! YOU ARE A PIECE OF TRASH!

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So just a little thought before I get into my next part of whatever this is. With all the news coming out against those who have committed sexual misconduct (FULL LIST), why are there still so many Americans who are not taking this as seriously as it should be taken? Why are y’all acting like this isn’t a HUGE FUCKING ISSUE? One would think that after 34+ men accused SINCE Weinstein, we would be looking at this a little more closely. Why are y’all still sweeping this intolerable behavior under the damn rug? These aren’t dust bunnies or crumbs from your pizza that you ate on the couch. These are cases of SEXUAL MISCONDUCT where the assailants are HUGE IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN MEDIA AND POLITICS. DO YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT THIS SHIT? Which leads me to my next segment: “Fuck You Americans Who Keep Sweeping Sexual Assault Under the Rug”.

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Fuck You Americans Who Keep Sweeping Sexual Assault Under the Rug

A piece to all those who continue to act like sexual assault either a) doesn’t exist or b) continue to think that it is not a real issue.

I really don’t know how to kindly put this title. And I shouldn’t have to. Because you are part of the issue. One piece of this huge fucked up problem that isn’t being solved or even looked at like it should be.

For all of those still supporting Kevin Spacey: Fuck you.

For all of those still supporting Harvey Weinstein: Fuck you.

For all of those still supporting Dr. Luke: Fuck you.

For all of those still supporting Roy S. Moore: Fuck you.

For all of those still supporting Donald Trump: Extra fuck you.

For all of those still supporting Jeremy Piven: Fuck you.

For all of those still supporting Mario Batali: Fuck you.

For all of those still supporting Russell Simmons: Fuck you.

For all of those still supporting Ed Westwick: Fuck you.

Should I continue?

For all of those still supporting Louis C.K.: Fuck you.

For all of those still supporting Andy Dick: Fuck you.

For all of those still supporting George Takei: Fuck you.

For all of those still supporting R. Kelly: Fuck you.

Do you get the point now?

I feel like I just have more questions than anything. I guess I just don’t understand it. I don’t understand how you can still support someone who has wronged so many people. Or how you can vote someone into the Oval Office after 20+ women come forward. Like I really just don’t get it. I don’t understand how you are about to vote someone into office after they were found in a hotel room with a minor? Or how most of the country didn’t bat an eye when DeVos reversed the Obama-era policy on campus sexual assault? I don’t understand how the country isn’t up in arms over this. There were policies that helped survivors and they were revoked. Survivors are already in a vulnerable position and now we are even more so.

Also, I have had my fair share of run-ins with people who flat out do not think sexual misconduct is an issue or is something that needs to be fixed. And THAT baffles me. How can you not think this is an issue when it is in the news LITERALLY every single day since Weinstein was publically called out?

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Just a few facts on sexual violence (from HERE and HERE):

One in five women will be raped in their lifetimes

One in 71 men will be raped in their lifetimes

In eight out of 10 cases of rape, the victim knew he person who sexually assaulted them

More than 90% of sexual assault victims on college campuses do not report the assault

Every 98 seconds, an American is sexually assaulted

Every 8 minutes, that victim is a child

18,900 military personnel experienced unwanted sexual contact last year

Still think it should be swept under the rug?

It’s time for America to grow up and take this issue on head-first. It’s time for us to hold each other responsible. Regardless of if it’s a politician or your roommate. We have to stop pretending like this isn’t a huge problem in our society. We must hold those accountable.

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With that being said, I do think this wave of headlines is a turning point. I truly believe that our (survivors) voices are being heard now more than ever. Hell, it’s hard to NOT hear our voices when news anchors are being pulled off-air and the president is under scrutiny for sexual assault. And you know what is hard to not notice? TIME Magazine’s Person Of the Year. Which is officially the Silence Breakers (read the article HERE). It’s time for our voices to be heard. And it is time for this shit to stop.

I leave you with TIME’s video dedicated to the Silence Breakers, to show that we are finally being heard after so many decades of being silenced.

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lindyhunt · 6 years

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Ariana Grande and Pete Davidson Have Called Off Their Engagement

Ariana Grande and Pete Davidson have become one of the most talked about celebrity couples, melting hearts worldwide with their adorable social media love fest.

From their initial meeting on Saturday Night Live to a surprise quickie engagement, here’s a play by play of everything that’s happened in this roller coaster ride of a relationship.

March 12, 2016: Ariana and Pete meet on Saturday Night Live

A post shared by taking a lil break / offline (@greedybuteragrande) on May 10, 2018 at 10:50am PDT

May 9, 2018: Ariana confirms split from Mac Miller

May 12, 2018: SNL after party meet up

May 16, 2018: Pete and Cazzie break-up

May 20, 2018: Pete supports Ariana at the Billboard Music Awards

May 21, 2018: The start of something new

News officially breaks that the couple is for sure an item, but according to People, the relationship is still extremely new, labelling it as “very casual”.

pic.twitter.com/1GPM6smsBu

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) May 23, 2018

May 23, 2018 : Ariana hits back at fan

May 25, 2018: Pete defends relationship with Ariana

View this post on Instagram

Okay now they’re just doing it for our benefit. #CommentsByCelebs

A post shared by @ commentsbycelebs on May 25, 2018 at 2:35pm PDT

May 26, 2018: Ariana and Pete get flirty on IG

Grande and Davidson continue to fuel dating rumours, posting super flirty comments on each others IG pics all week, captured by Instagram account CommentsbyCelebs.

May 29, 2018: Ariana supports Pete at comedy show

It’s Grande’s turn to support Davidson as he performs at The Comedy Store in Los Angeles, sharing a snap to her Instagram story of him that she captions with heart eye emojis.

the chamber of secrets has been opened …

A post shared by Pete Davidson (@petedavidson) on May 30, 2018 at 10:00am PDT

May 30, 2018: The relationship is officially confirmed

View this post on Instagram

We had a good night.

A post shared by L O N D O N R E E S E (@londonreese) on Jun 2, 2018 at 9:48am PDT

June 2, 2018: Pete gets two Ariana themed tattoos

Photography by Kevin Mazur/Getty

June 2, 2018: Ariana photographed wearing her engagement ring

Long before their engagement was officially confirmed, Grande was pictured backstage at Wango Tango wearing the $93,000 sparkler.

HAHAHAHAHAHH HES BEEN BRIEFED

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) June 12, 2018

June 11, 2018: Ariana and Pete are reportedly engaged

u know what you’d dream it be like ? it’s better than that

A post shared by Pete Davidson (@petedavidson) on Jun 15, 2018 at 12:16pm PDT

June 15, 2018: Pete confirms their engagement

Davidson confirms the engagement on IG, with a post that shows off Grande’s massive ring.

‘pete’ !

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) June 18, 2018

June 19, 2018: A song about Pete

While talking to fans on twitter, Grande reveals new details about her upcoming album Sweetener, explaining she made a last minute addition to the album with the song named Pete.

ariana, pete and a few of their friends got matching H2GKMO (honest to god knock me out) tattoos! hopefully we get a picture of pete’s soon #arianagrande #petedavidson #petiana #peteiana #grandson

A post shared by ariana grande & pete davidson (@peteandariana) on Jun 18, 2018 at 1:19pm PDT

June 20, 2018: Matching tattoos round #2

Grande and Davidson get more matching tattoos, this time of H2GKMO (honest to God knock me out), posting a video to Instagram showing them off.

Tonight Pete Davidson confirms his engagement to Ariana Grande. Here's a sneak peek. Tune in to #FallonTonight for the full interview. pic.twitter.com/NjxmZ2njgR

— Fallon Tonight (@FallonTonight) June 20, 2018

June 21, 2018: Pete talks about engagement on Jimmy Fallon

Davidson appears on Jimmy Fallon, describing his engagement as “winning a contest.”

June 26, 2018: Happy Birthday Ariana

Just when you thought they couldn’t get any cuter, Davidson posts the sweetest birthday message for Grande, calling her “the most precious angel.”

Photograph courtesy of Robert Kamau/ GC Images

July 2, 2018: Tattoo tribute to Pete’s late father

Grande debuts a new foot tattoo “8418”, which was the badge number of Davidson’s late father who was a firefighter and passed away during the September 11 terrorist attacks in NYC.

July 5,2018: Ariana addresses Pete’s Manchester joke

With the joke resurfacing on the web, Ariana finally felt she needed to comment.

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) July 5, 2018

July 23, 2018: Pete deletes all his Instagrams

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) July 23, 2018

TBH, we’re really going to miss those gross PDA comments you guys leave on each other’s photos.

August 15, 2018: Pete tosses a wrench in our timeline

October 14, 2018: Pete and Ariana call off the engagement

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lindyhunt · 6 years

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Goodbye Insta-PDA! Ariana Grande & Pete Davidson are Apparently Taking a Break From Social Media

Ariana Grande and Pete Davidson have become one of the most talked about celebrity couples, melting hearts worldwide with their adorable social media love fest.

From their initial meeting on Saturday Night Live to a surprise quickie engagement, here’s a play by play of everything that’s happened in this roller coaster ride of a relationship.

March 12, 2016: Ariana and Pete meet on Saturday Night Live

A post shared by ☕️☁️☕️ (@greedybuteragrande) on May 10, 2018 at 10:50am PDT

May 9, 2018: Ariana confirms split from Mac Miller

May 12, 2018: SNL after party meet up

May 16, 2018: Pete and Cazzie break-up

May 20, 2018: Pete supports Ariana at the Billboard Music Awards

May 21, 2018: The start of something new

News officially breaks that the couple is for sure an item, but according to People, the relationship is still extremely new, labelling it as “very casual”.

pic.twitter.com/1GPM6smsBu

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) May 23, 2018

May 23, 2018 : Ariana hits back at fan

May 25, 2018: Pete defends relationship with Ariana

Okay now they’re just doing it for our benefit. #CommentsByCelebs

A post shared by @ commentsbycelebs on May 25, 2018 at 2:35pm PDT

May 26, 2018: Ariana and Pete get flirty on IG

Grande and Davidson continue to fuel dating rumours, posting super flirty comments on each others IG pics all week, captured by Instagram account CommentsbyCelebs.

May 29, 2018: Ariana supports Pete at comedy show

It’s Grande’s turn to support Davidson as he performs at The Comedy Store in Los Angeles, sharing a snap to her Instagram story of him that she captions with heart eye emojis.

the chamber of secrets has been opened …

A post shared by Pete Davidson (@petedavidson) on May 30, 2018 at 10:00am PDT

May 30, 2018: The relationship is officially confirmed

We had a good night.

A post shared by L O N D O N R E E S E (@londonreese) on Jun 2, 2018 at 9:48am PDT

June 2, 2018: Pete gets two Ariana themed tattoos

Photography by Kevin Mazur/Getty

June 2, 2018: Ariana photographed wearing her engagement ring

Long before their engagement was officially confirmed, Grande was pictured backstage at Wango Tango wearing the $93,000 sparkler.

HAHAHAHAHAHH HES BEEN BRIEFED

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) June 12, 2018

June 11, 2018: Ariana and Pete are reportedly engaged

u know what you’d dream it be like ? it’s better than that

A post shared by Pete Davidson (@petedavidson) on Jun 15, 2018 at 12:16pm PDT

June 15, 2018: Pete confirms their engagement

Davidson confirms the engagement on IG, with a post that shows off Grande’s massive ring.

‘pete’ !

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) June 18, 2018

June 19, 2018: A song about Pete

While talking to fans on twitter, Grande reveals new details about her upcoming album Sweetener, explaining she made a last minute addition to the album with the song named Pete.

ariana, pete and a few of their friends got matching H2GKMO (honest to god knock me out) tattoos! hopefully we get a picture of pete’s soon #arianagrande #petedavidson #petiana #peteiana #grandson

A post shared by ariana grande & pete davidson (@peteandariana) on Jun 18, 2018 at 1:19pm PDT

June 20, 2018: Matching tattoos round #2

Grande and Davidson get more matching tattoos, this time of H2GKMO (honest to God knock me out), posting a video to Instagram showing them off.

Tonight Pete Davidson confirms his engagement to Ariana Grande. Here's a sneak peek. Tune in to #FallonTonight for the full interview. pic.twitter.com/NjxmZ2njgR

— Fallon Tonight (@FallonTonight) June 20, 2018

June 21, 2018: Pete talks about engagement on Jimmy Fallon

Davidson appears on Jimmy Fallon, describing his engagement as “winning a contest.”

happy birthday to the most precious angel on earth! you’re my favorite person that ever existed :) i love you sm ☁️⚡️😍

A post shared by Pete Davidson (@petedavidson) on Jun 25, 2018 at 9:06pm PDT

June 26, 2018: Happy Birthday Ariana

Just when you thought they couldn’t get any cuter, Davidson posts the sweetest birthday message for Grande, calling her “the most precious angel.”

Photograph courtesy of Robert Kamau/ GC Images

July 2, 2018: Tattoo tribute to Pete’s late father

Grande debuts a new foot tattoo “8418”, which was the badge number of Davidson’s late father who was a firefighter and passed away during the September 11 terrorist attacks in NYC.

July 5,2018: Ariana addresses Pete’s Manchester joke

With the joke resurfacing on the web, Ariana finally felt she needed to comment.

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) July 5, 2018

July 23, 2018: Pete deletes all his Instagrams

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) July 23, 2018

TBH, we’re really going to miss those gross PDA comments you guys leave on each other’s photos.

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