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ellecdc · 7 hours

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Hello I’m new here (tumblr) and idk if I’m doing this right but hi!

Your fics first came up with regulus and moon water so I’ve been binge reading your fics :), I was wondering if you would write Sirius x reader?

Where like Sirius is like head over heels for reader and it’s just him talking to the marauders about her because she’s like on prefect duties so he misses her.

If not that’s fine.

hahaha lovesick Siri is my kryptonite - thanks for your request; here's a cute little baby blurb <3

please note: my requests are currently closed as I finish exams and work through the requests that I currently have.

lovesick!Sirius Black x fem!reader who's on prefect rounds and he's upset about it

“So….why exactly is Padfoot pouting right now?” Peter asked cautiously as he shed off his bookbag and sat down to watch James and Remus’ game of wizard chess as Sirius hung upside down from a grandfather chair looking awfully contemplative.

“His bird ditched him for some other bloke.” James muttered without raising his head.

Sirius scoffed dramatically and shot James what was probably supposed to be a withering glare, but was significantly diminished from his current upside-downness.

“First of all, do not call my darling girl a bird. Second of all, she did not ditch me for another man, she has prefect rounds with Regulus.”

“The better of the Black brothers; good for her.” Remus commented; dodging a throw pillow lobbed at him from Sirius without moving his attention from the board.

“What? You think you’re going to die if she’s not here to stroke your ego, Pads?” James asked teasingly.

“I might.” Sirius responded earnestly.

The other three Marauders groaned.

“You’re all just jealous you don’t know what it’s like to be in love.” Sirius accused as he repositioned himself upright in the chair.

Remus and James both turned to give him unimpressed glares.

“You’re nearly as bad as Prongs now.” Peter muttered, earning him indignant “oi!”’s from both James and Sirius.

“I can’t help it if she’s the best thing to ever happen to me, Wormy.” Sirius pouted.

“I am sitting right here.” James grumbled.

Sirius rolled his eyes. “You’re a close second, Prongs.”

“She can’t be that great if she willingly puts up with you.” Remus commented, causing Sirius to launch himself out of the grandfather chair and onto Remus’ back.

“You take that back right now! My girl is the sweetest, most angelic, lovely person in the whole wide world and we’re all better for it.”

“Oh my gods, okay, okay. Merlin’s tits you’re wild.” Remus muttered as he bodily shoved Sirius off of his person.

“I can’t believe she puts up with you if this is what you’re like around her.” Peter commented, earning him a laugh from James.

“Oh, you should see it, Worms. She reduces him to nothing but a soppy lovesick smile whenever she’s around; no more feral Pads, he’s right docile with her.”

Sirius stared between his three friends with his mouth hanging open, face painted in a look of pure betrayal.

“See, this is why I spend so much time with her; she’d never treat me like this.”

“And yet, here you are.” Remus taunted.

Sirius stood quickly as he scoffed derisively. “Fine. I’m going to go hang out with her; at least then I’ll know I’m wanted.”

No one said anything as Sirius dramatically stormed out of the portrait hole and the Gryffindor common room once again returned to its appropriate volume.

“His logic is flawed if he thinks Regulus wants him anywhere near them during their rounds.” Peter commented, causing James to groan.

“Reg’s gonna hex him into oblivion if he disrupts their prefect duties again.” The Headboy groaned.

Remus let out a long suffering sigh as he stood from his long since abandoned chess game and made for the portrait hole.“I’ll go play interference…again.”

#marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black fluff #sirius black drabble #sirius black blurb #sirius black ficlet #ellecdc fics

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anistarrose · 7 hours

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taz balance one-shot recs!

I've been meaning to make this post for a while now, so here we are! The majority of these are from the past three years or so, because I love a fandom classic as much as anyone, but I particularly want to shine a light on some gems from after the peak of traffic in the fandom tags! There are of course also exceptions that are older, though.

Also, April 19th-21st are Just Leave a Comment Fest, so please show these authors some love!! They're all so deserving!

a recipe for home by @journalofimprobablethings: Taako tries to cook for the first time since Glamour Springs. When things go awry, Lucretia is there to lend a hand.

Gen (Taako & Lucretia), 3.5k. Early B.O.B. era hurt/comfort centered around cooking, with a delicious dollop of sentimentality and dramatic irony on top.

Seven Times Magnus Burnsides Gave Someone A Hug + One Time He Received One by @barry-j-blupjeans: Magnus wasn't really any good at— at words. He was more of an action man. Or, y'know, a "I'll take this hit so you don't have to" man. Talking to someone about their feelings was all kinds of weird, so usually he just left the space for someone else to talk. And, well... Magnus wasn't good at words. But there's a few different ways to get his support across.

Mostly gen with some Magnulia, 8.6k. You've all heard of the classic 5 Plus 1, but obviously Magnus deserves a 7 Plus 1! I don't know how to describe it without spoilers other than being full of incredibly sweet, gentle takes on so many fraught or bittersweet moments. Super underrated, do give it a read.

Embrace the Dark by @ceilingfan5: Bookstore coworkers Kravitz and Taako get more than they bargained for when Taako tries to use his powers to fix Kravitz's migraine. But it's okay--it's an excuse for them to spend time together until one of them can nut up and ask the other out.

Taakitz, 8.9k. Modern with Superpowers AU! Super sweet interactions between Kravitz and Taako, paired with lots of fun background worldbuilding. And, of course, a very special grilled cheese sandwich.

Break This Heavy Chain by Punka_Writes: In the immediate aftermath of Story and Song, Barry Bluejeans could really use a hug.

Blupjeans and misc. platonic interactions, 2.3k. The absolute epitome of comfort food in written form, with excellent Barry characterization (and of course, he does get that hug)!

birds of a feather steal sweaters together by @holdmecloser-gandydancer: When you're a big, burly guy it seems that your clothes just become free reign for all your friends. Normally Magnus is a reasonable guy, but everyone has their limits.

Gen (IPRE crew), 1.9k. Starblaster era fluff! Everyone is written absolutely delightfully, and every time I read it I snort out loud at least twice.

Security by @ceilingfan5: Barry has finally made it--his incredible scientific discovery has landed him a huge fortune...and a lot of problems. The only good thing that's come of it, honestly, has been his bodyguard, Lup. (And the science. That's good also.) He's just gotta stay normal about how nice it is to have someone like Lup around, and also not perish by way of press circuit, and everything will be fine.

Blupjeans, 6k. Modern with magic AU from Barry's POV, featuring equal parts anxiety and pining. Also, it's straight-up extremely funny.

Lonesome Dreams by @jerreeeeeee: Taako wakes up one morning from a nightmare, fast fading. There was a guy in glasses, and they were… somewhere high up? Something terrible happened, but he doesn’t remember. He wakes up in a wagon he’s never seen before, but it has his name on it. There’s tons of food inside, more than he’d be able to afford. And he’s alone. Thinking back to the last thing he remembers is difficult. College? No, he’d graduated. Top of his class, obviously, he remembers that. But what- what happened after? Where is Lup?

Gen (Taako & Lup), 10.2k. Everything starts out the same, except Taako remembers Lup, even if not how she went missing, and it's incredibly underrated and full of phenomenal characterization. I won't spoil how things shake out, but it's a great emotional ride and I genuinely reread it all the time.

it's my party and I'll mope if I want to by @holdmecloser-gandydancer: Taako's birthday is just another Thursday. A detective and an old friend have a different idea.

Gen (Taako & Lucretia & Angus), 2.1k. Short and so sweet! Fics about voidfished!Taako's birthday never get old, and this is one of my absolute favorites. Nailing the angst-to-wholesome ratio.

Tedious Familiarity by @barry-j-blupjeans: Déjà vu. Noun. A feeling of having already experienced the present situation. A tedious familiarity. Barry Bluejeans woke up in a cave, fresh out of a pod filled with green goop, and saddled with an unsettling feeling that he had been here before. If you had asked forty-year-old Barry if he would follow instructions left by a talking coin, he probably would have asked you what type of drugs you were on. But, y’know, fifty… two? Fifty-one? How old was he? Fifty-two sounded right. But, y’know, fifty-two years old Barry didn’t really have that many other places to turn, so this couldn't be all that bad.

Gen, 4.1k. Missing scenes based off Barry's decade alone, written in such an effective style, where all the little details truly make it. Mandatory reading for fellow Barry angst enjoyers.

Angus McDonald and the Wonderland Escape Rooms by coppersunshine: When Angus gets grounded from detecting, to keep his skills sharp he becomes a patron of the Wonderland Escape rooms, run by Edward and Lydia, who quickly decide he's their new nemesis. To their surprise, Angus and the collection of weird adults he's accompanied by decide otherwise.

Gen (Angus & Edward & Lydia), 7k. Modern with magic AU, putting Edward and Lydia in the absolute funniest possible job, at which a little boy detective torments... and maybe, even gives them a chance to turn over a new leaf. I am of the opinion that Angus and the Wonderland twins have a criminally underexplored dynamic, and this fic gave me everything I wanted.

If the Sun and Moon Should Doubt by Punka_Writes: Merle Highchurch, on the brink of a bad decision.

Gen, 1.6k. Merle character study immediately before running out on his marriage. Truly the incredible characterization that Merle deserves; this was a fic that really ignited my love for him.

Greensleeves by @sgrumby: Kravitz has never seen a lich like this before, and he's seen a lot of liches. Merle is just trying to save the universe, thanks very much.

Gen (Kravitz & Merle), 2.2k. A unique and also absolutely genius Lich!Merle AU where Kravitz inevitably comes after him, and Merle is... well, the Peacemaker, of course!

#taz #taz balance #taz balance spoilers #fic rec #long post

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isfjmel-phleg · 2 days

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After my presentation of the Secret Garden and CEN paper, someone in the audience asked about applying the lens of CEN to other children's book from the same era. I thought about it afterward, and the best example that came to mind was Anne of Green Gables.

Anne Shirley, before her arrival at Green Gables, has experienced CEN. It has played out in a much different way for her than it does for Mary and Colin in TSG, due to differences in social class, but the principle has been the same. As an orphan raised in homes that viewed her as an inconvenience and a sort of unpaid servant, she has never had an adult in her life who prioritized her emotional well-being, who took the time to be kind to her, to listen to her, to teach her how to function in the world beyond basic survival. She is aware that no one wants her after her parents' death, and she is made to feel guilty by her caretakers for having the audacity to exist and need to be "brought up by hand." It's difficult for Anne to even talk about these experiences when Marilla asks her. She's relieved to get relating them over with, because "Evidently she did not like talking about her experiences in a world that had not wanted her."

And then there's this exchange:

“Were those women—Mrs. Thomas and Mrs. Hammond—good to you?” asked Marilla, looking at Anne out of the corner of her eye. “O-o-o-h,” faltered Anne. Her sensitive little face suddenly flushed scarlet and embarrassment sat on her brow. “Oh, they meant to be—I know they meant to be just as good and kind as possible. And when people mean to be good to you, you don’t mind very much when they’re not quite—always. They had a good deal to worry them, you know. It’s a very trying to have a drunken husband, you see; and it must be very trying to have twins three times in succession, don’t you think? But I feel sure they meant to be good to me.”

Anne has clearly been mistreated, but she's describing--and pointedly not describing--suggests less of aggression and physical harm and more of something missing, an emptiness, a lack of love--CEN. Likewise, she herself exhibits some signs that can be associated with this type of maltreatment. Difficulty with emotional regulation, attachment problems, extreme sensitivity to rejection, negativity toward herself, excessively immersing herself in imagination (a mild dissociative tendency), anxiety around social situations (regarding how to behave correctly and whether people will like her), etc.

And in a way, the entire first book of the series deals with how she finds healing from her past of CEN, through gaining the love and acceptance of her new family, of friends, of an entire community.

From what little I know of L. M. Montgomery's life, CEN was likely a factor in her own upbringing, and it repeatedly features in her novels (The Blue Castle and Jane of Lantern Hill, for instance, in particular feature heroines who have experienced CEN) with poignancy. Montgomery paints moving portraits of how badly children can be scarred by a lack of love and affirmation.

Anyway, situating Anne's backstory as rooted in CEN helped me put my finger on one of the reasons that I felt that the recent series Anne With an E--at least the first season, which is all I've seen--misunderstood the nature of Anne's past. In this version, we see flashbacks to Anne's past, in which she is being viciously bullied by other children for her talkativeness and imagination. They even go so far as to stuff a mouse into her mouth, and the show suggests that Anne has PTSD as a result of this kind of treatment.

And yeah, Anne's childhood in the book isn't great and clearly has hurt her deeply, but this interpretation felt off to me. What Anne has to say--and not say--about her past in the book suggests not that she was targeted as an object of others' aggression but that she was disregarded. No one was giving her a second thought. That's not as dramatic and shocking as vicious bullying, but it's another, more subtle, insidious kind of maltreatment, just as hurtful in its way but harder to pin down. It's easy to portray a quick, sensational scene of our protagonist being obviously, overtly, grandiosely mistreated, but how do you show the gradual piling up of years' and years' of being treated like you don't matter? All the tiny incidents that chip away at one's sense of self-worth? The building of a worldview in which you must earn love and acceptance but somehow you can never manage it and of course it's your own fault?

And I'm reminded how recent adaptations and retellings of TSG shift the narrative toward grief, which is easy to dramatize, big and impressive and full of obvious pathos. It's an easy way out of depicting a subtler kind of suffering, and the same way, Anne With an E replaces Anne's CEN with bullying and PTSD. There is a place for such stories, but Anne's isn't one of them. It's almost as if there's an inability to understand or a reluctance to depict any kind of suffering that isn't big and grand and shocking. There are many ways that people can be deeply hurt, and it doesn't always look like a major traumatic event that's easy to pinpoint. Sometimes the hurt isn't a tidal wave that engulfs in a single devastating event; it's a slow drip that erodes oneself away little by little. That's closer to what is depicted for Anne, and Montgomery's other protagonists who have experienced CEN, and it's important to recognize what exactly is going on because this sort of thing still happens every day in the real world, in many forms, and it needs to be seen and combatted. And seeing this form of maltreatment play out in literature helps us recognize it and empathize with and reach out to those whom it has impacted--or possibly even to identify it in our own histories and search for our own healing.

#I apologize if not everything is phrased perfectly - I'm just working through some initial thoughts on this #but I hope the point of what I'm trying to communicate will get through

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vierlieben · 1 day

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Hair Clips.

Kang Yeosang x f!reader

genre: fluff

wc: ??

a/n: mweheheh i just felt like this is something that he'd do :[ i love this man so much

since you and your fiance, yeosang moved in together, you can't help but to notice how plain your hair looks without the colorful clips that you used to put all over it. it's such a disaster for you—you accidentally left it in your old apartment and when you came back to get them, it's all gone. you even tried looking through yeosang's luggages but it wasn't there either. the landlord must have got it, you thought.

it's been just a week. you love those hair clips but you couldn't go out to buy new ones because you were busy with the wedding planning and everything, especially arranging the furnitures and other stuff in your new home.

everytime you'd look at a mirror and see how plain you look because of the missing pieces that are supposed to be clipped to your hair, you can't seem to smile. it's not that you're just being so dramatic or something, it's just because you've been wearing and loving them since you were little. that's what people loved about you; you always look adorable, even at this age.

now it feels like something as a big piece of your personality is missing. you just couldn't wait to have more free time and spend the whole day shopping for new hair clips and accessories.

"hi," you felt yeo's arms wrapped around your upper body while looking at yourself in the mirror. "can't get enough of looking at your own beautiful face?"

his sweetness made you blush. but that's way far from what you are really thinking about.

"no.. i really miss putting on hair clips. i look like a whole different person." you said with a sad tone, which touched his heart.

and he knows how much you love putting on those cute hair clips as well. most of the time, even when he's running late at work, he'd put it on you and flash the sweetest smile ever while staring at your pretty face. sometimes, he'd let you put it on him too and take pictures!

"well, say no more," he whispered and smooched your left cheek.

you got confused as his right arm unclasped from your upper body and reached something from his pocket. it was something pink and purple—and your eyes automatically shined as yeosang clipped it to your hair.

it is a...

... a goddamn hair clip. and he got it for you.

well, it's not like it's the first time that he ever got new ones for you. it's just... it feels different at this moment because you missed him doing it for you and you definitely missed something being clipped onto your hair.

the hair clips just kept coming out from his pocket and getting on your hair. a smile is painted on his pretty face while doing it, admiring your cute expression; you feel like you're about to cry.

you turned your head to see your reflection again when he finished putting it on for you. you missed seeing your hair having these cute clips ...

"oh, god.." was all you can say. ".. i so love you, baby."

he once again wrapped his arms around you tightly, giving you more cheek smooches. "we'll get more once we're done doing stuff here, alright?"

you nodded and kissed him back. "thank you, baby. you're so sweet."

"i sure am," he tightened the hug for a second. "hug me back, please?"

you turned around and did as what he said. the both of you wished that this moment could last longer.

#ateez fic #ateez fanfic #ateez #ateez x reader #yeosang #kang yeosang #fluff

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vsyrworld · 2 days

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Serious question - who is more whipped for who: Charles for Carlos or Carlos for Charles?

interesting! Please don't get mad if I said both of them🤣 and this is going to be a long one.

I have to tell you that this ship is taking their time slowly to get close to each other. Their love bloomed like molasses on the ground after a dewy morning rain. Carlos -- he is an easygoing and humble person, who loves to tease, annoy, and banter. He said in an interview that Charles is easy to get along with too. With his humble personality, it would make sense to point out that Carlos would make a move first to introduce him, just like how Singapore 2018, he asked Charles first, not the other way around. It happens because Charles is a shy person but will open up and give all of his heart when he trusts the person. Remember post Seb Ferrari era? the mood was down and the team was split into two sides. Charles was stressed too, suffocated, he missed so many chances to be the world champion. Enter Carlos with his light personality, it gives Charles a fresh air.

I thought Carlos was bolder but somehow Charles also did his own games too. Once he gets comfortable with Carlos, he becomes playful too, he teases him, gives him pet names, asks him ridiculous unnecessary things, and so much more. Remember also that both C² boys are together facing the downfall of Ferrari, 2022-2023 was -I can say- the worst era. There are so many things behind the scenes that somehow they choose to keep it lowkey and not show it to the camera. They did sometimes, back in the day 2021 when they used a silly filter and posted on each other accounts. So bet, through the trial and tribulation as a Ferrari drivers they exchange many deep talks together, both of them are fights for each other, we never see them crash no? Unlike Seb with Charles, or Nico with Lewis, both respect each other, and both are not into mind games, yes Charles might be intimidating for Carlos since he is the golden boy, but somehow Carlos understands his burden to be il Predistinato, he is helping him through bad times. Carlos stated that he wish Charles become a wdc with Ferrari and he wants to help him. Carlos loves Ferrari and bleeds rosso corsa as much as Charles does. Watch Carlos 2023 press conference with the Estrella Galicia, where said his racing future plan A B C is drives for Ferrari, and he also pointed out how he annoyed by the fan who always make them hate each other. With that dedication Charles softens and trusts Carlos, he is having fun and he is down so bad for Carlos. The interview with Martin or the Singapore interview 2023 are the proves how close they are

With much aware, I do understand for whole this four year, fans always pitted them against each other. They beefing bcs there is no "dramatic" content between them. Yes they were used to dissing about strategies, but does it happen so great until it make the headline? No! Thats why fans are nosy about them and yet they are so undisturbed by that. Again, they keep everything so lowkey and yet from interviews, from instastory, articles, and even their personal project, they exchange everything. Charles doesn't like physical touch but did he avoids Carlos' touch? no i dont think so😬❤️‍🩹

#ugh #charlos lore #i can write so much more #charles leclerc #carlos sainz jr #1655 #charlos #c2

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elliewilliamsblunt · 2 days

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(¯`·¸.-~*´¨¯`*·~-. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕔𝕖 .-~*´¨¯`*·~-.¸·´¯)

Notes!: sorry I'm dropping these a little slow I’ve been tweaking out but I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and Ellie!! Reader is VERY closed off and scared of change. While Ellie has an attuide problem and money issues :P. Hopefully I can get this proofread in a little💀

Summary: Through frostbitten windows, she laid cocooned in the sheets, her spirit shattered by misery, forcibly thrust into the unfamiliar surroundings of a campus. Like suffocating fish yearning for the familiar embrace of the sea, she struggled to find solace. It was time to let go of Arizona and embrace the dawn of a new chapter. Tread the ice…suffocating the words that threaten to spill from your lips…she wished she could forget…

TW: self-image issues, identity struggle, trauma, ptsd, religious trauma, homophobia, internal homophobia.

Chapter one

↞chapter two↠

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A gentle breeze of crisp, chilled air caressed your numb, neglected cheek as you lay sleepily in bed, while a shiver broke the comfort of your slumber. The savory aroma of breakfast wafted your nose, emanating from the yellow, cracked light filtering in through your doorway. You hummed groggily fluttering your weary eyes open, peaking at your frost-bitten window still exposed from last night. Painting the windowsills in small powdered flakes and the room in a somber blue.

Now broken from the bliss of your sleep, you slowly sat up in the messy bed cluttered with hangers and out-of-place sheets. Your eyes scanned over your hoarded room over the brief weeks of your stay. Before they met the obnoxious neon red of your alarm clock.

“6:30 am”

Confusion furrowed your brows seeing as the lights below were on, accompanied by a faint shimmer of bacon aroma and the soft murmur of the homeowners. "It's early," you thought to yourself, considering the situation. Your aunt worked from home, and her wife didn't depart for work until 8 am. Then again…it must have been another futile attempt to drag you from your bed. You couldn't blame them though…the women never had children but even they were smart enough to know that your wallowing wasn't the healthiest…Much to their luck, the trick was a small success being that your stomach grumbled in frustration with the lack of dinner you had yesterday.

With a soft sigh, you threw your legs over the edge of the bed dragging your weight up lazily to your static tingling ankles. Walking yourself sluggishly to the bathroom for relief before brushing your teeth. Staring blankly into the mirror…no more bruised cheek…lip still a bit cut but could have been discarded as just dry skin. You brush the small nick feeling your heart sink again…

Was it...wrong to miss your mother…? Though you have shamed her with your sins…Enough…she wouldn't even spare you her gaze now…Be grateful someone even fucking took you in…

After your short spiral, you splashed water half-heartedly on your face, attempting to quell the tumult within before venturing out of your room, craving tranquility. Bare feet gliding gently over the cold wood floor, your fingertips skimming the glossy railing of the stairs as you descended. Where you were met with the faint reasoning of their early ruckus.

"I just think it's early... I mean, it's only been two weeks," your aunt murmured softly, as she rested her head on her palm, the other hand cradling a mug of black coffee. Her wife, her counterpart, disagreed. "Then what? Do we let her stay locked up in her room...until she finally takes action to end her misery?" Rachel huffed softly as she flipped bacon. "You're being dramatic," Aubery replied, her concern and annoyance evident. "And so are you," the blonde hummed, finally turning off the stove. "Look... maybe she's not doing that bad, but her moping around all week, not going out, isn't good either," she added. Aubrey nibbled softly at her lips, unsure how to navigate their choices. "...I suppose you're right," she whispered, prompting a small smile from her wife. "Come on... it's not like we're taking care of a little girl. She was in college before she came here. She shouldn’t let her years go to waste..”

Your heart weighed feeling anxiety run back through your nerves considering the thought of even returning to your studies….meeting new people…replacing Hannah…. A small scowl crept onto your soft lips as you continued down the stairs, causing the older woman to glance over. "Look who's up!" Rachel beamed, but her cheer only served to deepen your annoyance. Did you dislike her? No, that wasn't fair to consider. She was a nice woman, intelligent too, but undeniably pushy. You offered a noncommittal hum in response, withholding any hint of amusement. After grumbling a soft "Morning," you took a seat at the table. Your aunt immediately sensed your displeasure, her expression softening as she took another weary swig of her coffee. She's trying... don't be a brat... you mentally scolded yourself.

“I’m guessing you heard our conversation?” Aubrey muttered gently, while you childishly petty, shrug biting your lip. “A little…” You murmur shifting uncomfortablyas if you were psychically fighting your mental turmoil. Before you could dwell further, you were interrupted by a hearty plate of food placed before you, accompanied by a gentle smile from Rachel as she settled beside her lover. "Rachel works on a campus nearby...we've already submitted a few things for you, even drafted a letter—" Aubrey began, her voice trailing off as Rachel interjected."We think it'd be good for you to get back into the swing of things," Rachel announced, her hand resting protectively over Aubrey's. "Especially since your aunt worked really hard to get your records from your mother, and we took you in, and—"

"I'll go," you huffed bitterly, exhaustion evident in your tone. The couple's eyes widened in surprise as you began to scarf down eggs and bacon, hoping to avoid a confrontation about your reluctance to leave your bed. "Really?" Rachel chirped, disbelief coloring her tone. With a full mouth and a small glare, you nodded, and Rachel's smile widened, her hands clasping together as if she had received a reward. "That's great! I'll inform the council and arrange for a tour tomorrow!" Forcing you to choke slightly in fear. "Tomorrow?"

"Of course! The campus is small, and not many students live around here anyway. It'll be just fine!" Rachel reassured you with unwavering enthusiasm swiftly finishing her breakfast before standing up from the table. Just as your appetite had dawned on you, it now quickly disappeared with your hearty bite along with the forced news. Your aunt's smile weakened seeing your anxiety before her gaze flickered back to her wife rushing around to leave for work ending with a gentle peck on the lips.

Your stomach clenched at the tender scene before you, a mix of disgust and a faint trace of envy stirring deep within. It felt peculiar witnessing such displays when they used to be mere rumors of who embraced sin, and tangled with Satan. But it was rather opposite, horribly sweet…striking up a new contradiction. This was no evil. Perhaps you were simply annoyed you lost who you cherished? Though when she was there, you cried in pure hatred for your identity…your truth….and that question still lingered: would you ever come to accept it? Or would it haunt you like a lone bird chirping in the misty mornings? Regardless, you pushed it aside, fingers tracing the familiar contours of your cross. A feeble wall of resentment towards your own wants.

The soft click of the front door closing snapped you back to reality as Aubrey approached, noticing your struggle to eat. "... wanna talk?" she offered, her eyes filled with understanding, to which you shook your head sighing softly. “S’..only gonna make it worse…”

“Why do you think that?” she probed, concern etched in her voice. Your body tensed, opting for silence, prompting her to sigh. "...I know this is tough, but you deserve better. Your mother had no right-"

“I don't want to talk about my mother-” You interrupted firmly. There was an awkward silence between you two, and you could tell she was itching to spill horrible things about your mother, about your faith…But she knew it wasn't something you could forget so easily..she couldn't either. “I just….want you safe…and healthy….I’ve never been good would kids…but…I want to get to know you even if it's selfish to say…I’m glad I have this chance…” She confessed toying with her coffee mug anxious for your response.

Your gaze softened, laden with guilt. Despite your reluctance to accept her care, her selflessness pierced through. And all you could manage was a sad smile and a hesitant response.“…I’m…sorry I’m just….I don’t know…” Though even if it was just a short stammer, a brief summary of thousands of words you could say, Aubrey still took into consideration mostly happy you “opened up.”

“N-no no! It’s fine…I just…want you to know that I care…that Rachel cares…even if you don’t like it…we just want to push you to be better..” She muttered gently letting her knuckles gently brush your cheek and straight your fringed bangs. “If it were up to me I would’ve let you rest longer but…maybe Rachel is right, maybe you can handle a little action?” She questioned unsure how to prompt this news as something…exciting….fun even. “I guess…I mean…I can…I can handle it…” you remark rubbing your clothed thighs tempting to soothe your nerves. Aubrey smiled softly in return giving an affirmed nod before standing from the table. “Well…we should get started on shopping then”

“Shopping….?”

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There is another layer that comes with identity, which is appearance. A factor that has always blown over your head back in the South. Besides, the sun was constantly overbearing you were lucky if the day ended with your makeup still presentable. Nonetheless, you were quick to remind yourself this wasn’t Arizona. Especially when you had to borrow your aunt's coats and snow boots. Or when you had to scrounge up the single pair of jeans you brought with you…that’s when you finally grasped a goodbye to simple shorts and graphic tees.

Because you now were another hour deep in shopping with your aunt because of your own…lack of “pizzazz” or whatever nice way boring she could describe you as. Not that it bothered you; you had little interest in being bold or making an effort to stand out. The only time you felt compelled to care about your appearance was around Hannah, a fact that often left you feeling embarrassed. You bland was your nature, like black and white uniforms in grade school. It's not like there was room to explore skimpy fashion under your mother's roof even if you cared to venture. Just simple faded tees and jeans, along with a few cotton dresses for sermons.

But this? This was a jungle, a horde of junk untamed by staff and another unnecessary stress besides getting back to your studies. You would have been fine with another pair of blue jeans and a sweater but thrifting? Maybe your aunt really was out of the ordinary. Being that she was leading you around the store stuffing random fabrics into your weighed arms. She seemed excited even…you felt horrible to be such a blank face. But what could you do? Creativity wasn't really your thing…maybe logical…pessimistic…an eye sore?

Fortunately, your compliance paid off, and the older woman relented, allowing you to escape the burden of the mountain of clothing you were carrying. As she led you to the checkout, you were greeted by a slender, artsy chick with a short, neat bob, blue puppy liner accentuating her eyes, along with a detailed sleeve adorning her right arm. Her furrowed brows and dark pupils expressed disbelief as she looked at you and your purchases. But then again with the way you dress who would believe it…

Her pin read “Cat.”

Well, I don't like your fucking attitude cat…Wait that's mean…Don't be mean…Jesus I’d look at me crazy too…your mind rambled, and unfortunately, the silence only seemed to invite your aunt's chirping. "You look young! Did you just start working here?" Great, small talk. It's not that your aunt was annoying you, but you could already feel your body cringing. And "Cat" didn't seem amused either, appearing more sassy than before.

Great….small talk.

It's not that your aunt was annoying you but, you could already feel your body cringing."Yep," she hummed dryly. "You in college?" Aubrey prodded, eliciting a sigh from you as you desperately sought an escape from the dreaded small talk."Yeah?" The cashier responded indifferently, scanning the jeans and stating the price without a trace of humor. You clumsily searched your wallet, only to find $70.00 instead of the required $78.30. Guilt flooded over you as you stood there with insufficient funds, but Aubrey intervened, laughing as she pushed your hand aside.

Your heart raced as you over the small spill, longing to flee. Cat's eyes met yours, a mix of curiosity and irritation evident. "Really? Huh... don’t get why she'd come here... this place is a ghost town. Honestly, I'm only here for my girlfriend." Your mind quipped about Cat's sudden verbosity, yearning for the solace of your bed. "Well... have a good day, I suppose... newbie," she said, sliding the paper bags towards you as you hastily snatched them and made a swift exit from the quaint shop.

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Despite yesterday’s news, the return to student life had nearly slipped your mind—until Rachel burst in, jolting you from slumber. "What are you doing?! It's almost 8:00! Come on!" She pleaded as nicely as she could, shaking your groggy shoulders. Another morning hijacked as if your commitment to the women had vanished. But as long as you remained under their roof, escape was out of reach until graduation. It’s not that you hated academics, or wanting to learn and become someone. It’s the atmosphere you hated, and college was no better than high school. Without the drug-like presence of Hannah, you already knew this day…week…months so on…were gonna be a goddamn shit show.

Enough with the morning moping; you were already running late. Hastily, you threw yourself out of bed and navigated through the cluttered room, rummaging through the bag of clothes you'd purchased the day prior. Furrowing your brows in confusion, you struggled to decipher what your aunt had selected for you. By the end of it, you found yourself simply matching color tones, uncertain of what truly went with each other. Finally going with a simple pair of dark jeans and a navy blue baby doll top. Accompanied by a lacey white tank top underneath so you wouldn’t suffer even more freezing breezes. Finished off with simple makeup and your sliver cross necklace shamefully tucked under the fabric resting on your heart. Grabbing your book bag your head zipped over to the door seeing Aubrey dressed up more than usual…she looked nice…but still quite as worried as usual. “You ready? Rachel’s getting antsy.”

“Yep.” You replied with a small nervous huff slinging on a black puffer coat and a fluffy pair of boots trailing downstairs.

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“Your grades are quite remarkable…I’d say we are lucky to have you on campus..” The elderly lady spoke kindly going through your transfer records. While you shyly twiddled your thumbs bouncing your leg rapidly like a mere kindergartener. “She is, isn’t she?! Just a little quiet.” Rachel huffed proudly with a smile caressing your shoulder. It made you question if the woman ever lacked optimism, considering the fact she barely knew you.

"Well, silence allows for deeper contemplation and learning... and reflection on one's surroundings. Perhaps you should consider philosophy, as we don't offer religious studies," the Chancellor suggested, delivering another blow to your faith, which troubled you after your recent betrayal."I suppose..." you murmured fearfully, your eyes averting as you nibbled on your bottom lip. Your observant aunt quickly interjected, "What about cheerleading? It's on her schedule, right? I used to see photos and such, and she's really talented, I know it..."

The chancellor's gaze softened slightly hearing Aubrey's soft plea. Her aged fingertips moving to take off the gold-rimmed glasses she wore before setting them aside. “First….I just…want to say how sorry I am for your situation. It's incredibly sorrowful.” She confessed forcing you to tilt your chin up to meet her gaze. As if this day couldn't have gone worse, the reminder made your eyes gloss. “S’ fine…” Was all you could muster before silent forcing yourself not to cry. “But…While we do offer cheerleading seasons are short, because summers are short. Just like our football team getting into the sport is extremely hard given how many students signed up at the beginning of the year…and you unfortunately arrive at a time when admissions have been long closed.”

How fucking fantastic.

“-But!” the woman went on her thin lips tugging into a gentle smile. “We have a great girls' hockey team! They even offer tons of scholarships and are very happy to take in newcomers, since the campus is quite small and well…hockey isn't necessarily a girl's dream sport…” she huffed jokingly.

No shit…

“Oh, that would be great! A new sport! Something to keep the blood going! new experiences! Come on you should do it” Rachel cheered clasping her hands together. “But..I don’t know a thing about hockey..” you countered worriedly. “I’m sure they’d teach you…and it’d probably be nice to have a new face in there…” Aubrey added with a soft smile your graze whipping to her in betrayal. “Finical aid…trips out of state few parties here and there it wouldn’t be…horrible.” The Chancellor hummed with a small carelessly shrug causing you to huff in disbelief. Because of course, they weren’t the ones in your seat, it didn’t matter to them but it seemed so fucking passive-aggressive. “I-I don’t know…”

“Come on…” Your aunt whispered gently. “….don’t you want something….new?” She questioned. Trigging a pause in you…maybe she was right….or maybe you could join and get the shit beaten out of you….but….maybe….just maybe…

You could forget Arizona.

“I’ll do it.”

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The campus was indeed as small as locals said, your first day made up of a few morning classes. “Filled” with a reflective 12-15 students and possibly a few others had they shown up. The hallways exuded a suffocating quietness, yet somehow managed to instill a gentle calmness in your nerves. Your previous campus, though small, was marred by constant noise and unbearable overcrowding. The outdated facilities barely functioned, not to mention the presence of obnoxious students. Perhaps this new environment offered an escape—a serene beauty that you initially scoffed at, tainted by the bitter memories entrenched in your beloved home in the warmth and embrace of the South.

You even had time to venture during your few hours between afternoon classes and morning ones since you were running up and down the field doing flips. You…had time. You had a moment to take in your new reality without the audience of your aunt and her…preppy lover. You had a small dorm, a bit chilled and gloomy but it was yours. Along with an old cafe near a retro record shop that you had yet to see. You were curious for once in your life. You didn’t know your way around and you didn’t know the name of every shop in town.

You escaped Arizona…but you yearned for the comfort of familiarity.

Thankfully, your burdened thoughts began to lift as you made your way to a dimly lit chapel just down the street from campus. Opting for a seat in the back to evade the small crowd of worshippers, you attempted to focus on the sermon. But, your concentration faltered, and your heart sank at the sight of a large cross proudly displayed on a central beam. A feeling of suffocation washed over you, compelling you to confess, to unload your guilt and shame before God. To feel comfort in the chapel once more. But Just as you were rising to head towards the confession booths...

Your phone buzzed.

“Hockey 2:00 pm”

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Your shoulders tensed as the chill of the rink seeped through your sweater, exacerbating the sinking feeling of shame from earlier in the afternoon. You shuffled awkwardly inside, feeling out of place amidst the bustling atmosphere, akin to a lost mutt. The contrast with the serene calmness of your morning classes caught you off guard, leaving you taken aback by the cacophony of noise.

Like the rest of your classes, the rink was only made up of a few girls probably eleven at most. But for a team, it seemed more unorganized if anything one girl sitting the the bench mindlessly tapping away on her switch, a few others scattered around competitively practicing. But there was one girl in particular….not in uniform talking to another chopper-headed girl…wait….

Fuck it’s that cat chick from yesterday….

Don't notice don't notice don't notice. You prayed ducking your face away now hidden under your palm before an older woman called out your name. "Oh, you must be the new girl!" Her voice carried a teasing tone, her posture exuding confidence. With short platinum blonde hair and piercing pale blue eyes, she commanded attention despite her age. "I'm Coach Miller, but you can call me Maria," she declared with a hint of a Western accent. "I've heard quite a bit about you."

"Really?" you replied, taken aback. "Yes, and I must say, I'm terribly sorry about yer’ situation," she continued, unaware of the discomfort it caused you. Fucking Christ who didn't Rachel tell? You suppressed a sigh, only to be interrupted by the coach's call. "Girls, gather around! I want you to meet our newest teammate!" Your body immediately tensed and you flusteredly toy with your sleeves watching the girls quickly skate over their attention locked on you.

Well all besides one girl, the auburnette was still chatting with Cat laughing as they gazed over.

What is this highschool again?

"Williams, including you! And Cat, I've told you before, if you don't play, you can't stick around!" Maria scolded, her annoyance evident. But "Williams" merely scoffed, a playful smile dancing on her lips as she leaned in to peck the shorter girl's lips, her gloved hands gently groping Cat’s flanks. The other girls chuckled, and a swirl of curiosity filled your stomach. "Now, Ellie!" Maria's voice cut through, pulling the player away from her lover, who smirked smugly as she complied.

"Little shit," the coach muttered under her breath, while the other girls whispered teasing remarks to Ellie. "Alright, everyone, listen up! We have a new player from Arizona. Let's give her a warm welcome!" Maria announced proudly, introducing you with a smile playing on her lips. Thankfully, you were greeted with mostly warm smiles and brief introductions, except for Ellie, who seemed more interested in starting trouble than welcoming you.

She didn't even bother with pleasantries, just furrowed her brows in disbelief. "Arizona, huh? You play?" she asked skeptically, causing you to feel a pang of shame. "No..." you admitted quietly, watching her green eyes narrow in frustration. "Coach, you're telling me Arizona is going to play with us, and she hasn't even played before?" Ellie's tone dripped with irritation, disregarding your presence. Maria rolled her eyes at the girl's outburst.

"Is that a problem?" she challenged. "Of course, it's a fucking problem! We have nationals in less than two months!" Ellie retorted sharply. "Watch your language, Ellie!" Maria snapped back. "Listen here, this girl has come a long way, and if she wants to be on the team, she's earned her spot. We have enough time to teach her the game, and you better watch your tone," she growled, locking eyes with Ellie. With a final glare, Ellie pushed past you to sulk on one of the benches.

Her sharp emerald gaze watching your every move as you chat with the other girls making your smile flatter nervously. Until another girl came up to you, with thick wavey hair and pretty freckles scattered all over her nose. She said her name was Dina?…too much happened to matter. “Let's get you in uniform yeah?” She affirmed taking your wrist leading you to willingly follow desperate to escape the stranger's gaze.

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While you might have initially felt a twinge of embarrassment from your encounter with the cat, you weren't entirely engulfed in humiliation. Now, as you find yourself seated on the icy ground, your ankles feeling the strain of the heavy boots and gear, and your legs turning to jelly from the brief skate around, you can't help but scowl over players' speeds. At least they were trying to help though considering the fact they were born and raised in snow they got it down.

Hell, you could barely strive forward let alone backward. This was nothing like roller bladding on scorched cement. It's not that you weren't athletic…but maybe pathetic. You could already feel another cry blurring your vision which wasn't making your sob story much better. With sore ankles, you clumsily propelled yourself forward, taking in a shaky breath, desperately hoping for some semblance of stability. Just as you felt your body teetering forward, on the brink of a chilly rock-bound plunge, another girl swooped in, her firm grip securing you against her chest. "You good, newbie?" she snorted, her tone a mix of amusement and reassurance. She was tall, her helmet shamefully hiding her charming features besides a few long sandy stands. You presumed her name was Abby…well you would've cared to remember if Ellie hadn't scared you off.

Flushed and slightly dazed, you glanced up at the blonde, offering a faint nod, only to receive a small smirk in return, accentuating her plush lips.….Cocky….had all the girls in here been cocky…You pondered until Ellie, unamused by your lack of practice, rudely interrupted. “Arizona! Had enough flirting?” she growled sarcastically leaning on the edge of the rink. “I-..” You stammered in return clutching your twig nervously. "Lay off Williams, it's her first fucking day," Abby interjected bitterly, revealing the absence of any camaraderie between the two. "I don't know, she seems to have it down, right? She’s wasting time chatting when she should be skating," Ellie taunted, stepping onto the rink and gripping her twig. "Let's start her off with the basics, shall we? Just a short game."

"Lets not maybe? She doesn't even know how to play," Abby added sarcastically, but Ellie merely raised a brow in response, carelessly shrugging. "She's got to learn soon enough, and you know how important nationals are, Anderson," Ellie retorted, her shorter stature carrying an air of challenge. But unfortunately, Ellie was right and shredding Abby's pride just slightly. “I’m not doing this right now.” She muttered with a bitter scowl tonguing her inner cheek as she shoved past Ellie. “Sorry, captains gotta do what needs to be done” Ellie mocked in bitter amusement while you stood there almost petrified.

But Ellie wasn't empathic, quite the opposite actually. God…where did coach go you pleaded mentally when Ellie's attention snapped back to you. “Alright, ladies huddle around!” The captain called out leading the puzzled girls to stride over. “We’re gonna teach Arizona here how to play got it?!”

“What? She can barely skate.” Nora informed once more. “Thanks for stating the obvious Nora, but I'm caption and I think this’ll help her, and I don't have time to sit and baby a newbie. If you girls wanna fucking win, let alone have a chance we gotta straighten her out” Ellie demanded sternly. You're gaze flickered around seeing the troubled faces of the other players, and you were already panicking. “Abby sitting out, five on each side just defence practice alright? Simple enough even for you Arizona.”

Arizona…that stupid fucking nickname. You can handle this...is what you were telling yourself…. just to prove this snarky bitch wrong. Who did she think she was, anyway? If she wanted to criticize your break, you'd set things straight. Focused, you tracked your team's every move, sliding over shakily, brows furrowed, bottom lip tucked beneath your teeth. Leaning forward, you waited anxiously for the puck to shift.

With a shrill blast of the whistle, Abby set the girls in motion, and they swiftly darted around, aggressively striking the puck. You, feeling bewildered, clumsily attempted to follow suit just as Dina expertly slid the puck over, grazing the tip of your blade. Several pairs of eyes flicked over to you, causing your heart to sink. Before you could react, Ellie effortlessly intercepted the puck, shoving you aside and scoring a goal. Off balance from the collision, your body lurched and crashed once more onto the ice, now speckled with small splashes of scarlet from your nose.The rink fell silent as the girls stood in shock and remorse, except for Ellie, who remained unfazed, panting lightly as she surveyed the scene. "What?" she asked innocently. "You're such a dick..." Nora scoffed, sliding over to help you up. "Are you alright?"

"Been worse…" you muttered, fingers pressing against the bridge of your nose as your chin remained defiantly elevated, streaked with crimson. Just as Maria returned from her brief absence, the scene unfolded before her. "What on earth is happening here?!" she exclaimed in shock and disbelief, hurrying back inside. "Ellie thought it was a good idea to get the rookie in a game." Abby confessed, shooting a furious glare in Ellie's direction. "Is that so, Miss Williams?"

"What?! Maybe I did! Is it the end of the world? Come on, Maria, get a grip. We need to focus—" Ellie retorted before Maria swiftly cut her off.

"I don't want to hear it! You're always starting shit, and now someone's injured because of it! Keep getting smart with me and you're out of the team!” the coach declared bitterly, causing Ellie to shift in shame.

"I-I... Look, I'm sorry, Maria... I need this scholarship, please—" Ellie began, but Maria's tone brooked no argument.

"If you want to keep it, you better shape up, Williams," the older woman growled, reaching out to gently grasp your arm as Nora guided you off the ice. "Since you seem so keen on being in charge, you’re trainin’ the rookie."

“What?!”

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Notes!: HIII, I’m hella late I know but if there are any mistakes I'm gonna proofread hopefully today. I just wanted to get this out before it was any later. Also, tell me if you guys want shorter quicker chapters or long ones that take a bit. But the next chapter will pick up a bit more! Maybe in Ellies POV??? Not sure yet. But! It might take a bit to write I'm going on a date this weekend. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter tho!!<3

Taglist: @vqxen @thefrogthatsmokes @bready101 @shiimer @a-little-bit-of-everybody @teawithnosugar

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OH GOD, EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING, EVERYTHING'S GOING ON-

I AM SCREAMING, KICKING, CRYING, RUNNING UP MY WALLS, DRAMATICALLY THROWING MYSELF ON THE GROUND AND WAILING-

FIRST SAMS FUCKING PUNCHES AND KNOCKS ME TO THE GROUND, AND THEN MGAFS GIVES ME THE FINISHING BLOW- FUCK EVERYTHING-

OH GOD, WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN-

First of all, we finally reunited with old Moon…BY GOD, DID I MISS THIS SNARKY BASTARD- I am so happy, to see him again!!! He's so nonchalant and blunt, especially towards people outside of his family- It makes me so nostalgic!! His similarlities to Eclipse are clearer than ever, honestly!

Everything about it just makes me so emotional, I can't even begin to describe it-

He's on that same old beach where he gave up his life, the same old beach where he showed empathy and compassion more than ever before, the same damn old beach where he was the more selfless than he'd ever been- It is making me sick to my stomach/pos

He still loathes himself so much, still looks down on himself and his mistakes. He has never been able to let go of it, he'll always hold on to the mistakes he made. One of these mistakes is leaving a part of his code behind, which in turn created Eclipse. His hatred for him comes from the hatred of himself, because Eclipse is the embodiment of everything he hated in himself.

But even though he hates himself, even though he buried himself underneath a mountain of mistakes, he will never regret protecting his family. He has always been a big brother, always been a protector, no matter what! Even after everything, they are the only thing on his mind. I'm going to fucking cry, man-

God, he adores them so much! Everytime he talked about them, I teared up!

He adores and treasures Sun with all of his heart, and only wishes for him to be safe and sound and happy! He knows his brother, knows he's blaming himself, and wants so badly to put a stop to it! But he can't, because that would involve a conversation, and he cannot bare to hurt him more than he already has.

He wants to thank Monty, who has been his emotional support, his best friend. Old Moon is anti-social, apathetic towards anyone outside of his family, even another version of himself, yet Monty got through to him, time and time again. Monty, in their own right, was family too! The two of them always got each other out of the gutter.

God, when he talked about Lunar and Earth, I legit started to cry a little-

He always wanted a sister. He always wanted a little brother. He wished he could've met them, wished he could've gotten to know them, wished to have loved them as much as he loved Sun!

He did know Lunar, but he never had the chance to truly get to know them. Everything he said about them is honestly just so sweet, and shows old Moon beyond his shell.

They were just a kid in a shitty situation, made with a purpose they never wanted.

Old Moon has a hard time caring for others, yet he looked at this child, who needed help and guidance, and took them underneath his wing without hesitation. Tragically, though, he always kept his distance. I don't think, he quite saw, how much they looked up to him. He always kept them at arms length, because he had hurt one brother, and was afraid to hurt another, afraid to open his heart. Yet, despite this distance, he would've ripped Eclipse apart for what he did, without mercy.

God, I can only imagine what his dynamic with everyone would've been like, especially with Earth, who is so incredibly different from him!

Old Moon is such an intriguing character to look at! Especially with how obviously different he is from New Moon!

I want to analyze him so bad, but my brain just won't cooperate👀

I'm really glad, New Moon got his reassurance though, and even learned from Old Moon, it seems!

Now, as for MGAFS….NO, GOD NO, PLEASE EVERYTHING BUT THIS-

THEY WEREN'T JUST SEPARATED- THEY WERE PERMANENTLY TORN APART, NEVER TO REUNITE AGAIN- THEY CAN'T DO THIS, I CAN'T HANDLE THIS-

BLOODMOON'S REACTION TO HIS BROTHER'S DEATH- HE TRIED SO HARD TO KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE, BUT THE MOMENT THEY TRIED TO LEAVE, HE STARTED YELLING- HE HAS NEVER BEEN ALONE, ALWAYS ONE HALF OF A WHOLE. NOW HIS OTHER HALF IS GONE, AND HE IS ALONE, AND HE WILL NEVER BE WHOLE AGAIN-

I ALSO READ YOUR INTERPRETATION OF BLOODMOON'S LAST LINE, AND IT HAS BROKEN ME- THEY COULD'VE BEEN GOOD. THEY COULD'VE BEEN FRIENDS. THEY JUST DIDN'T WANT TO BE CHANGED, DIDN'T WANT TO BE LIKED AS SOMEONE THEY'RE NOT. THEY JUST WANTED TO BE THEMSELF, YET THEY NEVER WOULD'VE BEEN ACCEPTED THAT WAY-

XERO, WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME-

-Stardust

YESSSSSYESYEYSES I DIDN'T TALK MUCH ABT THE TSAMS EP BC I GOT SO DISTRACTED BY MGAFS BUT EVERYTHING U SAID FOR REAL !!!!!! THE BEACH AND THE CONVO THEY HAD AND AAUAGGGHH

I was honestly so worried that there was going to be a sudden change in how Old Moon acted but seeing him just still wholeheartedly be him made me experience sooo many emotions. Like u said, the similarities between him and Eclipse are just wholly on display and it's like,, oh yea! you are who he stems from!

AND YEAH ALL HIS SENTIMENTS ABT MONTY + SUN + THE BROTHER N SISTER HE NEVER GOT TO KNOW. BURSTS INTO TEARS!!!!! For how little people he cared about, he made up for in caring about that small handful of people with his whole entire soul, even if that care could be convoluted and confusing and ultimately hurtful, he never wanted it to be like that. He just wanted the best :(

AND THEN THE LAST MESSAGE FOR NEW MOON AUGHHH I CAN'T EVEN. DIES EVERYWHEREEEE

AND THEN MGAFS. FUCK. I KNOWWWW I KNOW I KNOW IT FUCKED ME UP SO BADDD. THE FINAL BLOODMOON'S DESPERATE YELLING AT THE END FUCKED ME UP EVEN WORSE TO TOP IT ALL OFF I CAN'T EVENNNN.

AND SHAKES YOU SHAKES YOU THEY COULD HAVE BEEN SO EASY TO ACCOMMODATE FOR IT DRIVES ME INSANE!!! THEY WANTED CONTROL OVER THE ONE THING THAT IMPACTS THEM THE MOST, OF COURSE THEY WOULD HAVE DENIED ANYTHING ELSE!!!! THEY COULD HAVE HAD IT ALLLLL AAAAOAUHGHHHH

#asks #anon #stardust anon #STARTS PUNCHING A WALL AND SOUNG BACKFLIPS AND BURSTING INTO TEARS #IT ALL MAKES ME SO EMOTIONAL UGH. HELL EARTH EVERYWHERE FOREVERRRRR #sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #tsams #monty gator and foxy show #the monty gator and foxy show #mgafs #tsams spoilers #sams spoilers #mgafs spoilers #long post #caps

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smeagol-on-my-deagol · 23 hours

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PART 2

reading 'the secret history' by donna tartt for the first time, so here are my thoughts after reading through chapter 2:

[CONTAINS SPOILERS] obviously

— i was absolutely correct in my assumption that bunny actually was straight, but not quite in the way i expected (like good god man i know it was the 80s, but even richard was weirded tf out)

— BUNNY WHEN I CATCH YOU BUNNY

— love miss judy poovey

— also love how everybody outside the greek class is like "yeah they suck" or "yeah something is not right with those people" and richard hears none of it and instead is just ride-or-die for these people

— like he doesn't even fw greek like that

— increasingly cult-core themes

— no seriously "come with us in my convertible, new drunk outsider, to spend a luxurious weekend at one of my family's homes in the countryside" like richard you barley know these people

— "obsession with the picturesque" yeah i can fucking tell by the way you're not listening to a damn word coming out of camilla's mouth

— FREE CAMILLA FROM THE CLUTCHES OF THESE MEN

— don't know how much i believe richard's whole "i really didn't think about it too much" thing,, like yeah they were speaking latin or whatevs but like??? you couldn't pick up on any of it??

— so did they like try to slow-kill bunny using "natural remedies" (homemade poison) and when that didn't work they just decided to push him off a cliff or ??

— cause if they did that's fucking hilarious

— "hi-ho, the derry-o!!" girl, you are at the bottom of the food chain rn

— richard is so relatable in some ways, yet so absolutely detestable in others

— back to bunny's murder: i feel like they decided he was too annoying for too long and just wanted to get rid of him like unanimously vote him out of greek class, but henry seems to only be capable of doing things in the most dramatic way possible

— "Consummatum est."

[edit because i remembered something else i wanted to include but forgot]

— idk for what i think they've got going on with all that disappearing for a while and showing up with injuries all the time, but for now my two theories are:

1.) they're like performing rituals or like offerings to the greek gods cause they were reading about it and wanted to see if it would like do anything for them

2.) bunny went from killer to killed (i.e. they were a murder squad before they murdered him, and they're out there like committing actual homicide)

#the secret history #tsh #tsh donna tartt #donna tartt #richard papen #judy poovey #bunny corcoran #henry winter #francis abernathy #camilla macaulay #charles mcaulay #julian morrow

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(The man ) Garrett x Reader

(Requested by @twilightlover2007 )

Part 1

“Single file line, please! The ground is still very wet and slippery”, the bustling of very small toddlers and a single teacher trying to keep them all together was a sight to see at the Forks Museum. (y/n), a young pre-k teacher had finally gotten to take her small class of 10 children to the museum after weeks of waiting for parental approval forms to be brought back. It was the middle of winter and living in Forks meant that there wasn’t alot for a pre-k teacher to come up with to entertain the little ones. The museum was the cheapest option, and guaranteed that the small children would be entertained by the many artifacts and attractions that surrounded them. An aquarium would have been a much better bet, but the nearest one was out of state and very expensive.

The small group of teacher and students were on their way to the minivan bus that (y/n) had organised when a small hand tugged at her winter jacket, “Miss Johnson I have to make a sissy!”, (y/n) knelt down to the boy’s height, “Okay Troy, but let me make sure everyone is buckled in first and that the nice security man can look after them”.

After that was all organised and the museum security agreed to watch them, (y/n) grabbed small Troy’s hand and guided him to the bathrooms inside the museum. They didn’t take long before exiting the girls restroom that (y/n) noticed the boys untied shoelaces, “Oh, just a second dear, let miss Johnson help you tie your laces…”

It was a small gust of wind she noticed first, a glance to her left told her that the doors and windows were shut, leaving no room for cold air to pass. She stood up, “Miss Johnson, my-” “Hush”, her tone left no room for a word, she stepped in front of the boy and felt his small hands cling to her leg. She took a steady look around them, they were in a darker part of the building, and the light above them was flickering randomly. Another gust of wind past them, this time with enough force to blow her hair in her face and make the small child yelp.

“Who’s there?” her voice seemed so quiet all of a sudden, almost out of pure instinct as if to hide where she was. She took a look back down to the boy but was met with bright red eyes the second she looked back, “Hey!” she yelped, taking a big and clumsy step back, careful of the child clung to her. The scruffy-looking man in front of her gave her a wry smile, “My my, aren’t you a pretty thing?”, she scowled. He stepped forward, dark bags under his eyes making their strange colour stand out so much more, “Stay- stay right there…” The man took a step closer, “But you smell so good… Its been driving me crazy for days!” he made a dramatic gesture. (y/n) was so so frightened, frozen in a state of shock she could barely feel the shaking hands around her leg, but the boy’s crying snapped her out of it, and like a mother hen she snapped around and took the boy into her arms, holding onto him for dear life. The man stopped in his tracks, staring alarmedly at the crying child in her arms, (y/n) took her chances, not knowing if they were slim, “Please… don’t hurt us” she pled through her own tears now, her body seemed to be going haywire since this man showed himself like all her senses were telling her she was the prey and this red-eyed man was the predator.

The man said nothing, trying to reclaim his facade, he grumbled and sighed, his eyes darting between her and the child. He waved them off, and without thinking she ran, ran until she was at her van and told the security what happened, all the same trying to comfort a child in distress as the authorities arrived ten minutes later. Parents were called too, and most showed up not too long after the police, led by Charlie Swan. (y/n) was in such a state when she told them what she explained to the security, a tall, rough-looking man with red eyes had shown up out of nowhere and tried intimidating her and most likely worse. Chief Swan had the museum swept through and found no trace of such a man. “Go home, get some rest and tomorrow you come down to the station and we’ll take it from there, aight?” With nothing else she could of done, she drove the rest of the children back to the school and with the school already knowing what was up, she left them in the care of another teacher as she was sent home at just past noon.

(Y/n) locked all her doors and windows and distracted herself with a scalding shower. With no desire to eat or do anything else, and stressed beyond measure, (y/n) put on her cd player in the living room of her small one-story house and ploughed herself down on her coach, heavy blankets following.

She didnt sleep well that night, red eyes filling the dark corners of her living room…

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lizablackthorn · 8 months

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Have you heard from Seb anymore?

"Yes, he writes me often. Even if it's just to tell me he's thinking about me and giving me a hug."😭♥️

#CRYING SHAKING THROWING UP #banging my head on the wall #dramatically sliding down #THEIR DAD AND SON #END OF DISCUSSION #i’m gonna cry i miss them so much😭#f1 #f1blr #charles leclerc #sebastian vettel #sebchal #* my editing

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sapphorror · 25 days

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Y'know... A lot of ZaDr fics have them either gradually drifting into a less contentious status quo or establishing a deeply bizarre multilayered dynamic that is nonetheless very consistent and beholden to its own rules—which works, to be clear, because slavish adherence to the rhythm of their endless 'game' is already their canon baseline.

WITH THAT BEING SAID. I think it would be very funny to depict a ZaDr dynamic in which they're like, on-again off-again nemeses. As they get older theyre gradually forced to acknowledge the true depth of their mutual attachment, but instead of actually improving themselves in any lasting way or compromising the conflicting elements into an ill-definable state of contentious codependence, they just start oscillating wildly between periods of obscenely clingy allyship and devotedly murderous enmity. There's never an in between. They'll dedicate all their energy to trying to horrifically torture each other to death, until one of them gets uncomfortably close to actually dying or an external crisis pushes them together or they just get bored—at which point, they become obnoxiously glued at the hip until one of them relapses into anxiety about their ambitions or an argument escalates past the the point of no return or they just get bored. And every time they both Really Mean It, They're Not Gonna Do This Anymore, before naturally going ahead and doing it again