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zegrasdrysdale · 3 months

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paring : Jamie Drysdale x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) decides to fly out to Philly for Valentine’s Day after watching Jamie say in an interview that he’ll probably be spending the day alone

warning(s) : just some tooth rotting fluff with no angst for once, a heavy makeout

author’s note : this is just a (not so) lil fluff filled thing bc i wanted to write something for belated valentine’s day. sorry or you’re welcome (idk)

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“Yeah, uh, I don’t actually have any plans tomorrow,” he explains to a reporter through the screen on her phone. “Everyone I know here does have plans and everyone else I know is across the country so I’ll most likely spend the day putting together furniture in my new apartment.”

That was the moment she decided that she was getting on the first flight she possibly could to Philly so Jamie didn’t spend Valentine’s Day alone. No one should have to spend the day alone. She doesn’t have any plans and she’s off from work for about two weeks because they’re doing renovations so a little trip to Philadelphia doesn’t sound like the worst thing in the world.

Last year he spent the day with Trevor on the couch and watched movies in their shared apartment. This year, he is in Philly and Trevor actually has a girlfriend. Not very ideal for Jamie.

She isn’t Jamie’s girlfriend, but she is one of his best friends and could never let him be alone on Valentine’s Day. Especially not after hearing what his actual plans are for tomorrow. She’s going to at least help him put furniture together in his apartment.

A flight out of LAX is scheduled for 10 that night. It’s six so she has about two hours to pack for a week long trip to Philly. She even buys a ticket for Saturday’s game at MetLife since she wants to see Jamie play a game while she’s in Philly.

By eight, she’s out the door with a suitcase that’s packed full of clothes and non-liquid toiletries. The jersey Jamie sent her about a week after the trade is neatly folded with the rest of her clothes. She orders an Uber to drive her to the airport.

While in the Uber, she debates texting Jamie and telling him that she’ll be at his new apartment early tomorrow morning since she’ll be landing a little before six in the morning. It’ll probably take about 45 minutes after she lands before she’s on Jamie’s doorstep.

Maybe a surprise wouldn’t be the worst thing so she puts her phone away until she has to pull out her plane ticket.

Getting on the plane takes an hour between getting past TSA and buying snacks for the nearly five hour flight. She boards the plane twenty minutes before it takes off so she has time to get comfortable.

She’s asleep before the plane even leaves the ground.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

All the snacks she bought before the flight are going to be the snacks she eats while she’s in Philly because she slept for the entire flight. It didn’t feel like she slept for 5 hours but she did.

By six, she’s at baggage claim and grabbing her suitcase. She orders an Uber to Voorhees while she waits for her things. The car is waiting for her when she get outside.

It’s a lot colder out than she thought it was going to be. All she has on is a Ducks hoodie that Jamie gave to her the year before and a pair of leggings with Uggs on her feet. Her feet are warm. The rest of her is not. She shakes as she puts her things in the trunk of the car.

She gives the driver Jamie’s new address and she’s off to surprise her best friend.

The closer she gets to Jamie’s, the more nervous she gets. What if he found someone after moving to the Philly area? What if the whole putting furniture together comment was a lie so he didn’t announce to the entire world he was in a relationship? What if he doesn’t want her there in general?

Maybe a spontaneous trip across the country without at least letting Jamie know she was coming wasn’t the best idea she’s ever had.

A call comes through from Trevor. Confused, she answers the phone. “Good morning?”

“Are you in Philly?” he asks.

“Maybe,” she slowly replies as she watches the Philly skyline pass. “Why? It’s like three in the morning.”

“Not for you apparently,” he retorts. “I looked to see where you were because Mason said you weren’t replying to his texts so I wanted to make sure you were okay and I see that you flew across the country.”

She smiles and shakes her head. The way Trevor would find out she’s in Philly is by checking her location. He and Jamie are the only ones that have her location because she’s closest with them.

“Just wanted to surprise Jamie,” she tells Trevor. “That’s all. Tell Mason I’ll call him later because I’m about ten minutes away from Jamie’s apartment.”

“You gonna tell him you love him?” Trevor questions. She opens her mouth to object but he keeps talking. “It’s so freaking obvious so don’t even lie to me.”

A nervous laugh passes her lips. “We’ll see,” she replies. “I’ll talk to you later, Z.”

“Tell me how he’s really doing,” he tells her. “I worry about him sometimes.”

“Will do,” she says as the driver pulls up to Jamie’s place. “Talk soon.”

The line goes dead and she looks out the window at the apartment building. Jamie’s somewhere in there asleep and she’s about two minutes away from calling him to come let her into the building.

She gets her things out of the trunk and thanks the driver before he drives off to pick someone else up. She sighs and pulls up Jamie’s contact.

When she presses the ‘call’ button, it rings about four times before Jamie answers. The entire time, her hands are shaking and she isn’t sure if it’s because of the cold or if she’s nervous to see Jamie for the first time since the trade.

“It’s like four in the morning,” he croaks when he picks up. “Are you okay?”

She smiles at the sound of his morning voice. “Actually it’s almost seven in the morning and I’m currently freezing my ass off outside your apartment building so if you could come let me in, that would be great,” she says.

It sounds like Jamie falls out of bed when she says that she’s outside of the building. If he broke anything then she’s going to have to explain to Torts why Jamie will be out for six weeks.

He isn’t holding any body parts when he swings the door open and blankly stares at her from the top of the steps of the building. He blinks a few times like he’s trying to decide if he’s still dreaming or if he’s awake. She waves and a barefoot Jamie runs down the stairs to hug her.

A laugh passes her lips and she wraps her arms around his torso. “You’re actually here,” he says against her ear. “I thought you were lying to me.”

“Nope,” she replies. “I’m here. I didn’t have anything else to do so I thought I’d come surprise you. Help you put together some furniture for Valentine’s Day.”

Jamie pulls back from the hug just enough to look at her. “You saw that interview?” he asks.

With a nod and a smile, she replies, “It sounded like a very boring way to spend Valentine’s Day so I thought I’d come keep you company. Maybe watch you play at the outdoor game this weekend. I have another week off from work and spending it in the Philly area with my best friend didn’t sound like the worst idea.”

“You are actually insane for buying a plane ticket without knowing if I’d be here or not,” he tells her. “I could’ve left for Toronto before you got here since we play them tomorrow.”

“Yeah I know how your travel schedule works,” she retorts. “That’s how I knew you’d be here.”

He shakes his head and grabs her suitcase. “You have some of the best timing because I took a maintenance day today so I have a day off from practice, but I leave tomorrow morning for Toronto,” he says to her as they walk into the building together.

“Listen, I’m spending a week in the area,” she replies. “I get to watch you play at the outdoor game on Saturday when I wasn’t planning on being on the east coast at all. If you’re gone for a day or two then it’s fine.”

The smile that forms on Jamie’s face makes her heart do somersaults in her stomach.

She can tell how excited he is that she decided to visit him. She knows how much he has been missing Anaheim so she brought Anaheim to him for a week.

When Jamie opens the door to the apartment, she is very surprised by how decorated it is and how much of the stuff he had in his Anaheim apartment has made its way to this one. It still needs some work done, but that is why she’s here. She’s here to help him finish putting it all together.

“I need to build some shelves,” Jamie tells her. “And put together the guest bedroom. The frame still needs to be built for the guest bed too. This is what my plans were for the day.”

She turns her head to look at him as he closes the door behind them. “So it wasn’t come ruse so you didn’t have to admit to the world that you had a secret girlfriend?” she questions.

If she should expect Jamie to have a girl over then she might as well get the girlfriend question out of the way early on in her visit.

“Uh, no,” he replies. “No secret girlfriend. I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had any time to find a girlfriend. Yorky has tried but he’s not the best wingman.”

She can’t help but laugh. Jamie smiles and rolls her suitcase to the unfinished bedroom.

She decides to make some coffee for the two of them so they can get started on the day’s plans. They have to put together the guest room and build some shelves. It can’t be very hard to do either of those things. Right?

Wrong.

It turns out that Jamie can’t follow simple instructions to save his life. She has had to refrain from throwing whatever is in her hand at him so many times because he can’t read a piece of paper.

“Jamie, what am I supposed to do with this screw?” she asks as she holds up an extra screw. “Do I have to put it in your head so you can use your brain or something? You missing one in there? Do I need to get Trevor on the first flight out of LAX to come help you figure out how to read the instructions?”

Jamie looks up from his spot on the floor and throws the instructions at her. “Here, you try to read this and tell me if it makes any sense,” he retorts. “It’s all confusing. My parents helped me build shelves when they came to visit a few weeks ago. I didn’t have to do this. Maybe it’s just an extra.”

She grabs the pamphlet and reads the directions. The screw was supposed to be put in when putting the shelves in place. A shelf is missing a screw.

“You dumbass,” she says. “It’s not an extra screw. It was supposed to be put in on the bottom shelf to make sure it is secure and even. You now have an unsecure shelf in your guest room.”

Jamie flattens out on his back on the carpeted floor with a groan. “This is why I’m a hockey player and don’t work in home improvement,” he says as he rubs his eyes. She laughs and tries to keep her eyes on his face instead of on the sliver of skin that peeks out between what is a new Flyers t-shirt and pajama pants. “This is so dumb. I am not about to take that whole thing apart to put one screw in.”

She walks over and slaps the pamphlet on his stomach. He gasps and sits up with the paper in his hands. “Then get it together, Drysdale,” she tells him. “We have a bed frame to build.”

“Fuck the bed frame,” he sighs as she grabs the box in the corner and drags it into the center of the room. “You don’t need a bed to sleep in tonight.”

With a light laugh, she teases, “If we don’t get it set up then I’m gonna be sleeping in your bed until we get it put together.”

Jamie mutters something that sounds like “would be okay with me” but she pretends she doesn’t hear it. She can’t hear it or else she will just say “fuck it” and sleep in Jamie’s bed the entire time she’s here instead of putting the bed together.

The mattress is sitting up against the wall next to where the box with the bed frame was. He has everything he needs to put this bed together and he hasn’t done it yet. Not even over the All Star break when he had a few days off before going to Mexico with the Flyers.

Putting the bed together takes less time and a lot less arguing back and forth. Within an hour, the mattress is on top of the bed frame. Five-foot-eleven 185 pound Jamie flops on the mattress to make sure it’s secure and won’t fall apart if someone were to jump on it.

They do not need to have another shelf problem with the bed that she will most likely be sleeping on while she’s in the area. If it is like the shelf and it’s not safe to sleep on then the couch is in the living room for a reason.

The two of them stand in the doorway and look at their work when they decide the bed is secure. “We make an amazing team,” she comments. “Aside from the shelf.”

Jamie groans and walks down the hallway to his own room. “Shelves are stupid anyway,” he replies. “Who is actually going to use them in this room aside from me just putting a handful of books and pictures on them?” She laughs and goes to unpack her stuff now that it’s safe to do so without stepping on wood, metal or a screw on the floor.

The Flyers jersey that he sent her gets hung up in the closet along with her shirts, hoodies, and nicer pants. She’ll pull bras, panties, and socks out of the suitcase as needed. The beanie she brought to wear on Saturday is put on the bedside table.

Then she pulls out the gift that she brought for Jamie. It isn’t much but she’s hoping that it means as much to him as it does to her. The pictures she brought were taken at such important moments in Jamie’s career and she hopes that he doesn’t mind having a few pictures of his best friend around the apartment.

She walks down to Jamie’s bedroom and knocks gently on the door. There are footsteps behind it before the door swings open. “I, um, had these printed and framed in case I ever came to visit you,” she tells him as she holds out the three picture frames. “Thought you might need some décor.”

Jamie looks down at the pictures and shifts through them.

One of them was taken on Jamie’s Draft Day. He has on a Ducks jersey and she has on his Ducks hat. He looks so happy. He has an arm around her shoulders while he holds up six fingers and is smiling at the camera. She has a smile on his face and is looking up at him with a proud look on her face. Messy ponytail and all.

The second one was taken the day Jamie made his NHL debut and scored his first goal. It’s a selfie she took of her, Jamie, and Trevor at dinner that same night. They’re both holding their pucks because they went right from the arena to a restaurant to eat.

The third one was taken during the 2021 World Juniors tournament where Canada placed second. She’s putting the silver medal back around his neck after he had given it to her. “Silver just means you lost” is what he had said to her a moment before this was captured. She had told him that she was a winner to him and put the medal back around his neck. There is heavy eye contact between the two of them in their matching jerseys.

It was as the third picture was being taken she realized that she loved Jamie. The first two pictures, she knew she had feelings for him, but the third was when she realized that she wanted to be there for him as more than just a friend.

“I had no idea you had any of these,” he says after he’s done looking through them. Jamie looks up at her. “All at different points of my career.”

“Been with you since day one,” she replies with a smile on her face. “You didn’t think that I wouldn’t be here with you while you succeed in a whole new city, did you?”

Jamie laughs and shakes his head. “Absolutely not,” he tells her. “You always make sure you’re a presence in my life.” He pauses and looks right at her. “It’s one of the things I love most about having you in my life.”

She could almost cry when he says that.

There have been so many times over the years where she thought she was annoying or that he wanted her out of his life. She followed him to California when he started playing with the Gulls then the Ducks. He asked her to come with him, but she thought for months it was out of pity.

He has erased years of insecurity with one comment.

“Thanks for keeping me in your life,” she replies after a brief moment of silence.

“You’re like Trevor,” he teases. “You’re always around. It would be hard for me to get rid of you.”

She smiles up at him. “Except he would never fly across the country to see you,” she retorts. “Especially without at least telling you he was coming to see you.”

Jamie laughs. “No, he wouldn’t.”

They look at each other for a second before he walks past her. He has the picture frames in his hand as he walks into the living room. She follows him even though she is confused with what he’s doing.

He puts the picture of himself, Trevor, and (Y/N) on the coffee table under the lamp next to the couch. It’s the most public place in the entire place so it makes sense that that’s the picture that is put in the living room.

The picture of the two of them on Draft Day goes on a little table that leads to the hallway with both bedrooms and bathrooms. The table is under a little mirror that’s been hung up. A little less public but it also joins the other pictures that were taken that day. It looks like it belongs.

Jamie glances at her and walks back into his bedroom. She follows right behind him and stands in the doorway of his room. Her eyes are on the picture of the two of them at the 2021 World Juniors as it’s placed on Jamie’s bedside table.

“This one means the most to me so it deserves a little more privacy than the others,” Jamie tells her without a look in her direction. “You were there for me and picked me up when I was down. I didn’t want anyone else there but you. You were the one that convinced me silver was okay. The team worked hard to get to that moment. The medal was very well deserved because we did everything we could to make it to that game. I did everything I could to get the team to that game. We just came up a little bit short.”

She pouts and walks further into the room. He finally looks over at her. “I didn’t know you felt that way,” she softly says to him. “I didn’t know that I was the person that convinced you it was okay to wear silver around your neck.”

“I needed silver because my gold medal was you,” Jamie shakily admits. His voice is soft. “You’re my gold medal.”

His words have her speechless. Her jaw drops in surprise. She has no idea why he’s saying this to her now.

He reaches out to her and brushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She takes a step forward and feels her heart race in her chest as she looks up at him. Her body shakes as she realizes that their relationship is changing.

A line that she never expected to cross is about to be crossed. She can see it in Jamie’s eyes as they examine her face, landing on her lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

She nods because she doesn’t trust herself to speak. She is afraid that she’s going to admit how long she’s been in love with him if she says a single words.

So she nods, and Jamie leans down to capture her lips in a soft, hesitant kiss. He’s testing the waters to see if she’ll push him away.

She’ll never push him away.

Not when she finally has him like this. Not when she finally knows what it feels like to kiss Jamie Drysdale.

When she feels him begin to pull away, she wraps her arms around his neck and leans more into him to deepen the kiss instead of Jamie breaking it. Her fingers find a home in his hair.

She is scared he will regret it if the kiss breaks, and she doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want to see that look. It might break her if he looks at her like that if the kiss breaks.

Jamie cups her cheek and brushes his thumbs over her cheekbone. She melts against him with a sigh.

“(Y/N),” he mumbles after a second. “I need to breathe.”

That’s when she lets him pull away. The sight of his red, swollen lips and unruly hair is almost too much for her. There’s a hint of a smile on his face and something overcomes her.

“I love you,” she tells him. “I’ve loved you since that was taken.” She points in the direction of the picture on his bedside table. “It’s always been you, Jamie. That’s why I flew across the country on Valentine’s Day. I wanted to be with you today because I miss you and I love you.”

Jamie smiles and brushes his thumb over her own lips that are as red and swollen as his are. “I love you too,” he says. “I think I’ve been in love with you since I saw you at my first NHL game in my jersey. I’m very happy you came to the east coast to watch me play in the Stadium Series game this weekend. I was going to probably fly you out anyway.”

She laughs and shakes her head before burying her face in his chest. They’ve been in love with each other for years and are only now saying something about it after Jamie was traded to Philly and she’s stuck in Anaheim for right now.

“Only took me bringing you pictures to finally kiss me,” she teases.

He rolls his eyes. “Shut up and come here.”

Their lips meet in a heated kiss. Everything they’ve been feeling is coming out in the kiss. Jamie tugs her until she is sitting on his lap while he’s sitting on the mattress. She drapes her arms over his shoulders.

It’s that moment when she realizes they put together a whole bed for no reason because there is now no way she is getting in that bed now.

She pushes him down until Jamie is lying flat on his back and their chests are flush against each other. Her hair creates a curtain around their faces despite his fingers curling in her locks.

“Wait, hold on,” Jamie says. She pulls back from the kiss. “Have something to ask you before we get distracted.”

“Hm?”

“Will you come to family skate on Friday before the game at MetLife?” he asks. “As my girlfriend?”

The biggest smile forms on her lips. “You’re going to have to give me skating lessons because despite watching you play hockey for years, I have no idea how to skate,” she tells him.

“I will give you skating lessons,” Jamie laughs. “You’ll come though?”

She nods and kisses him. “I’ll come.”

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diorsluv · 5 months

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feather , part 2

“ oh, it’s like that ”

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vhstown · 6 months

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gwen stacy ★ general headcanons

content/warnings: mentions of underage drinking, implied & mentions of death

a/n: hey 😁 a levels beating my arse. thx 2 @qiupachups 4 helping w these 🫡 give it up for gwendy ‼️ (unedited)

Gwen is a collector — but not of collectibles. She has a secret empire of the most random things, and is thoroughly embarrassed when anyone finds it: tickets, pins, soda can tabs, cool-looking clothing tags, mismatched hair clips, paper clips, little things stolen from school, etc. Anything she things is remotely interesting has a place in a very specifically organised box under her bed, tucked away from the world and taken out occasionally to be adjusted or stared at. It's essentially the same as being a collector, right...?

She had a fashion hobby she grew out of, but it re-kindles when she has to design a suit for herself. Initially, it's made up of thermal sportswear but she comes up with actual designs at some point, modifying it overtime to include the hood and to integrate it with her ballet slippers.

When it comes to art, Gwen's style would be a lot like a fashion student's. I headcanon her to have aphantasia so her main strength is drawing clothing, and a lot of her drawings are based on herself as a reference (she can literally only draw herself well...) Rather than a sketchbook, she has a journal that's also full of photographs and writing as well as her drawings, and the occasional crumpled up drum score.

Has a knack for sewing and customises some of her clothes, though it's more personal touches and the occasional crop rather than completely overhauling a piece of clothing. Everyday items of hers have at least a little embroidery or design on them and she likes doing patterns on like bags and converse for her friends. Wants to make plushies and things but always manages to get distracted so there's a bunch of unfinished projects in her closet. (I would totally buy from her on Etsy though 😁)

Gwen did ballet as a kid and developed the enraging habit of cracking EVERY joint in her body. She's the mf that twists in the chair in front of you and stares deep into your soul while cracking her back. Cracks things you don't even know you could crack without shame my girl is a whole instrument 😭

Ballet is something her dad pushed her towards, alongside music (though he preferred she did something more traditional). Initially Gwen did feel out of place in her classes. A lot of the other children at her classes were already well-versed in it, and a lot of times she found she wanted to quit. Only after learning that her mom Helen did ballet did she willingly pick it up again at an older age, incorporating the technique into her fighting style.

Gwen used to play a few different instruments as a kid but none of them really stuck. For a while, she thought she hated music when she did piano and the recorder, but when she got her hands on a drumkit at her school and a couple lessons, she knew it was the one.

Her drumming is definitely more freestyle, and even though she's good she has a lot of problems with her high energy, spontaneous and emotive style. That means she breaks her drumsticks ALL the time. There's no way she's banging all that out on the drums without an unfortunate snap or two, so she always keeps another pair handy. She's broken her drumsticks so much that there's a collection of them torn up at the bottom of her bag (she never bothers to throw them out, and might've given herself a splinter reaching in to find something 💀)

Speaking of drumsticks, she has one lucky pair she uses for important performances, carrying them practically everywhere. They've essentially rotted in their fancy little fabric case since she'd gottem them, the custom "GWENDOLYN MAXINE STACY" imprinted on it having almost completely eroded away.

Though, she's only ever used them once; her dad had bought them for her for a school performance, which she had to bail last minute when her Spider-sense suddenly activated. Running off to fight a villain not a street away, Peter Parker follows her, and he realises just who Spider-Woman really is.

While she was planning to use them at her prom performance with her band... that never happened. After that, everything reminded her of that night, and her relationship with The Mary Janes dwindled until she quit altogether. The band only lasted a few months prior, and since they never got to perform at prom, Gwen found herself playing for no reason at all, other than to get rid of her pent-up energy and forget about the fact that she's basically a wanted criminal.

When she's living in Hobie's universe, she ends up breaking her "lucky" drumsticks and is, understandably, a little shattered by it, but Hobie gets her another pair, "GWENDY" written in mismatched letters on the side. That "G" was definitely a last-minute addition, though. He also teaches her how to stop breaking them so often. "Bit of advice — use the wrists, not just the arms."

Gwen's definitely not meant to drink, so whenever Hobie goes to the pub he makes sure not to, suggesting his friends don't get pissed out of their minds either (though she might steal a sip of something fruity now and again.)

Hobie takes her to gigs all the time, and sometimes she drums for his ones. The first time she does it, she's nervous of course, but her sound immediately gets the crowd going and it's the talk of the town for a week straight (and her drumsticks didn't break!)

There's no shortage of junk food, of course. Just like all the takeout she'd have back at home, Hobie would make sure to take her around all the local spots. Although it's not exactly the same, anything beats the plasticky cafeteria food in 2099. Stopping for a kebab or two in the middle of anomaly-hunting isn't really against the rules anyway.

Gwen is friendly with pretty much everyone in the Spider-society because everyone knows who "Gwen Stacy" is, but she never really wants to meet another version of herself (given how unsettling it is with context). Also very awkward around any MJs — or Peters. Peter B essentially being an older 65!Peter definitely freaks her out a little at first.

Misses Miles, obviously, and probably had something she wanted to make for him back in her universe that she could never retrieve. Maybe when she gets Hobie's watch she'll bring it along with her — would Miles like a knitted neckwarmer?

SO best friends with Margo. Her tech lets Gwen see into her universe sometimes (Miguel wouldn't let her 😞) and Margo is super keen on learning about her universe. They both hang out with Peni and it's a fun little girl trio (Peni totally takes them to her universe to see all the giant mechs 😁 "Girls night!" BOOM!)

Number 1 girlfail. She hasn't broken those new drumsticks yet! But drumming can wait — and all those projects at the back of her closet, and her unresolved dispute with MJ and the band, and her dad at home. Going from her small world to having an entire multiverse against her and her friends, Gwen's got one hell of a show to put on, right?

“I never found the right band to join, so I started my own, with a few old friends.”

“You want in?”

🩰🕸️💫

@phoenixinthefiles (it's cause of you im always writing hcs 😭😭😭 /pos)

hi bunklies 😁 ive been averaging like 4h of sleep cuz of skl but ill fix up soon trust... hope you are all doing okay ! ive never written anything for gwen before so i hope this is an okay start lol

atsv masterlist here! reblogs always appreciated :) see u around <3

#gwen stacy #gwen stacy headcanons #spider gwen #gwendolyn stacy #earth 65 #spider woman #spiderverse #atsv headcanons #atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #itsv #vhstown

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shadows-writing-lounge · 5 months

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This was requested but the ask disappeared but I took a screenshot of it so @fungifanart this is for you. I also split it in two because of how long they are. I had trouble writing this prompt for some reason? I hope it doesn't affect the quality and didn't stray too far.

Content: Scenarios, Unamicable break ups: EX-boyfriends described as controlling, disrespectful, jealous, violent and mentioned to have cheated. Not all in one scenario. Songs aren't written down in scenarios, characters are friends with the reader. established friendships, platonic leaning, hurt/comfort(?), angst/fluff. I'm not that good at angst.

Nicknames:

Kalim calls reader: Habibi

Leona calls reader: Little Mouse/Squeaks

Reader info: masc reader(terms like boyfriend will be used), he/him pronouns(maybe a slip up of they/them), reader written to be part of their dorm. Reader's band is like a niche popular. Whether it was made before or after NRC changes on scenario, No bodily mentions(shape, hair, ECT.). Is good at singing.

Reader is characterized as:

Kalim- Disliking talking about themselves and things that upset them. Avoids being even a minor inconvenience. Doesn't like upsetting others, Athletic?(a one-off joke)

Leona- Easily emotionally overwhelmed/burned out(?). Knows Jack and is on friendly terms.

Kalim Al Asim:

CW:food mentions(none consumed), Sad Kalim. A partner who controlling, jealous and verbally abusive is mentioned but not in-depth.

As soon as Kalim heard that his dormmate's band was having their first concert since the beginning of the NRC academic year, he bought tickets for Jamil, his Light Music Club co-members and himself. It was a bit away but Kalim didn't want to risk it.

Jamil raised his eyebrow at Kalim as his phone alerted him of the receipt for his concert ticket. Kalim didn't notice right away as he typed messages to Cater and Lilia to ask if they got the tickets.

Finally catching his look Kalim smiled sheepishly.

"We have to go support him! As both his friends and dormmates," Kalim attempts to plead for his case. Jamil sighed. Kalim acted like he had any say in this. Jamil just continued sorting through balances writing down the tickets Kalim just bought. Someone had to keep track.

Kalim was very excited about the concert. It was the only thing he could think about during his time in class. Upon returning to his dorm he went to his room to plan out his outfit for the concert. Jamil had excused himself to do prep for dinner and start his assignments.

Kalim idly hummed shifting through his wardrobe. The jacket I wanted wasn't in this one. Maybe Jamil knows where it is. Kalim begins the trek to the kitchen. He's focused on the question, repeating it in his head. Sadly this was no use as upon seeing another in the corridor the question escaped his brain.

"Heeey! I'm so excited for the concert. I ordered tickets as soon as they became available," Kalim gave a big smile full of teeth. Gold jewelry clanking against each other as he waved.

Short of acting spontaneously deaf he couldn't pretend to have not heard Kalim. Turning around to see his Dormleader fast approaching tensing when Kalim almost crashed straight into him but caught himself right before.

"It's very sweet of you. You caught me at an inopportune time. I just received bad news and I wouldn't want to burden you with it."

Kalim blinked watching his friend speed walk away. His friend is upset and he doesn't know why!

"It's not a burden! We're friends and friends help each other. Why are you running?!?"

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Kalim walked into the kitchen with a pout. Jamil spying him stashed all the dangerous utensils away from him.

"Something the matter?" Jamil asks brows furrowing concerned Kalim got hurt in his absence. Jamil scanned over Kalim's visage. Other than being a little disheveled, Kalim was looking fine. Kalim watched Jamil cook as he explained why he's upset.

"Then they ran from me. I ran after trying to see if I could help but they shook me off. Slid down one of the curtains from the second story."

Kalim said it so casually Jamil had to pause his actions to look at him. One, two seconds pass before Jamil returns to his task.

"Maybe they just didn't want to talk about it right now and didn't want to upset you by saying it." Jamil says while giving the contents of the pan a stir.

"Why would it upset me," Kalim asks. Jamil's various memories flash through his head like a slide projector.

"It's just a thought. Let them come to you," Jamil turned to Kalim, hoping it'll distract him enough to leave their poor dormmate alone. Empty air greeted him. Jamil let out a full-bodied sigh laying his upper body on the counter. He stayed there until he's reminded of consequences as the smell of burning fills his nose.

Kalim pouted working on his homework with Jamil. The later was kind of envious. Their dormmate had successfully avoided Kalim for an entire week.

"Jamil, do you know what happened to him?" Kalim looked up from his history work.

"I won't confirmed or deny," is the only response Jamil gives.

"Am I the one that upset them? Did I do something that's taboo in their culture, did I-" Jamil cut Kalim off.

"It's not you who hurt him. Let him work this out on their own. Give him time. What if you ask him at the concert?" Jamil fakes a thinking face. Kalim nods tucking the advice away for now to focus on his homework. He passed off the distressed furrow of his brow as stress from the work.

Kalim forgot to ask Jamil about the jacket.

Lilia had promptly tossed his jacket at him within microseconds of Kalim having a hint of a chill.

"I've survived subzero temperatures in only my delicates, I can survive a slight chill." Lilia said when Kalim expressed worry. Everyone hopes that it's a joke. Cater occupied in his phone is then wacked with the parasol Lilia carried. Forcing him to have to step aside to use is phone camera to readjust it.

Jamil searched in his bag for sunscreen he'd already applied some but knows Kalim nor Lilia has even glanced at a bottle today. He'd seen Cater zealously put some on earlier. After Kalim sheepishly applied his share. Jamil handed it to Lilia

"Why thank you. How kind of you to care for my porcelain complexion," Lilia teases accepting Jamil's offer. Kalim took Lilia's umbrella holding it up to keep the sun off him. Jamil judged the application before shoving the sunscreen back in the bag.

"We should get in before someone steals our seats!" Cater says waving the hand holding his phone to gather their attention.

"Yes, We should." Jamil guides them down the aisles.

"Thanks for getting us tickets. It was a pleasant surprise," Lilia says. Cater makes an affirmative hum in agreement.

"I hope they have cute merch," Cater comments as they reach their row.

"They probably will. They have an Octavinelle band member after all."

"Do you think The Monstro Lounge get a cut of profits?" "Probably."

Kalim scanned the stage then, slumped in his seat as he didn't see them. Cater spies this; constraining his expression he smiled continuing his conversation with Lilia.

Kalim perked up in his seat. "There they are!"

The group turns to the stage. Jamil places his hand on Kalim's shoulder to keep him in his seat.

"Am I allowed to record?" Carter's question is left unanswered as the band starts their introduction.

Some of the crowd was leaving, others talking amongst themselves, and the rest lingering around the merch trying to decide if they should buy some. Jamil turned his focus for a moment together the group's supplies.

I should have Kalim reapply his sunscreen, Jamil thought slipping the bottle out of his bag.

"Kalim,.. " Jamil makes eye contact with Lilia. Looking around it was just them. Did Cater take Kalim to get Merch? Jamil hoped at least. Scanning the tables where the merch is sold be didn't see them. Of course.

"Excuse me, Lilia, I need to find Kalim." Jamil slips the bottle of sunscreen back into the bag. Lilia pouts.

"Yes, yes, abandon the old man to the wastes." Lilia laments. Jamil turns to deny that intention before realizing.

"You're in on it. You don't know Kalim like I do. Kalim will never forgive himself." Jamil felt a little silly scolding Lilia. He just didn't like his work to be wasted along with unappreciated.

"Oh? Is that so? Would Kalim be happier not knowing? Yes, maybe. But is it right to deny him growth in relationships and his self?" Jamil squints at Lilia. Lilia is just stalling, he affirms.

"Have fun!" Lilia calls as Jamil storms off. He turns to a stranger, "Youngins and their emotional turmoil am I right." They just went along not knowing how to respond to that.

It was just them, Cater saying he'd hold the fort. Kalim wasn't fully sure what he meant by that but gave a nod. The air was stuffy in the backstage room, the silence awkward.

"I'm sorry for avoiding you, Kalim."

"No, no, no it's okay. I shouldn't have tried to get you to open up when you weren't ready. Do you feel better know. Singing emotional songs help me feel better so I hope you feel better." Kalim smiled. Immediately dropping it when he didn't get one in response.

"I did something wrong didn't I?" Kalim asks.

"No. That's why I didn't want to talk to you about it. You'd blame yourself."

"I don't understand. Please-"

"I broke up with my boyfriend."

Kalim was slack jawed and wide eyed. Shock slowly turns to understanding. He'd been the one to introduce them.

"Can I ask, why?"

"He was fine at first. Nice even. He waited few months then started being controlling, when I didn't listen to him he started saying things. Both about me and others. I wasn't going to take that and dumped him."

"I didn't want you to blame yourself for what happened because we wouldn't have gotten together because of you."

"I understand, Habibi. I do feel a little guilty but appreciate you telling me.."

"It's okay. People hide the worst parts of themselves until they can no longer. It happens." They give eachother knowing looks.

Awkwardly, Jamil cleared his throat. Cater, in the doorway behind Jamil, looked apologetically.

"We should eat!" Kalim chirped. Cater catches on promoting them going to a nearby restaurant. "It only uses local ingredients and has bomb presentation." Cater hooks his arm around Jamil guiding him back out. Kalim paused trailing off them to pull his friend into a hug. Gently holding his arms Kalim gives them a soft squeeze.

"Invite your band mates to join us!"

Kalim listened attentively to the explanation to how the song was written. How some lyrics were actual things he said. The Ignihyde student straight out pulled up some texts he sent. Though this earned some concerned and worried stares. Where did he get these?

Lilia gives Jamil a smug look. Jamil refused to give him the satisfaction of emotion.

"Do you feel silly? Perchance a little goofy?"

Jamil ignored the prodding. Maybe Lilia would get tired. Lilia didn't get tired. Cater documented it.

Leona Kingscholar

CW: food mentions, cheating partner,

Leona knew this scenario was bound to happen but had it have to be during his siesta? He opened one bright green eye and a swivel of his ear to signal his attention was being given. His ear returned to its resting state after hearing the info he already knew. Rolling to his side he lazily waved to the space next to him.

"Sit down or I'm going back to sleep," thinking about it Leona's tempted. Shifting of cloth and the thud of weight hitting the ground. Taking a breath pushing down an 'I told you so.'

"Tell me about it. I need to know how bad I should beat them," Leona said. It was a joke but the silence started to prompt a reconsideration of its validity as a joke.

"He cheated on me." A monotone voice filled Leona's ears. Too emotionally tired to express his emotions. Leona lets a few moments pass before trying to change the topic.

"The herbivore's herd came tromping through the botanical garden the other day. Real interesting conversation about your band. Playing a concert soon. Surely not true, a Little Mouse would have told me if it was. I'm not going to make fun of your bad music," Leona voice was even with a little amused lilt conveying he wasn't truly upset .

"Didn't think you'd be interested."

"I'm offended. An excuse to leave Night Raven College without having to see my family. There's an after party right?"

"We usually do."

"Good. I also get food. The trinity. No school. No family. Yes, food. Speaking of food," Leona says, standing up with a stretch. "Let's get food right now. Don't worry this time is on me."

Leona was surprised that the invite allowed a plus one. He figured might as well bring someone. That someone ended up being Jack Howl. Who was trying to stay stoic as he looked around.

Jack could take care of himself so Leona wandered the venue avoiding the large groupings of people.

He made his way towards the stage. Any objections we're silenced by a sharp glare. He probably could get a quick rest.

Leona groaned as he is semi-violently shook awake. Jack had found him and starts explaining why he woke him up. Leona stopped him.

"Ssh. Squeaks is about to address the crowd." Jack looked confused ear turning towards the stage hearing his dorm mate being to explain that they'll be debuting new songs during this show. At least he started to before the crowds enthusiasm drowned it out. Jack relented nonetheless.

Leona glanced at Jack's bag of merch.

"You got something for yourself?" Leona halfheartedly pointed at a shirt peaking out of the bag.

"I can support whomever I like." Folding the bag to hid the evidence. Jack doesn't remove his gaze from the stage. Leona now amused moved his attention to the stage.

Oh. He's singing now. Has he actually heard him sing before? Jack seemed enraptured. He must have never heard him sing either. The scrunch of Jack's face scrunched as he digested the lyrics.

"Leona, did something happen?"

"Yeah, their ex cheated on them."

Jack balked.

"I asked if I could tell you. He said if it came up I could."

Jack nodded. Leona could see some gears turning. He's going to have to compete to get to him first.

Leona invited himself backstage. The band members looked startled exchanging glances with one another. Most shrugged. The drummer made sure to shake his head and make it clear that he did not invite another groupie backstage. Again.

"He's a friend of mine," the members looked at their lead singer before continuing their tasks. Most packing equipment into their cases.

"Got the voice of an angel. Brought tears to my eyes. Hypnotized me to get a shirt," Leona teased hoisting the article up for him to see.

"It's too small for you though."

"Maybe I wanted a crop top?..." Leona sighs catching the unbelieving expression from both his friend and their eavesdropping band members.

"You got me. It's for Ruggie. I was going to bring him along but something came up that one of us had to stay behind. I brought that goodie two shoes Jack instead. Apparently his younger siblings like your music and he wanted to get merch for their birthdays."

"That's-" Leona interrupted, "Don't finish that thought." He let him finish packing up.

After parsing that the other band members were gone Leona leaned into his eat.

"You can still let me get the guy if you want," Leona withdrew at the look he was given holding his hands up. Ruggie's shirt laid over his shoulder. "Please say yes or Jack is going to beat me to it."

Leona followed, being invited to ride back to NRC on the bus. Jack had already been joinked but the Diasomnia band member.

"Oh, I got an album. Gonna play that one song outside you-know-who's room." Leona pulled the cd case from his back pocket.

"There's others that sleep there as well."

Leona mumbled a 'right.' He fanned himself with the case. Free arm pulling himself onto the van. Sitting in a vacant spot he used his nails to tear the plastic and pry open the case.

"Would ya sign it, maybe get the others to sign it as well for Ruggie," Leona asks, letting him take it from him. "Maybe sign some of Jack's stuff. It's for his siblings. Big fans." Jack jumped at being addressed and went to deny the need even as he was halfway done already. Signature practiced under the guidance of their Octavinelle member. Jack let it go.

It was re-entering the dorm when Leona started attempting to convince him to fight their ex. Usually Leona would let it be but now it's more to make them laugh.

"Just a scratch. I'll make it count. A

I'll aim for the eyes."

"I'll think about it." Leona scanned for reaction. Jack just left for his room perplexed.

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“mikasa and eren are antisocial af so they probably end up talking bc they’re little losers lol, and eren probably can tell mikasa is bored and here’s this gorgeous model, so he’s gonna whisk her away and they go to his ranch they have a romantic night under the stars and all that but he’s dumb and doesn’t get her number and she goes back home to ny without it”

DORKS!LOSERS!*AFFECTIONATE*

them slipping out of the room all giddy!!!!!!!!!! him not getting her number is sooodooooso my doodoo head…….. he’s already resigned himself to being a notch on her post, a lover if one may (can he call himself that? he will in his head anyways!)

like a global model would’ve never taken a relationship with him seriously so he’s should just treasure the moment then boom she shows up! and if we’re really leaning into the romcom of it all it’s during like crazy rain, her car gets stuck, she trucks herself to his doorstep by foot, and he stares slack jawed when he opens the door to se her <3

cowboy x model au drabble # 1

omg anon i was using your ask to draft a drabble and then this little incident of mikasa showing up to eren’s house has since spiraled further so we will be compiling all the ideas into one and since i had already been writing on this one we’re still gonna use yours lol!

also very much enjoying the dramatics and hallmark vibes here like is that just the energy i exude? extreme unseriousness and hallmark level corniness lol??

but fuck it drabble let’s go 🦅🦅🦅

(this actually ended up being so long lol 1.6k so enjoy!)

The rain only started falling harder every minute longer Mikasa continued to drive down the gravel road, the pitch black of the country sky only adding to the lack of visibility. She gripped the steering wheel hard, trying to focus on what little bit of the road she could see. The high beams of the rental car were doing little to nothing to help her see, only adding to her anxiety.

Her only saving grace was the fact that the GPS was telling her she was only five minutes away from Eren’s house—the last place she should be on a Wednesday night in the middle of April—not to mention she was halfway across the country, in the middle of nowhere, driving down a country road to see a man who’d she had only seen once.

Had it been her best idea? No. Was she still doing it? Absolutely.

There had been few times in her life when she had run off pure spontaneity, and she would allow herself this one instance of a lack of sensibility. It certainly wasn’t wise to book a flight in the act of impulse after finding out said man would be free all week, a pause in his hectic schedule, a schedule she had acquired by coercing her assistant to do some potentially not-so-legal things.

But the ticket had been bought. The rental car reservation had been made. So there was no turning back. (There certainly was opportunity to turn around, but Mikasa didn’t want to give herself any potential out or else she wouldn’t ever commit to doing so.)

So here she was, 0.75 miles from his house, running off pure adrenaline, rehearsing the speech she and Sasha had prepared.

“Hi, Eren. I know this is sudden, but I probably should’ve asked you for your number before leaving. I had to come back to Texas for another shoot, so I thought I would stop by.”

Maybe it was partially based on a lie, but tomato, tomato. It would be fine, she would be fine, and she told herself that all of this certainly wouldn’t blow up in her face.

Until that was precisely what happened.

She had been driving down the curve that led up to Eren’s ranch house when she felt the car jerk, suddenly drifting off the road, before halting to a stop, the Low-Pressure light immediately flashing on. As soon as she saw the lights flash on, she immediately knew one of the tires had blown out, leaving her stranded in the pouring rain just outside of Eren’s house.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath. Mikasa leaned her head against the steering wheel, her stomach beginning to pool with regret.

“Do you think it would be weird if I just showed up at his house?”

Yes, Mikasa. It would be weird—it’s fucking insane of you, she thought to herself. And you certainly wouldn’t be in the fucking predicament you are in now if you just called him like any sane other sane person.

Mikasa glanced at her phone, the GPS alerting her she was only 0.25 miles from his house, and the weather app telling her the rain wouldn’t stop for at least the next four hours.

She sat there weighing her options.

Call a tow truck, and stick out the wait in her car

Walk to Eren’s house

Mikasa could see the lights of his house shining through the rain like a lighthouse in a stormy sea, signaling a potential safe return. At this point, she had already risked so much—her pride, her sanity, and almost her life had the tire incident gone any worse—what more did she have to lose?

She shut off the car, grabbed the keys and her phone—leaving her other belongings so if she needed to do a walk of shame back to her car, at least she’d be traveling light—and shoved on a jacket, thankful to whatever higher power she decided to bring one with her on the plane that day.

Mikasa told herself that if she ran as fast as she could, she would be there quickly, but she didn’t anticipate having to trek through mud, puddles, and essentially pitch black to make it to his front porch. By the time she made it up the steps, her white shoes were ruined, her white tank top was practically see-through, showing every lace detail of her black bra, and her bangs were plastered to her face. (Suddenly, there didn’t seem to be any point in asking how she should do her hair.)

There wasn’t much left to do but ring the doorbell, and at this point, she didn’t have anything left to lose, so she jammed her finger against it, giving herself no opportunity to back out. She heard the chime echo through his house while she stood there fiddling with her thumbs, trying to ring out as much water as she could from her hair, trying to make herself look the least bit presentable.

She heard the low timbre of a man from the other side of the door before the fumbling of the lock and doorknob snapped her attention forward. Mikasa felt her heart get stuck in her stomach as she saw the door pull back, Eren’s tall frame coming into view.

Mikasa had to stop herself from letting her jaw drop when she saw him; the first time she saw him practically paling in comparison to how he looked right now. From the fact that he had no shirt on, allowing her to see just how much muscle he had from all those days he spent working hard, to the sweats that hung low on his hips, leaving little to her imagination. He even looked prettier when he was home, as if the sense of comfort it brought him added an extra glow to his face.

His hand was clenched around his phone, holding it to his ear when he finally spoke, breaking Mikasa out of her ogling.

“Hey mom, I’m gonna have to call you back later… No ma’am… Yes ma’am, I will. I promise… I love you too… Okay, bye. Talk to you tomorrow.” His voice was velvety when he spoke, something about the way he spoke sweet and rich, a sound Mikasa didn’t think she’d ever get tired of.

Eren stared at her blankly once he hung up the phone, dumbfounded that she was standing on his front porch, not to mention that she was muddy and drenched from the rain.

The two of them were stuck in a staring contest, neither of them able to formulate words—all of Mikasa’s confidence had suddenly flown out the window, leaving her at a loss for words, because as soon as she opened her mouth, she knew she would be babbling like an idiot.

“Umm… Hi?” Eren said, his greeting coming out more like a question than anything.

“Hi,” Mikasa somehow managed to squeak out.

“Umm…” He repeated, still at a loss for words.

Mikasa’s mind, a jumbled mess, opted to go for it, knowing her babbling would be better than whatever awkward mess this was.

“You forgot something,” she said blankly.

Eren looked at her confused, his brows furrowing, “What?”

“You didn’t ask for my number the last time we saw each other. You forgot to ask me for it when I left here,” she said, stepping closer to where he stood in the doorway.

“You wanted me to ask you for your number?” Eren stared at her in disbelief, whether it was because he was shocked at her words or that she dared to show up and say them; Mikasa didn’t know.

“You brought me to your ranch, took me on a ride on horseback underneath the stars, called me beautiful, and then still didn’t ask me for my number. You didn’t even try to kiss me.”

“Did you want me to?” Eren said as his eyes flickered to her lips.

“Do you really think I would fly across the country on a whim and walk a quarter mile in the rain if I didn’t want you to ask me for my number or kiss me, Eren?” Mikasa asked.

She stood before him, glancing up at him, her face merely inches away from his. She could see how long his lashes looked beneath the porch light, the strands of gold and bronze within his hair, and the plush pink of his lips—right where she could kiss him.

“Mikasa, you walked a quarter mile in the pouring—”

He didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence before Mikasa pushed herself upward, so her lips met his, her hand steadying itself on his broad chest. He tasted like sweet tea and a touch of Chapstick, his lips as soft as she could have imagined. His hands steadied on her waist, bringing her closer to him. She relished in the way he felt before the reality of the situation began to plague her mind—clarity being her cruelest enemy.

Maybe it was the second-guessing running through her head, but the sudden urge to pull away instantly flooded through her mind before she jerked herself back.

“Hey, don’t do that,” Eren’s voice immediately rang through her ears as she pulled away. “Who said I wanted you to stop?”

“Oh, did you not?”

“You show up on my doorstep with all these questions, then kiss me, and now you’re surprised I wanted to kiss you back?”

“Umm… maybe?”

Eren didn’t give her much time to think before he picked her up and walked her into his house. “How about I let you into my house so you don’t end up sick from being drenched in the rain, get you some dry clothes, and you can ask me all the questions you want?”

“Okay,” she responded shyly, her face flushing red at his directness.

“Never met a girl so pretty and bold before, surely I have to keep you around.”

#cowboy x model au #vic’s drabbles #asks #eremika

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 1 year

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Congrats on 100 followers! Fluff prompt #9 with Baby on board please💖

Hi! Thanks so much for your congratulations! I hope you like this one! It's Bob with the prompt, “I love you doesn’t begin to express what I feel for you”. I hope you like it! 💖💖💖

Long Distance Lover

You’ve only been married for a year, and much of your marriage has been long-distance. It hasn’t exactly been the most conventional of relationships, but you wouldn’t trade your relationship or your husband for anything in the world. In truth, you would have happily traveled around the world with him if you’d been able to. You’d met Bob in Virginia one autumn night and had been absolutely blown away. It hadn’t been hard at all to fall for the mild-mannered man with a heart of gold. You’d dated Bob for three months while he’d been stationed in Virginia, making weekend trips down to the base to spend as much time with him as possible. He’d proposed to you two weeks before he’d been deployed on an aircraft carrier for six months. You hadn’t been dating for very long, but you knew even after such a short time that he was the man for you. It had surprised him the most when you’d accepted the proposal and the simple ring he’d bought from a shop near the base. You’d had a simple civil wedding ceremony and kissed him goodbye when he shipped out for his mission.

Bob had called recently from Lemoore, where he’d been stationed after leaving the ship. He’d been selected for a special detachment, and something about it had sent a shiver of unease down your spine. In truth, all you wanted to do was kiss him and hold him. But Bob had refused your offer to fly to San Diego, stating that your work was just as important as his. He’d called you every day and every night during the detachment, but there was only so much his words could do to assuage your worries. The last time you’d spoken to him, Bob told you when he’d return after the mission. Immediately after that call, you’d spontaneously cashed in all your vacation days and bought a ticket to San Diego.

Your flight landed at 3 pm PST. After collecting your luggage at the airport, you grabbed a taxi and had the driver drop you off at the Hard Deck. Sometime in the hours when your phone had been in Airplane Mode, Bob had called and texted. He was safe, thankfully. But a part of you can’t believe that until you can see him with your own eyes. The Hard Deck is just as Bob had described it to you. And when your cab pulls into the lot, you’re thankful that you only packed a single duffle bag because it’s packed. You pay the cabbie with a smile and step out into the humid San Diego air. You’re not dressed up by any means, just wearing a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, and you immediately feel out of place when you step into the premises. You’re one of the few people inside not wearing a uniform and one of the few people not celebrating.

Add to your look the duffle bag clutched securely under your shoulder, and you stick out like a sore thumb. You don’t even bother stopping by the bar to grab a drink, singlemindedly scanning the celebrating groups for the one face you desperately want to see. You have to stand on tiptoes, ignoring how you’re bumped and jostled and how people step all over your toes, but you finally spot the glint of his glasses in a corner by the pool tables. Your sigh is unheard by all, but seeing his face sends relief sinking warmly through your chest. You fight your way through the crowd, avoiding flailing limbs and dancing bodies in your journey across the bar. Bob’s sitting on one of the barstools in the corner, watching two of his squad mates play pool. He’s smiling, and you can see the exhaustion lining his face even through his smile.

Your appearance next to the pool tables attracts attention, as you’d expected. The assembled aviators fall silent, and you wave sheepishly at the assembled men and women. One of the aviators, a blonde with the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen, sidles up to you. He’s not got a single hair out of place, and you have a feeling you know what will pour out of his mouth even before he speaks.

“Hello, darlin’. You look a little lost there. Can a Navy man help you find your way around San Diego?” He’s flipping a toothpick in his mouth while waiting for your response. But frankly, you’ve only got eyes for one man in the assembled company.

“Thanks for the offer, Bagman. But I’m married, and I want to kiss my husband now if you please.” Your smile is sweet as you push past him and stand in front of Bob after so long.

“Hey, Bobby.” He’s looking at you in shock, and this close, you can see a nasty bruise just turning yellow and green on his cheek.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing here? What about work?” You cup his cheek gently, trailing your fingers across the bruise gently. “I had a bad feeling about this special detachment. And I haven’t seen you in a year, Bob. I missed you. I cashed in all my vacation days when you told me you hoped to be stateside this week. I just flew into San Diego today.”

There’s something wondering in his eyes as you kiss his cheek. It’s like he still doesn’t believe you’re right in front of him until his hands land on your waist and drag you close. His embrace is nearly too tight, but you don’t complain when you’re squeezing him just as tightly back.

“I still can’t believe you’re here, sweetheart. I love you doesn’t even begin to express what I feel for you. This mission was nearly too close, darling.” You can still hear the fear in his tone as he drags you in until your head is against his chest.

“I’m here, Bob. And so are you. I’m here when you’re ready to talk about what happened. But above all, I’m here to love you. I really missed you, Robert Floyd.” When you step away from him to see his face, you see a hunger you’ve only seen before on your honeymoon night. You card your fingers through his soft hair and smile as Bob kisses you, soft and sweet. It’s a kiss that takes your breath away. When you finally pull away, the roar of the bar filters back into your ears. His squadron is looking at Bob in shock, and you can’t help your smile as he tugs you into his side.

“Dagger Squadron, this is my wife.” You smile at the pride in his tone and kiss his cheek one more time before stealing his soda as you start to socialize with his squadron. You’re going to have fun in San Diego, if only because you’re spending time with the love of your life.

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phanfictioncatalogue · 5 months

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Christmas Hurt/Comfort Masterlist

A Toast to Now (ao3) - melapplesphan

Summary: It's Christmas Eve, 2016, and Phil Lester's plane home for the holidays has been delayed due to snow. In a fit of boredom, he finds himself taking an uncharacteristic leap and striking up a conversation with "DanielH."

Meanwhile, Dan Howell can't quite believe that AmazingPhil - the same guy who ignored his messages 7 years ago - just started chatting with him on Grindr.

All I Want for Christmas is You (ao3) - Evening42

Summary: Phil plans to spend Christmas apart from Dan again with their respective families, however all Dan wants is to spend Christmas together.

Christmas Party - cafephan

Summary: During a Christmas party with his friends, Phil finds himself alone and upset in a room full of loved-up couples. Dan is there to comfort him.

crimesmas (ao3) - cuddlydreamsonrainydays

Summary: Phil wants to graduate. Phil will graduate. And he'll do well. Whatever it takes. Even if he'll have to be a shell of himself for a while.Then, Dan comes along. Things do not always go according to plan.

He's a student first, a criminal next, and somewhere in the attic of himself, he'll find this thing he used to be, this person, too.

december 18th: mama's boy (ao3) - angelmichelangelo

Summary: when phil said kath had put up that shout poster in his bedroom when he came home for christmas :3

no matter how old phil gets, he's still babied by his mum

home is where the wifi connects automatically (ao3) - oqua

Summary: The wifi at Dan's parents' house is utter crap, which is definitely why he's always so miserable when he visits his family for Christmas. Because of the wifi.

(Or at least, that's what he chooses to tell himself.)

I’ll Be Home For Christmas (ao3) - wigglyfishh

Summary: Dan finds himself missing his home over the holidays.

make up something to believe in your heart of hearts (ao3) - The_Blonde

Summary: "A fic based in reality where Dan breaks Phil's heart. Maybe he cheats on Phil or breaks up with him or says something really terrible to him. The saddest fic ever that will make me ugly cry. Happy ending preferred but not required."

Because who doesn't love a bit of angst at Christmas?

Patching the Holes (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan is really close with his grandma. He spontaneously decides to come out to his very homophobic family on Christmas. Obviously doesn’t go well. Then stuff happens

So tell me when you're going to let me in - definitelythor

Summary: After Dan's kicked out of his family home at Christmas, he picks up a hitchhiker on the way to York, and at first he wonders if he's made a huge mistake. But Phil's actually kind of perfect, and maybe fate does exist after all

there's no winning on christmas (ao3) - neopold

Summary: Phil bought an extra ticket, but Dan just can't follow him home for Christmas

something else is supposed to happen (ao3) - wrongbed

Summary: Dan hates going back to his family’s house for Christmas. He hates going back to his family’s house, period. But, honestly, he doesn’t really like going to Phil’s house either.

What We Are to Each Other (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: So maybe they both suck at communication. Maybe Dan needs to talk to Phil about what they are to each other. And maybe Phil needs to sit his parents down and tell them that big, slightly scary thing about himself. But maybe it'll all work itself out, one way or another.

Where You Lead, I Will Follow (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: all you have to do is call my name and I'll be there, on the next train.

would it be enough if i could never give you peace? (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: They've been through a lot, over the years. Some days are harder than others, but they are each other's constant.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfic #phan #phanfiction #masterlists #Christmas #Christmas masterlist #dan and phil

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iantimony · 15 days

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tue … wednesday,

gif warning on this one!

i was gonna post this last night but apparently i am now the type of person who gets extreme digestive distress from indian food :-( so i was too distracted by my agonies. much better today, and i feel like i had a worse reaction a few weeks ago from indian food, so maybe it's something that will get better with time like everything else ...

listening: so my brother spontaneously bought us tickets to see st vincent in [redacted] while we're on vacation...i haven't listened to her in ages but i was like sure why not...her new album dropped on the 26th and it's SO good. i'm kinda obsessed and very excited to see her live now. it's a good album. listen to it.

listened/watched the wtyp on five over ones, and started the more recent one on the camp fire.

reading: continuing 'how to read poetry like a professor'. yum. poetry.

watching: once again, dunmeshi (my boyf keeps asking "when is best girl showing up" (izutsumi) and i finally was able to be like "i think next episode"), more asobi asobase. insane show. the voice actors are masters of their craft, truly. good lord.

playing: fallow.

making: some stuff came out of the kiln that i actually like! the cave painting mugs!!! i made One fatal error - i put a 'satin' topper over the outside assuming it would be matte. it. kinda isn't? kinda is? made these weird "jizzy" (instructor's words, not mine, lol) streaks. thankfully it isn't too noticeable and they came out really good otherwise. the hardest part has been photographing them, the designs go all the way around and choosing a favorite is so hard...i made a gif to try and capture it all lol, and i really love the little handprints on the handles. these will go in their own post in the next few days so i can tag the inspiring artist :)

i also threw some new ones to make more! i do think in the future i will be handbuilding them though. i just really don't like throwing red clay for some reason. maybe i just need to practice more i dunno. i've since trimmed and put handles on these but i forgor to take a photo.

citrus juicer! it works!! it came out a little more Orange than i anticipated, the only downsides are manually scooping out the seeds, and also that it can kinda only handle one fruit at a time, but man, whatever, it's so cute.

mug/teacup that i tried a new underglaze technique on, where i put the flowers on the greenware and then use liquid latex to cover them to just slather the thing in the bg color: works well, i did this for the mug from last week too! my mistake with this one was putting that same jizzy satin overglaze on the flowers and it made them weird and blurry. it's cute otherwise though.

some stuff going in the kiln for bisque: fun texture bowl and a little trinket dish that i underglazed some cherry blossom trees on, inspired by something a friend in class did!

in terms of new things, today is actually the last day of class for me til i get back in july, so i will be trimming a pot and plate that i made last week but will otherwise just work on things i already have! the goal is just to leave things in a place where no extra clay work needs to be done; things can be left as greenware til i get back.

i also made some little watercolor palettes! for some reason the last one i made i didn't carve out material, i just sort of pressed in, and this made the whole thing a little wonky, so i'm hoping these will lay flat because i carved material out

eating: nothing of crazy note. made deb smittenkitchen's soy glazed chicken again because it whips ass.

misc: wough...fucked up day......butter chicken for dinner knocked me for a major loop last night and i wasn't able to sleep til like 1:30am from the Agonies, woke up to feed the cats and then went right back to bed...didn't get up til noon...but now i feel loads better so i might try to do some light exercise this afternoon before pottery, otherwise sleeping tonight is gonna be a nightmare lol. the goal for the afternoon is to submit my last thing for classes (takehome exam, it's not bad i just have to finish it up, and then i officially finished my masters degree (!!!)) and then do a little more for my meeting tomorrow morning. this time next week my brother will be here with me, and that following weekend we drive home together, so everything is about to happen very fast! i'm not gonna be home for as long this summer, and won't just be rotting in my room the whole time, so hopefully things will go much more smoothly mental health wise. fingers crossed! things are looking up! :)

#tuesdayposting #Spotify

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bazaarwords · 1 year

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are u interested in ava/beatrice/lilith? smth with them pls, or a roommate au, or a fwb? ur other prompt fills are amazing!!!!

hello!! thank you so much @amazingpurplehoodie! i hope this works!

If Lilith had a modicum of patience for the two idiots living in her apartment, she wouldn’t have bought the plane tickets.

In the sky above Europe, she doesn’t have to think about the horrible, yearning glances. She doesn’t have to think about the way they bump into each other in the galley kitchen and then blush and stutter and it is driving her insane. To her infinite regret, she currently does not have enough money to rent on her own in Madrid. So she’s stuck until she either wins the lottery or finds a new job. With the current market, the lottery is more likely, so she remains in the middle of a horny war she wants nothing to do with.

Were she a more involved friend, Lilith would have said something. Ages ago.

But she is not involved, she does not want to be involved, and this is why she is heading to Greece. This is why, on a sun-drenched beach in Mykonos, she has opted to silence notifications from them both and is taking in the gorgeous weather and a few glasses of ouzo.

She understands, objectively, that the spontaneous trip is several, active steps away from her goal of financial and personal freedom, but if she stays one more consecutive day in the apartment, she’s going to kill one of them. She doesn’t have the money to bail herself out of prison, is the thing.

It is heaven on earth until her phone rings.

Because of the ouzo, or maybe because she’d been half-asleep (although she’d never willingly admit to that, she is constantly vigilant) she picks up the phone right away. The rationale being: it could very well be work. It could be my boss, and she could need something that requires my immediate attention. These thoughts last the duration of the phone’s movement from the beach towel to her ear, and then it is this:

“Lilith, if you don’t answer her she’s going to break into my room. She already got into my apartment! I don’t even know how—”

“Camila,” she says, as firmly as the ouzo will allow, “I am trying to relax.”

“That’s what I told her. She’s having a crisis and—“

In the background, Lilith can hear the unmistakable sound of Ava Silva’s panicked shouting. There is not enough alcohol left in her bottle to field this.

“I’m hanging up, Camila. If she’s on death’s door… you can consider calling me. And only after the ambulance.”

“No, please—“

There’s what sounds like a struggle on the other end, and then Lilith’s ear is full of labored breathing. The following sentence comes out like one, unbroken word. “Lilith? Lilith, I saw her boobs. I came home and she didn’t know I was there and I was in the kitchen and she came into the—“

Lilith hangs up. She turns her phone off.

She downs the rest of the bottle and she lies in the sun until she falls asleep.

—

She’s wandering through Athens, completely disconnected.

It’s a wonderful opportunity to practice her poor Greek, and she’s had a fair amount of encouragement from elderly women and street vendors alike. She feels at peace for the first time since before she’d co-signed her lease.

The last time she’d tried opening her phone, she’d been overrun with messages and missed calls and the deluge of notifications had soured her mood. She’d sent an email to her boss, stating phone troubles, ignored five consecutive messages from Camila, and turned it off. It’s been two blissful days since, but she only has so much time left before real life has to creep back in.

A young man selling intricate, handmade candles on the street is impossibly kind to her and patient with her Greek. He tries out some English and Spanish with her, and then hands her a free candle on one condition: she follows him on Instagram.

He looks so young and so hopeful, and the business really seems to be his passion. Lilith does not consider herself a particularly generous person, but there is something in this man’s eyes that makes her want to help.

So she does. She turns her phone on, and follows him.

It’s been just long enough for her to have a lapse in judgement, however, because he asks if she’d be willing to share a picture of his stand and tag him in it, and she doesn’t hesitate in saying yes.

It takes fifteen seconds for her to get a call.

“Your phone,” the man says.

“My phone,” she says, and hazards a glance at it.

This time, it’s Beatrice. Another lapse in judgement: she answers.

“Hello,” she answers, not a question.

“Hello Lilith. I’m glad you’re alive.”

“What is it,” also not a question, “that you want, Beatrice.”

“I, um… I wanted to ask when you’d be coming back?”

It sounds innocuous, but Beatrice is not Ava. Beatrice will dance gingerly around an issue and then crash land on her request, no parachute. She’ll reel someone in with a false sense of composure and then spring the true nature of her panic like a bear trap. Beatrice does not break into her friend’s apartments. Beatrice knocks on the door and sits on the couch with some tea and slowly turns into a homosexual mess before one has the opportunity to realize what’s happening.

“Two days.”

“Ah,” Beatrice says, and then there is a pause and Lilith considers hanging up six unique times. “How are you enjoying… wherever you are?”

“Get to the point, Beatrice.”

“I…” Lilith can hear her shift gears. Beatrice has a tenuous relationship with tact, so she says: “I’m in love with Ava.”

Lilith pulls the phone away from her ear, and the red end call button glows like city lights in a vast desert. She’s been wandering through the dunes for months. She wants to hang up like she’s never wanted anything before.

But, she hasn’t put Beatrice on speaker phone, and it’s something about the small, pathetic, “Lilith?” that grabs hold of what she imagines to be a cold little black lump in her chest and squeezes.

She sighs and puts the phone to her ear. “I know, Beatrice. Everyone knows.”

“Everyone?”

“Almost everyone,” Lilith grumbles, conceding at the thought of her other, stupider roommate. She accepts the candlemaker’s business card and makes her way down the street. “Why are you having this crisis now, Beatrice?”

“I… I just realized.”

“You just—“ The little red button is right there. “Beatrice. How?”

“Well. I was doing some coursework at the kitchen counter and she’d baked some muffins for me—“

“No. No, how has it taken this long?”

Silence. Lilith allots ten seconds for a response before she hangs up.

“Oh. Oh, I—I’ve been feeling this way for months.”

She’s right by the shore. She could throw her phone into the sea.

“Goodbye, Beatrice.”

“Wait! What… what do I do?”

Lilith has given plenty of her time to this. Enough is enough.

“Goodbye.”

—

Lilith prepares herself for the worst, always.

She stands in front of the door to her apartment for ten minutes, trying to wring out the memories of a warm Grecian sun and sweet orange cake and coffee and blue waters. She needs her head on right if she’s going to maneuver the mess they’ve inevitably gotten themselves into while she’s been gone.

It takes three tries, but she opens the door and walks into what seems like an empty apartment.

Her hackles are always up, so she’s mostly prepared to handle Ava when she comes flying into the living room, wrapped in a sheet that trips her as soon as she tries to stop.

“Lilith!” She says from the floor. “You’re back!”

She looks down at Ava, takes stock of the situation. Ava scrambles to her feet, and she’s saying something that Lilith is not listening to, mostly because she’s watching Beatrice tiptoe from Ava’s bedroom to her own bedroom on their side of the apartment, hair a mess, shirt on backwards.

In a rare moment of levity she thinks: well she didn’t need my help after all.

“Hello Beatrice,” Lilith says, deadpan, and Beatrice turns to her like she’s just been shot. It's funny. Lilith doesn't smile.

There is a long moment of silence, and in it, Lilith seriously considers going back to Greece.

“So,” Ava begins, the hand that’s not holding the bedsheet up to her bare chest waving between her and Beatrice. “We figured everything out. By—well, by having se—“

“I’m going to sleep,” Lilith interrupts. It’s four in the afternoon. She wants to be unconscious.

“Okay, yeah. Cool. Nice.” Ava says, gives her a thumbs up and almost trips again as she backs up on the way to her room. Beatrice follows her, the very picture of a walk of shame.

In her room, Lilith sits on the edge of her bed and ruminates on the fact that she might finally be able to live peacefully in her own home. It's a nice thought. She's almost happy for them.

Her phone buzzes. It’s Ava.

Almost.

Ava Silva, 4:06PM

do u still have those noise cancelling headphones??

maybe…… u should wear them

for...... idk like an hour?

She dismisses the notifications and goes to Google: cheap flights anywhere.

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steffigraf · 5 months

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#4,10,19 for the ask game 💗💗

4. Movie of the year?

oh this is haaaaaaard. but i will have to say for me personally it’s across the spider-verse bc i went to the cinema alone for it and it was one of my favorite experiences this year so my perception of the movie is so colored by that! and nobody asked but can i just say, that day i had around 3 hours of break in between classes so i walked to a nearby cinema and bought a ticket spontaneously, and i was a little bit late to my second class but it was fine bc my prof loved me in that one anyway. just,,, yeah great movie but more importantly an overall amazing experience that day :)

10. Something that made you cry this year?

basic french.

no okay im kidding my real answer is actually thinking of my struggle to gain more independence? because (im oversharing but) long story short i’m an only child and my mom had me at a late age so she’s very protective of me and kept me sheltered all my life, and because of that i’ve been having trouble this year specifically with trying to branch out from that. and it’s still a work in progress and i’m still massively dependent on her helping me organize my life as someone with adhd and anxiety. and that made me cry and tbh continues to make me cry :( but oh well i’m working on it

19. What’re you excited about for next year?

i’m going to visit germany again, this time with my family! i love love loveeee traveling and i’ll be going to cities i didn’t get to see yet, so that’s super exciting. and hopefully i can practice my german as well <3

#thank you so much mwahhh #ask game #veesmiley

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zawescource · 11 months

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‘I always play extreme characters’: Zawe Ashton on life after Fresh Meat

As Vod in the hit Channel 4 show she shocked even her own parents. What’s next for the actor-writer-director-producer?

The problem with interviewing someone you feel like you already know is how quickly it can go wrong. One minute you’re saying hello in the empty east London pub you’ve agreed to meet in, spontaneously hugging each other. The next, you’re trying to order a glass of wine and Zawe Ashton is horrified, because it’s not even 5pm yet. She reckons we should have tea instead, so we do. And then she says, “Oh God, I can’t believe I wine-shamed you.”

It is then that I realise Ashton isn’t actually Vod, the student she plays in the Channel 4 student sitcom Fresh Meat. Vod is a literature student who doesn’t read books, preferring partying, shagging and paying her way by selling ecstasy. Ashton, 31, is a straight-A scholar, who spent all her childhood weekends training as an actor, and thus has been earning her own money, appearing on telly in The Demon Headmaster, Jackanory and Desmond’s, since the age of six. Unlike Vod, Ashton has also written a play that’s being developed by the National Theatre; has a book deal for something that sounds like an autobiographical novel, “but I can’t talk about it. Well, not much. Well, I probably will”; and has set up her own production company, Asylum Features, to release films that she writes and directs herself. She is, I have to concede, a bit busy for pubs.

What Ashton does have in common with Vod, however, is that they are both very funny, as becomes apparent when we discuss what it’s like being hailed as “one to watch” and getting nominated for “best newcomer” awards when you’ve already been working for 25 years. “The single perspective shot, Stanley Kubrick, down the corridor,” she says, her mind racing ahead. “Aww, there’s a little girl down there! And then you get closer and she turns round and has the face of” – she puts on a scary voice – “a 200-year-old woman. That is my career right now, in a nutshell. I’m actually at retirement age, internally.” She estimates that she might be due a breakdown. “Or a Macaulay Culkin moment where I just go generally off the rails. Or a Winona Ryder moment, shoplifting.” She thinks about Winona. “How did that happen?”

We head to a quiet room upstairs, where Ashton sprawls across an armchair, all long arms and legs and funny voices, her mind scattering ideas like wildflowers. She recently got back from LA – she bought a plane ticket and left the same day – and found herself getting lured into the new age scene in Venice Beach and Topanga Canyon. “I know it’s the worst word ever,” she says, grimacing, “but I really am transitioning.” Ashton has been to LA several times before, though she won’t say why (you get the feeling there might be various projects in various Hollywood pipelines she can’t yet discuss). This time, she says, a conversation with a guru has left her believing she might be on the cusp of a whole new stage of her life.

Perhaps this transition will liberate her from the anxiety she describes as something of a constant in her life. She was not a carefree child, and even playing Vod, who can be so comically unaware, takes a great deal of awareness. At one point I ask her if it was a relief that the only real sex scenes she’s ever had to do as Vod were more comic than sensual. “A relief?” she repeats, as if I have brought up something as unlikely as Antarctica or a hippopotamus. She is almost breathless. “There’s never any relief! Relief is not a word that ever enters my mind, about anything.”

Does she never give herself a break? After all, plenty of people say they want to write a play, a film, a book, but hardly anyone wins the London Poetry Slam Championship in 2000, a Verity Bargate award nomination in 2007 for her debut play, Harm’s Way, or a Raindance film festival nomination in 2014 for best British short for Happy Toys, which she directed. “Well, I think I am like other people. It’s just that I think I’m going to get to the end and then give up. But wow, thank you for saying I finish things, because I really think I am such a scatty person.”

She credits Lena Dunham with showing sex on TV that is not actually sexy, and also with the inspiration for writing, directing and acting in her own shows. “As a woman, you do have a sense that if you can do other things, then you should. If you feel, mmm, the roles are getting a little” – she raises a sardonic eyebrow – “repetitive, and you know you can write, then you should write a different role. It’s a quadruple indemnity mission. I plan on having a long career. I don’t want to burn out. It’s like, I have the shield, and I have the lightsaber” – she is doing movie voices now – “these are my weapons of choice! Hopefully, one of those will come to serve me in some way.”

Does she feel she owes it to the world to redress the balance? “Well, the world doesn’t have to give a shit in any way. It just feels like a fulfilling and smart thing to do.”

Ashton grew up in Stoke Newington, north London, the eldest of three children, and has recently bought her own flat not far from there, living with her boyfriend, a film distributor, whom she prefers not to talk about. Her mother Victoria arrived in England in her teens from Uganda, where Ashton’s grandfather, Paulo Muwanga, had briefly served as both president and prime minister. At a Christmas party, Victoria met her future husband Paul, a working-class cockney who was the first in his family to go to university (Cambridge). The couple both worked as schoolteachers, Victoria teaching design and technology, and Paul teaching English – though he later moved to Channel 4 to commission education programmes for teachers, so telly was always a presence in their house, as well as literature. The three children went to local state schools, and young Zawe was taken to Anna Scher improvisation classes merely to “burn off some energy”. She instantly loved it. “It is very odd to be a very tiny person and know what you want to do.”

Famously, the Anna Scher theatre has produced lots of big names including Kathy Burke and half the cast of EastEnders. But Ashton says it was precisely the unstarry nature of the place that shaped the artist she would become. “It was a weekend drama class that cost £2.50, and we weren’t supposed to do commercials, we weren’t allowed to use the words star or fame – they were banned. You had to say actor or success. You couldn’t say, ‘I want to be a star’ because it was meaningless, just empty calories.”

Ashton recounts a story about a black boy being sent home from an audition, having been told that he could never be the Milky Bar kid. Scher, who did the teaching herself, dedicated an entire session to discussing with her pupils where the casting people had done wrong. “We were armed with all of this amazing… activism, I suppose. She’s an amazing woman. You were always encouraged to know why you wanted to act. Politics is not something you think about as a kid, but I realise now that she was infusing us with a level of conscience. You had to be on time, you had to be present. The number of birthdays I missed. I just gave up every Friday night and Saturday afternoon for 14 years.”

It was a dedication that didn’t make her popular with other children at school. Ashton was bullied, and eventually moved secondary school when the threats of beatings from other teenage girls, who knew she was taking days off to film for TV, became too much. At City and Islington College, she found better friends who shared her love of poetry. She took A-levels and applied to do drama at Manchester Metropolitan University.

Then came results day. “I got hurried by my teachers into an antechamber. They were like, ‘Have you opened your results yet?’ I was like, ‘No? Should I? Oh my God, I’ve got three As.’ I was overwhelmed, because it had been a really tough year. My mum had been really ill with cancer. They all said, you have to take a year off to apply to Cambridge now. So there was this crossroads moment – you know, when you realise your life could go in two really different directions? But then the stupid, stupid girl – no, I’m joking. I’m really glad I did what I did.”

What she did was take a year off to look after her mum, and then went to Manchester Met anyway. The course was a bit of a disappointment, she says, the teachers intent on making Ashton less experimental, disparaging her idea to do things such as walk around the audience trailing a red ribbon behind her. (She pitched the same concept at a local experimental theatre a week later and it came second in a commissioning competition.) But she experienced student life, and the partying that she had missed while being such a focused child. She went to Manchester nightclubs and got into DJing, experiences that would prove valuable when she auditioned for Fresh Meat years later.

Written by Jesse Armstrong and Sam Bain, the duo behind Peep Show, the show is set in the fictional Manchester Medlock University. Vod is a blunt, libidinous raver; tub-thumping and workshy, with a thudding estuary accent and directional hair. She shares a house with a mismatched group of students – Jack Whitehall, “who makes me laugh so much”, plays the posh twit whose family money has bought the house. In one memorable scene she is made to read Salman Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children and tells the class the book makes her feel “like I’ve got this pompous, fat, naked man sitting on my face, and he’s resting his big, overrated bollocks on my airways”.

Ashton auditioned for the part about eight times, and saw so many other actors there, of every type and look, that she realised she could make Vod her own, that she wasn’t being asked to play any kind of trope. I ask if there has been any negative response to the only black character in the group ending up as a drug dealer. “NEVER!! Oh my God, that’s never something that’s come up,” she says, clearly surprised by the question. “And I feel like, she’s not even as extreme as a ‘dealer’. Vod is someone who capitalises on situations, sometimes ones that are really misguided. It all goes really horribly wrong – I think Vod’s got a lot of obstacles this series. I’m quite excited about watching it.”

She might well be watching it alone, however, or certainly without her dad, who isn’t too keen on seeing her shows. She might have developed her sense of humour from her parents (“They are my favourite comedy double act”), as well as her love of language (“My dad is such a brilliant writer”), but he can’t get used to seeing her on screen. He pretends her shows are radio plays, so he can keep his eyes closed. “Actually, I told my dad he should watch the episode with Vod and her mum, and he said, ‘I’d love to.’ Then he came in and I was right in the middle of saying the c-word. And he was like, ‘Might just go and put the kettle on again.’ ”

She recently played another challenging role in Not Safe For Work, a much bleaker Channel 4 comedy by playwright DC Moore, about the jilted generation of thirtysomethings whose job security has disappeared. Ashton plays Katherine, one of a group of civil servants whose jobs are relocated from London to Northampton following public sector cuts, and who has to maintain a steely professional exterior to hide the way she is falling apart inside. Other roles have included a small part in Doctor Who (for a moment, she was the bookies’ first choice to become the first female Doctor), and the lead in Dreams Of A Life, Carol Morley’s documentary film about Joyce Vincent, the woman whose remains were found on her sofa three years after her death, with the television still on.

“I just always play these really extreme characters – they’ve all come with parental guidance stickers on them. I did this Abi Morgan play at the Donmar just now and she said, ‘You play a lot of outsiders, don’t you?’ And I was like, ‘Oh my God, I do!’” She looks surprised. “And she said, ‘Outsiders who don’t need much male intervention.’ ‘Well, yes, I do,’ I said, like I knew that about myself.”

Other theatre work includes Othello at the Globe and Gone Too Far! at the Royal Court, which is the theatre where she took the young writers’ course and wrote her play For All The Women Who Thought They Were Mad, at 24. It was inspired by research into the way that psychiatric medication affects women, and the way that black women in particular are often over-medicated, so that their health deteriorates even further. “There are stories of women in pretty powerful positions, in jobs, suddenly finding themselves in institutions, unrecognisable to themselves and their friends,” she says. “So I just had to sit in the research and think about it, but there was a writing competition. The night before the deadline, I said to myself, you really owe it to yourself to deliver – just do it. So I sat down and wrote it in an actual fever, staying up for 24 hours.”

Next up is the Genet play The Maids, a double-hander with Emmy-winning American actor Uzo Aduba (best known as Crazy Eyes in Orange Is The New Black), opening in London next month. “It’s going to be really, really interesting to explore two characters who are essentially ready to burst from the beginning of the play.”

After that, perhaps she will have time for a quick personal collapse, though it seems unlikely. “I don’t really have the luxury of having a breakdown,” Ashton says. “I’ve just been working for a really, really long time.” And yet that 200-year-old woman in the corridor has got another century ahead of her, at least.

#zawe ashton #2016 #interview

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AVCon Day 1 2023 Report

I had the opportunity to go to AVCon this year, a convention in Adelaide that made its return this year! It was my first ever anime convention, and it was a whole load of fun!

I went with Pie @piedivide, a good friend of mine! He cosplayed 9S, you’ll see him throughout the report hehe ^^

The report is under the cut!

Since I was going to a convention, I thought I should cosplay! When else would I have the chance to after all?

There were so many characters I wanted to cosplay, but at the end I chose…..

Bocchi-Chan from Bocchi The Rock!

Here is my beautiful pose I did because I couldn’t think of any other pose lol

Her wig was an absolute nightmare though, it was always so tangled even when I brushed it out, I’m definitely going for a character with shorter hair next time.

Exhibit A:

See that mess lol

But regardless, let’s actually get into it!

Pre-Con

I got my butt up at 6am in order to get ready, since I wanted to get to the convention around 10am (spoiler alert I did not manage to get there by 10am).

I tied my hair back here because I was worried about sitting on the wig and pulling it off, but honestly I probably didn’t need to lol

Since the convention is in the city, I had to catch the train.

In full cosplay.

It didn’t help I forgot the timetables change on the weekends so I had to wait like 30 minutes at the station for the train to come with my mum lol

People were staring which was understandable, I was Bocchi after all with her bright pink hair and colourful costume lol

Lucky for me, there was a Yuyuka cosplayer and a few others also in cosplay so I felt less embarrassed.

The Yuyuka cosplayer actually sat behind me on the train!

Once I got to the station, I went straight to the bathroom to brush out my wig because it was a hot mess.

Still was a hot mess here actually lol

Con Time!

I met with Pie after my attempts of fixing the wig and we headed to the convention! So we got there like after 11am!

There was a okay line and we waited, and of course me being me, instantly started freaking out about all the cosplayers and pointing out who was who lol

Like right when we got to the line, I saw a Kagamine Rin cosplayer and I freaked out lol

There was a very pretty Mona too and I freaked out again lol

I did a lot of freaking out okay. That’s just how I am. You can’t expect me to stay calm at an anime convention! That’s like…impossible.

We were holding our phones with the QR code for our tickets and it was hard to believe we were here.

Pie and I sort of spontaneously decided to go like 8 months ago and I never thought the day would finally come. As we got closer and closer, it became more and more real.

Once we got in, we got our passes and we headed straight into the food hall (only because we had no idea where was what and we couldn’t be bothered getting out the map so it was a fun adventure lol).

I'm so glad we got passes! I thought we would get the paper tag but no! Real passes! Felt so cool!

Continuing straight, we arrived into the Video Games Hall, which had a giant stage and a lot of laptops! And right on the side was….handhelds?!

Whole bunch of games and consoles for sale, ranging from the N64 to the Wii! PlayStation 1! 3DS! DS! I was surprised, I didn’t think that I’d see any Wii games at the convention.

My hard drive I use with my Wii actually stopped working so I’ve been buying physicals of the games I really like ;;

And lo and behold, they had Mario Kart Wii. The one game I’ve been looking for since like….2021? Now I can play CTGP and mods!!

Instantly bought it along with Wii Sports Resort because I love Wii Sports Resort. Been wanting to play it.

And it was right there and I couldn’t resist okay

Already managed to spend money and I just got there lmao

It is what it is.

Anyway, we continued through the hall, admiring all the games. It was just all so cool! I saw Street Fighter 6 and went :O

There was also a giant Game and Watch System!

I was mostly in awe the whole time. I also continued my freaking out lol

Then we exited to the Artist Alley. The holy grail of art. There were over 90 artists there.

Hoo boy I dropped money here lmao

We beelined to Kamaniki’s booth (I freaked when I saw their name on the map lol), but also taking the time to walk and see all the art! Everyone is so talented, it’s incredible!

We found Kamaniki’s booth and we each bought two prints. I got Pyra and a Bocchi the Rock one!

Pie and I decided that we had to buy a print with our respective characters on it, and we did! Pie got a Nier Automata one that had 9S on it.

We then continued our trek, and then I bought more prints because I couldn't resist lol

We then went to the Exhibition Hall which was full of anime merch! There were stalls everywhere.

We saw Callie and Marie plushies and guess what we did….

We bought them instantly lol

I got Callie and Pie got Marie!

Then we walked around some more and oh my god they had Hololive gacha. Volume 4 and 5. I made this screech and Pie laughed his head off lmao

I love Hololive okay

I thought we needed coins for it (which I did not have) but we had to buy tokens (which I could with the power of my card). I bought two rolls and did each Hololive gacha!

I tried to predict who I would get but I was very wrong haha, but I didn’t mind who I got. I like everyone in Hololive!

I got Lui and Marine! Love them so much.

Pie did a Spy X Family one and a Hololive one too. He actually nearly did the wrong gacha until I yelled at him not to lol (you’re welcome Pie lol).

I saw a stall that was operated by my Uni (they’re a sponsor) and it made me think about the fact I had Uni the next week ;;

Then we walked around some more! It was so cool seeing so much merch in one place! Had to resist buying stuff, I already spent quite a bit at this point aha

After we decided to go get some food because we were hungry.

We wanted to try Takoyaki but they ran out, all they had left was Karaage Chicken. It was really good!

We had to wait for like…20 minutes for it which was fun. I was 47th and they only announced like...30…..

Us waiting lol

Someone actually came up to me asking for a photo during that time and I was really happy!

Never thought I’d get asked for any photos honestly. It made me so happy! Pie got asked for photos too, it was so cool!

Actually someone came up to Pie and said “Hey I really like your 2B costume!” which was really hilarious lmao

Of course Pie was kind and stuff and said thank you but still lol

And Pie also asked for photos as well!

Love the poses here hehe

I had the bright idea to torture myself by using chopsticks. I know how to use them, but I’m absolutely crap at using them.

I also had a fork so I could give up at any time. Like halfway through, I decided to just use my fork. I reached out to grab it, thinking I would be saving myself all the struggle.

But tragedy struck.

I DROPPED THE FORK ON THE GROUND 😭

I was forced to use the chopsticks the whole time and Pie just watched me suffer

I’m a chopsticks failure……

After I finally finished, we went to get some photos together! For this occasion, I bought a tripod! It came in handy!

We took a lot of photos!

Some of the ones I like (I would put them all but no space sadly, Tumblr limit ;;)

My eyes also decided to kill themselves half way through and I had to retreat to the bathroom. I looked like I was crying when I wasn’t ;;

My eyes like to do this thing where if something irritates it, it starts tearing up immediately. It’s very fun (T_T)

I think it was after this, I saw a Mizuki from Arknights cosplayer. Didn’t expect to see Mizuki here but I freaked out of course lol

I love Mizuki.

And I really wanted a photo. But I was too shy to ask.

So Pie did for me (thank you Pieeeee)

ME AND MIZUKI AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa

Namie-mama I did it!! They were so kind!

Then we just walked around for the rest of the con pretty much, though all the halls. Bought some more prints and simply enjoyed our time!

When it was nearly the end of the con, we decided to buy each other one print that the other would like. We split off, and I went bounding down the left side of the Artist Alley.

I didn't even go that far when I saw the perfect print. It was a beautiful BOTW print with Link riding a horse. It screamed Pie so I bought it immediately.

The artist even offered another print for another $10 but I declined because we were only meant to get one print for each other.

So I sat and waited at the area we agreed to meet at since I already found the perfect print quicker than I anticipated.

Picture I took while waiting.

More people asked me for photos actually to my surprise, there was this little kid who wanted a photo with me and it was so adorable. Made my heart warm hehe ( ◠‿◠ )

Like so! I heard "Bocchi" from behind me and I'm like "Huh??" “That’s me!”

I honestly wished I got more pictures with cosplayers, I was too shy to ask like anyone lol, next time I really want to ask people! Got to be more confident!

But I did admire them from afar! Staring a bit creepily but that’s definitely what Bocchi would do lol

There were these Genshin cosplayers that looked amazing, especially this Yaoyao and this Arlecchino and Columbina!!

And I saw Mew Ichigo too!! Apparently they made their cosplay themselves which is sick.

I didn’t take that many pictures of the convention itself, since I was mostly just experiencing everything, taking it all in. Next time I want to take more!

And make a vlog too!

Definitely want to go to another convention again! And spend way too much money (I refuse to look at my bank account, I don't want to know how much I spent lol).

Thanks for reading my report! ^^

Bocchi is having a crisis

#personal #convention #avcon

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shojimezolovemail · 2 years

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if requests r open can we get jackass .. even though ya girl only cares for pontius .. + taking a vacation together ? pls and thank u!

A/N: i know i apologize every time i end up posting but i promise i do feel bad for not getting through these requests!! please know i lov everyone who interacts with my silly works :”)

EDIT: just noticed my messed up warnings! sorry about that!

warnings: slightly suggestive, pet names (babe, baby), blood & alcohol mentions

JOHNNY KNOXVILLE

as much as he loves being on set

he is ecstatic when you mention wanting to go on a vacation with him for an anniversary

johnny’s all over it

he’s figuring out when, where, how and down to the smallest of details

he doesn’t really care where you two go though, he’s mainly focused on the fact he’s going with you

if you’re going somewhere hot then you two are going to the beach as often as possible

mainly because he says you look so beautiful in the sun

but so he has an excuse to be public ally affectionate with you

you need sunscreen on anywhere? he’s snatching the bottle and lathering you up

STEVE-O

it’s meant to be a vacation but if steve-o finds an opportunity for a cool video, he’s doing it

he’d probably be the one to plan the trip as he’s obviously got so much experience under his belt from wild boyz

steve-o’s very happy to hear that you wanted to take a trip with him in the first place

in the time leading up to it, he’s tending you how happy he is

“i’m so gals we’ll get to go away together, babe,”

“steve, baby, it’s not for another three months?”

“i know, i’m just excited.”

if you tried to go out to bars with him, you better watch him because he might be on a damn table professing his love for you after a few shots

which is sweet but you’d rather not get arrested on a vacation

you don’t but, the thought is always on your mind

CHRIS PONTIUS

this trip is 100% spontaneous

you mentioned wanting to visit somewhere and suddenly it’s booked and you’re flying out the next day

chris is giddy the whole way there

if you’re taking a plane, he’s trying to join the mile high club with you

your neck and any exposed skin is covered in marks because you had to keep shooing him away

he’s kinda like steve-o in the way that you need to watch him around bars because he’s getting up on a table and professing his love

chris is also doing that anywhere he can, drunk or not

you’re in a hotel lobby? he’s telling the receptionist how madly in love you guys are

you had to beg him to not take his speedos but, lo and behold, there’s one

BAM MARGERA

another impulsive man

not as much as chris though

you would mention a few places and he’d plan it on a week where he definitely should be on set

“bam, you can’t just blow off shooting because i told you i was sad.”

“yes i can. plus, i already bought us tickets to go somewhere,”

if there was a stunt he didn’t wanna do? he’s throwing you in a car and deciding on what state near you two to visit

on an actual vacation with him though, he’s very doting

you don’t feel like carrying your bag? he’s slinging it over his shoulder even if he’s carrying literally everything else

you need help putting on sunscreen? the bottle is out of your hands in seconds before he’s rubbing it in your skin

RYAN DUNN

any time he has off he’s trying to take a vacation with you

especially to beachy places

despite his resistance to water, something about being with you and the ocean calms his mind

most vacations are planned around shooting but if your anniversary falls on a day he’s meant shooting, it’s not happening

you guys would be half way to your destination before he tells anyone though

ryan gets a good laugh outta everyone’s reactions

if you’re comfortable with it, you two are sneaking into a beach at night

probably a cute lil picnic under the stars and then laying on a blanket as you watch the sky

ryan’s carrying you and everything you two brought back to where you’re staying once you’re worn out

he’s also especially doting on vacations because he feels so tender at the alone time with you

DANGER EHREN

he’s taking you somewhere cold for a vacation

but don’t worry, you can use this as an excuse to hang off him like a koala

ehren’s responsible enough to make sure the weather isn’t too bad where you two would be going

he’s hate to ruin a vacation just because the weather is shitty

even if it was though, you’re happy to spend any alone time with him

if you’re more for a warmer vacation, he’s not opposed whatsoever

he just knows you get a kick out of stealing his warmth in colder climates

ehren’s trying to buy you anything you show slight interest in on vacation

keep an eye on him or he might go into debt because w you said some fancy french dress was cute

DAVE ENGLAND

another man who takes you somewhere cold

aims for a place he can snowboard just so he can impress you

of course, once he tries to do that he face plants into a snowbank

you’re quick to run and help even if you felt like you should i be doubled over in laughter

dave’s a little bloody so you gotta take him back to where you’re staying and clean him up

a prime opportunity for him to keep you close

obviously in sake of ‘keeping warm’ despite knowing either of you could crank the heat up

you’ll take pity as he did just face plant in your name

#jackass #jackass x reader #johnny knoxville #jackass headcanons #chris pontius #ryan dunn #steve o #bam margera #dave england #danger ehren

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The Last Wish: Spoiler-Free Review

Okay. so as none of you know, I'm a HUGE fan of the original Puss In Boots, and as such I bought a ticket for The Last Wish the day tickets went on sale. I waited impatiently for months for that movie to come out, and watched it on Christmas Eve, and I'm finally getting around to writing about it

For context, I believe the original Puss In Boots is better than any of the Shrek movies. Shrek 2 and Puss In Boots both hold up really well to this day, but Puss In Boots is better at capturing the magic of fairy tale stories than Shrek 2 was; Shrek 2 modernized too much for it to contain that same magic. And as such, I argue to this day that the best Shrekverse movie is Puss In Boots. The only thing holding Puss In Boots was just the spontaneous humor and the way they downplayed the central antagonist with humor

The Last Wish fixes those mistakes

If you go in expecting a movie similar to the original, the first, like, 5 minutes will be your cup of tea. It has the same spontaneous humor, the villain is basically just there for laughs, and Puss is this high-and-mighty outlaw. The leadup to the giant and the battle against the giant both showcase who Puss is: he's a rebel against the rich and a protector of the poor. He cares not for people with power, and instead uses his own skills and power to defend the common folk through his heroic antics. But, as the trailer shows, he carelessly gets crushed, and he's now on his last life

This is where the story takes a turn. We have several minutes of denial. "Retire? I am Puss in Boots!" But that's when the story's driving villain shows up. They weren't really highlighted in the trailers, so I'll be very secretive about who the villain is, but the moment they appear on screen, I had chills. This villain was not like the ones who had come before. This villain was not something to laugh about. And Puss realizes this. Puss is scared into retirement- I mean, into hiding, and gets used to the undignified way of life that is a housecat, until Goldilocks and the Three Bears show up: bounty hunters seeking Puss' help with reaching the mythical Wishing Star

Puss outsmarts them and decides to pursue this Wishing Star alone...

Well. Alone plus his emotional support dog. Short story, but a weird one to tell

And off he goes on his quest to find the Wishing Star and restore his lives

And that's the introduction to the story and most of the central characters, so I can't really progress further without spoiling major parts of the story

Downsides of the story:

The central villain is beaten in an unsatisfying way, and deserved a better conclusion

The secondary villain was mediocre at best, and falls into the trap of Laughable Villain Syndrome

Ofc they're going to end the movie with a tie-in to the upcoming Shrek 5

Upsides of the story:

Very deep story

Legitimately terrifying central villain

Tertiary villains are masterfully done, start to finish

My Personal Rating: 10/10

This movie has flaws, don't get me wrong, but this movie is also the best blend of nostalgia and storytelling that I've ever seen before. While most of the characters were well done, there are three particular characters that shine through every moment they are on screen: Puss, Goldilocks, and the central antagonist; especially the latter two. I'll also take the moment to point out that Goldilocks was voiced by Florence Pugh, so there's that :D

And yeah. This is 100% a recommendation! There's honestly no real theory fodder available in this movie. Like sure, maybe some minor theories, but nothing about the future of Puss, Kitty, and Perrito. There might be a spin-off for Goldilocks, but we don't know enough specifics about her past to guess where in her life a story might take place, let alone what it would be about. It closed pretty much every loose thread it had, except one, but I can't talk about that yet...not until I'm ready to discuss the most terrifying PG villain I've ever seen

#puss in boots #the last wish #puss in boots 2 #kitty softpaws #goldilocks #perrito #puss in boots the last wish #spoiler free #review #voteformightyclocks

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A tree that unexpectedly blossomed in April

April 30, 2023 1:26AM

The last couple of weeks have been messy. Has it really been only 2 weeks? Let alone, the month. April has truly been crazy.

On the first week, I had a breakdown of my moral values and reconsidered my entire existence. I decided that I will not follow the rules imposed by people who do not have my interest in my mind and who do not respect the rules they themselves created. I decided to take action and attack the adversities I was faced with - which meant taking the decision to move out from an environment that felt like it had me at my throat. I bought a bike and disregarded the rules. I cycled aggressively to the lakeshore, ate a subway sandwich and threw the paper on the rocks. I participated in a student film as an actor. I got closer to that someone who confessed to me.

On the second week, summer came. No, really. Intense, bright sunshine and t-shirt weather that lasted for a few days. My mood was through the roof. I bought a new t-shirt that gave me massive confidence and signified the departure from an older self. Shit hit the fan with that girl who confessed to me and was my friend for a year. She kept asking me to be her boyfriend until I snapped because I couldn’t deal with her past - and her still not being able to acknowledge her wrongdoings. She revealed to me she has a mood disorder, but did not explain anything about what it means. We both hurt each other. I reflected a lot and tried to make amends, only to be met by her insults and emotional behavior.

On the third week, the weather became colder again and my anger towards the girl subdued. I started to research more about mood disorders. Expanding one’s knowledge is important. I wrote a letter of reflection and apology to her, but only sent it the following week, with no reply from her. In the meantime, I met so many new people. I even hung out with a girl that spontaneously invited me to her university’s game jam. And - one evening - I got bubble tea with my good friend, saw the cherry blossoms at night, and after saying bye to him I immediately ran across some other friends! It was almost 11pm but we spontaneously went to get dinner as they were coming back from a road trip.

I’ve been meeting people every single day. I feel like I’ve been welcomed to a community and at the same time, I’m experiencing a renaissance of my social sphere. It’s as if I’m a teenager again, this time around with social skills that are much sharper and with peers that adore me.

On the fourth week, I said goodbye (actually “see you in a few months”) to my Japanese friends who are leaving the country. Right, I didn’t mention this. I also bought tickets to Japan. That’s a story for another day!

A Japanese girl - who’s part of the group - told me she was jealous of the others as they randomly came across me the night of the road trip, but she didn’t. She was left behind in another car that day. I told her we could meet again before she leaves and invited her to see the cherry blossoms. Unfortunately, one of the guys in the group “intercepted” me as he asked to join us. He did join us but I managed to go out with her again today. Who knows - it might be for the best that things turned out like they did. On a rainy, foggy morning we met at the cafe and talked. She had her usual chai latte. I had my usual matcha latte. She was late... but I didn’t care too much. She brought me japanese snacks and we also took a few selfies together. I don’t know what is it, but I feel happy. For some very brief moments, I smiled like an idiot and felt happy like I did when I was a teenager. How can I make it work with a girl that lives on the other side of the globe? But wait, we aren’t even dating. Are we?

When I stop and think about it, I can’t believe I am who I am today. It’s amazing I was able to recover from the overwhelming, consuming damage the pandemic had on my mental and physical health. On top of that, I became a permanent resident, overcame losing one job and losing the new one too! I feel grateful for all the good experiences and good people I had the chance to spend time with.

At 24 years old, I feel like I’ve started to truly attract girls for the first time. It’s still hard for me to deal with their socially-oriented nature as I’m a person who deals better with things than people. I’ve improved substantially on that too, though. I’m beginning to think that this is what a girl might feel like at 16 when she receives a lot of attentions from the opposite sex that she never received before. Who will you even choose to go on a date with?

With great power comes great responsibility.

I feel just like that - a tree that unexpectedly blossomed in April.

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