#so organic that they both went through the 'oh shit. oh no. i'm in love with my best friend' panic as characters
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Jessie Fleming x Reader
Summary: ADHD can be a lot to navigate, but Jessie embraces you, your ADHD and everything that comes with it.
A/N: Based on this request. This came a little too easily lol. Renews my empathy for my wife LOL. Bless her haha. And bless Jessie cause I bet she'd be just as thoughtful.
You lifted your head as motion in your periphery caught your eye. You took out your earbuds when you saw Jessie giving a quick wave from the doorway.
"Don't forget - we have to leave for dinner in an hour," she reminded you patiently. "I'm not saying you have to get ready now, we just need to be out the door at 5:30."
You looked at the clock and then gave her a nod. "Thank you."
She knew you were hyperfocused on something and if you had to abruptly stop you'd be in a foul mood. You'd learned that it helped when you had a wind-down period, so to speak.
You mapped out the time, making a mental note of when to pack up when you thought better of it and set a timer on your phone instead.
Before you knew it, your alarm went off, pulling you out of your trance. You sighed inwardly - you were on a roll and you didn't want to lose momentum. And it's not like you didn't want to go to dinner - you loved Sinc and Janine, but it still took effort for you to compartmentalize and get a move on.
You emerged from the office and looked around the apartment you shared with Jessie. She was sitting on the couch reading, but was dressed for dinner and you noted she had her things neatly laid out by the front door. She gave you a small smile and a wave.
"How'd it go?"
"Good," you said, somewhat distracted as you were trying to determine what you needed to do and in what order. "Thank you." You stopped yourself and returned her smile, now giving her your attention. "How's your book?"
"It's good, baby," she said with a light laugh before gesturing with a nod. "Go on. Get ready."
Jessie knew you well. She recognized what you were trying to do, but also understood that you needed to get sorted and moving if you were going to stay on schedule. She didn't take offense.
"Thanks," you said with a look that was both grateful and a bit shy. "I'll ask you more about it in the car."
Opening your closet, you already knew what you wanted to wear tonight, but a heavy frown fell across your face as you realized the shirt you had in mind was still in the laundry. You swore it was clean.
You sighed as you examined your other options. You eventually narrowed it down to two, your eyes darting back and forth several times. Would that shirt go with the pants you picked? Where were you going again for dinner? What did Jessie wear? Was it cold out? Jessie was in a t-shirt. But she's always warm. It was warm earlier. But it was going to be night, so... You eventually just tossed the one shirt back, forcing yourself to make a decision.
You checked the time and rushed into the bathroom to finish getting ready. You were doing your hair when your mind wandered and you remembered that you told Jessie earlier that you'd update the grocery list. You mulled it over. What were you doing this week? That would affect the list. You went to check your calendar but when you opened your phone you saw an email notification from this store you wanted to get Jessie a gift from.
You were putting in your shipping information when a brief rush of alarm went through you as you heard Jessie getting up. You looked at the time. Oh shit. Wait - what were you supposed to be doing?
A flurry of activity ensued as you worked to finish getting ready. You had to backtrack a couple of times because you'd just left something laying out in your wake. On a second pass through, you had to make a point of stopping to pick it up and put it away.
Before you and Jess moved in together, your apartment could've been described as organized chaos. Clusters of items here and there, but you knew where things were. For the most part. Jessie, however, was very neat and orderly. And you loved her desperately, so you tried to be very mindful of how you tended to leave mess and clutter. It took a little extra effort on your part, but if it helped Jessie feel more at ease and didn't make her feel like she had to pick up after you, it was absolutely worth it.
You rushed up to Jessie who was casually putting on her shoes at the front door. You were slightly out of breath from your zig-zagging through the apartment and she smiled at you affectionately.
"Right on time," she said with a nod of approval, gesturing to her watch and giving you a wink.
You exhaled. "Chaos."
She laughed and held out your jacket for you, prompting you to weave your arms through.
"Thank you," you said and leaned in to give her a quick kiss.
"Anytime," she said as she grabbed her things. She paused as you started patting your pockets and looking around.
"Phone?" She asked knowingly. You looked to her with a frown of concern and nodded. She rolled her eyes with a soft laugh and reached over to the side table. Your phone was on the corner.
"Oh, there it is," you said brightly with a laugh of your own. She reached around and tucked the phone into your back pocket, giving you a smirk and kissed your cheek as she pulled back.
"Oh, one last thing," you said, holding up your index finger. "I need to write it down before I forget." You quickly grabbed the notebook and fancy pen Jessie bought you previously (stationery was a past fixation of yours) and jotted down something on your to-do list. You clicked the pen and put the notebook aside, turning to her.
"Ready to go?" She asked, a smile still lingering.
You gave her a cheesy 'OK' gesture with your hand and winked. "All set."
"And you call me a dork," she joked.
"You love me."
"I certainly do."
There were many ways you knew Jessie loved you, but the fact that Jessie - who herself was very put together - navigated and embraced your quirks with patience and affection, told you she loved and understood you. Sure, you frustrated her now and then, but chances are those were times you were even more frustrated with yourself. She always talked things out with you or tried her best to make things easier. You adored and appreciated her for it.
She was one of the very few people you let your walls down around. The flurry she'd just witnessed is something most people would never see. At work - and previously in school - your reviews always said you were diligent, organized, and composed. And you were - but it came at a cost. By the time you got home every day, you used up all of your mental faculties to stay on top of things at work or with acquaintances. Home was your reprieve; you could recharge, relax and just be yourself.
As Jessie drove you both downtown, you began flipping through songs. Short, fleeting bursts of music filled the car before cutting to the next piece. While your attention was fixed on the console screen, you felt Jessie's eyes on you. "Which song are you looking for?"
"I'll know it when I hear it," you answered, eyes still transfixed on the changing song titles.
Jessie sighed wearily, but you spied the burgeoning smirk on her lips when you glanced over.
At dinner, your knee bounced incessantly up and down as you listened to Sinc and Janine speak. You hardly realized what you were doing until Jessie reached out a hand and gently placed it on your leg. You held her hand and played with her ring instead.
At one point, Sinc was sharing a story and it sparked a thought far off in your mind. You intermittently sat forward and back, waiting to speak - trying very conscientiously to not cut her off by interjecting. When you got your opening, you literally sat on the edge of your seat and began talking, waving your hands animatedly as you did.
You ended up on a couple of tangents, pausing momentarily with a frown before speaking. "Where was I going with this? Right. You mentioned Vancouver, which made me think of real estate, which led me to appliances. So Jessie and I..."
Jessie just chuckled and idly rubbed small circles on your lower back.
At some point, Jessie herself told an uncharacteristically convoluted story. Janine and Sinc were frowning at her in confusion, but you followed her train of thought easily. You reiterated it for her.
"I'm with you.” You gave her a charming smile. She turned to her teammates with a small, satisfied grin.
"She always gets me."
After dinner, the four of you went to meet up with other teammates at a bar. You hung out for a couple of hours, but between the socialization and a long week of meetings and masking, you felt your social battery drain. You started disassociating as people talked and you were having trouble focusing.
Jessie came by, sitting next to you and leaning in to be heard over the din of the crowd.
"You about ready to leave? I'm just about at my limit," she said. You gave her a grateful look.
"Are you sure? We don’t have to leave on account of me,” you tried to assure her. She grasped your hand, lacing your fingers together.
“Babe. I’m ready to go, too. Another 10 minutes? Then say bye to everyone?” She asked.
You leaned your head on her shoulder. “Thank you. I’m sorry I can’t handle more.” You felt her turn her head towards you.
“Baby. There’s nothing to apologize for.”
You lifted your head up to look at her. You’d had this conversation before but you still got in your head about it all and it was hard to stop.
“I just want to be the best partner for you. But sometimes I just get overwhelmed. And then I can’t function or interact the way I want to. And I probably talked too much at dinner. And about god knows what. I hope I didn’t embarrass you-”
Jessie held up her hands, gently coaxing you to stop.
“Baby. Please.” She smiled affectionately at you. “You’re doing it again,” she said with a soft laugh. “You were great tonight. You always are. I could never be embarrassed by you. I’m always so proud to have you with me.”
She tucked your hair behind your ear and went on. “We’re both at our limit. So, let’s finish up here. Can we cuddle when we get home?" She asked.
"That sounds amazing.”
A/N: Okay, y'all. This next part has nothing to do with Jflem, I just have to share this personal anecdote that just happened. The timing is too perfect considering I was writing this ADHD fic.
*Wife calls me while I'm driving and it sounds like she's crying*
"Are you okay???"
"Are you okay?"
"Huh?" My concern immediately shifts to confusion.
"Do you have everything you need in order to be successful today?" She asks in a very measured way.
Realization hits me immediately. I turn to the passenger seat and instead of seeing my work bag, I only see a pair of shoes. Shoes that I made great mental note of that morning to bring with me to the office. But no sign of my work bag that I packed that morning, alongside the idle musing of, "Wow, it would be so bad if I forgot my laptop."
By now, my wife is cackling. She wasn't crying at all when she called, she was trying her hardest not to laugh.
I'm 25 minutes into a 30 minute drive.
"Can you make it work without your bag somehow?" My wife asks amongst her ongoing laughter.
"It has my laptop. My pass. My wallet. Everything. Guess I'm coming back home!"
We're killing ourselves laughing at this point.
"Okay, well, I'll see you soon. Don't get pulled over!"
ADHD struggles are real, folks lol.
#jessie fleming#jessie fleming x reader#woso x reader#woso#jflem#woso imagine#canwnt x reader#adhd brain
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Genuinely it is so funny that Laura and Marisha meant to have a completely platonic relationship and then they both tripped and faceplanted directly into romantic feelings. Roughly around the same time too. Well done ladies. Best failure I've ever seen.
#4sd#4 sided dive#critical role spoilers#critical role#imogen temult#laudna#so organic that they both went through the 'oh shit. oh no. i'm in love with my best friend' panic as characters#and related panic as players#the characters do whatever they want and the players just have to deal with it
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Right to fear, wrong to believe
Just had a horrible realization and needed to meta it out.
How different they were before Edinburgh, when Crowley was sucked down into Hell.
Look at this flirty babygirl in the Bastille:
I mean could he climb that tree any faster?
(This is why I really like fics that place a more physical relationship here, pre-Bastille or just post-Bastille, because c'mon look at them. )
In S1 the next thing is 1862 and Crowley asking for insurance (with a cane ffs). And Aziraphale freaking out with his "fraternizing" BS. It's jarring, until we get 1827 filled in for us in S2.
@takeme-totheworld notes in this post:
Crowley sure went from "our respective head offices don't actually care how things get done" and "nobody ever has to know" to "walls have ears" FAST after Edinburgh. And Aziraphale went from looking at Crowley with hearts in his eyes to "I've been FrAtErNiZiNg" just as quickly.
I'm more convinced than ever that Edinburgh was the first time Crowley ever actually got caught and punished for fucking around with Aziraphale/doing good deeds/whatever it was they yanked him back down to Hell for, and it scared the absolute shit out of both of them and changed the whole tone of their relationship after that.
Yes! - it's clear to me as well that the Edinburgh graveyard was a very bad turning point, where they both saw that Hell was listening and would intervene. And it did change their relationship drastically, for over a century and a half (really, until looming Armageddon loosened up the stakes for them).
But what about Heaven?
See the thing is, we know Azi's been worried about Heaven watching him for the past 6000 years.
But they haven't.
[GIFs posted by starrose17]
All this time, and Heaven had not seen them together. Hadn't noticed. Had not even LOOKED.
I want to mention what @starrose17 says about this here in this post:
What I love about this is her choice of words, “went back through the Earth Observation files.” This implies that these photos were already filed somewhere meaning somebody had to have been watching them which meant somewhere in the depths of the bureaucratic heaven there’s an underpaid angel clerk tasked with watching angels on Earth, and he’s been hording photos of his favourite Angel/Demon couple not reporting them to Michael because he wants to see what happens.
And that's exactly what this fic covers!: Spying Omens by @ednav
(Give this a read, it's fabulous.)
While I am here for this being exactly how that happens, the other scenario is colder and worse - there's no one watching, at all. It's just filing automatically and never seen until some Scrivener is called to pull a file.
From @fuckyeahisawthatat's comment here :
I found this scene to be quite chilling, actually. Not only is the idea of Heaven as a surveillance state brilliant (way to make “God is always watching” sound way more ominous) but this is exactly how modern surveillance states work.
They don’t actively watch everybody all the time. That’s not physically possible for humans, and even if it is metaphysically possible for Heaven, it’s not a very efficient use of resources. Surveillance states watch people they deem “suspicious.” And once you’ve been put in the category of “suspicious,” they have massive amounts of data that they can comb through to collect a lot of information about you–to retroactively build a case justifying why you’re suspicious, to collect information about where you go and who you associate with, etc.
Yes.
So we either have secret collusion in the rank and file, or we have a surveillance state that is constantly reinforced to its subjects for fear's sake, for control.
(Well, it obviously could be both.)
BUT my point is… Up until Edinburgh, Hell has not been watching (or caring at least). And up until near the end of Armageddon't, neither has Heaven.
Oh, my poor Angel. Thousands of years, of denying yourself, of pushing Crowley away, of carrying around a tension that is it's own constellation.
After 1827 you might have reason, but for the 5000+ years before that?
Thousands of years and Heaven was not watching nor cared.
You were right to fear. And you were wrong to believe.
And that just breaks my heart.
#okay gonna go reread Spying Omens again because that's my headcanon now#I hope Azi tears out the Earth Observation cams or servers or whatever it is#where's Murderbot when you need a good hack#good omens meta#aziracrow#ineffable husbands#good omens
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(This is something that happened, so I'm making a story, just imagine phones exist back then for the sake of this story)
Imagine you are on your phone on Pinterest, you found it fun, why?
Organizing, making cute and or deranged unsettling (Possibly ones about cannibalism people think are "AeStHeTiC!1! 😍🤪", you always did question which ones where and weren't actual cannibals..) moodboards.
Look, ya are quite lonely, and your brothers aren't always fun.
Actually you're in the barn hiding from your chores at the moment. You really didn't want to clean up all those knives :(
You like to keep random things, your room is FULL of stuff you've found around the farm. You got a lot of your personality from the twins, and Bubba. You spent most of your time with them.
..or stuff you've taken but that's besides the point!
You had bottles from 1947, your oldest glass bottle is from 1937! You also have old pins, which you and your brother Chop-Top do have a rivalry over who has the coolest.. Nubbins is the mediator, saying usually something along the lines of "Ya both tied, they are both equally cool." In reality he just can't choose who he likes more sometimes
You were on your phone, you heard Drayton calling. Oh no. You put it on a hay bale and immediately jump down from the hayloft. It's.. big but you fuck around and find out too often and have quite a high pain and heat tolerance.
"(Insert your full legal name), Get yer ass out here!"
To say your stomach filled with fear was definitely.. an understatement.
What did you do to piss off Drayton now? No idea but you went to go see what he needed. Hoping you weren't in for a beating on the head or back, why? He didn't whip you, he smacked your back so hard with a broom you heard a CRUNCH. Yes, you were fine. Well mostly, definitely traumatized a wee bit.
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Meanwhile, guess who also had chores in the barn! The twins!
Guess who didn't lock, sign out, and brick their phone? You!!
Immediately they are nosey. What's their precious little-
..They didn't find porn, or anything like that.
Nah they just found the Spotify account, the notepad, which you definitely had a few issues. Specifically anger issues, you had some notepads you had to take 5 minutes to scroll through bottom too.
Your Pinterest was full of weird stuff. Odd animal pictures that look weirdly funny and distorted? Funny lil cannibalism boards, memes, a mountain of memes because you are either chronically yeehaw or chronically online, take that as you will.
They found a few moodboards about them, about our(? Your? Their? Ya get the point) Brother Drayton. Honestly it matched his personality.
Bubba's was cute and full of taxidermied roadkill, you had made both of theirs earlier, and rearranged it perfectly.
Then they found theirs.
When Nubbins saw it, you even had a picture of his knife and camera almost exactly, how cool!
You had Chop-Top's favorite band, maybe you do listen!
Then Chop-Top started hysterically laughing.
"W-w-what? What's s-so funny?"
Chop-Top gladly pointed it out.
Nubbins couldn't tell if he should laugh, cry, be offended, or plot your murder.
Meanwhile Chop-Top is dying (almost literally) of laughter. "That is the funniest shit I've ever seen her do, that takes the meat!" (You guys often don't say "take the cake", but "take the meat" as a joke.)
Fun fact, nobody actually went to school.. you guys were all homeschooled by big bro dray.
Chop-Top calmed his twin down after a while, still looking through the board, you had found many things you thought they would, it did like. You got almost everything right.
They are definitely plotting how they both can get you back tho.
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No, Drayton wasn't too pissed off. You just forgot to tell him where you were, and scared the ever-loving shit out of this poor man.
Once you got back to the barn, you climbed to the hayloft.. and noticed your phone was moved. You immediately went through it, but surprisingly nothing was out of the ordinary.. except your notepad had a new note.
"you'll end up worse<3"
Cheeky little bi-
You silently live in fear waiting for what prank they'll do next :(
#texas chainsaw massacre#tcm#chop top sawyer#drayton sawyer#nubbins sawyer#bubba sawyer#Tcmwriting#the cook#the hitchhiker
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Gumi Pop
Yan Candy Twins + G.N Reader
[Vaguely implied cannibalism, but they aren't human so it's up to interpretation]
"Cherry orrrrr blue raspberry? Neither really match with what I'm wearing, but they're pretty popular and I live to impress."
The soil is nice this time of year.
"Oh, oh! What about grape?... Mm, nah - Dunno if they changed the recipe, but the flavouring tastes like cough syrup now."
Moist and wet - the perfect place to hide... Let the worms and other nature forces find use for this sticky shell.
"Lemon is good.. but it feels too formal for a first date."
How could there be another place for him? How could you possibly love them after all he's done?
"Strawberry is another fan favorite as well as mine. Dress for the job you want as they say.... Gigi, I swear if you're doing that self deprecating monologue shit again I won't let you pick their locks like we planned."
The man immediately dries his eyes - a red smear ran across his translucent cheek as his sleeve covers his face. "Sorry, Lollie. It's just....we we've gotten so close to meeting them and I messed things up with my... accident."
Hopping off the roof of the car they arrived in, the woman pulls her brother into a hug - relieving him of the shovel in his hands. "Don't sweat it. Mistakes happen, and as soon as Y/n gets a taste of us it'll all be a thing of the past."
Giggling to herself, she pinches his cheek and plants the tool in the fresh mound of dirt - dumping the disturbed earth over the frozen face below. The pile lands center to his chest, soil and small pebbles filing the three, cylindrical holes punched right below his ribs. They'd be the first to claim his death was accidental. Readying a gift for the one they admired most in the human world, twins stopped by a convenience store a block away from your home to pick up the remaining products on their list. There really was no simple way to ease you into the idea of two sentient beings made of candy stalking you for years to learn the ins and outs of human society and falling madly in love with you along the way - but a gift basket was a start.
While Lolotte was gathering butcher knives and cards, her dear brother was in the back making himself presentable for the big meet. Unlike his siblings glossy shine and hard shell, poor Gumi was completely see through from a certain angle all the way down to his sugary skeleton. He was fortunate enough to not have any organs besides a heart, but for any unsuspecting person his appearance may still cause a fright and he didn't want to scare you away at first sight.
Gumi wanted to be cute and cuddly, just like the animal and snack his name derived from. Taking references from both, Gumi stitched together his own costume. It was really just a plush sweater with some ears and a tail sewed on, but the cute factor was high. He also fashioned a pair of paws out of his own bones and some gloves. The outfit was so adorable he couldn't help but put on a little show for himself in the mirror. Looking like a character right out of a picture book, Gumi took the liberty of acting like one as well. No way you could reject something so cute - right? Haha.. Haha.. ah..
Shit.
Turns out - mimicking bear noises in a store a location were they were apparently common wasn't such a good idea. Startled, the on staff clerk went to check out the noise fully unprepared for what he found. Equally as terrified, Gumi committed to the only logical course of action and slashed at the man before fleeing the scene. In another twist of events, solidified sugar was a lot harder and sharper than he thought and the cashier was dead by the time he had dragged his sister back to the scene of the crime. Without skipping a beat, Lolotte loaded up their items and the corpse into the trunk of his car for a quick drop off before they headed your way. The death count could've been a million times the size, and it still wouldn't have gotten in the way of her plans to make you theirs.
Gumi checks the time on his new phone. "It's getting late. We should hurry.. Plus the smell is getting to me."
"Not to worry, brother of mine." Lolotte fishes a knife out of her inner pocket and throws it in his direction. "I'll finish things up here while you go cut out your heart so we can finally wrap up Y/n's basket. You should be patched up and healed by the time I'm done, right?"
"Think so.... Thank you, Lollie." Clutching the knife to his chest, Gumi grins so hard his cheeks feel like they've spilt. "I'm so excited to finally meet them!"
He turns to the car - a sharp whistle preventing him from going far."
"Before you go, why don't you give me a preview of what you were doing in the bathroom?"
Wiping the newfound annoyance and former grief from his face, Gumi raises his wrists and bares his teeth - claws forever stained and a few missing their talon still buried in the organs of the man laud to an untimely rest as their feet. He quickly lifts his hood over his head as he puffs his chest.
"Rawr."
Sporting a grin of her own, Lolotte chuckles. "Oh, they are going to eat us alive."
#yandere twins#yandere oc#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#yandere insert#yandere headcanons#yandere x you#yandere blurb#yandere drabble#male yandere#female yandere#yandere monster#gumi my oc#lollie my oc
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It really, really hurts my heart to see what Christianity- especially American Christianity- has largely turned into. Because if it actually followed the teachings of Jesus it would be one of the most progressive religions out there.
Jesus was a brown Jewish man who had ideas that are radical even today, let alone 2,000 years ago. He was an ally and friend to the marginalized, to all people who society scorned; he regularly associated with lepers, prostitutes, tax collectors (who were hated back then), and other groups who society scorned. I have no problem believing that if Jesus were around today he would stand with today's marginalized groups, including LGBTQ+ people and BIPOC Americans.
Jesus also preached against things like greed and the commercialization of religion, famously saying that it's easier for a camel to get through the eye of a needle than it is for a rich man to enter heaven. The only time Jesus lost his shit was when he saw people commercializing a Temple by turning it into a marketplace; he was so outraged by this disrespect to God that he basically threw shit around and drove the merchants out.
Jesus also said to rend unto Caesar what is Caesar's (basically saying pay your taxes and obey the laws of the land). He said that people who make a big show of praying publicly are hypocrites, and (as demonstrated in one of my favorite parables) that poor people who give up a bigger share of their wealth to a good cause have done more than rich people who donate a proportionally much smaller amount of their wealth even though the rich people have technically give up more money. Jesus was very big on emphasizing the morality of the poor and downtrodden, who in his eyes demonstrated more virtue and nobility than the upper class of society.
And then, 2,000 years later, we have people who claim to be followers of Jesus practice things like the Prosperity Gospel, which literally claims that the richer you are the more God loves and has blessed you. And if you're poor, that's because you're sinful (oh, but if you give the pastor some money, that'll go towards your good deeds and God will find favor with you. I pinky swear).
Rich Christians may donate to charity, but only if it goes to "the right people" and they vote against policies that would alleviate poverty on a mass scale. Discrimination and outright hatred against LGBTQ+ people is fucking rampant because of a couple of throwaway lines in the Old Testament, when as I said above Jesus himself would have embraced the LGBTQ+ community. I could easily make this post twice as long by just listing out the ways today's Christians are not Christlike but I think everyone on this site already knows it.
Christianity can and has been used as a force for good. A great example is during the Civil Rights movement. A lot of organizing went on in black churches, and MLK himself was a Baptist minister. Another example is the Quakers, who had a deep religious opposition to slavery and so played a vital role as abolitionists in both the United States and Great Britain before slavery was abolished. Churches hold fundraisers and donation drives all the time, and in rural areas of many countries they are often the only lifeline their members have.
I wish so badly for Christianity to become largely known for being a tool of collective action, comfort for the marginalized and oppressed, and a force for good instead of the tool of oppression it all too often is now.
EDIT: @prismatic-bell and I had a discussion about this post here about how the story of the money-changers is actually antisemitic in origin, which I had no idea about. I'm leaving the original post unedited but I encourage people to read our exchange.
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Caroline Forbes x Reader
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Written for Fictober 2023!
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Day 29 Prompt: "That's all? Easy."
Summary: Caroline is a little overwhelmed by the amount of things that need to happen to open the Salvatore Boarding School for its first year of operation, but her SO is there to help her through.
Word Count: 1,056
Category: Fluff
A/N: Disclaimer, I haven't seen Legacies
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
"Oh. My. God."
I poked my head into the living room cautiously at the sound of my girlfriend's voice. I recognized her tone as the 'something has gone disastrously wrong and I'm about to have a meltdown' tone. I'd run to the kitchen to get coffee for both of us, and apparently in that short amount of time we'd encountered a new problem. To be fair, worse things had definitely happened in less time to us before.
"Babe?" I asked, taking a few more steps into the room. Caroline Forbes, my girlfriend and the love of my life, looked up at me, clipboard in hand and distress written all over her face. "What happened?"
"Ugh, the Salvatores happened!" she cried, throwing her hands up in the air. "I'm pretty sure they spent the past hundred years compelling anybody involved with this house, and now that new people are responsible for billing things like electric, water, gas, and whatever else you can think of, I have to deal with them all at once! And that's not even mentioning the home inspectors. And I still have to organize all the heirlooms they left laying around, just waiting to be broken. Or the fact that not a single bedroom in this place looks remotely like something a kid would enjoy living in-"
"Caroline." I'd set down our coffee mugs and now held up my hands as I slowly approached my girlfriend, stopping her spiral before it could go any further. "Take a breath, babe."
"Take a breath?" she cried, her voice actually going up an octave. "I still have to make decisions about our first class, find teachers, figure out curriculum, make sure the house is actually safe, and a thousand other things before we can open our doors, which we're supposed to be doing at the end of the summer?"
"Pft. That's all? Easy."
Caroline scoffed, her eyes practically glowing as a murderous expression spread across her face. If I didn't know her so well, I might've been worried for my safety. Instead, I closed the rest of the remaining distance between us, putting my hands on her shoulders and looking her right in the eye.
"Listen to me, right now. You are Caroline Motherfucking Forbes. You do event planning in your sleep, and I know that's a true statement, because I've heard it. This shit is right up your alley! Yeah, it's gonna be a challenge, and a lot of vampires with lazy habits are going to make it harder. But you love challenges! I've quite literally never seen you happier than when you're taking charge in the middle of chaos and pulling it all together. And we went to Paris for your birthday."
Caroline huffed and rolled her eyes, but I caught her smiling anyway. I grinned back at her, giving her shoulders a gentle shake.
"You are a force of nature, and there is literally no future where you don't pull this off. I'm not a witch, but I know it doesn't exist. Besides, you're not doing any of it alone. I'm here with you, and so are our friends. We're gonna help you every step of the way to get this school up and running. And we're gonna help you when a kid inevitably breaks some precious historic heirloom, and one of them brings home a curse from touching something they should've left alone, and every other situation you can possibly think of. We'll be here for you to lean on."
Caroline smiled. She took a deep breath, then pursed her lips and nodded, more determined than frazzled now.
"You're right. I am Caroline Forbes, and no centuries-long problem the Salvatores refused to deal with is going to get the best of me."
"Damn right."
She laughed a little, then leaned in to kiss me. We broke apart fairly quickly, since we did have quite a few things left to do, but it was enough to have a warm glow working its way through my chest.
I turned to retrieve our coffee mugs, offering Caroline's to her. Thankfully, they were still warm, and she took hers with one hand, picking up a clipboard with the other. Her eyes scanned the page for a few minutes with a critical eye. I just sipped my coffee and waited, knowing I'd need all the energy I could muster for whatever was about to come next.
"Okay... the bills are easy enough to deal with, so I'll get online and set up autopay for that. In the mean time, you're on heirloom duty. Find anything we don't want in the line of fire for kids practicing their supernatural abilities and put it in the attic."
"Yes ma'am," I said, saluting. Caroline rolled her eyes with a smile.
We started off to do our tasks, but I stopped short before leaving the room. Caroline was already buried in a task, but I took the risk of interrupting her.
"Care?"
"Hm?"
"If we get this done today... any chance we can play interior decorator for our task tomorrow?"
"Sure!" She turned around with a bright smile, a slight edge to it that I recognized and that made me immediately nervous. "And then we can deep clean all the other parts of this house that haven't been touched in years."
I groaned. "Do we have to? Can't we hire a cleaning company to deal with that?"
"Not when vampire speed will get it done at least twice as fast."
"But Caroline, there might be spiders." She crossed her arms, and I realized I was not going to win this fight. I sighed dramatically, turning to go back to the task I'd originally been on my way to do. "Fine, but if I see a spider, I'm screaming and I'm making you deal with it."
"You're an immortal vampire with super speed and super strength!"
"Yeah, and I still hate spiders!"
Her laughter echoed in the room and hallway behind me, and I smiled to myself. I loved that crazy blonde tornado of a girl, and although I complained sometimes and would continue to do so, I'd also follow her to the ends of the earth with a smile.
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okokok I’ve been thinking. I’m such a slut for pregnancy reveals with peter because UGH my heart but imagine taking the test with peter in the room with you and you wait together and see the second line at the same time and-
What better way to celebrate Peter's birthday weekend by giving him the family he deserves!
Warnings: detailed talk of pregnancy, reproductive organs, language, allusion to sex. Peter being the purest of hearts but dumbest of ass.
One's thirtieth birthday was supposed to be exciting. It was a new era. A reminder that despite all the shit you went through, you made it to the other side.
Which was why you wanted to give your boyfriend the best thirtieth birthday ever. It was what Peter deserved.
But a stupid app decided against that.
Why did you even download a period tracking app in the first place? They were most likely selling your data to third party companies.
And yet, that notification that notified you that you were fourteen days late for your period woke you right up.
Fourteen days. Two weeks.
Two whole weeks since you should have bled. But you hadn't.
Why today?
The implication was so huge, so life-changing that you weren't sure you could wait until tomorrow. After all, you and Peter had reservations for dinner and it would look highly suspicious if you didn't order any wine.
Getting pregnancy tests via Door Dash was a thing now. Maybe you could convince him to stay in and-
"Bug! We gotta read- are you okay?"
Oh fuck.
You and Peter had been dating for years. Combine that with his "Spidey sense", he knew when something was wrong.
That didn't mean it would stop you from trying.
"Yeah! It's just uh....did you see who the Yankees traded?! Unbelievable, right?"
Peter looked at you, confused, "Bug, you hate baseball."
Damn it.
Peter sat down on the bed next to you. His large hand rested on your thigh, his thumb gently stroking your soft skin..
"Bug, what's wrong?" Peter's voice was soft and reassuring, which normally you loved because it made you feel as if you could tell him anything.
Right now, that's not what you wanted. You wanted him to be selfish. To focus on his own birthday. To say that whatever was going on, could wait until tomorrow.
But he wouldn't because that wasn't Peter Parker.
Nor was it Peter Parker to agree to wait to talk about tomorrow.
Which left you to muster all the courage in your body to face your boyfriend.
"I'm......Peter, I'm late." Your voice was small and you avoided those honey glazed eyes.
Peter chuckled, "Bug, if you forgot you scheduled an appointment today, it's okay."
Oh vey. For someone who graduated at the top of his class, Peter could be dense.
"Peter, I'm not late for an appointment." You motioned to the lower half of your body, praying that would be enough. The thought of saying it out loud would confirm that this wasn't a dream.
It was.
Peter's eyes widened and his mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. The tension was so thick, you were pretty positive you could cut it with a knife.
"Um....are you sure? It's not, it's not that I don't believe you! You're just pretty g-good about taking your-"
Normally you were. Except for four weeks ago, when Peter had disappeared for three days and you weren't sure if he was alive. You couldn't recall if you ate two full meals during those days, much less take all your medication.
Peter came back, bloodied and bruised. Something to do with Chameleon. You didn't care what happened, as long as Peter was back and safe in your arms.
Both yours and Peter's faces heated up as you remembered how you two spent that reunion, after washing and cleaning up. It was spent in between the sheets for many hours.
"I guess....that makes sense," Peter commented, running a hand through his hair.
"Yeah," was all you could say. The timing tracked, there was no denying it.
"Sh-should we....test?" Peter suggested.
"Can't you use your Spidey-sense to tell?" You asked. Peter had been able to tell your cousin was pregnant due to his ability to hear the second heartbeat. Of course, it became quite awkward at the dinner table when Peter asked how far along she was and she had yet to tell anyone else in the family.....
Peter rolled his eyes, "Bug, I can only hear a heartbeat if it's already formed. Which doesn't happen until you're like seven weeks along."
You groaned, burring your head into your hands, "We're supposed to be going on a picnic to celebrate your birthday, not going to the Bodega for Joe to silently judge us for buying a bunch of pregnancy tests."
Peter's arms wrapped around your body, pulling you into his chest. You felt even more ridiculous. Here you were, sitting in bed, whining, when it was his birthday that you were ruining.
"I told you that for my birthday, I just want to spend the day with you. This is something we need to figure out sooner rather than later. Preferably before our dinner reservation since you kinda need to know if you can drink wine or not."
Peter's lips brushed against your forehead. You nodded, though it still didn't make you feel any better.
"Hey bug, look at me." You titled your head up, your eyes meeting his.
"I still love you, no matter what," Peter said before pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.
"I'm scared," you admitted. The idea of having a child with Peter wasn't something you were against. In fact, you dreamed about it often.
But in your dreams, there was a gold ring on your left hand and you two had already brought a house.
"I'm right here with ya bug." For the next few minutes, you curled into his body, his heartbeat calming the storm of emotions you were experiencing.
"Alright, let's get this over with," you sighed.
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Six pregnancy tests, two bottles of water, and one very judgemental look from Joe later, you and Peter were sitting on the couch.
You checked the timer on your phone. Fifteen minutes.
In fifteen minutes, you and Peter would learn if your uterus had a twisted sense of humor or if it was preparing to carry a whole human.
"I'm sorry," your voice, wracked with guilt, broke the silence.
Peter looked up from the pregnancy test box, an eyebrow quirked, "For what?"
You sighed, "Everything. Not remembering to take the one thing that prevents this from happening. Not realizing this before or after your birthday. Not remembering-"
Peter shook his head as he moved to the couch, sitting next to you. God, you couldn't even look at him.
"And please don't say it's fine because this is definitely not how you or I planned for this scenario to go," you interjected before he could say anything.
Peter simply nodded his head, bringing a hand to lay on your back.
"Look, whatever happens....if you are...."
"Pregnant?" Saying the word felt both relieving and terrifying.
"Yes, it's.....it's your body, so it's your decision. I'll support you no matter what."
It was the first time you dared to think about your options if that little test showed two blue lines.
"What....what do you want to do?" You whispered.
Peter shook his head, "it's not up to-"
"I know Peter. But what would you like?" You could see he was deep in thought over your question.
"It's not exactly the order of events I wanted and yeah it won't be easy," a small smile appeared on his face, "But there's no one else I'd rather have kids with. I'd....I'd love to be able to call you the mother of my child."
You could feel tears swelling in your eyes. Whether it was due to the events of today, your love for Peter, or potential pregnancy hormones, it didn't matter.
"I would...I want to have a baby with you." Peter smiled before cupping your face with his hands, pressing his lips against yours.
You were still scared shitless over the high probability that you could be pregnant. But knowing, getting confirmation that you weren't going to lose Peter, that he wanted to stay and be a parent with you-
It was comforting.
Peter broke away for air, his fingers still gently stroking your cheeks, "Is.....is now a good time to tell ya that next week I planned to pick up a ring from the jeweler?"
Your eyes widened and you're pretty certain your heart skipped a beat, "Peter Benjamin Parker, I swear to God if you're only saying that because I might be-"
"I already refer to you as my wife when I talk about you to other people and you think I would only pick up a ring because you might be pregnant?"
"Really?" Your voice was small again and for the first time since you woke up this morning, your heart felt like it was going to burst with happiness, not anxiety.
"Yes, really. I love you and there's no one else I'd rather spend my life with. When I was gone for those few days.....all I could think about was you and getting back to you. Figured that was a pretty good indicator that I wanted to marry you," the tips of his ears were turning red, the action reminding you of when you kissed him on the first date.
"Well good, because there's no one else I'd rather wait thirty minutes with to see what a stick says after I peed on it," Peter joined in on your laughter, the tension and anxiety melting away for the most part.
His eyes darted to the empty pregnancy test box on the coffee table. He picked it up, reading the directions.
"Oh," you heard him mutter.
"What do you mean 'oh'?" You asked. It wasn't the 'oh' one let out after realizing they were in love. It was the 'oh' you let out when you realized you had done something wrong.
"Uh....it says results in three minutes, not thirty," Peter muttered, refusing to look you in the eyes.
"Three minutes?!" Your neighbors definitely heard that (which was probably a nice change considering they usually heard you moaning).
"How the hell do you mix up three and thirty Peter?!"
Peter threw his hands up, as if he was getting ready to physically defend himself, "I saw the three and just assumed- I don't know how long these things take! Usually it takes them like thirty minutes to figure out if you have step!"
You rolled your eyes, "Yes, because strep throat and being pregnant are so similar."
A crimson shade took over Peter's face, "Should we....should we go check?"
"No, I was just thinking we leave it there and go get ice cream," You deadpanned.
"You're lucky you might be pregnant, otherwise I'd pick you up and toss you onto the other couch." Peter responded, his tone matching yours.
You laughed and for a moment, you felt fine. Then reality sunk in. In that little bathroom, were the results that would either keep things as is, or change your life forever.
The realization set in for Peter, who began to fidget with the empty box.
"Should w-we-"
"Yeah," you stood up, holding out your hand.
The scared shitless dread still lingered over you, but when Peter grabbed your hand, a new feeling emerged.
It was cautious, but hopeful. There's still a chance this could all go to hell in a hand basket.
But there was also a chance this would turn out alright. Better than alright.
Maybe that's what being an adult felt like? You didn't know everything to do next, should a certain result occur, but, you had a starting point, enough understanding to not make you want to run away and hide.
Who knows.
You two stopped at the bathroom, the door closed so you wouldn't be tempted to run in too early.
"Whatever happens," you paused, "I love you Peter."
"I love you too bug," a mischievous gleam twinkled in his eyes, "Is this your way of telling me there's not enough room on the door and I have to push you in freezing cold water."
You playfully rolled your eyes, "They tried and it kept flipping over!"
"I have a master's in geophysics, it was possible-"
"Jack and Rose were in an incredibly traumatic situation and had entered the early stages of hypothermia! They couldn't think about physics in a time-"
"You know, one day we can show our kid that movie and they can be the tie breaker," Peter observed.
Yeah, that was something you could do.
"Though, not until they're older. They do show tits in that film," you reminded him.
He winced "Yeah.......what would be the appropriate age? I feel like middle school is too young and-"
You chuckled, "Why don't we find out first if we're having a child right now."
Peter smiled sheepishly, "Yeah, guess we should do that first."
Your eyes darted to the sink. It felt like you were deep in a haze. Was this really happening?? Was it possible that this was somehow a long, hyper-realistic dream?
The pressure you felt as Peter's hand squeezed yours signaled that was real.
"We're having a baby," you heard him whisper, his voice full of pleased wonder.
"Yeah," a smile slowly spread onto your face, "We're having a baby. Happy birthday Peter."
"Best gift I've ever gotten," was all he could get out before you grabbed onto his shirt, pulling his lips towards yours.
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Group projects are the worst, but at least the cute guy Vio likes is in their group, so it can't be all bad, right?
This is my enerty for fsff, for the vampire prompt
Wouldn't it be funny if i made a vampire au where Shadow is just a normal ass human, i joked some months ago. Anyways, thanks Four Swords Fright Fight for giving me an excuse to actually write this au. i'm gonna use it for all five weeks, so we will see more of them.
The only thing Vio could smell as Clair ushered them into her apartment was garlic. Wrinkling their nose, they realized they where regretting not insisting in doing this group project on their own more and more. The things they would do for a stupid crush, they swears it makes them stupid.
“You like it?” Clair chuckled, “Roasted garlic tomato spaghetti and garlic bread. Figured we could eat some before we started studying.”
“Or at least,” Jen added with a laugh as she stuck her head out from the kitchen, “The three of us can.”
Vio gave them both an unimpressed raised eyebrow. “Is this about Shadow? You two do know that vampires can like, exist, in the same general vicinity to garlic right? It just smells like shit.”
“Sure, but we can still make it squirm a bit.”
“What a great host you are,” There was a knock on the door as Vio spoke, “Can’t wait for the rumors to be just that, it’ll be hilarious when it loves garlic.” Vio made his way to the table where the girls already had their own books and laptops set up, and sat down as Clair went to answer the door.
Rolling her eyes before opening it, she put on a big smile as she greeted their last group member. “Shadow! Hey.”“Hi.” Shadow poked its head in a bit, and seeing the other two there already it frowned. “I’m not late, am I?”
“No, no! Vio just got here as well.” Her overly sweet smile was annoying Vio, and they weren’t even the one she was trying to fuck with. Trying being the key word, as Shadow seemed to be oblivious to it.
“Cool, cool. I, uh, brought some snacks?” It lifted a bag, adorn with the logo from the convenience store around the corner, and gave the three and awkward, one corner smile.
“Aw, that’s great, Thanks Shad!” She smiled at it and made her way back into the apartment, sharing a look with Jen that had Vio rolling their own eyes when Shadow didn’t follow her in right away.
“Shadow,” They added themself, “Why don’t you come in and put those on the table.”
“Oh!” It quickly entered the apartment and closed the door, embarrassed flush on its face. “Right. Yeah. Uh, hi, Violet? Was it?”
“Vio.”
“Right, I-” Shadow wrinkled its own nose, face twisting as if it had tasted something awful. “Is that, garlic?”“It is. Entirely to much garlic.” Vio nodded in exasperated agreement.
“Isn’t it great?” Jen came back out with a bowl of the pasta. “I figured I would make us dinner, since Clair was nice enough to let us work on the project at her place.”
“Oh, yea. That was nice of you.” Shadow glanced at the bowl, nose still winked like it had smelled something that had died. “But I um, I’m allergic to garlic, actually, so y’all have fun with that. I’ll be good with just the snacks.”
“Oh no, I’m so sorry! I wish I had known.” Jen’s words where so fake, and it was all honestly beginning to piss them off.
“Uh no, really, it’s fine?” Shadow put its hands up in a small gesture of surrender, eyebrow raised, looking, honestly just a bit confused. “I brought plenty, and it’s not like I was planing on eating here anyways.” The girls shared a look, and visibly had to hold back giggles as they continued to ‘apologize’ to Shadow, who shared its own, much more confused, look with Vio, who just shook their head. “Uh, so, what’s going on?”
Running through his option in his head, Vio decided that this was, in fact, not worth it. No mater what Red said. Slamming their hands on the table as they stood, to get the girls attention, Vio leveled them with a glare. “You know what, I’ve just decided, I actually don’t want to do this project with you two. Shadow keep your snacks, trust me you don’t either.”
“Oh thank Hylia. I never wanted to.” Shadow didn’t even bother looking sorry as it spoke, just shrugging his shoulders when Clair gave him a look.
Vio had to hold back a laugh of their own at that, giving the girls the same sickly sweet fake smile the had been giving Shadow since he arrived, though theirs had much more fang in it. “I would say it was nice, but I’m not interested in tricking you. Next time you plan on pulling a prank on someone who’s not even your friend, maybe don’t tell it to someone else who also doesn’t like your fake bullshit.”
Jen just stared at Vio’s fangs as Clair used her friend as a human shield, as if Vio was actually going to attack them. Please, they had far more class then that. Shadow however, looked like a light bulb was just smashed over its head, and it was pissed about it. “Oh come on! Is this about the vampire thing? Really? How many times do I have to explain to people that just because I’m goth and allergic to garlic does not mean I’m a vampire.”
“You didn’t come in the apartment, either.” Jen added, with far to much confidence for someone who was currently being used as a human shield.
“Yea! Because I’m autistic!” It laughed. “Besides, who the fuck just, walks into someone’s home without being told to when they barely know them?”
“Most humans, for some reason.” Vio added. “Also, vampires technically can, we just, for the most part, agree that it’s rude.”
“Because it is! I swear, I do not get neruotypical people.” Shadow hooked its own arm with Vio’s, pulling the vampire back towards the door. “Come on, lets go.”
Any intimidation Vio had on the girls faded as they proceeded to short circuit. Do humans still consider this gesture a courting thing? Or was Shadow just being friendly and making a point? the last time Vio had dated a human, they had also still been human, so they really didn’t know, but they hoped the blush on Shadow’s face was an indication.
When Vio did come back to his senses the two where about half a block away from Clair’s apartment, and Shadow was furiously texting. Vio couldn’t make out much of the conversation, other then the contact name ‘Puppy,’ as the whole conversation was moving to fast.
Curious, they leaned closer, grinning when Shadow shuddered a bit, but the human just turned to them with a big smile. Before Vio could ask any of the questions they now had, Shadow spoke, putting his phone away as it did. “Letting my girlfriend know my plans for the evening have changed a bit.”
“Oh?” Vio mused with a frown, debating texting their own partner about the nights plans. “Does she like to know where you are all the time?”
“Nah, but I like to keep him updated.” Shadow laughed, light and airy as it leaned into Vio. “Her and his other boyfriend love to keep a tally of how many people accuse me of being a vampire. I’m pretty sure they take bets on it?”
Vio responded with a small breathy laugh and a bewildered look, until they realized Shadow was serious. “How, how does that even work?”
“I donno. I think its monthly.” It shrugged. “Like whoever gets closest in a month wins? Don’t ask me what they win, I have no idea.”
“Ah. Alright then.” Vio chuckled, they had decided notifying Red was pointless. The Fae had probably assumed that Vio and Shadow would dip at first opportunity, seeing as she knew Vio didn’t like the girls in their group.
“Sooo,” Shadow cut through their thoughts, “Wanna go do something else, or do you have a partner to get back to now?”
“Oh don’t worry, they know exactly what my plans for the night are,” They grinned at their Shadow, “After all, it was only with his convincing that I came at all.”
“Oh!” It laughed at that, a full body laugh that had it leaning away from the force. As soon as Shadow calmed down, however, it leaned back in. “So we’re in the same boat tonight then. Come on darling, I’ll show you my favorite secluded spot in the park.”
“Careful,” Vio’s voice dropped as they let Shadow drag them along, “I think that’s how you humans get bit.”
“Oh don’t worry about that,” It shot them a coy smile, “That’s what I’m counting on.”
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Something that is on my mind currently: The formality of AKC events vs the more lax nature of most other organizations.
Thoughts? Which is your preference and why?
This is a great question and I've been chewing on it all evening. We'll just train-of-thought it:
So I am obviously involved in a bunch of dog sports and I also regularly volunteer for four different clubs. I am at a mixture of AKC and non-AKC events more or less equally.
For conformation, I've been to one (1) AKC specialty and had a negative experience. My dachshund is 75% workingline and he does not match what is winning in the ring. The judge was rude to me and the club president told me to stick to sports. I'm more pissed than upset, but it has affected me. I've entered Zaku in the terv specialty next weekend and oh my god I am so anxious. I don't want to be treated badly again.
I love UKC confo shows. They're so relaxed. You can wear whatever you want. At the Western Classic I 100% planned to dress up but the nosework trial started an hour late so I ended up doing containers with Kermit, then picking him up and running back to my car so I could grab Zaku and run to the herding dog ring. It's the big huge regional on the West Coast and I walked into the ring wearing jeans and a t-shirt and no one batted an eye.
They're also super welcoming. I see so many people who like. don't show. at all, and they enter their dogs just to try it out and other competitors just adopt them into the fold and give them tips and lend them show leads and the judge will patiently walk them through how to gait them. It's so nice.
For agility I've done CPE, AKC, and USDAA. I did CPE for quite some time before I went, wait I'm not enjoying, this, and allowed myself to quit. I dislike points games and you have to get up to Level 5 in every single points game to get your CATCH. Also, CPE is only offered by one single facility in my area and I don't care for a lot of the people there (love the facility owners, can't say the same for their employees). I haven't gotten into NADAC because the closest NADAC shows are held at this facility and there is a lot of overlap in attendance.
I like AKC agility just fine. There is a Lot of Shit that goes on at AKC trials, and the atmosphere is a hell of a lot more competitive than CPE, but I'm not really turned off or anything. The one USDAA trial I've been to was a lot like AKC, but I think that's because there's a ton of overlap in the people who attend. The cool people who I like that do AKC also do USDAA. I may have opinions on course differences now that I have a fast, competitive dog, but with Kermit and Bindi I don't really care? Though USDAA courses are super long so Kermit may struggle. We'll see.
I have no real interest in any of the European clubs. Like ISO or whatever it's called. I am not that competitive and the vibes kind of repel me.
I've only done AKC tracking and a lot of the people are super lovely and I enjoy spending time with them.
I've been to AKC earthdog and AWTA den trials. The earthdog trials I've been to are put on by the dachshund clubs (aka the club I left in aggravation and the club I refuse to join), so that kind of colors my perception. The AWTA den trials have been put on by real terrier people-- little old ladies in their 70s and 80s who have been hunting their terriers underground on tough game for 50 years. So they are very no-nonsense and they know more about dogs than I ever will. I like them. In terms of setup the tunnels and rules are basically the same. They're even held at the same locations.
Nosework-- I've had very limited experience, though my goal for this winter is to get Kermit through Novice and make good headway on Open (or Advanced?). I'd like to get his L1 someday but NACSW offers so few shows close to me at times that are convenient for me, so who knows when that will happen.
Tons of overlap. Everyone who is volunteering at trials is competing in both venues. A lot of people who are really serious about nosework (students of the sport) are competing at both venues. I will say the NASCW diehards tend to be pretty snobby towards AKC. I think both venues have a lot to offer so it kind of depends on how you feel. The single UKC nosework trial I've been to is even easier than AKC because they allow faults in Novice.
Racing/Fast CAT-- I will say Fast CATs tend to be a hell of a lot more chaotic. They also take a lot longer. And I've seen way more loose and runaway dogs (as in, leave the track and rapidly leaving the parking lot too). I think it's mostly because it attracts casual people who may or may not have trained their dogs, and LGRA tends to attract people who are a bit more serious about racing? Also, the LGRA/CWA meets I volunteer at offer practice sessions which are SO. INCREDIBLY. HELPFUL. when you are starting a dog. Sometimes a dog only needs a ten foot bump to start out and that's it! You can also start your baby puppy in practice sessions. You can spend their first year doing really short sprints so they learn the ropes (this is what I'm doing with Zaku) before they start competition runs. It is incredibly helpful.
With a Fast CAT your dog runs or it doesn't and it's at the club's discretion whether they are willing to work with you or not. Also Fast CATs are super expensive compared to LGRA.
I will say that CWA does have whippet snobs, which is kind of annoying. But the extremely lovely whippet people do make up for it. And honestly most breeds have snobs, so whatever.
I don't have as much experience with CATs/lure coursing but honestly the same clubs are putting them on so the same observations apply.
I am probably leaving something out but these are my observations. Also I volunteer whenever I am not actively warming up, cooling down, running, or exercising my dogs, so people tend to be very nice to me. That definitely influences my opinions; if I kept to myself more people might not be as welcoming.
Thank you for asking!
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do you have a masterpost or some key posts that help explain the setting/worldbuilding or context for your ocs? or intro posts to learn about them?
oh shit oh shit oh shittttt ok i really need to organize a little better around here BUT i have a little bit i can offer right now! (ive been meaning to make intro posts for my ocs, thank you for the reminder—i will try to get on that soon!)
(LOTS under the cut you have no idea how much i have to say!! thank you SO much for this ask)
The World
Alana and her friends live in a huge, dying cyberpunk city.
Ten years ago, the algorithm governing the city decided that infinite capitalistic growth was no longer sustainable, and went into power saving mode. Those who hid, survived; the vast majority of the city's inhabitants were given a choice between dying and going into stasis. It's not like they could just leave—The Old Internet is chewed up and defunct, existing only in archives; the remains of GPS satellites have long since crashed to earth; and it's not like an old map would be much good, since a city in what was once barren Nevada is now... on the coast.
Understandably, the ones surviving today are still traumatized, as well as lost and more than a little bored.
(The city's name hasn't been established yet—i might just call it The City but i'm not sure yet.)
Characters
Each of these characters is diligently tagged on my blog, so you can search through all of my art that features them!
Alana/The Watcher (she/her) – One of the most capable fighters in town. Angry and quiet, but deeply caring. Died and was brought back to life by Ethlyn, now running on both red and black blood. Literature nerd and occasional writer. Zinnia's lover, Ethlyn's best friend, and Hostility's dueling partner.
Electra (any) – An outsider with a close relationship with Alana. Can suck the charge out of electronics, store it, and release it. One of the two people who can evenly duel Alana (Hostility being the other). Protective and confident.
Zinnia (she/her) – A workaholic journalist who was nearly killed attempting to cover a public massacre. Saved by Alana and given a new body by Ethlyn, she now does basically the same stuff as before, but tails Alana and keeps track of her reputation. Quiet and serious, tending to come off as rather cold. Alana's lover.
Ethlyn Calloway (she/her) – A genius engineer, especially in the field of cybernetics, and kind of a horndog. Made most of her friends' augments and then some. Extremely hyperactive, chronically short of sleep, and prone to mood swings. The cast's leading historian on the old, defunct Internet. Bell's girlfriend and Alana's savior.
Bell Anderson (he/she) – An incredibly skilled medical doctor and surgeon. Helps Ethlyn with installing cybernetics, and was critical to Alana and Zinnia's survival. Also a highly capable chef (a good thing, too—Ethlyn would survive on nuggies alone without him). Amiable, generous, and open. Ethlyn's lover and caretaker, but gets along well with just about anyone.
Hostility (she/her) – A capable engineer and swordsmith. Made all of her own augments, as well as Nico's and some of Darcy's. Makes and maintains Alana's weaponry as well as many others'. Built an entire car out of scraps from the junkyard that she melted down and reforged. Wise and laid-back. Crowe's girlfriend, Alana's friend, and one of Rat's closer friends.
Rat Manchu (she/it) – An informant. The "word on the street." Shrewd, greasy, and much smarter than she looks. Kind of an asshole and hard to get along with, but ultimately means well. (Usually.) Also has a car (but Nico usually takes the keys before she can do anything stupid). Gay and in love with Nico and Darcy.
Nico Lombard (they/them) – A former cop and current encrypted-data-vault-slash-blank-slate. Jailbroken thanks to Hostility and Darcy, and now lives with Darcy and Rat. Still figuring themself out. Gay and in love with Darcy and Rat.
Darcy Relayer (shx/hxr) – A 1337 H4XX0R with some of the juiciest databases on the network at hxr (many) fingertips. A little bit insane. Just as hyperactive as Ethlyn, but more data-driven. Prone to using goofy slang terms from bygone eras. Gay and in love with Rat and Nico.
Crowe Stormwell (she/they) – A dancer and prostitute at the Z-Axis bar. Ethlyn's favorite test subject to try new types and models of cybernetics on. Whimsical and a horndog. Hostility's girlfriend.
Aly (any) – [WIP] The bartender at the Z-Axis. The cast's only fully fledged android.. Crowe's roommate.
The Guitarist (she/her) – A traveler from abroad who plays at the Z-Axis, though sometimes you can hear her music on the wind at the edge of town. Blind and mute, relying mainly on her guitar to communicate. Doesn't really have any strong ties to anyone, past or present. Mysterious, but easy to get along with.
Lizzy (xe/xer) – A reclusive tailor, printer, and artist responsible for a lot of the group's clothing, especially the quality stuff like Alana's outfits and Bell's lab coat. Capable of restoring physical media like books, as well as giving tattoos.
The Keeper (she/her) – The sole occupant of the lighthouse at the edge of town. A little cagey, but ventures into town now and again. Farms her own food, and trades with the rest of the cast on occasion.
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💖💐 Precious soul 💐💖
A fanfic were Bruce and Vance like the reader
Chapter 4 🫶🏻
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
You slowly open your eyes the sunrise to your view, you sit up gazing at Vance's snoring body and a piece of weed next to him. Your eyes widen 'shit.' everything from last night was very hazy and blurry only thing you could clearly remember was that you and Vance smoked weed.
Vance oddly looked peaceful when he sleeped unless his load snores. You carefully shook him, Vance quickly woke up and rubbed his eyes "mhm? What happened?" He asks calmly while admiring you silently. "You have to go to your house Vance, my mom will freak if she finds out that I let a boy sleep over" you remark at him slowly standing up "Oh right" he uttered as he got up quickly.
You both got down the roof, Vance helping you. You both make it to your room by the window and you sit on your bed, Vance quickly takes his black backpack he had brought yesterday. Before he could make it out the window you stop him "Hey Vance, see you tomorrow?" You called with a sleepy smile on your face "Yeah, ofcourse you'll see me, we have classes together" he remarked as he rolled his eyes with a slight smirk. You get up your bed and hug him before he leaves, Vance slowly hugs back.
A slight frown adorning his face thinking to himself that you probably didn't remember anything that happened yesterday. That all that courage and confidence he builded up went out the window. That he couldn't persue his love for you quicker, he had to find a way so you both could be together alone again. Thought the blonde haired boy.
You slowly pull away from him gazing at him with a smile. Vance puts his hand on your cheek and carresses it carefully "See you Y/n". He exits the room as you watch him through the window, you strutted back to your bed and layed on it, your heart was beating so fastly and your cheeks were burning up. 'Why were you like that right now? Did Vance make you feel like this? He's just your friend right? You only see him as one thing?' you just needed to stop thinking about Vance that's all. Your eyes slowly closed as you drifted to sleep.
.......
'Ring Ring' your telephone rang. You slowly woke up and got the phone "Hello?" You say with a sleepy tone, waiting for a response "Hey Sunshine" a voice greeted through the phone. The famous nickname Bruce had called you the night or your first date. "Oh, hey Bruce" you greet back leaning against the wall resting your head against it. "Got any plans for today?" Bruce asks a tint of nervousness in his voice. You softly smile at the question noticing his little nervousness through the phone "No, other than just seeing tv, not much" you uttered twirling the phones wire. "Well uhm do you wanna do something today like go to the park have a picnic or something" he rambled "A picnic would be nice Bruce" you softly stated "Ok uhm at what hour would you wanna go?" He softly asked with an unsertain tone "is it fine at 12?" You suggest.
"Yeah! We'll see you at the park" Bruce says his farewell as he hangs up. You hang up and go to your room deciding on what to wear, you finally decide on what to wear and you get a small basket to get some snacks for the picnic.
Timeskip to 12 pm 🙀🙀🙀
You finally make your way to the park and see none other than lovely Bruce sitting on blanket legs crossed with a small flower bouquet that looked handpicked and a small basket with some snacks for the both of you. You sit on the blanket as you place your basket next to his "Hello Bruce" you softly greet as you studied his features and his outfit was quite fashionable. You gently grinned at him "Oh hey sunshine" he cheerfully greeted back as he beamed "Uhm i got these for you, I tried to get the prettiest flowers here" he timidly handed you the small bouquet of flowers that were nicely organized. "These are really pretty, thank you" you smoothly said with a gentle smirk "I'm glad you liked them.... And you're looking really beautiful today Y/n" he shyly said looking down at the blanket with a small smile. "Thanks you're looking very handsome yourself lover boy." You cooly remarked holding his hand gently and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
"So what do you want to do?" You questioned him "Uhm i don't know, do you wanna eat any snacks?" He asked nervously "Sure" you calmly responded and started eating some sandwiches Bruce had brought "Mhmmmm these are really good, did you make them?" You curiously ask while munching on the delicious sandwich "Yeah, but my mom helped me with them so that's probably why they taste so good" Bruce responded as he grinned lightly. "I think you're gonna be a good cook when you grow up" you calmly comment as you finish with your sandwich. "You think so?" Bruce blankly questions tilting his head "For sure you actually dedicate your time into making the food taste good" you remark with a slight smile on your face "Mhm i guess so" he mutters as he softly grins.
"Hey, can we go get some more flowers?" You ask with your sole purpose is getting them so you can make Bruce a flower crown. "Yeah for sure!" Bruce agreed as he got up and gave you his hand so you could stand up too. You both walked to where there were more flowers hand in hand, you both started picking them up putting them in your basket since you still had space. You both finished getting a good amount of flowers and went back your spot, you both sat down and Bruce layed down with his head on your lap admiring your features with a starstruck face while you started making his flower crown.
"Hey Y/n" Bruce uttered gently "Yes loverboy?" You calmly responded focused on making the flower crown. "Do i deserve you?" He bashfully interrogated small frown noticeable on his features. "Ofcourse you do, you're amazing and never let anyone tell you otherwise, ok?" You gently replied as you took your attention off the flower crown and leaned in to give him a soft, sweet kiss on his lips. You smiled in the kiss as you carressed his cheeks gently, you pulled away with a soft smirk as you gazed at him with gentle eyes. "Can you sit up for a minute?" You asked him as he did what you asked, you both made eye contact both lost in eachothers eyes.
You tenderly put the flower crown on his head. The light yellow and white flowers accentuating his features, you smiled at him as you holded his hands. "Do you like it?" You questioned Bruce softly, "Ofcourse i like it, it's really pretty Y/n" he replied cheerfully beaming at you.
You both layed down, your head on his chest as you both chatted about different stuff, your hobbies, interest etc.
Hope y'all liked this chapter and sorry I've taken so long i have school and i stay till 5 and i can't even use my phone in classes and i get tired too quickly to write stuff so yeah bare with me ppl 😻🙏 anyways hope y'all r having a great day and yeah 💖💖
#bruce yamada#bruce yamada x reader#the black phone#the black phone x reader#vance hopper#vance hopper x reader#gn reader#tbp#tbp x reader#spotify
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Eyo so-
Since I have ADHD and Mysta has ADHD it's self projecting time!!!
Mysta Rias and Reader with ADHD
Mysta wasn't surprised when you told him- actually the entirety of Luxiem- Shoto already knew.
Mysta just had a feeling... Something was definitely off about you unlike the others- like him!
Everyone got an answer one way while you got the same answer doing it a whole different way- like how did you even get that?! Only Mysta can truly understand that feeling-
He wasn't too good at catching himself when he went of track but he was good at catching you straying away from the original subject.
It's why he felt so comfortable just talking around you. With a lot of people, I always tried to stay overly conscious about what he was saying, he didn't wanna stray away into 5 subjects at once and throw everyone off... that happened a lot. No one was able to keep up- but with you, he could go through 5 subjects in 1 minute and you could keep up the ENTIRE time, even going ahead of him.
It mostly was brought up when Luca asked.
"Oh, ya! I have ADHD!"
"Oh shit, really? Mysta does too I think," Vox comments, "For some reason I had a hunch you were neurodivergent in some way..." Mysta said
But with that came the struggles. But struggles both of you could relate to, so it didn't feel as lonely.
Both of you had a tendency to talk over others on accident. The impulsivity that comes with ADHD causes this. Yeah, yeah, neurotypical people do this too, but not nearly as much. For ADHD, it can affect personal relationships, just like any other symptom of ADHD.
Both of you have a small ass attention span, and you commend Mysta for people able to play the whole game of The Quarry, or Minecraft for even 5 minutes on his own. You loved games with puzzles and stuff, like Madison since it was horror... but you had a small amount of patience and even less for focus so for finding the damn green safe passcode, you opted for looking it up on Google over actually finding it-
You and Mysta help each other with getting work done- usually it seems like Mysta's the one doing the reminding. Hell sometimes he'll stream while you're in VC with him since you were doing something like homework. If he heard what sounded like you going off track, he was instantly nudging you back to your work until you got it done. You did the same for him. If he had some shit to do but was procrastinating, you'd push him back on track.
Hyperactive episodes are wild when you got 2 people with ADHD in the room-
You two will rage at the faking disorder cringe compilations for HOURS... you two will MALD over people who fake ADHD so much Jesus christ-
"NO- IF YOUR GIRLFRIEND HAS ADHD I'M MORE THAN 110% SURE SHE WON'T GET HYPER ON COFFEE!!" "Yeah!!"
"THAT'S WHY SHIT LIKE ADDERALL AND VYVANSE CALM US DOWN BUT MAKES ANYONE WHO DOESNT HAVE ADHD HYper- I physically can not get a sugar rush- I've never had a sugar rush in my life!!" "Exactly! Caffeine doesn't do shit to us... like if she were to have something similar to ADHD then you mean ADD... because people with ADD get hyper from shit like Adderall. It has the opposite affect on people without ADHD!" "That's why it's so addicting too!"
Mysta would gladly listen to you ramble about your hyperfixations, obviously jumping in with a comment here or there.
You'd do the same, and if you both shared the same hyperfixation at that moment? Oh boy... silence doesn't exist-
You're both patient with each other.
You know you have to get work done but Mysta won't shut the fuck up about something, you get his attention and gently remind him you need to get something done before the hyperfocus wears off- he understands and fucks off to do something else for a little bit until you're done. If you're rambling off about whatever the fuck, the does the same.
"I'm sorry but I gotta get this done! I'll talk to you and listen in a little okay? I love you!~"
But oh jesus christ what is a clean room honestly-
Organization? What??
Organizer? I hardly even know 'er-
Both of your rooms are a death trap.
Who's is worse? We don't know. We can't tell. We're too afraid to get close to either person's room door.
But sometimes you band together with that hyperfocus mentality currently affecting you and get y'all's rooms cleaned one by one...
But it ain't staying like that for long...
It's fucked up in a week max
Usually in 2 days it's back to the way it was. Honestly what was the point? We don't know- but "Hey! I found my Miku pop figure I was looking for!!"
With impulsivity comes great spending habits lmao-
Between the two you MIGHT be better-
If you exclude thr 100 dollars you spent using Christmas to get Xiao when you lost his 50/50 to Diluc
But you are bad about spending small amounts of money on the stupidest shut you find online or in somewhere like Walmart or Target-
Only like 4 dollars but still-
You when to Walmart with the intent on getting groceries but came back with toys that you for distracted by, 2 gallons of Milo's Sweet Tea (or unsweetened if you're uncultured- fuck unsweet tea, this post was made by the sweet tea gang-), candy, some random ass kids art supplies, the kids gummy vitamins, and more random candy you got at the check out counter... as well as McDonald's.
"(Y/n) that's... that's not groceries.." "technically it IS groceries!-" "not the ones we needed though! You can nOT be trusted!" "YoU CAN'T EITHER-"
Y'all spent the next like 3 hours playing with Legos and shit bro-
Mysta on his way to try and clean his room but ended up finding some old pictures and stuff he forgot about.. you walked in and ended up joining him.
Please anything but the actual task I have to do-
When you have conversations and go from topic A to topic 10 in 5 minutes people ask how and then proceed to be amazed at how you do mental gymnastics all the way from how the conversation began to how it finished flawlessly and Mysta's just there like "yep... sounds about right"
How do you even remember what our conversation what about?!-
.... ssshhhh... don't question the ways of the neurodivergents...
ADHD isn't fun, but it can be more bearable when someone who can relate is around to talk about it and you help each other through it.
#halo; random shit#Halo; VTubers#luxiem#anycolor#nijisanji en#nijisanji#nijien#mysta rias#mysta rias x reader
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Weird question but how rich are these kids? Damon said that Wills family is like one of the Wealthiest in country (still don't know what his parents are doing for a living but apparently they travel around for business) they own a set of luxury cars to choose from and have their own private helicopter which Will used to ship Alex around, and live in a gigantic ass mansion up a hill with maids and shit, Will apparently can also afford to buy the Fane mansion without problem first thing after marrying Emory even though he didn't have a proper job. Ricka basically is the heiress of Tiffany & Co a diamond Empire. Michael even outside his daddy dearest is making bank as an NBA player who owns a private yacht and buys his fiance a quarter of a million necklace for his own pleasure. Oh and and they all own Graymor Christiane which I think is a real estate company and operate some luxury resort together, for real are they all billionaires or what?
Which family do you think is the Wealthiest? For me it had all always been a toss-up between the Graysons and the Fanes given what Damon said about them and what we see on the sidelines.
short answer: they're stupid rich
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long answer:
We're not really supposed to know because giving any kind of numbers puts a limit on what they can realistically do. But....
The Fane's, Crist's, Torrance's, and Grayson's are probably high millions into the billions?
The Fane's are the wealthiest family in Thunder Bay, and Rika has come into her inheritance and the diamond business.
As for the Grayson's, Damon says that they are one of the wealthiest families in the country, so possibly right behind the Fanes? Will says A.P. wasn’t wealthy like the rest of his peers in high school. Most likely, he married rich in college using his charm and associations, and then went into business and politics. While his grandfather is a sitting Senator, we don’t know what Will’s parents do, if they work or what sort of businesses they run. However, his parent's or grandfather have no intention of cutting Will off of his inheritance, and are probably waiting for him to become more responsible.
Gabriel Torrance and Evans Crist made no attempts to conceal they were using unethical methods to acquire large amounts of money. Both Torrance's and Crist's are involved in real estate, while the Torrance's are also involved with owning media outlets and organized crime. Damon has been disinherited, and it was given to Banks, while Michael is still waiting on his. Now that he is the sole heir, he will inherit everything.
The Moris' I would say are mid-millions. We know that Kai's mother walked away from an inheritance for love, and his father didn't come from money. They had to build themselves up from the bottom. Kai's father is shown to have high moral standards, so I doubt he's cheating his way to the top, but he's still got some power.
The Ashbys' are probably mid millions. I'm not sure what her father did outside of being Mayor, but he also wasn't that honorable, having stolen money from Rika's father. Whatever they had, it was enough for Damon to go after and still be content with his lot in life.
At least that's what I assume. I could be completely off. Maybe they're all billionaires because why not? Who's really counting?
The Scott's are different. We know that Emory's grandfather built their house in the 1930s, so they own it as an asset. While the house itself might not be of much value, depending on how well Martin maintained it, given it's location it could easily be worth the higher hundred-thousands. Martin's police salary wouldn't have been much while Emory was in school, since he was a patrol officer. Additionally, he paid a part of her tuition, so he probably wasn't saving a huge amount. We also know Emory's inheritance was enough to put her through four years of school if she chose to use it, which is not a small amount. (Edit: Emory's inheritance was about $37,500; she would have needed to work very hard to make that stretch over 4 years to have her grandmother in a nursing home full-time. And since that wouldn't have lasted very long, she'd need to find a job soon after graduating. Even then, a good portion of her paycheck would have gone to her grandmother's nursing home. This girl hustled.)
How much money the Scott's have would depend greatly on how much insurance money they received after their parent's death, if her parents had life insurance, how much money her grandparents had for them to inherit, and what they're actual expenses were living in a small but affluent town. They weren't as rich as the other families, but they weren't dirt poor either.
But you're right, anon. Together they own a real estate company that runs a luxury resort, Coldfire Inn. Will owns Coldfield. Damon and Emory own equal shares of a design firm. Winter has her humanitarian efforts and tours as a performer. Rika is mayor, which comes with a nice salary (though she hardly needs it, and all things considered, is probably her least profit endeavor.) Banks has Gabriel's empire, and Kai owns Sensou. If they weren't billionaires at the start, they're probably pretty close now.
As always, new thoughts are welcome!
edited for spelling and grammar. removed gifs, and as new information connects.
#asked and answered#devil's night series stuff#the horsemen of devil's night#the women of devil's night#ko's headcanons#asked and answered 23
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What do you think of the first round results? Any predictions on what the #1 will wind up being based on it?
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Oh, number one is without a doubt going to be either Stuck Inside or Terrible Things. I was wrong with my guesses last time because there were so many huge bangers on the list but with a tournament half-composed of tiny artists no one's heard before, it wouldn't surprise me to see an undefeatable popularity sweep
That being said I actually have NO CLUE what any of the other rounds are going to look like!!! I didn't think some of these songs would be getting past round 1 but the support they got really surprised me! Graveyard Shift in particular was at the bottom of the bracket in terms of views and nominations and that SWEPT (though I'm hoping people who continue to support that song perhaps stop by for some others as well!)
There were DEFINITELY quite a few that surprised me, so let me go through the list real quick!
Bunny Boy winning the first poll was actually a huge surprise. I kind of fell in love with Let Me In so I didn't pay much attention to the other two at first, but a majority of the comments LOVED Bunny Boy and it was really fun to see that outpouring of support!
Pictures VS. Ruin was a surprise to me mostly because I figured Kyle Allen's reputation would give that song a boost. I loved both of these songs so much so I was on the edge of my seat to see if Ruin could pull through!
FIVE NIGHTS ACTUALLY MADE IT PAST ROUND 1 I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT AT ALL with how much Close To Home also got beat, I wasn't expecting a rap song like the style FabvL does to get very far. But it's SUCH A BANGER I was so sure it would die (I feel bad for Human Shaped Grave though. I didn't realize until it was too late that the view count kind of put it into a weird spot next to two way more popular artists 😔 that's my bad)
Behind the Mask and This Is The Last Night were actually tied for a few days and I would have been SO happy if they both went through but Alas
LOVELY THINGS. IM SO SORRY. IM SO SORRY I DID THAT TO YOU BUT NO ONE ELSE STOOD A CHANCE AGAINST THE BEAST THAT IS STUCK INSIDE. YOU WERE THE ONLY HOPE TO KILL IT BEFORE IT DECIMATED THE COMPETITION not that I'd be upset if it won, it's a banger
Ruined Lullaby you put up a good fight 😔 the absolute bop that is the bridge could not save it but I'm glad it got as far as it did
I DID NOT THINK BLOOD RUNS THICKER WOULD WIN IM GONNA BE HONEST. The songs that move on in these tournaments usually have a particular style and this was not it but honestly I'm so glad it pulled through
I'm a little bummed You're Coming With Us didn't make it, solely cause I'm a sucker for vocaloid (shoutout to vocacircus for making constant bangers) but What Remains Of Me was SOOOO GOOD this one was HARD but I'm a vocaloid girlie at heart. It's okay YCWU I still love you
THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH TO THE PERSON WHO ADVOCATED FOR TILT-A-WHIRL I WOULD HAVE BEEN SO SAD IF IT LOST ROUND 1 HOLY SHIT. YOU REALLY PULLED THROUGH no shade to FYSTBOL but it is first and foremost a silly meme song and Tilt-A-Whirl had so much passion in it 🥺
I can't say anything about Render Me Alive cause I haven't listened to it yet but I hope you guys liked it 👍
In My Eyes Now was winning the whole week so it was actually a HUGE shock to see What Lurks In Shadows pull through last minute. I'm not too upset about a Nightcove loss here since there's like 6 others on this side of the bracket but holy shit where did you all come from (thank you for voting I love you)
I did NOT think Mechanized And Alive would be winning for most of the week. I thought for sure the delivery on the second verse would harm it but no!!! Yall were surprisingly adamant about that one!!!
CHRONICLES OF BONNIE AND TREAT YOU RIGHT WERE CONSTANTLY A PERFECT 50/50 I WAS SO SCARED as much as I still have a grudge against scraton for making the original tournament so hard to organize, I did have to admit COB was surpsingly good and I'm glad it's moving on 💜
I KILLED COME PLAY. I FEEL SO GUILTY ABOUT IT TBH IM SO SORRY IT GOT PUT UP AGAINST A BEAST 41% against an APAngryPiggy song is not bad though!!! That's something to be proud of!!!
I was NOT expecting an absolutely DEVASTATING Bad Rabbit sweep for 5 days (IT WAS LIKE 85% IN A THREE WAY POLL!!!!) And I was even MORE not expecting Afton's Empire to ACTUALLY pull through this one was STRESSFUL to watch holy shit
Rip Like A Disguise 😔 you were never going to make it but at least I can say that I tried
I WAS NOT EXPECTING BURY ME IN METAL TO SWEEP. I THOUGHT I KILLED IT BY CONVINCING PEOPLE TO NOMINATE IT AND BOOSTING ITS POSITION IN THE RANKINGS. I DID NOT THINK IT WOULD WIN. HOLY SHIT
I knew the Big One of the right half being Terrible Things / Ballad Of The Walking Machines / The Mimic Song would be extremely difficult to vote for and I did debate it with my sister for a solid 15 minutes. Terrible Things not only winning, but winning by that much was NOT something I thought would happen. Oh my god. That was wild
I honestly thought Endless Nights being a homage to a bunch of different eras of fnaf music would push it farther tbh!! It's really cool! Not upset over another Tynado W tho (and if anyone knows the names of all the artists/songs referenced in Endless Nights, I'd really love a list! I only caught about half)
I'm going to be entirely honest here. When I saw Take Me Home, A Silicon Soul, and Hand And Eye put together, I thought it was going to be an EASY win for Take Me Home. I'm not a fan of the other two (didn't even finish listening to Hand And Eye), but it was really cool seeing the surprising amount of love that one got! Maybe I'll have to give it another shot
I'm SO sorry to Run but I couldn't let Far Too Long die here without a fight. It's such an icon and it's a banger but Run was SO FUN I was actually really having a hard time voting on this one
Okay. So Five Unholy Nights was near the BOTTOM of the list. It only got nominated once and had one of the least amount of views from ANY of the songs. So when I listened to it the first time and instantly fell in love, I was SO scared. It's one of the least popular ones here in terms of view count and I didn't want it to die!!!!! Apparently I didn't need to worry. Holy shit you guys
I think that's everything I have thoughts on? Sorry I accidentally used your ask as my post about the music for this round you just asked for my opinions and thoughts and I happen to have a lot of those 💜 can't wait to see how round 2 goes!!!!! I'll get it set up asap!
#round 2 might take a bit since im currently playing aa3 with my sister and im obsessed#sorry folks ✌️ in the meantime go listen to the playlist its so full of bangers#not a poll#ask#anonymous#2023 tournament
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Update Time!
I'm not completely out of the woods yet, but some serious burdens/guilt have been lifted.
Family friend came again today, brought me another grocery order, which has a new can opener (this one better fucking work) and some more cold foods to last the week and stuff. Eggs, salad, etc. I can feel a little better about what I'm putting into my body besides canned crap, without having to spend hours to make it.
She helped me get a huge chunk done of what all those aides were supposed to do with me. We went through foods and organized, cleaned my "ration rack" (which is, as it sounds, a rack which holds the rations for days I can't get out of bed. Chips, crackers, croissants, poptarts, cookies, etc. All the snackies, and some extra drinks, so I no longer have to sleep with all of them.) Ahhh wonderful. It's also out of my path now for trying to get to my office where Syd is currently located. No more squeezing and side stepping. Mentally, that's a load off. Clutter and mess trigger my OCD bad enough to hit me real hard with depression and hopelessness. It's the biggest reason why hoarder Rex is so bad for me.
Syd's new water bowl came. As expected, it was too big to fit in such a tiny hospital cage. It was a two person job to take the top off and install it, and it takes up so very much of the cage. I held Syd, while friend put the top of the cage back on. The sight was so fucking depressing. Friend says to me "I'm gonna buy her a bigger cage." And of course, cages are expensive, so I told her that, and explained this one is so small because it's literally all I could afford, and I feel like the worst dad ever for it. And of course, at this point, we're both crying, because my baby girl deserves better than a tiny fucking cramped piece of shit where she can't even spread her fucking wings, but it's impossible to bring her home cage into my office. It ain't gettin' up the stairs, or through the doorways. Dear fucking gods, no. Friend insists, "We're gonna order a cage today, on your phone, before we leave." And she did. It'll be here in roughly a week. It should (better) be big enough, and it's quite lovely. It has a stand, so I can store her food and all that, and will make an exceptional hospital cage, where Bean can flap and be happy and well cared for. I am in fucking tears. Her gofundme is still up, for vet stuff, but this is fucking HUGE for us! She also said she'll take us to the vet for another Lupron injection, since Syd's horny again, and said she'd pay for the shot!! <333
Between sobbing about trying to figure out how to pay for van repairs, a new hot water heater, and a new furnace, and a shut off notice for the electric because once again Rex didn't pay it, not having to worry about shelling out an extra $100 or so on a hormone injection is just... such a fucking weight lifted.
On top of that, Daddy's getting some needs met, too now! She assembled my shoe rack! No more bending or tripping over all my shoes! They're right there! Aaaand I finally have my new massager. It's been sitting in a fucking filthy box for like two years, and she helped me get it clean, so now I have that. As soon as I got situated in bed tonight, I tried it out. The pleasure screams I felt as it massaged the knots out of my agonizing back and shoulders is just... oh gods. Probably sounded like a whole ass orgy up in here. Actual goddamn pain relief! PAIN RELIEF!!!!!!
I ate twice today, and finally had some decent hydration, too. Huge boost. I no longer detest the idea of my chicken and gravy tray. Meal plan for tomorrow!
Sunday, she's coming back, and we're gonna tackle some more stuff. I can't fucking wait. I mean, I would really love a weekend with my girlfriend, and some rest, but also, just... a clean environment is so fucking good for my mental health. And it makes me happy that they'll take all the outdated foods I won't eat, so I don't have to feel like a douchebag for wasting it and throwing it out. They're happy to eat it, and I feel like I can give something back for all the help, while also clearing out all the space.
We got a game plan for downstairs, and will start making dents in that.
But honestly... This huge chunk done today is... the kind of support I needed to feel like I might actually survive? I mean... it's still grim. The debts, the bills, the taxes not being paid. The gofundme is still just as fucking urgent as ever in order to not go homeless. In order to get heat and hot water and transportation back. But I don't feel quite as stranded and alone.
We most definitely still need like $2,000 for the van repairs, and $3,000 for the water heater and furnace, and uh... like $6,000 for the backed taxes and another $5,000 for this year's taxes.
But I don't have to cry about not being able to give Syd a better cage, or Lupron, and I have some better access for my own self care. Pain relief is so wonderful. Especially when healthcare providers are failing me so miserably.
Gofund.me ($5 min donation according to their standards)
Other options (as much or as little as you can spare <3):
Ven.mo: @rroche90
Pay.pal: Rory Roche (Can't miss my portrait of Dean Winchester!)
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