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youremyheaven · 1 month

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as a mercurial person, when I do have my bad moments, I can always rely on someone like my sister to call me tf out. she’s an Ashlesha girlie, and I think she’s amazing, despite her own flaws. we both believe being direct shows we care. calling out bullshit is our love language. we bicker a lot, which includes a lot of cussing. at first, it was hard accepting the truth because I get really defensive (that explains the stream of swear words lol). she gets more defensive, though—she reminds me of a cat hissing at others for intruding upon her space. I tease her about it cus I find it cute. despite our intense arguments, we still love each other immensely. we are each other’s biggest supporters! I am the oldest child, she’s the middle child. all her life, I’ve been very protective of her because she somehow is surrounded by negative energy. we grew up in a tense environment away from our community, so we also felt we didn’t fit in with our new surroundings growing up as we both experienced feelings of isolation. she has her Ashlesha placements in the 12th house, and I have my Jyeshta placements in the 12th house. I think our shared experience strengthened our bond as the years went on. she went through so much, same as I. when I read your post that mentioned Ashlesha Naks and their life struggles, it mirrored my sister’s origin and upbringing. I couldn’t fathom why the people she meets in every phase of her life would take advantage of her and/or project their misery onto her. that wasn’t until I learned about Ashlesha Naks, I fear. ig her relationship with our mom helps explain why, too… anyways, I may be protective of my sister but I also encourage her to go after her goals and fight for what she wants. and she knows this, too, and would encourage the same for me. she doesn’t hold back, and I don’t either. I know it’s good to have that kind of person in my life to rein me in AND to let loose with. however, I know I can’t rely only on her to save me from my flaws, of course. to my fellow mercury folks- let’s not deny that we are far from perfect. hell, I know I’m not perfect myself. I acknowledge that I have intense energy that’s similar to a repellent. life experience and being raised by a distrustful immigrant father assisted in helping me build this wall that surrounds my soul as a safety measure. I’ve been ostracized and bullied when I was a little girl. I was a sweet kid, but those experiences molded me into a person that feared the world, and as I grew up, I resented it for its restrictions. I was jealous of my peers and remained a recluse. it took me a long time to realize I was in control of the outcome of my own nature. I am in control of learning to outgrow my negative mindset and to be open to understanding. what started my growth was my spiritual inclinations that lead me to learning about astrology and such, and they unraveled the truth I’ve been blinded to for so long (besides my sister’s call-outs lmao). Vedic astrology helped me understand what it meant to be a Jyeshta Nak person. I’m not proud of my flaws, but they are there; I just have to learn how to remedy them and grow for the better. I will forever be on that journey. I just pray I don’t reverse the self evolution with self sabotage. I rather not be a wannabe Trump… no thank you 🙏 people are complex, so why paint ourselves as saints when we are not? what makes y’all think we’re the divine exception to the laws of nature? we are here to live this life and to learn from it. and if you make mistakes? own up to them. it’s easier said than done, but it’s much more rewarding to find ways to transform yourself into a more evolved human being. see your own shadow for what it is. you can’t suppress it because it will only shroud you with its darkness. once you start harming others, you are only digging a deeper hole for yourself. living in delusion and in denial is not healthy. and if you refuse to acknowledge that, then I wish you good luck in trying to crawl yourself out from your self made abyss of a grave 🫡

thanks for sharing your experiences 💛💛

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spiritcc · 5 years

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Got it ol in me ded moroz bag, eNJOY THE INFO DUMP, CHILDREN.

1. Andrey Mironov and his Interesting Facts

Lemme not be original and recite the facts that might just as well be very-well known but I myself constantly forget about these:

The dude suffered from skin boils (furuncles) all over his body: this is one of the reasons he always wore these never-ending turtlenecks, it was just a way to hide the skin horrors. Those fuks also hurt af which bothered Mironov’s stage partners and friends in scenes where he’d have to fall and/or get caught by other people, because that they’d have to grab all his 20359582 sore spots and deliver The Pain. Obvs they’d be like m8 lets just change this scene but Mironov insisted to do it for The Art, so all they were left with was to figure out how to grab him today to lessen the pain.

The dude got one real daughter and one fake daughter (stepdaughter ok ok), both were named Maria, which never fails to entertain me whenever pics of both of them show up and ppl are like HECK YEA MASHAS!!! WAIT WHICH MASHA IS THIS??? The fake daughter recently split up from Livanov’s murder son which is a shame imo, it really looked like there was something good going on but alas.

Mironov was the epitome of YOLO, in a positive way, all Mironov and His Friends ever cared about is how to make money and have a grand time, bc nobody was ever rich in the USSR and tbh not that happy either. They can and they WILL get across half of Russia on a scooter to make a show for the grandmas of the Meat Processing Factory No. 425 for em sweet sweet 100 roubles, the absolute SLÜTE for the cash and vodka, jump in for the Good Kush and do not look back. The shite they did on their international theater tours is something else entirely, ma dudes, but basically: THEY WILL EAT YOUR CROPS, STEAL THE FOOD FROM SQUIRRELS, BEG STRANGERS FOR MONEY, DO A GROUP PISSING.

The betch was a constant victim of pranks: whether it was from Livanov and his canteen sausages, or his bffs Shirvindt and Derzhavin who packed his bag for his honeymoon with bricks and a portrait of Lenin, but the pranking shitstorm was relentless and neverending and it looks like Mironov took it all with a big ol face of :’)

2. The most dramatic celebrity romance

I think we can agree it’s them fucking Vladimir Vysotsky and Marina Vlady, my gOD how fucknig dramatic and inflated and over-exposed and fucking overrated, the meaning of DRAMA itself. Yall know how much the government LOATHED every single breath Vysotsky took anyways, thenks to his poetry/songs that rightfully shat all over the most prominent aspects of living in the USSR, so the guy was rolling in constant drama 24/7 as it was, bUT THEN! He just HAD to get involved with a French fucking actress and make it serious: cue the absolute shitshow of them trying to get married, then an even bigger shitshow of Vysotsky getting so fearless he wanted visas to visit his wife in France and he gOT THEM in the end, possibly resulting in the government using his cutouts as target practice. So the betch keeps spitting out his Realest Songs despite them being forbidden, gets a free pass to teh fuckin ABROAD!!!!!! to dick his wife down, and gets away with it ol!!!!! The romance is so fucking shite lmao the gal is still trying to make it out as something Special when the motherfucker was quite openly cheating on her left and right, he literally died with his new burd at his bed (i am so sorry yarmolnik’s wife i luv ur husband and i hope yall still happy together). I think I’ve accidentally read a snippet from her book where she fuckien started describing them FUCKING in some cringy terms i was like hELLO???? THE SHIDD??? Basically, every aspect of Vysotsky’s life and their marriage was always some full-blown drama and tragically enough it still is bc all these other fucks are still alive and throbbing for attention i am so tired.

However, I cannot not include a VERY HONOURABLE ADDITION of uuh ~somewhat” celebs because this romance was GOOD, AND VERY GOOD, AND EXTREMELY GOOD!!!!!

Fucking Brian Grover and Elena Golius in 1938, the absolute mad lads. We have a luv story of an English engineer and some Russian gal who fell in love despite the very real fears in the current regime and all, and despite the gal being woke enough to try and dodge such a potential death sentence on her ass, but Grover’s intentions were good and pure and serious so the otp became canon. The dude was such a sicc engineer he got actually nationwide famous thanks to his sicc good actions during some oil rig explosion disaster, which did make him a celeb I guess. After that the gal felt safe enough to confess her luv and get married but SYKE LOL good luck with that in the fucking 1930s! So Grover came up with a Cunning Plan where he just quit his job, bought an old truck and hid the gal between flour bags, transported her to Moscow and they somehow managed to get married there, bUT SYKE AGAIN!! He had to come back to England one day and when he wanted to return back to Russia TOUGH LUCK LOL THE POLITICAL SITUATION HAS CHANGED UR BLOCKED BETCH BYE. The wife pleads the government and is told to get fuck’d, she applies for a visa and gets fuck’d, the husband accepts a job in Persia and works there for five years in hopes that the country has sum Right People to help him get in Russia, but no luck. Finally, the wife writes to him that’s all lost and rip and they should just forget it all, and this is where Grover goes :)

One day a nice man shows up at London’s flying school asking for a pilot’s license, to which he obvs gets a rational answer of UH M8 YOU GOTTA COMPLETE THE FLYING COURSE N ALL IT LITERALLY TAKES YEARS TO DO??? and the man says that’s ok :)) i am ready :)) in just under a MONTH he gets his license, and uses his last money to buy an old plane and pay another pilot to accompany him on his Surprise Journey, which was literally FLYING ACROSS THE CONTINENT ILLEGALLY TO RUSSIA TO SEE HIS WIFE. So em fucks buckle up and navigate their way with a help of a fuckigg world map from a high school geography book, it was so cold Grover had to water the fuel meter with hot coffee from his thermos to stop it from freezing, all until they finally ran out of everything and safely crashed SOMEWHERE in Russia.

So as the shocked as fuck farmers watch an English fucking plane crash in their field, some nice gent crawls out and in broken Russian says something liek Hello I am Brian Grover and I’m Here To See My Wife :))

Cue the NKVD prison, the mass coverage from the press, the criminal charges up to 10 years in gulags bc of how many fucking laws he broke, but as it became very clear that his only objective was to see his wife, the court suddenly chilled the fuck out and only ordered him to pay a fine and allowed the luv burds to ~reunite~ while the court cheered. SO BRIAN AND ELENA GOT TOGETHER FOREVA AND HAD TWO KIDS AND LIVED WITH EACH OTHER ALL THEIR LIVES TILL THEY WERE LIKE 90 AND DIED ONE YEAR APART!!!!!

IF THAT AINT THE MOST DRAMATIC ROMANCE IN THE USSR THEN NOTHING ELSE IS.

3. Goodie actors/Baddie actors

i wallow quite a lot in biographies and autobiographies n all, and from them i certainly learned that no person is just 100% good or evil, like there are always aspects of their lives where they are assholes, but there are always good sides to them as well, so in that conclusive sense of ASSHOLE vs ANGEL, nobody is either. My luv smoktun is a strong power bottom irl but an absolute annoying betch when it comes to The Art, mikhalkov is the fuckin devil child but everybody always praises how good of a director and even a friend he was (NOT ANYMOR HUH), Livanov is always that 50/50 on the pure evil vs goodness good scale, like it’s hard to just pinpoint a BETCH or a UWU.

But I’ll try and say that on the Bad scale, it’s usually the gals, and Nonna Mordyukova is one of them. Like we have divas, but then there’s this gal where you just never know what she’ll do to you. A nightmare to work with (”mordyuk” the “”swear word””” from the diamond arm is literally Gaidai getting pissed at working with her this much), explosive in life, holding fucking nothing sacred. Varley, her daughter-in-law, was just liek TF 24/7 bc one day the grandson would be her best person ever and then SUDDENLY she’d be like FUCK YOU AND FUCK THIS KID WHO KNOWS WHERE IT CAME FROM!!! despite the kid being a carbon copy of Mordyukova’s son. You’re just constantly at her vague mercy wondering which stars should align today for her to suddenly change your mind about you, like idk what is everybody loving about her but she was a rather heavy and unpleasant person to be around and fuck that. Also, not a good fucking actress. Find me a role where she isn’t playing some Ethnic Slavic Woman.

As for the Pure Good, we will never have the Pure but the Big Good is Alexander Abdulov. Trust me, this guy sure knows how to tell you to fuck off and push his own self to get something and punch you in the face and even describe how he’s going to dismember you with a straight face (asdfgh it’s a long story), but he was Good. Anything you read about him, all Good, he was a very friendly guy, outgoing, active, kind, made friends with everybody, was an insane workaholic (only managed to work on the wizards during the night bc for the rest of the day he was busy in FOUR OTHER FILMS SIMULTANEOUSLY). I luv his own fake daughter story bc he really did consider Alfyorova’s daughter his own, and he’d fuckin punch you so hard if you tell him otherwise. As he said himself, he knows all her problems, all her interests, all her worries and joys, so she is his 100% no-gmo daughter. aND the fake daughter has an insta n everything and everytime she mentions Dad it’s nothing but love and rainbows and almost a decade later after his death she still cannot bring herself to visit his grave bc she just doesn’t believe that he is truly dead. All of that, mind you, with the fact that abdul and alfyorova split up and he had a family of his own later in life n all, so there was NO obligation for anything at all from either of them and yet still abdul loved her senselessly. She’s ask for a bag of sweets and he’ll get her a fucking truck of these, total mad lads all around. PLUS he was Peltser’s almost fake son she luved him this much, and stories about Peltser indicate that she was One Hell of a woman, and yet even she crumbled before the Good. I’m just never worried when it comes to articles about abdul bc i know it’s either clickbait or something good again.

THAT’S ALL DED MOROZ HAD IN HIS BAG FOR THESE QUESTIONS, CALL SNEGUROCHKA X3 MORE TIMES TO SUMMON MORE

#andrey mironov #alexander abdulov #vladimir vysotsky #QUESTION TIM BITCH #ASK MORE MY BALLSACK IS STILL FUL- shouldnt have said that

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cinnaminsvga · 7 years

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BTS POKEMON!AU

my friend told me the E version photoshoot makes them look like pokemon gym leaders and now i can’t get it out of my head so i wrote a bulletpoint list as to what type of leader i think each person would be!!!

THE HYUNG LINE GYM LEADERS:

NAMJOON - electric type specialist

namjoon is the first gym leader you have to face when you set out on your journey. you’re hesitant at first when you were starting out because your parents were well-known trainers back in the day, so you were scared that you wouldn’t match up to their reputations. however, meeting namjoon was a breath of fresh air because he held no expectations of you whatsoever. coming from an elite family of pokemon trainers himself, he was able to relate to your self-doubt and encouraged you instead to go on your own path to self-discovery

(that “encouragement” just so happened to be an hour long sermon, so you weren’t really sure exactly what he said after the 20 minute mark, but you assumed it was something along those lines)

you come back the next day hoping to battle him immediately, but like all gyms, his was designed as a puzzle.

“All trainers think that all it takes is power and experience to become the greatest out there. What they tend to forget is that intelligence and strategy are just as important!”

H O L Y SHIT was this dude a fucking sadist or something because his gym was a fucking MAZE

you were essentially stuck in the dark, maneuvering your way blindly while stumbling across trainers to boot. the place was filled with doors and hallways, each room only accessible after solving a riddle or trivia about pokemon

after much stumbling and a lot of bullshitting your way through the answers, you eventually find your way to namjoon

“Ah, so you made it! You were definitely much faster than (rival’s name). I’m excited to see how well you do!”

despite being generally nice and supportive, he definitely did not go easy on you during your battle

“What? Do you expect me to be the easiest gym leader just because I’m your first official battle? Not a chance, darling!”

suffice to say, you almost got smote out of the sky by his powerful raichu, whom you thought you could have easily defeated with your ground type pokemon

electric types have very little weaknesses (read: only two) so Namjoon is pretty much an expert when it comes to dealing with those weaknesses.

you got a ground type? bitch, he has pikachu that knows how to use SURF

“Holy shit? I thought surfing pikachu was a myth!”

“The only thing mythical about my pikachu is that it’s about to pound you to dust!”

In the end, however, you were able to defeat him (although, you might have had to rechallenge him a few times. But you got there eventually)

“Wow. It feels just like yesterday that we just met. I’m sure that I will be hearing more great things about you in the future. I’m already excited to see how much you will grow! ‘til our next battle!”

((he ends up climbing the ranks and joins the elite four. so that next battle comes sooner than you could have imagined!))

SEOKJIN - normal type specialist

“normal type gym leader? are you kidding me?” you said when you found out from the residents of this small town about their gym leader

after defeating namjoon’s electrifying team, you were expecting the next gym leader to be just as intimidating. but normal type? oh c’mon!

when you first meet him, however, you definitely forgot all about battling becAUSE HOLY MOTHERFUCK

“Wow he’s FUCKING gorgeous”

“Thanks jagi. You’re not the first one to be in awe of my beauty.”

Whoops. Did you really say that out loud? AND HE HEARD?

“uhhhhhhhhhHHHH”

unlike namjoon’s gym, seokjin’s gym was laid out less like a puzzle and more like a restaurant.

“I modelled it after Unova’s striaton gym! Isn’t it glorious?”

unlike striaton’s as well, it had less trivia questions and more--

“YUP! you gotta eat these five bowls of ramen before you can challenge me! be careful though, some bowls of ramen have a ticket at the bottom that says whether you gotta battle another trainer instead of me, soooo good luck!”

suffice to say, you weren’t exactly the luckiest person in the world

five full bowls of ramen later, you decide to start the battle immediately and get it over with. you call out your trusty starter pokemon, thinking that you wouldn’t even need to send out your type advantaged pokemon to defeat him

O H HOW WRONG YOU WERE

“HOLY SHIT DID YOU CLEAN OUT MY ENTIRE TEAM WITH JUST YOUR FUCKING CINCCINO???”

the admittedly beautiful pokemon didn’t even have a scratch on her. neither pokemon nor trainer seem to have broken a sweat

“Did you think I was easy or something? Jagi, everyone knows beautiful people never play easy.” He smirks, blowing you a cheeky kiss as he tells you to train harder and come back next time

in hindsight, you probably shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. note to self: never underestimate normal type users

((while training near the outskirts of the town, you find nine more other trainers practicing there too.))

((”You got your ass handed to you by seokjin-ssi too?” “Holy shit, all of you lost to him? What kind of monster is he??” “This is going to be my fifteenth time challenging him. Believe me, he’s the worst.” “I’d still date him though.” Everyone choruses “same” and gets back to training.))

YOONGI - steel type specialist

holy fuck. HOLY FUCK

you thought seokjin was hot? WELL T H I N K AGAIN

(whoops that’s my biased ass talking ha ha ha)

“What’s the hold up? Stop gawking and let’s get to battling. Or are you too brain dead to function?”

despite his prickly words, he hands you a bottle water anyway, looking away as he does so

“it’s for your pokemon, alright? don’t think just because i’m nice that i’ll go easy on you.” R I G H T

anyway, he definitely wasn’t kidding when he said he wouldn’t go easy on you. EVEN HIS FUCKING GYM WAS CRAZY AS FUCK

his gym was as prickly as he was

“What’s with all the spikes?” “It’s my aesthetic. Don’t judge”

Anyway. Yoongi’s gym was mostly geared towards coordination with your partner, so you had to work together in order not to fall to your deaths into THE GIANT GAPING PIT FULL OF SPIKES

“Isn’t this, like, a safety hazard?” “Well, no one has died yet, so why tf are you complaining?”

(lucky for you, your flying pokemon did the trick wonderfully. you only shudder to think what type of horrors other trainers w/o flying type pokemon had to face in order to cross his death traps)

when you reach the gym leader room, you were surprised to find that he wasn’t even fucking there

“uhhhhh???” you looked around the room to find that there was a secret backdoor, which you found housed his own private studio

yoongi was fiddling with his laptop, mixing something or another for international stars from other regions

“Oh, you’re finally done? What took you so long?” he had grumbled, but he was actually secretly surprised that you had completed his gym really quickly. he hadn’t even gotten to boot up his laptop before you came in

having learned your lesson from seokjin, you had prepared intensely for this battle, and judging from yoongi’s fierce aura that he was definitely not an opponent to underestimate

but then. he sends out. a fucking aron. A BABY POKEMON

“I just caught the little dude this morning. Wanted to see how good he can handle gym-style battles.”

....were you supposed to go easy on it or....it looked like a fucking baby....

in the end, you fainted the tiny pokemon with the weakest move in your arsenal, trying not to hurt it too much. you even go so far as to run over to the aron afterwards, patting its head to see if it was ok

yoongi was impressed. compassion in pokemon battles was his core value (namjoon’s was intelligence & strategy, seokjin’s was humility and grit), and normally a lot of trainers would faint the baby pokemon in irritation, wondering why yoongi was sending out a runt of a pokemon instead of a real battle. he’s even encountered some demons who would use their strongest move on the baby pokemon, causing yoongi to kick them out and ban them for life

“Well. Color me surprised. Can’t believe a brain dead girl like you could pass my test so easily.”

after that little segment, the real battle begins. yoongi’s true arsenal of pokemon? h o l y f u c k (aggron, steelix, empoleon, lucario. FUCK)

(it may or may not have taken some tries to win. but if anything, yoongi was sure to remember you each time you come back to battle. and he may or may not have been anticipating them. m a y b e)

HOSEOK - fire type user

you couldn’t say that you were surprised that this ball of sunshine was a fire type user

“Aww, am I that predictable? But I swear, my moves are going to wipe you out with a single flamethrower!”

his type specialty was pretty much the only thing predictable about hoseok. his gym was a mess of colors, fireworks, explosions, everything and anything that would cause your to lose both your hearing and eyesight at the same time

(you almost catch on fire from one of the fireworks that were meant to block you off from a section, but luckily, hoseok was watching and intervened)

“Honestly, i have NO idea what made me design my gym like this! I get scared by loud noises easily as well! Wow, forethought isn’t my forte.”

one almost singed arm later, you find your way to his main room

unlike his gym, it was calmer and peaceful. although, you might have to say that the HUNDREDS of figurines lining the walls were kinda--

“Oh, don’t mind those! That’s just my collection. Neat, huh?”

ignoring their beady eyes staring at you, you wanted to ask him first what his “value” was, since the three previous leaders all seemed to have a certain theme to their gyms

“Good thing you reminded me! I’m all about creativity, as you could tell from my gym, and this room! Speaking of, there’s a slight difference when it comes to my battles here.” the grin on his face seemed a little too happy to be trusted, so you waited for him to explain

in lieu of an explanation however, a big flat screen tv with two meters appeared, similar to the ones used in pokemon contests

and did you forget to mention? the floor you were standing on was made of glass, so you suddenly noticed that underneath the glass was not a blue floor, but was actually--

“Oh, it’s not boiling water if you’re curious! The steam is actually from the sauna, so don’t worry your little butt! It won’t singe you...too badly.”

so essentially, his battle was like this: just like a contest battle, you had to defeat your rival in the most creative manner possible. whether that meant aerial moves, explosions, colorful lights, whatever! if your moves dont have any appeal, your meter drops slightly.

once your meter runs out or your team is fainted... well... :)

(you may or may not gotten a soak after all. don’t worry, hoseok was there to help you dry up. he may be laughing now, but you swore that you would be last person laughing. plus, he liked wearing white shirts so you definitely wouldn’t mind if he got a little soaked too)

#sfwbangtan #yoongi.net #bts scenarios #bts fanfiction #bts #bts imagines #bts scenario #yoongi scenarios #hoseok scenarios #namjoon scenarios #seokjin scenarios #bts fluff #bangtan #BTS x you #bts fanfic

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5hfanfiction · 7 years

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I have an über big crush on you

watt = longerr_hours check out my shit

So Lauren has no idea how to use uber. She’s always had the app, for emergencies like the one she’s in now (if being stuck at your ex boyfriend’s party at three in the morning is considered an emergency), but she’s never been in one and she isn’t quite sure what the process is.

Does she talk to the driver? Does she awkwardly sit there for the twenty minutes that it is then give them five stars to make up for the lack of convo? Does she sit in the back, or is that weird (no obviously you sit in the back, but like, still it feels weird).

She orders one, and it takes a second but then the driver pops up and she thought she’d have to approve of them but like, whatever, and when she click son the picture she’s shocked to see someone so young looking driving.

She has a 4.9 star rating and it says she’s been doing this for 9 months and almost two hundred drives so Lauren take sit she must be nice and eagerly waits to escape the party that feels it’s been going on for years.

It’s a small silver car, and like fuck off Lauren doesn’t know cars enough to know the car so don’t h8. But it’s small, and she makes a beeline towards it, dodging the other drunks on the porch and then she’s safely inside, and dace to face with the most beautiful person she’s ever seen.

“Why hello there, you seem in a rush,” pretty face giggles and Lauren doesn’t car show nerdy that is because it’s so cute coming from pretty face- Camila, her name said Camila.

“Yeah a little bit,” Lauren laughs, buckling in as Camila pulls off the curb and into the quiet neighborhood.

“Rough night? Or other? Or something you’re not going to talk to your uber driver about why am I being so pushy?” she jokes and Lauren can’t help but giggle at the girl.

She’s more gorgeous in person, the picture was pretty but it certainly didn’t do her justice, and Lauren wonders if she had a high rating simply because it was an honor to be looking at her.

“Something like that,” Lauren mumbles, still checking her driver out before shaking her head and continuing so she doesn’t seem rude. “My ex had a party and somehow I ended up there, there with him and it was just, my driver got drunk and I’ve been trying to leave for hours and, yeah that about sums it up.”

And like, she’s glad she got a young driver because she actually feels fine talking about that with her and it’s nice to tell someone else how unfortunate her night has been.

“Oh yikes,” Camila shudders, extra - ly but Lauren just giggles, glad she’s getting in a better mood already. “I’d have walked home hours ago.”

“I would’ve but I live on the west side of the campus so it’s a bit of a hike,” she replies.

(AN this is a made up campus i d on not know what campus would have a twenty minute erie from one side to the other i am sorry deeply but not really thx u)

“No way! I live by there too, what dorm are you in?”

“I’m in Kingsly,” Lauren replies with a fake gag and Camila laughs, nodding in agreement since that’s known to be a shitty area.

“I’m Dalton, it’s not that much better but anything is better than Kingsly,” she jokes as Lauren nods in agreement. “What year are you?"

And like, the girls kind of just click.

They talk for the whole twenty minutes and Camila thanks Lauren in the end for living close to her so she can end her night back home which Lauren accepts despite having not done it on purpose which Camila shushes her about.

Lauren spends the night thinking about Camila, and her cute little smile and her cute hair and her cute eyes and her cute self and well, it’s no shock when she finds herself ordering an uber two days later to the library just to see it Camila will get her. (She waits the two days so she doesn’t seem desperate.) And when she sees that Camila is her driver she may or may not do a little happy dance.

"Long time no see,” Camila grins as Lauren gets not the car. “First partying now library though, I have to say I’m shocked at the change.”

“Oh so partiers can’t be studious too?” Lauren jokes and they easily fall into conversation.

They fall into such good conversation about books and reading that Camila decides to follow her into the library to check out some stuff but that’s kind of a negative since Lauren didn’t actually plan on staying at the library (she just wanted to see Camila, can you blame her?).

After grabbing a book on something biology related though, Lauren looks studious as fuck and decides to check out. Camila offers her a ride back and Lauren can’t help but grin like a love struck fool when she pulls open the shot gun door and says she thinks they should “take this step in their relationship”.

And that’s how it starts.

Lauren pretending she need sot go places to talk to Camila, and Camila driving her there and filling her days with jokes and adorableness.

“Hey super star, what’s cooking?” Camila grins as she leans back in her seat and waits for Lauren to get in.

“Hallo,” Lauren smiles, not hesitating in unplugging Camila’s phone form the AUX she learned a while ago that Camila doesn’t mind and turning on her “good vibes” playlist. When “Close” by Nick and Tove Lo fills the air Camila smiles brightly and begins the journey. (Camila has a crush on him, she just won’t admit it, but Lauren doesn’t mind spoiling her with a song every now and then cause who tf don’t have a crush on Nick Jonas.)

She just wanted McDonald’s, and she knows uber delivers food too now, but she’d prefer to get Camila.

“So you really want that McD’s crap or will you let me get you Wendy’s instead?” Camila cuts in after a second of starting the drive.

Lauren huffs, pretending to be offended, but answers anyways, “Honestly that’s a hike though, unlike you I ain’t getting paid to spend time with you so I’m feeling the crap.”

Camila looks at the smirking girl for another moment before banging a u-turn and taking off for the city center that Lauren knows the Wendy’s is located. “My treat, the ride and food, consider it payback for you constantly paying my electricity bills with this shit."

"Wendy’s and the AUX?” Lauren grins, turing up the volume and leaning her chair back to recline, “my kind of date Cabello."

She loves eyeing Camila blush, so yeah, she says stuff like that a lot since it’s easy to get the other girl to blush.

And the thing is, they’re kind of kind of dating. Like they go out to lunch a lot now after that time, and usually Camila will cover the food since Lauren covers the gas and such. (One time Lauren even catches her sneaking bill sin to her purse when she goes to the bathroom to pay her back for the drive, and eventually they’re just texting each other to get lunch instead of doing the whole uber thing.

And the thing is, Lauren really thinks she might be going crazy for Camila. She really likes her and, well Lauren isn’t one to like somebody, she never has and she didn’t think she’d ever be the relationship type if she’s being honest, but something about Camila’s dorky charm and adorable jokes has her smitten.

She tries to tell her this, but every time she does she trips over hr words and ends up not committing.

When she finally does tell Camila about her crush, about what’s been on her mind, she does so in probably the most awkward encounter ever.

She’s cheap, so she always goes for the uber pools, but she’s never had to share a car with someone. Of course though, as soon as she opens her mouth about it her luck changes.

"Hey Lo what’s-” Camila starts but Lauren cuts her off, wanting to shoot the bull in the horns or whatever the fuck.

“I like you,” she starts as soon as she shuts the door to Camila’s small car. At Camila’s confused look she continues, “I really, really like you and I really have for a while and I, I know we only talk every now and then but I’m crazy about you and-"

And then the back door is opening, and the man to ruin Lauren’s time to shine steps into the car.

"Hey sorry, I saw her get in and didn’t know if it was the right car,” he smiles, gesturing towards Lauren as he straps his seatbelt on.

“It’s fine, it’s, it’s okay yeah it’s greta okay we can go now,” Lauren answers for a still shocked Camila who’s mouth is about flopping at this point.

“Lo I-”

“Drive Camz,” Lauren says under her breath, glad that the man is paying more attention to his phone than their conversation. “We can talk later… or forget it, let’s forget it thank youu.” And yeah, she books it from the car as soon as the car stops.

(She still gives Camila five stars of course and a five dollar tip for any mental trouble she put her through.)

Camila shows up at her apartment a few days later, no uber request, no call to let her know she’s coming, no knock really, she was just there as Lauren was going out for coffee and when she asked if Lauren would come with her the green eyed girl couldn’t find it in herself to hesitate.

They’d driven by the set up before, but when Camila pulls aside into the lot with the view Lauren thinks maybe this girl is meant for her (if she’s willing to do this cheesy, sappy shit).

It’s almost seven, and it’s mid November so it’s chilly and Camila’s brought blankets to wait for the sun to go down and it’s, quite literally it’s the most perfect thing Lauren could’ve imagined.

All awkwardness she could’ve expected after their last encounter is gone as she curls up next to Camila and eventually they’re cuddled up on the hood of her car talking about everything and nothing.

Camila ends up holding her, and she also ends up breaking the comfortable silence they fall into once it’s finally dark out.

“Can I tell you something?” Camila asks after a few minutes of silence. Lauren doesn’t bother lifting her head from the older girls chest, just nods into her because she’s too content in the moment to ruin anything.

She feels the deep breath Camila takes and notices the shake to Camila’s hand as it rests itself on her waist, curling around her to pull her just a little bit closest before saying, “I kind of have an uber big crush on you,” and yup, Lauren thinks she could fall in love with this girl without trying.

She does pull back then, but she doesn’t ruin the moment, she makes it better, finally connecting their lips after what’s felt like years, and what has definitely been worth it.

When she finally pulls back it’s because they’re both smiling too hard to keep kissing, so yeah, it’s kind of a perfect moment.

#UPDATE #one shot #AU #slash #camren #romance fluff #submission #I Have An Uber Big Crush On You

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Megs-hate vs Getaway-hate

I see posts railing against James Roberts for “letting robot-Hitler get away with it,” and saying we should all side more with Getaway, “who sees past the current woobiness and remembers the full horror of what Megatron has done.” I read those posts with a sense of incomprehension. But then I remember two important things:

1: It’s personal. It’s ALWAYS personal. When anyone has strong feelings about a character, it’s because that char links to something they feel strongly about in real life.

2. My journey’s not their journey. I’ve had ten years to make peace with Megatron, and haven’t given Getaway a chance.

So I’ve decided to throw my two cents in, because, yeah, it’s personal; and because I believe we ought to try and understand each other.

“It’s Personal” As I was growing up, there was this kid at church. He was a weirdo. I did not like him. There was this old gentleman who seemed like everybody’s grandpa, who exuded kindness, gentleness, and love. Then we all found out the old guy had abused the “weird” kid sexually for about a decade. I felt so much horror and betrayal. We’d had that guy at our house! But worst of all was how I’d thought about “the weird kid.” How I had avoided him. How there’d been nobody to side with him against this person everybody liked. And THAT, ladies and gents, is who I thought about each time Getaway appeared in the comic after his first creepy “Bomp” on Tailgate. Getaway fooled us. He fooled me. He started out as this wacky escapist who was maybe too familiar... and then he began “grooming” Tailgate, who is at his best childlike and at his worst childish, but whom I cannot see as a fully-accountable adult like all the others yet, because he refuses to grow up and be accountable for himself. He’s a teenager, maybe. The dynamic is set for both Tailgate and Getaway, all because of one horrible experience I had. It’s personal, and I DESPISE Getaway for it. I feel personally betrayed by him. He disgusts me. And -- importantly to this discussion -- it has almost nothing to do with how he thinks about Megatron.

Megatron... See, I love him. And this predates all the comics stuff. Again, it’s personal. When I jumped headlong into the TF fandom, I jumped in as Optimus Prime. All thanks to an RP forum and great people who ran with that. Prime represents all the things I most want to be. (And I have many strong opinions about IDW’s portrayal of him, but we’re not talking about that now!) As “Prime,” I felt sick about how long past reason and sanity the Autobot/Decepticon war had lasted. I needed some shred of hope that transformers could change more than their outsides. So I embarked on my first writing project, compelled by a desire for something I thought NEVER would be made official. (How wonderfully wrong I was!) I thought about the characters, about Soundwave the quiet telepath who sees and hears all things... and had him one day give up and walk out into the crossfire to his death, because he saw no future worth living for. And THAT was enough to give Megatron pause. When he expressed a tiny wish that things could be different, I-Prime jumped in all willing for self-sacrifice, the way I always do. But I (small i) only know one way peace is possible, and that is total understanding: Truth and Reconciliation on a personal and global scale. So I-Prime challenged Megatron to a spark-bond (which I imagined as an out-of-body total merging of the souls), because if you’ve BECOME another person, you (A) absorb all their memories and the reasons for the things they’ve done, (B) hesitate to hurt them because now they’re part of you, and (C) can’t help loving the heck outta them because goshdarnit, now you KNOW ‘em. It was scary and hard for both of us to take on one another’s crap. I had to forgive Megatron for not just countless deaths -- that was easy, because I had them on my hands as well -- but for personal things like reaching into my chest and squeezing my spark in Escalation, for Agent Smith & Morpheus-ing me in Dreamwave [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nb6yOklzHMI], and a whole buncha other things. But we did it. And together, for the past decade in my own fictional universe, Megs & Me’ve been trying to undo all the bad stuff and rebuild all the good things lost in the war. He is my Bond-Brother, and I love him like he’s real.

So yeah, this whole IDW “The War’s Over and Megatron’s Trying To Be Good Now!” thing is almost everything I ever wanted. The end of Lost Light #6, where Megatron’s not only trying to do things right this time, but is finally in contact with a Prime who’ll work in concert with him?!? That was a great gift to me.

But My Journey’s Not Your Journey. Would I open my spark to Getaway, the way I did to Megatron? Heck no. And that’s unPrimely of me. I don’t understand Getaway or see the good in him. Sure, he may have a point about Megatron’s evil deeds being too awful to forgive. But it’s his ONE awful deed I can’t personally get past. I know this isn’t balanced. I don’t care. When people post things about James being too blithe about comparisons to past atrocities, I shrug. Those past things aren’t a part of who I am. That nice old guy from my church is. My past pain limits me, and I am letting it, for now.

Tomorrow the first issue of the Mutineers’ Trilogy drops. If James can make me understand and come to love Getaway, I will absolutely take my hat off to him. Not since an adult re-reading of Madeleine L’Engle’s “A Swiftly-Tilting Planet” have I been so taught to forgive a hateful character. It can be done. But it’s not easy. Are you up to this task, James? I hope so.

I really do hope so.

Because beyond the grim fun addiction of righteous rage, I don’t like to hate. “Hate diminishes me. I am lessened by it,” as I-Prime once told Megatron back in Chaos Theory. I’d like to be shown the error of my ways. Not (please!) by having my beloved bond-Brother turn from his new hopeful path, but by showing me how to love this guy I hate for being a manipulative [insert lots of words I don’t allow myself to say here]. Good luck, James. I really, really, really hope you pull it off.

Love to everyone, on both teams.

-Prime out.

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