#timezones need to be cancelled.
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5 hours apart
[spencer reid x reader]
summary: “I miss you. I miss you so much it hurts.” “I don't want you to miss me. It's tearing me apart.” from this prompt list.
pairing: spencer reid x svu!detective!f!reader
w.c: 3.7K
warnings/content: long distance relationship; crying; sadness; discussions of a case related to kidnapping (brief); migraine; this o.s approaches healthy siblings dynamic and some childhood trauma, be aware; discussions about marriage; spencer does not beat the pipe cleaner allegations.
A/N: decided to do a crossover one shot between criminal minds and law and order: svu (my newest obsession)because I love both shows (and nick amaro has older brother vibes) and it fit pretty well. there's like a few Spanish terms that I used and please consider that I did Spanish in high school and had a few classes afterwards, forgive me if I made some misspellings.
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There are two missed calls on your phonescreen when you turn it on. The heavy load of paperwork you needed to finish plus the migraine that did not leave you alone forced you to turn your phone off during the daytime so you could concentrate on working. Amanda and Fin telling you to go home wasn't as effective as your boss ordering the exact same thing upon seeing your tired state. Thankfully, by the time he did that, you had already finished everything and you happily obliged.
The keychain clinking against the doorknob makes you drop your shoulders in relief. You aren't home but it's close enough. It's been a few months since you have stepped into your brother's place, but it's the same as you remember. Grey couch, the spotless kitchen island that you can see as soon as you walk in, the innumerous pictures of your brother and your niece scattered around the walls.
You throw your dark brown blazer on the loveseat across the room and sit on the couch unceremoniously, pressing play on the latest voice message.
“Hey... It's me. I called you before and it went straight to voicemail, I... I forgot to say something.” You snort, hair falling off of your ponytail as you let it loose down your shoulders. Never have you ever seen your boyfriend forget something. “I'm sorry I couldn't make it. I know I promised and I really wanted to go but the case, it was a serious one, they needed me.” The guilt in his voice breaks a part of you inside. “I-I'm sorry I let you down.” There's a beat, some voices in the background that you can't make out who it is because they're too far away. “I love you and I'll make it up to you, okay? Call me when you can, please.” And the message ends.
You only notice you start crying when a sob echoes through the room and the sound comes from you.
You were never mad at him. Deep down, you expected him to cancel on you because of a case, you knew you would if you were needed. Both if you are not the kind of people who let your people hanging, especially if the reason is work. And that's fine, when you started dating Spencer, that was the first thing you understood, as he did.
Being far away from him is what kills you. You manage to work long-distance. He visits you on his (rare) day-offs, you escape for a few days to Virginia. It works. It's how you do. But there are moments in which you just need him close and it's not like you can drive over to his apartment right away. 5 hours apart does that to a couple. It's not unbearable, but it's painful.
You miss him.
So you dial the number you know by heart, sniffling quietly on your bubble of loneliness in the empty apartment.
You don't know where he is, if he's home, if he's in a completely different timezone. You don't care.
It rings twice before his voice fills up the call. “Hi—Hey, angel.” He sounds frantic. You smile thinking he must have been waiting for your call.
“Hey, Spence,” you respond, folding your knees on the couch. “Are you home? I didn't text first to see if it was a good time to talk, sorry.”
“It's always a good time to talk to you.” He says without hesitantion. “I'm on the motel, packing.”
“Oh, so did the case end okay?”
You can feel the relief through his exhale. “Yes, we found the boy on time. He's finally back with his parents. Home.”
Your mouth twitches, “that's good.” And you make sure to add as you always do, “you saved a life today, I'm proud of you.”
His soft awkward chuckle causes a tearful grin out of you. You can practically see him blushing.
“Thank you. It was... It's a good feeling.”
“Are you happy?”
“Not really.”
You brows furrow slightly. “Why? Did something happen?”
“I miss you,” he says. “I am happy that we saved someone today, of course but... You know, the first person I wanted to tell it to was you. I just— I miss you. So much it hurts.”
You close your eyes as the tears slip one by one down your cheeks, you felt their salty taste. Your chest clenching as you stay silent for what feels like several minutes until Spencer's concerned tone breaks the silence.
“Angel?”
“Please don't miss me. It's tearing me apart.” Your request doesn't quite make sense but you don't have time to think it through before you say it. It just what comes out of your heart.
“Please, don't cry.”
You let out a tearful laugh, attempting to dry your tears foolishly.
“I'm always missing you, sweetheart. I'm sorry but that's inevitable.” He adds, sadly.
“It hurts so fucking much.”
Spencer clears his throat and you know he's either refraining from crying himself or trying to mask it.
“I know. I'm sorry.” He pauses. “I wish I was there.”
You shake your head even though he can't see it. “'s not your fault. It's your job, you can't help it.”
"I hate it that you're crying and I'm not there to comfort you."
"I'm fine," you whisper, sniffling. "Don't worry about me. Today was just... A shitty day, really."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
You hum, fiddling with the soft fabric of the light green hand-knit throw blanket your brother always left on his couch. "Migraine." It's what you say and all he needs to know to wince in the other side of the line.
"Did you take something for it?" Spencer is aware of your frequent migraines and how much they bother you.
"Yeah, it's okay now." You reply even though there's a little painful pang in the back of your back right now.
"Maybe you should try to sleep a little. Did you know that sleeping seven hours every night impacts on your focus, body weight and immune system? Actually, adults aged from sixteen to sixty years should all get at least seven hours sleep every night, but that's almost never happens because of people's usual hectic work schedules-" He sucks in a breathe upon noticing he's rambling non-stop. You laugh and suddenly the harsh grip on your heart diminishes a little. His voice appeasing the momentary heartache you're going through.
"Says you. Who never sleeps, anyway. And work on caffeine 24/7."
"Hey," his tone has a tinge of amusement but he pretends to be offended. "I sleep."
"You do when I'm there. Cause I force you."
"Oh, you're so cruel to me, angel."
Your lips widen into a smirk. "That I am."
The conversation carries on for a while, until you figure out which time it is where he is and immediately orders him to go to sleep because he has an early flight to catch in the morning. He's reluctant, but he eventually lets it go because you need to sleep too and you will talk in the next day again.
Before he hangs up, he asks, the first time he hesitates in the call. "Uh, does- does your brother hate me?"
Your brain takes a few seconds to grasp what he's implying, until you remember what was supposed to happen this weekend. Spencer would come over to your place in New York to meet your brother.
You bite your lip, straightening your legs out on the ouch. "Yeah, about that..."
"He does, doesn't he? I don't blame him, I did screw up-"
"Wait, baby, that's not it. I... I actually didn't tell him." A pause, you curse under your breath. Now he must thing you didn't want him to come. "Spence?"
"Did I pressure to do something you didn't want? I should have asked you if you wanted meet to meet him, right? I think I kind of invited myself over and-"
"Stop." You cut him off. "No, Spencer. You didn't pressure me into anything. I want you two to meet, of course I do. You're one of the most important people to me, but I really forgot. I'm not making up an excuse."
"Alright, yeah. Okay." He says and you hear a door closing and wood creaking. He must be sitting on the bed.
"I love you." You receive the mental image of the scrunch of his nose and the smile he can't help whenever you drop the L bomb out of nowhere. "And you know he doesn't have to approve anything, right? Nick has no say in who I date or not."
"But he's your brother, he's important to you and I would meet him someday anyway because- I, well." Your body shakes with laughter and the phone almost drops from your hand.
"What, are you proposing now, genius? Through the phone, really?"
"Don't make fun of me." Spencer warns playfully.
You take a few seconds to process that he doesn't deny it. You said it as a joke but he didn't even deny it that he thinks about marrying you. God, your chest could combust.
"You think about it?" You ask, shifting your position to bring your knees to your chest. "Us? Someday?"
"You mean getting married to you? Yes. I do. We haven't discussed it yet, but... Yes, I do think about it."
"Mhm."
"Has it ever... crossed your mind?" He's reluctant, shy to ask even. You find it cute as everything Spencer Reid does. Marriage is something that never really crossed your mind, to be honest. You think is nice when people get married and show their love to their loved ones, but your parents' relationship carved a fear deep within your chest and your entire perception of love had to be relearned through the years they separated. One thing that you learned is that no person and no relationship is the same. It's not because your father broke your trust and destroyed a part of your and your brother's childhood that your future partners will do the same. It is easier said than done, but you're coming around to the idea.
"Not before you." You admit quietly.
"Oh."
“Yeah.” You ponder out loud. “It scares me a bit, that I consider spending the rest of my life by your side. Doesn't it scare you?”
“It does,” he replies. “But the idea is nice to think about.”
You smile, letting out a soft breath. “Yeah, it is nice.”
A male voice calls out for him in his end and you know he has to go. You had already taken up much of his time, anyway.
“They want to go to a bar nearby to celebrate.” Spencer explains to you, not sounding too thrilled about the idea.
You snicker, “go have fun, genius. You deserve it. Try to enjoy it even if this is not your usual idea for fun. I love you.”
“I love you more.” Spencer says and laughs at your groan of protest on the other side.
“We're not going to be one of those couples who never hang up because you love me more or no, I love you more, Spencer.”
“I just like to mess with you.” He admits with an edge of amusement to his tone. And damn you miss the smirk you know he's making right now.
“Yeah, I know. Now go, have fun. And have a safe flight tomorrow, text me when you land?”
“Of course, angel. Try to sleep a bit, you need the rest.”
You smile. “Sure. Bye, Spence.”
“Bye, angel.”
An hour or two goes by since your phone call with your boyfriend and manage to cook some dinner and then throw yourself back on the couch while a random show is played on TV. You end up falling asleep and wake up upon hearing the jiggling keys against the door of your brother's apartment, rubbing your eyes in your disoriented sleepy state. Checking your phone, the screen says 11p.m.
Nick stops midway from his way to the couch, where he was probably about to throw himself at. From his tired eyes and hunched over stance, you are able to tell how exhausted he is. “Why are you always here?” Nick throws himself on the floor instead, his head falling against your knees. The tone he used would make you slap him right behind his ear, if you weren't still with your mind in that phone call and a million miles away from New York. “I thought you rented an apartment. Or is it that you just miss me?”
“I don't miss you.” You mumble, voice muffled by the soft fabric of the blanket covering half of your face. “I see you every day, idiot. How can I miss you.”
Nick raises an arm towards your calf and you immediately kick his hand away before it can get to your feet. He chuckles, fluttering his eyes open for the first time since he got home. He glances up at you, who's glaring at him. His smile falls.
“What's wrong?”
You shrug, pulling your knees up to your chest and turning your head towards the TV. You weren't paying attention since the show started, you had no idea what is going on. “I cooked dinner. Left you a plate on the microwave. Go eat, I bet you didn't have a proper meal. You never do.”
“That's not true—”
“Eating burritos isn't a proper meal, Nick.” You groan as he tries to take another look at your face. “Stop it. I'm fine.”
“Yeah, I don't buy it. What happened?” If there's one thing your brother is, that thing is anxious. Nick is a worrier. And he's completely paranoid about knowing what's going on to find a solution before the time runs out. Even if there is no time to run out. He gently tips your chin up, frowning. “Why have you been cryin’?”
You turn your face away from his reach, sitting up on the couch. You take a moment to form your answer and he's anxiously waiting for it, coffee-brown eyes inspecting your matching ones.
You decide to go simple, but it's also the truth. “'s not a good day, that's all.”
He blinks and then the concern opens some space for understanding in his expression. And just like that, he figures out what's been making you upset. You don't doubt that he really knows, since your brother and you always understand each other with a look.
“D'you wanna talk about it?” His usual sarcastic tone gives place to a softer one. The one he uses in moments where his little sister needs her older brother.
You shrug, letting out a sigh before resting your head against the couch, eyes studying the ceiling. “It's nothing, I just... I miss Virginia, that's all.”
Nick hums, nodding. “You mean you miss the skinny kid from the FBI.”
A laugh bubbles out of you unexpectedly, you playfully shove his shoulder as he offers you an unimpressed look.
“Stop being mean to him.”
“Me?” Nick pulls himself up to the sofa, groaning when his joints complain as he stands up. “'m not being mean to anybody.”
“Okay, grandpa.”
“Hey,” he throws a pillow at you, narrowing his eyes threateningly. “you don't get to be mean to me.” You roll your eyes. There he goes playing the older card that just makes him look exactly like an elderly. “Why don't you take a few days off? I can't remember the last time you did that.” Before you can respond to that, he frowns, turning to you as if he just had thought of something. “Or why doesn't the skinny kid come and visit you? It's not that hard.”
“He was gonna to that this weekend.” His raised eyebrow makes you sigh and shake your head. “He had a case last minute, so he couldn't.”
He pauses, munching on his cheek. You question his thoughtful expression.
“What? No jokes now?”
“It's serious then? You and him.”
You blink at him, puzzled by the question. It wasn't what you expected. “W—yes. Why would you ask that?” He had walked up to the kitchen to grab a bite of whatever you had made him and you followed right behind.
“Nothin’,” he says, turning the microwave on and stepping towards the fridge to grab something to drink. “I just never saw you in a serious relationship.”
You pause.
Okay, you had a few flings in your life, it's not like your love life is messy, it is actually pretty simple. You and the people you've previously have relationships (or situationships) enjoyed having fun. You weren't looking for anything serious and when you were... well, your job got in the way. Until Spencer Reid. He's the unexpected occurrence that showed up during a local case to investigate a series of murders in the city of New York and both of your teams worked together. If someone told you before that you would get attached so quickly to someone and consider driving five hours just because you missed them then you would have laughed in their face.
Your brother might actually have a point. He had never seen you in a serious commitment before, he has, however, had the opportunity to try and scare off some of your partners — the ones he accidentally met, at least.
“I don't need to disclosure every aspect of my love life to you, Nicholas.”
You crossed your arms as the corner of his lips lift in a knowing smile. “Stand down, tiger. I just made an observation, no need to get defensive.”
“I'm not.” You say, shifting on your feet, suddenly self-conscious with the whole conversation. It's difficult to talk about someone so important to you to another someone that's important to you. You've never share much about your personal life and inner struggles with anybody, and that has everything to do with the man you call “father” in the biological sense. But Spencer managed to push through these walls and he didn't demeaned you because of your trauma, neither did he treated you as if you were made out of glass, that you could shatter at any given second. He understood you and you understood him, which is why love has always been within your reach in your relationship. It was only a matter of time.
“He's important to you, isn't he?” The microwave beeped but none of you move.
“Yes.” You utter, playing with the ring on your index finger. “I know we don't— we don't talk about these stuff...”
“We can if you want to—”
“No, it's not— That's not it. I mean. You're my brother and we have a good communication but I never felt the need to formally introduce anyone to you because you're family, Nick. You're my only family,” you finally look at him. “If it ever got to the point, one day, where it was worth it for me to do that, then I would. I just thought that I wasn't made for love, you know?”
You see him rushing to disagree with you and probably say you can't think like this and that is not true, so you intervene before, smiling.
“But I know that that is not true, alright? Porque le quiero y sé que él también.” His eyes soften at your claim and you feel like crying again because you miss Spencer and you wish he's there with you. “So yeah, it is serious. And the reason he was going to come visit me was to meet you properly.”
“What?”
“Yes. That was my reaction too.” A fond smile takes over your mouth. “He insisted he wanted to meet you because he knows how important you are to me.”
“Oh.” He is officially caught off guard and it makes you chuckle. That is a rare image you're seeing in front of you. No one catches Nick Amaro off guard. One point to Spencer, I guess. “Well, now I just have to meet this chico who stole my sister's heart.” He's back to his playful persona, lifting a hand to ruffle your hair, and you flip him off. “Let's see if he is all that you claim he is.”
“He's a good guy, asshole.” He hums, munching on his food. “You'll see,” you say with a small grin while you turn back to the living room to lay back on the couch.
“We'll see.” He mumbles from the kitchen, shaking his head when a thought crosses his mind. He can't believe you fell in love, he still sees you as an annoying toddler who wouldn't let him be at school while he was trying to impress his friends because you were too shy to make your own and would cling to him like a lifeline. In all honesty, Nick has always enjoyed your company, it makes him feel grounded. He cares about your well-being and tries to protect you from every bad thing you have to face, but he knows he can't. Sometimes, you gotta face things on your own. And, sometimes, you don't need your older brother to shield you from pain. It's hard for him to accept that, especially after what you both endured through your lives.
You're all grown up now and he has to stand down his overprotective side because you can handle things, he knows you do. Though he'll be there, in the corner, having your back as always. Because that's what brothers do.
Hopefully, this Spencer Reid will pass the test.
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[translation]
Porque le quiero y sé que él también. = because I love him and I know that he does too
chico = boy, kid
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at the rainbow's end // mysta rias
pairing: mysta rias x gn!reader
word count: 4.1k
genre: fluff, staff!reader, mutual pining, wingman elira
content warning(s): swearing, unedited
summary:
After nearly a year of hearing each other's voice, you finally meet him.
a/n: this was originally going to be released as my 100 follower celebration since i hit that a while back and to make up for the lack of event since i don’t have the time to host one. but with mysta’s graduation this past weekend, i didn’t want to keep this in my drafts since i’ve been working on this for like practically a year now.
this fox-dog man means so much to me, even though i can’t really catch his streams due to timezone differences, but he means So Much to me. i got back into writing because of luxiem, but he and shu were the ones who got me back into the swing of writing which is amazing bc i love writing. i just lost all the motivation to do so until i found them last year. even though he’s no longer in niji anymore or mysta anymore, i will keep writing for him. in fact, i actually have like 3 or so mysta works in the drafts lol
and speaking of writing, this is the first long fic i’ve written in 3-4 years. i’m considering crossposting this onto my ao3 as an alternative access to read longer fics bc ik how tumblr is poopy with loading long text posts. i’m a bit rusty when it comes to writing long fics, but i hope you’ll be able to enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing this 🧡
links: luxiem m.l || main m.l || ao3 ver (if tumblr dies)
You twist your head from your phone back towards your monitor, displaying the Discord window showing your current private call with your blue dragon friend.
“Mysta’s WHAT?”
“Yeah, he’s coming along on the trip,” Elira laughed. “You didn’t know?”
“Apparent-ly! What the hell!! Luca, that motherfucker, I’m gonna beat his ass when I see him!”
She howls with laughter as you ramble on and on about how Luca told you everything about their planned trip but didn’t tell you about Mysta’s planned involvement. Once you’re done, she takes many deep breaths to calm down. “You should come with us! It’s gonna be fun. And, you’ll get to see him again.~”
You can’t really see each other’s faces, considering you’re both in a voice call. But god damn, you can hear the eyebrow wiggle in her teasing tone.
“I can’t,” you groaned, “I have finals when you’re there. As much as I wanna skip it, I really need to pass.”
“Damn, you can’t even get a referral from staff to get you here for a business meeting? Unlucky.”
“Can’t even do that anyway. I already told my professor that my trip’s been canceled, so now I have to take it.”
Though you’re not a liver for the company, you are, however, a staff member for the company. Specifically one of the staff in charge of promotions. Of course, you mainly focus on promoting EN and sometimes the other two now-merged branches. In fact, that’s how you got close to some of the livers.
As one of the staff promoters, you have to speak with the associated livers about PR stream offers and their convention appearance invites. Since you’ve been interacting with the livers the most, you’ve become friends with a few of them. Some namely Elira and Mysta.
Honestly, it’s not that you play favorites with the livers. You try your best to keep your relationships professional with them. But your bond with a specific fox-like man says otherwise.
You see, Mysta has been a joy to be around with. Although you haven’t met him in person yet, you have played some multiplayer games with him. Sometimes you check out the EN Minecraft server to see if the installed mods are working properly. Weirdly enough, almost every time you visit the server, Mysta is online. In fact, that’s how your not-so-business relationship started.
When you first entered the server, after double checking if no one was streaming at the scheduled hour, he was the first person you met. You thought you would run into Selen, Pomu, or perhaps Uki during your visit, but you were pleasantly surprised at his sudden appearance. Luckily, he was kind enough to show you around the server while teaching you some mods. With, of course, the trademark Mysta Rias experience packaged with sexual innuendos and teasing about. Well, except he didn’t go completely sexual considering it was your first time meeting him. He has some decency.
After that, you’ve run into him almost every time you visit the Minecraft server. Every visit eventually turned into hangouts, just you two (and sometimes another liver) chatting and building projects in-game. Soon enough, you and Mysta started to play other games together. You both played games such as Overwatch, Clubhouse, and sometimes League if you felt like torturing yourself for some reason.
Obviously, you had to keep the professionalism on both sides somehow. Your fellow staff members, especially some livers, noticed your close bond with the detective. So they usually send you to his DMs to discuss about any promotion offers involving him. Whenever you have your cameras on for a meeting, he somehow always flusters you with sudden flirtatious marks or something of the sort mid-conversation.
“Hello? Helloooooooo? Is someone there??”
Elira’s voice yoinks you out of your thoughts. Oh god, were you spacing out this entire time? How embarassing.
You clear your throat then respond as if you weren’t thinking of someone just now, “S-sorry, did you say something?”
“Oh my god. It’s that bad,” she mindlessly mutters.
Blink blink. “Huh?”
“Nothing,” she quickly retaliates. With a slight hum, she speaks again, “Since you’re gonna be stuck in hell… Want me to get you something? Like a souvenir or a limited edition thing? I literally have your address, man.”
Oh right, she does. Sometimes you and Elira send gifts to each other like figurines or plushies at random times.
“Nah, I’m good. Thanks for the offer, man.”
“Are you sure? I mean, I’ll still probably send some pics buuut… Y’know… Just saying…”
There she goes again, doing that thing where she wiggles her eyebrows even though you can’t see her fucking face right now. Goddamn it, why did you tell her about your… thing with Mysta? You should’ve known that she’s NOT going to let it go.
You groan, “Just. Just surprise me.”
“That’s so vague! Do you know what that means?”
“Yeah? So? Surprise me.”
“Man… You have no idea how much power you just gave me.” She cackles for the next few seconds, making you start regretting your decision. “Okay, I’ll surprise you. Just don’t forget you asked me to, alright? And no complaining!”
“Okay, alright, fine! I won’t complain! Jeez… Now get to bed, nerd, you have a flight tomorrow.”
“Sheesh, what are you, my mom?” You both chuckle at her remark. “Okieee~ I’ll go pass out now, I guess. Good night!”
“Good night, Ewiwa. Have a safe trip.”
And you both leave call. Well, maybe you should get to sleep too. It’s getting super late, after all.
—
Mysta stares at Elira across the table in disbelief. “Finals? Of all times? Bruh…”
“Haha, yeah! Super uncool and lame and not something I have to worry about soon,” his penguin colleague beside him laughs with a dreadfully crazed look in her eyes. She anxiously reaches out for her soda and starts drinking rapidly.
“Wh— it’s not like I can control it or anything. Shit happens!”
“I know, it’s just…” he drawls off as his gaze lowers to the table. Admittedly, it’s difficult for him to hide his expression. So naturally, the two girls noticed his disappointment. Elira and Petra awkwardly look at each other, then to him, then back at each other.
“Hey, it’s okay, Mysta,” Petra says as she pats his back. “You can always see them next time! Like Nijifest!”
The dragon nods, “Yeah! Or you could see them the next time you take a break. Like going on another vacation or something.”
“If I have enough money for it,” he sighed. But he gives them a small smile to appreciate their attempts to soothe him.
Petra frowns. “If? Mysta, you’re literally one of the top livers in EN, like? Hello? Mr. One Million?”
“But I still don’t know when that’s gonna happen. Might as well be in a year or maybe like half a year or something.”
Elira’s eyes narrow. She quietly listens to their conversation, or bickering at this point, while taking some occasional sips of her drink.
For the past practically a year, Elira’s been one of the victims to both of your hopeless gushing.
She already knew about your friendship since you’ve talked a lot about it before. She knows the stupid hijinks and drunken confessions that you and Mysta told her about off stream. Her eyes closes as a confused thought crosses her mind, Seriously, how are you two not dating already?
Of course, she’s quite aware that the rest of Luxiem are both of your victims. Hell, when Elira’s alone with the other boys, it’s usually them talking about how astonishing that you and Mysta aren’t together. Sometimes, they make bets on who’s going to confess first. It’s obvious!
Even with the two going back and forth, practically becoming one with the background, she closes her eyes and hums in thought. Finals should be finished next week, she mused. Her visible eye opens as she takes a glance at the ashy haired male. But he’s been so busy lately that they haven’t spoken with each other…
The entire EN branch had a full schedule for the past few months. In fact, their schedule was so full that sometimes the livers couldn’t make their own streaming schedules nor stream in general. Mysta, of course, was no exception. As one of the most popular livers in EN, he’s one of the most busiest people she’s ever known. On top of that, you too have been busy recently too. You haven’t been able to hang out with him as of late despite being a staff member yourself. Life really likes to fuck anyone over, doesn’t it?
She could tell that you two haven’t been able to find the time to talk with each other. The staff picked up many projects that practically almost everyone is unavailable, and you were one of said unavailable members. The only times the livers could contact you was through Slack or by email for business inquiries. But things should be slightly slowing down, for now that is.
Although, it would be nice to have you two meet each other once at the same time, even if it’s a coincidental encounter.
Wait a minute…
A devious smirk lifts her lips, her eyes glinting with mischief in mind. She chuckles to herself as she entertains the thought. Hell, it even looks kinda creepy to the other patrons. ESPECIALLY to her coworkers who’s now staring at her with confusion and a hint of fear.
“…Elira? Are you okay?” Petra asked the dragon.
“Hm?” She blinks out of her thoughts as the penguin’s voice pulls her back into reality. Elira stares at her and Mysta, who also looks a bit dumbfounded, before grinning at them. “Oh, don’t worry about it. Just thought of something.”
Blink blink. “Like what?” Mysta asked this time.
Again, she lets out a chuckle and flicks her wrist to wave off the concern. “Like I said! Don’t worry about it! Y’all will see it eventually.”
Soon enough, the waitress arrives with their orders. Elira turns to face her and helps her with the food. On the other side of the table, the two livers tilt their heads in confusion and eventually give each other an unknowing look as the table is served.
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You lie in bed snuggled underneath your covers, but the lights are still on as you scroll through Twitter on your phone.
It’s been about a couple weeks since your call with Elira. She’s been sending you updates, videos, and pictures of the group’s adventures in Japan. Sometimes, she’d call you before going to bed to tell you what happened during the trip in case it was a story she couldn’t explain over text. Of course, there were times when another liver like Reimu and Nina would join in the call and give you the tea. As much as you wished you wanted to be there while dying in exams, you felt warm as you saw the livers enjoying themselves on their vacation.
Then, you noticed how fast the month flew by. Eventually, it was time for the livers to fly home and say goodbye for a while. They all had different flights, obviously, but there was a specific person who didn’t leave the country yet.
You were looking on Twitter while watching the members’ story time streams on a pop-up viewer. Although, you didn’t see Mysta’s waiting room or tweet indicating his return to streaming yet.
Suddenly, you remembered why.
“He wants to stay back for a bit,” Elira answered over the sound of her packing. “Dunno why, but I don’t blame him. He was in Japan for work last time.”
That he was. Though disappointing it is that you can’t hang with him for a while longer, at least he’s having fun.
“Oh, remember the thing I asked you about?”
She asked you something? When?
“What thing?” You asked.
“Uh… The souvenir thing?”
Oh shit, you forgot about that. And apparently, she noticed your forgetfulness as indicated by her laughter.
“I got you something,” Elira continued, “but I’ll send it to you when I get back.”
“Why not now? You can just ask headquarters to send it to me.”
“It’s not something in a box though.”
You blinked in confusion, unanswering.
On the other end of the line, you heard her chuckle, “You’ll see.”
Your brief conversation did, in fact, make you scared. Although it’s Elira, your local dependable dragon, sometimes she can be as unpredictable as… well… the rest of Nijisanji. Not just EN, but Nijisanji in general. Remember that one time you watched her stream where she suddenly jumped into a hole in that Forest collab? Yeah…
Now, some time has passed since the trip and she’s been home for about almost a week. It’s something not in a box, right? So what’s taking her so long? Is it digital? Or did she fuck up somewhere with the delivery?
Currently, you’ve been juggling schoolwork, personal work, and work-work. Needless to say, it’s been a stressful time, especially around this type of year. Seriously, why is everyone so goddamn busy around this time? Idle thoughts aside, you’ve also been anxiously waiting for Elira’s souvenir. For the past week, you’d constantly check your phone and your PC for any email or DM from Slack and Discord with Elira’s name attached to it. Every time you get DM’ed or emailed, it’s always been another liver or staff member whose name doesn’t start with Elira and end with Pendora.
But hey, at least you got funny memes from Luca and Mysta in the mean time!
Honestly, at this point, you might as well just give up. Maybe she did run into issues, or she just forgot.
You let out a sigh as you refreshed your feed for the umpteenth time tonight, accompanied by the ghost’s voice eminating through your speakers. Yet suddenly, a notification banner from Discord slides down onto the screen.
Elira Pendora
SURPRISE!!!!
Oh.
Huh.
So she didn’t forget??
Confused yet astonished at the same time, you pull down your notifications bar and tap on the DM to see what she sent.
As the iconic Discord logo pops up on your screen, it eventually loads your conversation with Elira. When you look past your previous chat, a message larger than it should be fills about a third of your screen.
A plane ticket to London next week. Seat number and all. And most notably, it has your name.
…
“HUH?”
You frantically tap on the textbox and type.
You
GIRL
WHAGT THE FUCK IS THIS
Elira Pendora
your souvenir! ☺️
You
WDYM SOUVENIR THATS NOT EVEN RELATED TO JAPAN??? 😭😭😭😭
also
HOW DID YUO GET MY NUMBER??? AND MY EMAIL????? :monkas:
Elira Pendora
I had to pull a few strings with staff
just normal coworker things
You
:thonk:
“normal”
Elira Pendora
but like you should go!!!
I didn’t go through all that just for you to not see him
and you really needed a break so 😎
You
??????
but hes Still in japan?????
Elira Pendora
yeah but he’s flying back home next week
I asked him earlier and had to like try to figure out how to get you to meet him at the same time
or like
around the same time 😌
You
man idk if i should thank you or yell at you
Elira Pendora
LMAO EITHER WORKS IT’S OKAY MAN
better get ready!!!
You
wait what about the hotel
Elira Pendora
what hotel? ☺️
i’m sure he wouldn’t mind letting you stay for a few days tbh
and yes I will also pay for your return trip
You
BUT YOUR LEN FUNDS……
Elira Pendora
I KNOW 😭😭😭
but it’s worth it! go get your man bitch!!
but :thonk:
I think I’ll try to pass out now since I have something scheduled tomorrow soooo
GOOD NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
gn ewiwa :D
Well! Looks like you have a trip to prepare for.
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The gray haired detective lounged comfortably in the AirBnB’s living room, resting on the sofa as he scrolled through Twitter. He let out a chuckle here and there, sometimes full on laughing whenever a funny meme popped up on his timeline.
“Meesta!” Elira called out to him from the kitchen island.
He turned around to look at the unusually giddy dragon. Confused, he asked, “What’s up?”
“When are you heading back?”
“Uh…” Pulling out his phone, he quickly went through his gallery to find a screenshot of his ticket. Once he found it, he examined the ticket for its boarding time and date then put it away. “In like a couple or so weeks. I thought I told you?”
“I don’t think you did,” she answered.
She motioned him to give her the device, or at least show her the screen. Of course, he complied. Though insane she is, he does have immense respect for her and Lazulight. Mysta stood up from his seat and approached her. Once in the kitchen area, he flipped his phone towards her, letting her singular visible eye take a peek.
Elira hummed as she inspected the ticket details then pulled back. “Cool. Thanks man!”
She walked away from the kitchen, carrying a glass of water upstairs leaving him even more confused.
It’s been three weeks since his unusual encounter with Elira. He sits idly at a bench by a luggage conveyor in the airport, waiting for his bags to unload from the plane. While waiting, he leans back into his seat and lets out an exhausted sigh. Luckily, no one is seated beside him, so he could just take up all the space on this uncomfortable bench. Still, he couldn’t help but reminisce onto their conversation.
Was she planning something? Was she just curious? What was she cooking?
Now, he’s back in the dreaded land of England, land of the beloathed. He pulls out his phone and immediately checks Discord. The EN server is lively as always, everyone’s practically home but the sense of energy radiates from the screen despite being digital. Like any other liver, he hops in the conversation a bit, sometimes memeing around with the others in the general channel.
Although, he noticed that your icon hasn’t appeared at least once since he landed. He was even paying attention to the top left corner of his screen for a red dot indicating your message. Normally, you’d send him a meme or something to see while he’s asleep or busy. But strangely enough, you haven’t yet. Maybe he should send you something? Or maybe call?
Mysta continues to catch up and reflect on the livers’ vacation in Japan on the server, his attention eventually caught by a familiar bag on the conveyor.
Welp. Looks like he’ll call you later.
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Thank god Elira had the brain cells to make sure your flight isn’t after his own. Of course, she had to take in account about the flight times since you’re both literally across the globe from each other going to London. To avoid missing him right after landing, you were booked super early into the morning. But sometimes, there’s a possibility that you might be too early when he lands. And, unfortunately, that seems to be the case.
“He lands around midnight,” Elira told you on phone prior to checking in. “So you should be a biiiit early.”
Yeah, by like, 2 hours.
Man, what the hell are you supposed to do for two whole hours? Well, at least you have your phone AND your luggage. You could even people watch in the lobby. But that’s 2 hours!
What’s even more fucked up is that you can’t really use your phone unless you find the wifi. But airport wifi is kinda shitty, especially in England of all places. Talk about a British debuff.
You let out a heavy sigh and collapse into your seat. Napping is out of the question, even though you’re still kind of tired from the flight. Don’t wanna risk missing him by a smidgen, of course. So you ended up roaming around the airport for a while, getting yourself some drinks and snacks to keep you occupied while waiting for your friend. Luckily there were plenty of places to lounge while waiting, so you found a place to sit and enjoy your haul of snacks while waiting.
You did get to connect to the public wifi to look at some memes, but again, it’s the airport wifi. With how slow your phone’s been loading, you eventually disconnect yourself from the wifi after moments of mindless scrolling.
But then you realized something.
You have absolutely no idea what gate he’s in.
Panicked, you scramble to pick up your bags from your side and stand up. Shit, did Elira tell you what airline he took? God, having data in another country would be so helpful. There’s absolutely no way you’re gonna reconnect to the public wifi, it’s too damn slow! If you did have data, you’d look back to your DMs and scrub through your brief conversation from last night.
With a quick glance at your phone, the clock flashes briefly on the screen. 9:20pm, that means his flight’s arriving in less than an hour. Oh shit.
Immediately, you pace briskly throughout the terminals. As you scrounge through the crowds just to take a good look at the terminals, you ask staff for international flights from Japan along the way to help narrow down as much as possible. Throughout the search, you occasionally checked the clock on your phone. 9:40? Shit, his flight should be here now or soon.
“Mysta!” You suddenly shout, passerbys looking at you strangely as you start calling for his name. Your luggage rolls and bumps against the crevices of the floor, bags jostling as you promptly continue your search throughout the terminals. “Mysta Rias!”
Meanwhile, in the same area…
An ashy gray haired man stands in front of the carousel, waiting for the rest of his bags to drop onto the conveyor belt. He pulls out his phone from his pocket, taking a quick glance at his notifications and Discord. His mouth lowers into a frown, his brows furrowing in worry as he notices the lack of notifications from you. Did they really fall asleep?
Clink-clang!
Sunset kissed eyes shift towards the carousel at the sound. Spotting his luggage on the conveyor belt, he walks over to his revolving baggage and lifts them onto the ground. Maybe he’ll shoot you a dm later when he gets home. The handle on his large case clicks as he pulls it up, soon dragging it on its wheels behind him as he heads towards the direction of the exit.
You continue running and searching for him, frantically calling his name throughout the terminal. Your head turns left and right as you look into the surrounding late night crowd, your gaze briefly analyzing each arrival for any hint of his gray hair or his tallness. As you remain standing in the middle of the hall, looking for him, you see a tall man wearing small shades on the bridge of his nose. Gray side hairs framing his face sway into the air as he lugs his bags from the baggage claim and towards the nearest exit.
Without a second thought, your feet starts moving towards him. “Mysta—“ you call. “Mysta!”
After seconds and minutes of searching for him, calling his name and pushing through the crowd as you chase after him. Just a little more…!
“MYSTA!”
And finally… Finally, you see him.
With a clear shout of his name, the gray haired man halts.
Bewildered, he looks left and right until he turns around to see you panting. His heart stopped as he stares at you astonishly. The ambience of the crowd and muffled intercom speakers drowned out as he zoned onto you.
He looked at you.
The person standing just centimeters away from him.
The person who he thought was someone he’d never meet face to face ever.
The person who helped him find a reason to keep going even in the darkest of times.
It felt like hours just staring at each other. It didn’t even feel like there was an ocean of people swarming about and passing by. Without a second thought, Mysta slowly approaches you as if he were to scare you off. As if he didn’t want to wake up, if he is dreaming.
As he gets closer and closer, you didn’t make a move. No, you merely stared at him with wonder and excitement im your eyes.
You both stood across each other, only a few centimeters apart. He blinks several times, even pinching his wrists to disprove his thoughts. But he felt a stinging pain on each part.
An airy huff somewhat resembling a laugh escapes from him. Relief washes over him, and he whispers with a smile, “…Hi.”
You smile back.
“Hi.”
#nijisanji#nijisanji en#nijien#luxiem#nijisanji x reader#luxiem x reader#mysta rias#mysta rias x reader#luxiem x you#luxiem imagines#nijisanji en x reader#— a simple dream // writing
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In commemoration of that time, recently, when I delivered a conference keynote in a ridiculous o'clock timezone, after having been up and neck deep in other energy draining university commitments for three days straight on four hours of sleep at best, here's a little thing. I couldn't remember what I was talking about the minute the presentation ended. Scott Tracy is a public speaker extraordinaire on bingo sleep and adrenaline overdose. His brothers are worried and have to think on their feet. Special thanks to @astranite for nudging my muse in this direction.
AUTOPILOT
The trick was to get him off the stage. Scott Tracy, the Tracy Industries CEO, giving an opening keynote at the New Frontiers Expo had been scheduled a year in advance (involving the program committee begging on hands and knees for a year prior, Scott's annual commitments shuffling, some major security concessions, up to and including Kayo's team practically taking over the venue security altogether, as well as meeting a hard line of excluding any tech associated with Langstrom Fischler from the exhibits or conference talks).
Nobody could predict a mine collapse and Scott Tracy, the Commander of IR and Thunderbird One, being involved on site for the past thirty six hours (a good portion of that time spent underground without sleep).
The family medics' quorum, in full agreement with the family extended quorum, voted for canceling his public appearance and putting him on mandated rest. For a week. But Scott Tracy gave his word. So Scott Tracy gave his talk.
As keynotes go it was a huge success. Scott was passionate, funny and inspired, engaging the audience with dimples, moving personal touches and heartfelt convictions. The listeners were just about ready to "boldly go" wherever Scott would lead the way to a better, technologically enhanced and kinder tomorrow.
They divided forces in case the predictable worse actually came to pass. Virgil was behind the podium with a med kit and med scanner at hand. Gordon unironically got a tranq gun, which earned him a side-eye, but knowing Scott it might as well come handy.
John was in the audience, vigilant and listening to the keynote (and rather enjoying biggest brother public speaking prowess - seriously, how did Scott do it, half-dead on his feet?), ready to step up and take over if need be. That wouldn't be what the hundreds of Expo attendees payed and donated to R&D funds for, but they'd be getting A Dr. Tracy, at least, if The Mr. Tracy collapsed mid-sentence.
That was just the problem at the moment. Scott didn't. He concluded the speech, got a standing ovation, and was now just sort of hanging out on stage, swaying slightly. It was obvious he was running on dregs of fumes of an adrenaline high, refusing to crash on sheer willpower. It was also obvious Scott was completely unfocused and unaware where he was and what he'd been doing the minutes prior. The brilliant blue eyes were getting telltale glassy.
John had a FRANTIC Virgil booming in his earpiece. The public spotlight made the logistics of what needed to happen next tricky: they couldn't just drag him off the podium in a firefighter hold or tranq him - and spoil the profound impression of the speech; they also couldn't wait much longer till Scott fainted in front of everyone (and possibly injured himself by the fall). John was half on his way up to try and steer Scott bodily off the stage. Gordon would have been a better man for the job - dressing the thing up with a quip and some theatrics, but the Fish was still in uniform. IR on site, crashing the keynote, might have set off unwelcome panic, dangerous in a crowded space.
In the end, it was still Gordon's out-of-the-box thinking that saved the situation. They could all hear a boy's voice through their earpieces - Alan went for the highest littlest-brother-in-distress pitch he could master:
"Scotty, could you come here? I'm right behind you! Scotty, please!"
Scott could hear it too. A less exhausted brain would have remembered Allie was on the island still. They agreed Scott would take him the next day on a tour around the Expo and to several talks the kid wanted to attend.
But Scott's bandwidth capacity at the moment was reduced to the most rudimentary parent-brain instincts. So he started slightly, turned on his heel and marched backstage. It took a bit of flailing to placate a wild-eyed Scott that a) Allie wasn't in danger; b) Allie wasn't there immediately available for inspection and protecting from danger.
It came as close as Gordon clicking the safety off the tranq gun. But finally, the blue eyes stopped searching the perimeter behind Virgil's shoulder and rolled back. Scott slumped as a ragdoll in Virgil's hold.
John rushed to join the brothers the moment he heard Alan on comms. In between the three of them they settled the Commander on a hoverstrecher. Virgil insisted on a quick scan on the spot. Nothing more serious beyond bruises, exhaustion, stress and dehydration. Small mercies. Every single one of them had a private itemized inventory of possible injuries Scott might have "forgotten" to mention in order to be cleared for the keynote commitment.
Kayo's security team were clearing the path for them, off the Expo busy routes, to leave for Thunderbird Two discretely.
John lingered to brush the fringe off Scott's now noticeably pale forehead. His original intent was to go straight back to orbit after the biggest brother was sorted out. But now, there was no way Grandma or Virgil would let Scott out of the infirmary for the next forty eight hours at least. Nor would Virgil let biggest brother out of his sight for at least twice as long after. So it would fall to John to take Alan to the Expo and show the boy around.
John didn't favor crowded bustling places on a good day, but it was crucial not to disappoint or worry the kid. Scotty unconscious, sedated and grounded would have him anxious enough. It was also a great bonding opportunity with the baby-brother and a way to lift a bit of weight off Scott's shoulders. John knew biggest brother enough to foresee he'd beat himself up for succumbing to weakness and letting Alan down. John couldn't have that. So he landed a hand for support on Gordon's shoulder and all together they started the way home.
#thunderbirds are go#scott tracy#scott tracy needs a break#john tracy#john tracy didn't sign up for this#virgil tracy#gordon tracy#and thinks fast#alan tracy#features briefly#john tracy is a good brother#methinks i have astronomy#my fic#thunderbirds 2015#tracy brotherdom of love
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We need to talk
This is very late in my timezone and I'm severely tired so I'll just get straight to the point.
The Lunch Squad is being cancelled.
I know, this will most likely come off as a shock to most of my followers. Heck, it was for me too. Unfortunately, deep down I knew it was inevitable.
I'm not asking for forgiveness I just wanted to truthfully convey my thoughts to you all.
Now please don't get me wrong, I still love this story. I love Korra, Quince and Xyril dearly. But I guess... Maybe their tale was never meant to be finished.
Although, I have this one last tribute video with my little guys, to at least give this blog some sense of finality.
With all that said,
Thank you very much for reading and I'm sorry :'))
- Xenon
#splatoon#splatoon 2#agent 3#agent 4#agent 8#ask the lunch squad#creator talks#splatoon lunch squad#april fools#get pranked idiot/pos
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idk if you're in the mood, but I feel like it's been a while since I've heard any hq headcanons from you... do you have any 👉👈
it’s no longer ushiten uwednesday in my timezone but it is in my heart. anyway:
i have an Extremely specific vision of first year ushiten, mostly because they’re both new to shiratorizawa and they’re not settled yet in their school or in themselves. i think that they clash at first and tendou starts to follow ushijima around out of a combination of fascination and spite and ushijima doesn’t know how to handle it so he Doesn’t, opting to ignore tendou when he can. unfortunately for him it’s a situation of unstoppable force meets immovable object, and it turns out that tendou’s ceaseless chatter is kind of comforting regardless whether or not ushijima is really listening (and he starts listening more often than not as the weeks go on) in a white noise kind of way. it also becomes increasingly apparent to tendou that ushijima is also some breed of little weirdo, albeit not the same kind, and he discovers with a start that he’s funny. he doesn’t always mean to be, but he’s straightforward and blunt and it’s kind of refreshing.
it’s around this time that they start swapping food at meals. their respective sensory issues have a tendency to cancel each other out, and tendou forks over things like mushrooms in exchange for ushijima’s yakult (ushijima likes yakult fine, but he doesn’t care for the texture it leaves in his mouth).
more than once, tendou drags ushijima out into the rain during storms and goads him into splash fights. he always regrets it the second ushijima gets the Look that says he’s going to try his damndest to dunk him in an inch of water if if kills him. he keeps doing it anyway.
they both have a funky relationship with touch, and while this manifests in tendou as being incredibly touchy-feely with everyone, ushijima needs at least eight inches of personal space at all times. tendou compensates for this by tugging on ushijima’s clothing, his bag, his uniform, and eventually, as they both warm up to each other, ushijima will let tendou touch him in certain little ways. he doesn’t mind brief nudges or shoulder taps and he gets more comfortable with tendou absently playing with his fingers when they sit together. tendou practically celebrates the first time ushijima actually leans into him. by late second year it’s not uncommon for tendou to be perched on a piece of furniture and ushijima sat on the floor, leaning against his legs, while tendou cards his fingers through ushijima’s undercut.
post-timeskip, ushijima wakes up much earlier than tendou does to go on runs, but if he’s feeling particularly lazy, sometimes he’ll shower after he comes back and lays down with tendou again to wait until he wakes up. usually he scrolls through his phone or replays matches in his head in the meantime. tendou loves these mornings because it means he gets his weighted blanket boyfriend back.
#ushiten#ushijima wakatoshi#tendou satori#my brain is made of oatmeal but ushiten can sometimes break through. they are so special to me#riko.txt#haikyuu!!#asks
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Hi! All such great carraville drabbles so far! If you’re still doing them, may I request them coming out publicly and the various reactions of news broadcasters, other ex/current footballers and of course, the internet. Thanks!
aaa thank you!!! and yessss I love fics where it's public reaction to stuff and i LOVE multi-media type fics so this was fun to write (even though i am much too lazy to come up with fake twitter usernames)
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Group: MU mob
Phillip: forwarded an instagram post by gneville2
Phillip: ???
Gary: what
Gary: do u think I was too nice to him in the caption
Gary: I can edit it to add something about scousers maybe
Gary: or how he never won the league
Phillip: you and Carragher???
Gary: ?
Paul: whyd u make me look at that rot first thing in the morning
Paul: put me off my breakfast that did
Ryan: im not installing instagram for this whats he done now
Nicky: ^
Phillip: he’s dating Carragher?????
Ryan: where have u been for the last 2 years its literally all he talks about
Phillip: America! I have been! In! America!
Phillip: Gaz I can’t believe you told them and not me?
Paul: I wish he hadnt told us to be fair
Paul: they r so annoying
Gary: sorry phil I mustve forgot
Gary: timezones etc
Gary: gtg we’re having breakfast before he has to head to studio 🥞😍
David: nice post Gary 😊🏳️🌈 Happy for you x
Chat: Stevie G
Missed call from Stevie
Stevie: Carra
Missed call from Stevie
Stevie: Jamie Lee Duncan Carragher
Stevie: pick up your damn phone
Stevie: you are shit at this best friend thing yknow
Stevie: also Gary Neville???
Stevie: you were moaning about him when I called you just last week
Stevie: but if he makes you happy that’s alright then
Stevie: tell him he’s buying me a pint next time I’m home
Stevie: in liverpool mind
Stevie: don’t care if you love him you won’t see me in pub in manchester
The Daily Mail
LIVERPOOL AND MAN UTD LEGENDS JAMIE CARRAGHER AND GARY NEVILLE REVEAL GAY RELATIONSHIP?
Former rivals turned co-pundits posted Valentine’s day messages on their Instagram accounts which appear to show an intimate relationship between the two men, who were both married to women for over ten years. Neither has responded for comment.
Comments:
> they’re the worst pundits on sky anyway they don’t even try to hide the bias for their teams
> gary neville’s always trying to bring politics into everything rishi was right he should stick to football!
> well I will be getting my commentary from MOTD moving forward. wish I could cancel sky sports but can’t afford to miss all the match coverage so they will be getting a strongly worded letter from me instead.
The Guardian
OPINION: IT’S 2024. WHY HAS THE FOOTBALL WORLD NOT CAUGHT UP?
There are still no openly gay players in the top tier of the men’s game. Now that two retired premier league footballers have come out, we have to ask: why is this headline news?
Both Liverpool and Manchester United football clubs have posted messages in support of Neville & Carragher, and so have many current and former players. But it begs the question why they thought that support might not be implicit, or why the two pundits had to publicly “come out” at all.
Comments:
> tbh I didn’t even know who they were until I saw Beckham’s ig story 💀
> surprised Gerrard’s not said anything, thought he and Carragher were mates
>>> probably can’t if he wants to keep his manager contract $$$
> the guardian: why is the media making a fuss about two ex-footballers coming out? the guardian: is part of the media making a fuss about two ex-footballers coming out…
Twitter
Sports - Trending
Gary Neville
264k tweets
Jamie Carragher
151k tweets
@.1111 they’ve been obsessed with each other for years is anyone really surprised
@.222 ngl I thought Gary Neville was already out as gay? You’re telling me people have believed he’s straight this whole time??
@.333 it’s giving slow burn enemies to lovers 150k words…
@.444 sky already wheels the two of them out together whenever they need to promote ANYTHING I bet it’s gonna get 10x worse now
Chat: J ❤️
G 👹👸: good luck on show tonight
G 👹👸: no vday dinner :(
G 👹👸: I shall have to waste away and pine instead
G 👹👸: drown my sorrows etc
J ❤️: should be back to hotel by 1 at the latest
J ❤️: I know that’s past ur bedtime old man so don’t wait up
G 👹👸: I will be up (😉😉) and ready to give you your dessert 😘
G 👹👸: might have a cheeky nap before though to be fair
#sorry to stevie g for being slightly mean to him in this but well. i dont approve of his recent career choices <3#thanks for the prompt!!! i really really enjoyed writing all the text messages daskjsghfdg#carraville#drabbles#place ur bets now did gary successfully wake from his nap on time to greet jamie or did he fall asleep immediately
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edit: closed for now so i don't get overwhelmed! hi everyone! i'm pretty new to posting ads for 1x1 rp-ing but i have a lot of muse for writing a variety of plots! a little bit of info about me is that i'm 25+, s/her pronouns, open to m/m, f/f and m/f. as for timezone and activity, i'm in the gmt + 8 timezone and i would say i'm pretty active unless i'm working (i have a corporate job) or hanging out with friends during weekends. there are also some days when my writing muse is low of course so please do understand. (when you have those days i'll definitely be understanding as well!)
i'm looking to find 1x1 partners who are at least 23+ on discord. i'm an oc type of girl who plays both male and female ocs. definitely more experienced writing male ocs, but i like having a good mix. i would hope the same for my rp partners as well! i definitely can do semi-lit to novella depending on muse or brain juice. also! i would like to practice writing nsfw since i haven't done so in a while.
below the cut you'll find more information about tropes, fcs i like to use and etc. like this post if you want me to approach you for your discord! or you can message me with yours!
just some general info:
be clear when communicating especially if you have no muse for a certain plot/thread! i would appreciate it rather than being ghosted.
please put in the same or enough effort when it comes to plotting/headcannons and etc. i promise to do the same or inform you if i don't have enough brain power to come up with things.
i love angst and fluff is definitely fine too as a bit of a palate cleanser.
my only trigger is descriptive self-harm but there are some taboo topics i am really not comfortable writing despite not being triggered.
some fcs i rp/would like to: song kang, park solomon, ateez san, txt's yeonjun, the boyz younghoon and hyunjae, svt's jeonghan and jun, bright vachirawit, bibi, youha, fromis_9 jiwon, noze, twice's sana, kiss of life's julie han, billie's haram, kitty chicha, kwon nara and honestly many more. also open to suggestions!
some tropes/genres/what have you ideas:
grumpy x sunshine, best friends to lovers (pining premium, both are idiots, drops the 'bro' and 'no homo'), fake dating (for dumb reasons like i need to make myself look desirable because people think i've been bitchless for years which yes i have been But), meet ugly, enemies to lovers, exes to friends to lovers, rivals (especially for like royalty aus), high fantasy, supernatural, revenge, royalty, reincarnation, 25 lives (the poem by tongari), blind date gone wrong, based on anime/movies/series, storybook characters with a twist and a plot like hotel del luna where they're wandering souls staying at a super fancy hotel, vampires, merfolk and etc... that's a lot i realized.
specific plot ideas:
business partners who are also fwbs. two people who match in every aspect from financial status, looks, in the bedroom etc.. have tried to make it work in the romance department but it just left them frustrated but they try again
final girl who's trying to recover from the horrors of what happened (we can base it off of a movie) who accidentally falls for a serial killer
i have more i Swear this post is just getting too long fr pls don't cancel me
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As long as I'm with you (Mick Schumacher)
Note: english is not my first language, and I have been thinking about this for a few days, it's my first time writing for Mick and yeah, just going to leave this here, I'm actually not sure how I feel about this but all in all I could delete this later and it will be your word against mine wether or not I actually posted it
Feedback is appreciated 🤍 and although I'm not taking requests per se, if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so!
Tw: mentions of being ill, living away from family members, curse words
That night hadn't been the best. You had woken up at 3 am covered in sweat, the t-shirt you wore to sleep stuck to your skin along with the sheets that covered your legs, "for fuck's sake", you muttered under your breath. Getting up, your pounding head only allowed you to turn your bedside lamp on for soft light as you took your bedding off, discarding in on the floor as you headed to the bathroom. Checking the water and regulating it to the right temperature, you undressed yourself and threw the dirty clothes on the sheet pile. After washing your body and your hair, you got out of the shower and dried your body, grabbing a new pair of underwear and an oversized t-shirt. You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a little granola bar so you had some sugar in your system before heading back to your bed, stopping by the bathroom to discard your hair towell, deciding that you did not have the energy to grab your hairdryer. You woke up again at 6 am, this time your head pouding even more, prompting you to grab a paracetamol and wash it down with some water, falling back asleep after it started helping.
You woke up at 8 am and despite the tiredness you felt, you couldn't get yourself to fall back asleep, rolling in your bed for a good half an hour until you gave up. Heading to the bathroom and doing your business, you then got to the kitchen and started preparing some toast and juice for breakfast. You were sitting on the sofa when your phone pinged, a text message from Mick saying he had landed and was on his way to your place.
Now that was something you hadn't thought about. When he suggested you guys spent his first day back together, you had been fine, just a stuffy nose and tiredness, making you agree with him and hoping whatever you had would pass quickly. You were feeling a lot better considering the previous days and the nightyou just had, but the thought of Mick wanting to do something with you in this state wasn't something you couldn't push yourself to do, and as much as you hated to do it, you had to tell him how you were feeling. You had refused to admit to Mick that you hadn't been feeling well during the weekend, wanting him to focus on his race. Since the timezone difference was a significant number of hours, you managed to speak with Mick only through messages and quick phone calls, the only time you were able to video chat you were already in bed, disguising your tired face from the toll whatever bug you had caught was taking on you with the sheets and low lighting. So you pressed the telephone icon, waiting for him to pick up as you stuffed the dirty sheets and clothing from last night in your washing machine, "Hi schatz, I'm just leaving the airport now. Do you need me to bring you anything?", his voice came out of your phone speaker, "Hi bubs, how was the flight? About that... I'm sorry but I think we're going to have to cancel going anywhere today, I had a really bad night and I'm so so tired I don't think I can go anywhere today. I really wanted to spend the day with you doing something, I miss you loads", you said. Mick was quick to pick up on the disappointment and tiredness in your voice, "Nonsense, we don't have to do anything special. How about I grab some food and we spend the day on the sofa? How does that sound?", he replied. You sighed, appreciating the man on the other side of the line, "you're sure you don't mind? You can go hang out with somebody else, I don't mind", you said genuinely, "I don't care what we do. As long as I'm with you, that's all I care about. Do you need anything specific?", he asked, earning a negative reply on your behalf and then bidding eachother goodbye.
Looking around your place, it was actually pretty clean. Since you had spent the weekend in your bed, the rest of the house was actually tidy, "only need to tidy the bedroom now, Y/N, c'mon", you told yourself as you got to work. You made your bed, now properly fitting the sheets you roughly replaced in the early hours, making your bed and grabbing any cups and bottles of the many liquids you had been drinking, opening the window so the air renovated too.
You were washing the plate and cups when someone knocked on your door and, drying your hands in one of the towells, you went to open the door, "Hi, my love! Oh, I can get that", you said grabbing his back pack whilst you both got inside, setting his bags on the living room. "I got some pasta from that place we went the other day that we really liked, some chocolates and", he unveiled something from behind him, "these, I hope you like them my love", he said referring to a beautiful bunch of flowers. You were in awe of him, warmth spreading through your chest, "I love you so much and I want to kiss you so badly right now", you grumbled, "Why don't you Schatz?", your boyfriend asked, not understanding what was stopping you.
"I'm think I've caught something, probably sweated it off yesterday, but I don't want you to catch it", you pouted, not looking at his face, already imagining the concerned look on his handsome face. "Let's go question by question. Number one, you were sick?", he said, grabbing your chin gently so you looked straight into his eyes, earning a nod from you, "yeah, I think it's over now, I'm just tired", "Number two, why didn't you tell me?, he asked in the softest tone, not wanting you to feel like he was scolding you as he was only worried about you, "because I didn't want to distract you and I genuinely thought I would shake it off quickly", you explained. "Not exactly a question but number three", the driver said grabbing your waist, " I think I may have had what you had and might have even been the one to pass it to you so we can kiss, please?", before pressing his lips on top of yours. And how you both missed that feeling.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't want you to worry and bother you", you whispered after you broke your kiss, looking at his blue eyes, "You know you could never be a bother for me, right?", Mick said brushing your hairs away and pressing a kiss to your forehead, "now c'mon, let's eat because that pasta won't eat itself", he said sitting you down as he went to the kitchen to grab cutlery.
After a brief discussion about who would clean the dishes, you won and went in the kitchen while Mick prepared the living room for your afternoon.
"I'm done in the kitchen", you said, walking in your living and seeing the blankets and pillows all fluffed up on the couch, an array of sweets on the table and the TV ready for you to choose something to watch, "you know you didn't have to do all this you know? I could've helped too", you said hugging Mick from his back and revelling in the feeling of having him so close to you. "I know you're very independent", he said turning around and grabbing you so he could sit on the sofa and you could sit on his lap, "It was one of the things that attracted me and made me love you in the first place, but I also enjoy taking care of you", he said as he pulled the blanket over the both of you. "It's just I have been on my own for most of the time and so there wasn't anyone else to get it done but me", you said, referring to your move a few years ago. You had gotten an amazing job offer and there was no way you could decline it, even if it meant moving to another country and away from your family. "But I'm enjoying this very much", you hummed, nuzzling your nose in the crook of Mick's neck and inhaling the comforting scent. "Well, I'm planing on being here for a long time so you can always count on me", he said pressing a loving kiss on your face, noticing your rapid blinking eyes indicating that a couple's nap was in order. And he wasn't a single bit mad about it.
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Morning everyone! I wanna do a fun recap of the unhinged events in my Slay the Rimworld game, for all of yall who don't stay up till 3am. (Your timezones may vary.)
1. Hunted, Damsel, & Prisoner all crashlanded on a bizarre new planet within the construct.
2. They all realized they were god awful at farming. (Hunted has a skill of 0 out of 20. Prisoner had a skill of 0 out of 20. And damsel has a skill of 2 out of 20.) & were barely able to swing a pickaxe for mining. (0 out of 20's for the whole trio.)
3. Hunted helped out for a while, but then a heatwave hit and then he spent 2 days after landing, wandering around the wilderness in a dazed and confused state.
4. After getting their own bedrooms built, Hunted had a second mental breakdown. He went on a food binge, and somehow managed to get a date with Prisoner whike shoving Rice & Potatoe stew down his beak.
5. Much later, Hunted and Prisoner had to cancel their Marriage ceremony because a visitor to their village upset Prisoner. She proceeded to beat her ass.....with one injury on the guest being a bite wound.
6. Hilariously, only 2 days after recovering from the ass whooping recieved at the hands of Prisoner, our guest managed to make DAMSEL of all people beat them too. Yet again. The Vessel walked away with minor bruises, while the guest needed multiple medkits to recover.
#modeus's autistic ramblings#humor#slay the princess#rimworld#slay the rimworld#The Prisoner#the damsel#voice of the hunted
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Hey!! Here’s my updated commission sheet. Everything is correct as of February 2023. You can also tip me on ko-fi here
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#illustration#illustrator for hire#art#artist for hire#artist for commission#traditional media#traditional art#fantasy art#character art#character illustration#character design#freelance illustrator#freelance illustrator commission
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Black (stupid) songwriting journal of fate - Part II
It's Juke Jeudi (in my timezone) again, so welcome back to the Kimi no Na wa AU nobody asked for.
Part I / Part II / Part III
And sorry, originally, this was supposed to be a "short summary" of the plot. It got a little bit out of hand.
In an article, Julie discovers a list of fatalities and finds Luke's name among them. Alex and Reggie are also listed. But Bobby is missing.
There are a few more victims, mostly fans and employees. But also a very unlucky skater boy -- Willie -- who got hit by a truck outside, as both he and the driver were distracted by the inferno.
Julie realizes that their timelines aren't in sync and wants to warn Luke about the fire.
Unfortunately, after discovering the truth, they never switch places again, so Julie has to find another way to connect to him and seeks out Bobby. (Flynn and Nick (and maybe) Carrie are helping her track him down.)
At first, Bobby, thinking she's a lunatic but also still traumatized, dismisses her. But since Julie is a woman on a quest and has learned (from Luke) that she has to fight for her goals, she doesn't back off.
Eventually, Bobby admits that there had been days when Luke seemed like a different person. (Reggie kept saying he was being possessed and called him "not-Luke Luke" -- to Alex and Bobby's annoyance.)
Bobby also informs her that Luke was acting weird on the day of their performance, growing increasingly desperate and frantic as he was waiting for someone special to arrive. But when nobody showed up, he suddenly ran off.
He returned a few hours later (sneaking in through the fire exit, making the security so angry they locked the door), lacking his cheerful and energetic attitude as well as his notebook, telling them he wouldn't need it anymore.
And this stirs up some memories in Julie because she suddenly remembers how she received the notebook: Luke gave it to her.
As it turns out, to clear his head, he returned to Sunset Curve's rehearsing space, which happened to be the Molina's garage -- Rose had rented the place to them -- and there he ran into a younger Julie (and her mom).
She'd been a bit weirded out by the strange boy who had known her name and who had been so shocked seeing her. But when he gave her his songwriting journal, she accepted it anyway because she sensed an unexplainable connection between them.
(She isn't even that surprised by the revelation. This memory-altering soul-magic sucks ... a lot!)
It also explains why "Now or Never" sounded so familiar. Younger Julie had enjoyed listening to them and even snuck closer to the garage to watch them play from afar. (But she didn't have to courage to meet them/get too close.) So she was extremely saddened by their unexplained and sudden absence. But since it was around the same time her mom got sick, she quickly had more pressing concerns.
Present-Julie curses Luke for not telling her the truth and is even more determined to save his stupid butt so that she can tell him that he's an idiot ... and that he was wrong about not needing the notebook anymore.
Anyway, Bobby hints that Luke's acoustic guitar is maybe still there, and since Luke believed that their instruments are attached to their souls, this is her best shot.
Okay, take a breath, get yourself a cup of tea/coffee/cocoa/beverage of your choice, and then continue.
That night, Julie sleeps in the loft with the guitar by her side, and the journal cradled against her chest.
When she wakes up, she's still in the garage but back in Luke's body, and it's the day of their show at The Orpheum. (After another fight with his parents, Luke had run out on them and spent the last night of his life in the garage.)
She convinces the boys to believe her story, and together, they plan to evacuate the fans and the staff and take precautionary measures. (They cannot cancel the gig as it could ruin Sunset Curve's reputation.)
Afterward, she returns to the garage, hoping that Luke has stayed there in her timeline and that the proximity will trigger a final swap.
They can sense each other's presence but can't see each other, and suddenly, with all the exhaustion, fear, and agony kicking in and sending her mind spiraling, Julie's on the verge of a breakdown.
That's when she hears the faint tune of a piano -- her piano, figuring that Luke is playing it in her timeline. She responds by strumming on Luke's guitar. (They picked up a few skills during their swaps ... and let's imagine they create a raw version of "Perfect Harmony"... or the acoustic version of "Bright".)
And when sunset falls (Sunset Curve ... it's a prophetic name 😉), their timelines merge, and they can finally see each other.
And they can touch. And hug. And the hug should be awkward because they are still stuck in the wrong bodies. But it isn't.
And once they hug, their souls revert to their rightful bodies.
Afterward, Julie explains what they did to prevent them from dying and returns his journal, telling him he was wrong about not needing it anymore.
Luke accepts it and then, to Julie's surprise, rips a page out. He scribbles a few words on it and hands the page to Julie -- just in case the plan fails.
Julie's not amused and throws him a death glare because she just saved his butt, and that was a hassle, and she's not sure he's worth doing that again.
And then she pecks him on the cheek. And ... duhfskbhfdbdf... flustered/dazed Luke. (sorry, this person just enjoys flustered/dazed/lovesick Luke too much)
They figure they don't have much time left together, and Luke asks if she wants to continue working on the song -- now with Julie playing the piano and Luke on his guitar.
They do until dusk passes, and their timelines separate again.
Julie notices the sound of his guitar fading, implying that he's gone. She remembers the paper and unfolds the page, lowkey expecting to see "Unsaid Emily" and that she is supposed to give it to his parents.
It isn't. The page only contains a few words: "I love you."
Suddenly suspecting that all the events were her mom's doing, she thanks her before eventually falling asleep, still clinging to the note.
As her consciousness drifts away, her memories of Luke gradually fade into oblivion. The following day, she wakes up, and her memories are entirely gone, and the page is just a blank piece of paper.
In Luke's timeline, before returning to The Orpheum, he visits his parents to play the song to fix things before it is too late.
Their plan works out, though. They all escape and survive. And when they stumble out of the exit, Willie pancakes Alex instead of getting pancaked by a truck.
But just like Julie, Luke has to pay the price for meddling with time: He, too, has lost his memories.
Thus, they are forever cursed with a constant sensation of loss and longing and the feeling of being incomplete.
The end.
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Part I / Part II / Part III
I'm kidding. So please, do not block me (yet). 👻
Listen, there was no way not to include the "I love you". (Gosh, that scene in the movie made me bawl my eyes out.)
Btw, I'm relieved to hear that a) others were plagued by a Kimi no Na was (or a similar movie) AU, and b) getting very emotional just thinking about this movie.
And I had never heard of "The Lake House" -- so I watched it on Saturday. I enjoyed it. It's very Juke, indeed.🙂
Also, I found this among the little snippets I wrote for this AU. The timestamp dates back to May '22. See, that's how long this AU has been haunting me. (Taki and Luke kinda look alike, huh ...)
#julie and the phantoms#jatp#jukebox#juke jeudi#juke kimi no na wa au#they're soulmates and they are in love#(Also my deepest apologies for violating English tenses.)#And grammar in general
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i don't know, i feel like lately i've been getting better at... doing things that are difficult? not to sound like a toddler, but it's so fucking hard to get myself to do things, even if i desperately want to do them, and like yeah i know that's Executive Dysfunction, it's just very hard for me to wrap my head around. putting under a readmore because i'm just shooting my mouth in multi-paragraph format.
i have lately been able to brute force Activities with much more success. stimulant is a help, not so much in terms of direct cognitive functioning as much as indirectly by making me less devastatingly tired at all times. i still have little control over the direction of my focus and get stuck doing things a lot, both enjoyable things and unenjoyable things. and things that were enjoyable and then they eventually become unenjoyable and i still can't stop. and et cetera. i jokingly say free will is a sham, because it has always felt on various levels that i have somehow, physically and metaphysically and whatever, not had access to the same level of free will as my peers. shoutout to that person who posted their 'tourette's and free will' thesis online and altered my vocabulary on that front forever lmao.
but like... i've been doing pretty consistent work on some translation, and when i finish this piece i'll submit it and hopefully i'll be able to build my portfolio with a volunteering opportunity with this organization that will post my occasional translations of articles with my name attached. i've been playing chess (not well, I'll say, but i've been studying and practicing). i've finished a couple art pieces (small drawings mostly, except for the camel i whittled over many days and weeks!). been practicing arabic almost every day, and reading on grammar on days that i'm not directly practicing vocab and such. i took a six week intensive stats class during the summer and i worked my ass off and got a B+ (note that i hadn't taken any math class since literally a decade ago). i've stuck this master gardener program class through to the end, and i just need to finish my volunteering hours within the next year (that will absolutely Not be a problem) and i'll be a proper master gardener in my county. i've spent most saturday mornings (early because i am the earliest timezone lmao) this past year since about april, with a couple months' break, playing a logh strategy board game. i moved out and have been handling it.
i think, and i don't want to exaggerate, but like. i have been deeply affected in the past by failure and having to drop out of things or simply not do things because of overwhelm and inability to keep up. i missed out on being definitely cast in a college theater production because of dumb shit on my end. i made it onto an international model united nations team that was going to go to the czech republic and poland to compete, but had to drop. i was going to double major, but couldn't swing it. i took six years to do a bachelor's degree that normally takes people three (four, if they double major), and did a summer language immersion program that i was burnt out so spectacularly by that i was paying for it for YEARS after. i spent all that time literally surviving that i learned approximately no arabic. definitely didn't go to jordan the year after that to study like literally everyone else in my program. all of the volunteer and internship opportunities i could not follow through upon because i simply COULD not, physically or mentally, do them.
i don't know, people are always like 'you've accomplished so much!' which like, yeah, i've definitely accomplished things, i never mean to discount the things i've done! but people have always said so as if it cancels out the devastation of being so close with these other things that i desperately wanted to do and almost did but then didn't because of various internal reasons. and then the feeling, simply out of habit, that, oh, why bother with this thing, you're not going to make it through. there's also a certain patronizing tone that people couch their words with when talking to me about, oh, sweaty, remember that you have your problems. you have SUCH a beautiful brain and i can tell how soooo smart you are as you struggle to communicate with your words. I'll Fucking Kill You With My Hands.
but. anyway. this is the first time i've ever felt like i've come close to actually thriving, despite some troubles with health that are going to come occasionally in inevitable waves, but i got through it. i supported myself financially, and i am living my life on this wretched and beautiful earth.
i changed the goalpost of this from 'doing immediately effortful things' and 'accomplishing goals' but honestly they're in the same enough vein that they occupy the same part of my heart, which is hopefully beginning to fuckin heal after the constant and pervasive disappointment in myself lmao. and some of that is learning to not be disappointed in myself, i guess. things happen, and there are people who have it worse than i've described above, certainly. i've been putting together some grad school apps, so here's to trying again at some shit because i am allowed to and because i probably have the ability to do it.
#prattling about the self#truly prattling here#i don't know just thinkin about things#also didn't help that i lived with someone for most of my life who prided himself in being 'realistic'#and therefore tore me down at almost every instance he could#combine that with a kid who was not confident and also spent most of their life hating themself to some degree#that i just believed him#hard habit to break#but i'm breaking it
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680 words written today -- barely scraped my monthly word count goal by 65 words over. Woof. I don’t like frantically trying to make word count before the clock turns over. (For reasons that don’t need to be gone into (from the West Coast), my word count tracker has its timezone set to Pacific, not Eastern, which I’m sure doesn’t help my usual poor sleep habits.) I went two weeks having almost no appointments (I had three cancellations and one booking) and today and tomorrow I’m booked solid, plus today I had an interview (nervewracking!) in between sessions.
Snippet from Of Home Near chapter 8.
Peggy had watched a little of that afternoon’s photoshoot before she had gotten too disgusted with the whole thing and left to do something that was actually productive. She had expected Steve’s long-suffering familiarity with the process; she hadn’t expected Natasha’s. Sherman was, she had to admit, going to get some marvelous photographs out of it, the kind of pictures that would end up on film posters and magazine covers. The idea of being commercialized like that, of being narrowed down to a handful of still images, gave Peggy hives; she still had no idea how Steve put up with it.
No. She didn’t want that. She never had.
She considered her reflection in the mirror again, then dug her lipstick out of her handbag and touched it up.
“Am I being absurd?” she asked Rose suddenly. “Steve came back with another woman, but we –”
Rose bit her lip. “Peg,” she said eventually, “don’t take this the wrong way, but – everyone knew how you felt about each other, but you two weren’t even dating, and everyone knew that too. Wherever he was, whatever happened to him, Captain Rogers came back with a woman he’s obviously crazy about, and she’s pretty crazy about him, too. I’d be mad if I was you,” she added, apparently in response to whatever Peggy’s expression was doing, “but you’re the one who said that you’d never made any promises to each other. He didn’t actually do anything wrong.”
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I always forget to post about this, but not this time!
Escape the plot forest is an online writer summit hosted by Daniel David Wallace. The summit goes for 5 days, each with a range of authors and writers giving advice & resources related to the summits theme. This one is plot (, my personal favourite of three yearly summits he does).
To give you an idea of what talks there are, here are today's talks (today is day 1 btw)
To attend, you need to buy a ticket, however, do not fear my fellow empty pocket holder! There is a free option :D
24 hour access to all videos for free or $67 usd (early bird tickets, which are still available) for forever access to the videos. And don't fear if you want to do it free and are coming in late, day 4 or 5 is jubilee day so you can watch any videos you've missed.
I do all the summits on the free ticket, and you can watch all the videos in the 24 hours period, (it normally means a couple of late nights for me, (due to timezones as you can see), but it's totally doable).
I highly, highly recommend this for any budding writers, hobbists or enthusiast. It's a great event and you learn & get so much insight into writing and the art of storytelling.
Heres you link, https://forest.plotsummit.com/, Go check it out
No, this isn't sponsored or anything, I just genuinely love this event so much!
I used to do the Auckland Writer's Festival while I was still in high school (it's school kids only T_T), and LOVED it so much. My last festival was cancelled in 2020- thanks Covid - and while looking for online recordings of previous Auckland Writers Festivals (because those exist, and are great, and worth hunting down), I found the first Escape the Plot Forest.
#helpfulstuff#writing help#escape the plot forest#writing summit#online summit#writers on tumblr#writing community
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Stream schedule for today, description in alt text. All times are in AEST, I recommend worldtimebuddy.com for converting timezones (not sponsored, I just like + use it)
In depth info regarding the streams below the cut :3
The Wednesday stream is tentative because I'm getting a deep tissue massage on Tuesday and sometimes they set my chronic pain off. So it may be cancelled, won't really know until Wednesday morning (sorry)
Friday's art n chill stream will involve traditional art, likely some sculpting and painting this time as I prepare for an upcoming market.
Pokemon White stream has been delayed multiple times and I just wanna do it. I just want to play pokemon. We will play pokemon this weekend. I will do whatever I need to, to make it happen.
I have a server! Where you can get updates on streams + art. It is not required (i think), but if you find you are missing out on streams or you're not sure what's happening with my stream schedule I recommend joining.
[link to server here]
Thanks once again for all your support and for the warm welcome back to streaming on Friday, I hope to get back into the swing of it this week. :3
#stream schedule#stream stuff#stream announcement#pngtuber#envtuber#furry vtuber#furry pngtuber#im a vtuber in the same way that barbie is the president. in my own magical world it's true. but if you saw me stream you would say: no way
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18+ female searching for a partner! Australian Timezone.
Looking to do a: Camp Cretaceous roleplay.
Seasons: 1-5.
Pairing: OC x Yasmina Fadoula, will explain further in tumblr DMs.
I only do doubles, OC x CC.
I roleplay strictly in Tumblr DMs, please do not ask for a discord or any other form of social media.
All characters will be aged up to 16 and over, OCs below that age line will not be accepted.
I roleplay strictly with human OCs, Dinosaur-human hybrids aren’t allowed.
I usually type between 2-4 paragraphs, replies will be equal for both sides. I’d appreciate it if your replies were same size and length for both sides. I’m fine if you can only type 2-3 paragraphs, but please make it 2-3 for your side and 2-3 for my side. Do not make ir 2-3 for your side and 1-2 for mine, that’ll result in cancellation of the roleplay.
I use quotation marks to signal talking, I do not use * to signal actions. PLEASE notify me when you need to leave, don’t just drop out and not let me know why.
Sorry if I may seem strict, I’ve just been let down a lot.
Will reach out once you like the post.
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