okay so my sexuality's a complicated deal so let's just call me queer as hell
nono I wanna know can't you explain it
well ok mainly I am asexual which means I don't want to do the do nor do I long for it, so it has nothing to do with lack of confidence or anything like that, I simply don't find anyone sexually attractive
but I'm also bi romantic. The sexual and romantic attraction are different, and I still fall in love and want to have physical contact with my partner, I just don't need the hanky panky
right cause you have a girlfriend that's pansexual right
exactly and as long as we're both happy with not doing the rumba naked, that's a valid relationship
I get it, I get it... I didn't know the entire sexual and romantic orientations were different
yeah I know it was an eyeopener for me when I found ou-
Lady behind us in line:
excuse me so sorry but I couldn't help but overhear but I didn't know half of what you just said and I was just wondering what that thing your girlfriend was is, pansexual?
*awkward glance at friend* oh uh I'm not an expert or anything and uh ok so basically it's similar to being bisexual, but there's less value in what gender the one you're attracted to is, at least as I understood it. So a bisexual would be attracted to a person despite their gender, a pansexual wouldn't really care at all in a way uh I'm sorry I'm bad at explaining
Lady behind us in line:
that's alright I can look it up myself later you gave me a general idea! So where did you find out these things, you're pretty young?
well, Internet. Once you're a bit confused about what you might be you usually go looking for explanations...
Lady behind us in line:
so uh in theory... It's fine if you don't know, I just want to check with you... Is there a thing called aROMANTIC? like you're asexual, is there a equivalent to the romantic orientation you mentioned?
oh yeah, absolutely! You can be both asexual and aromantic, or aromantic and heterosexual, literally all combinations are possible!
Lady behind us in line:
*smiles LIKE REALLY GODDAMNED GENUINELY* thank you so much, I did not know that. *fishes up phone from pocket* now if you excuse me, I'm going to call my mother and tell her I'm not crazy for never having been married or stayed with one guy for long despite being 50+ but still has three children! *steps out of line and walks off while dialing*
wow that was... Amazing
see how happy she got? That's the power of right information.
And that's why I've been smiling since this happened.
*moves dusty old boxes out of the way* Whoa, an old record player. It looks like it's in working order too! *runs outside*
We're getting rid of all of poppop's stuff, right?
There's something you want, isn't there?
There's this old stereo record player in the attic.
What do you need a record player for?
My record collection.
I didn't even know they still made those things. Can't you just listen to music on your phone?
Dad, there's a big difference between listening to music digitally and on record.
Fine, I don't wanna get into it with you right now. You can take the record player. You just have to get someone else to take it to your place for you. My truck's full.
Thanks dad! *smooches dad on the cheek*
*later at hipster's apartment*
So, like Patch Adams ends with Patch Adams half-naked in front of a ton of people. I don't know if it was meant to be funny or like a weird sex thing, but like the movie was just a deeply disturbing character study. I can't stop thinking about it.
That sounds boring. *unlocks door to apartment* Ta-da! Here it is! My new record player!
New? Looks fucking old to me, dude.
Well, it is old. That's the appeal. And we're going to listen to the new Sufjan record on it.
Is that actually how you say Sufjan? Apparently, I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.
Well, you won't after this record. There's an entire track where he just says his name for four minutes. It's amazing. *plays records*
*coughs* Hello. Hello! Where am I? Doctor? Hello! Why is it so dark...............................Can I breathe? I can't breath. Oh god, I'm not breathing! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! I.....................................
Uh, that's not Sufjan.
It totally isn't. Is it some guest vocalist? I like the new direction he's going in. No instruments or singing, and long stretches of silence. Very experimental.
*stops record player* I think maybe we should do something else for now.
Fucking lame! I wanted to listen to more Sufjan.
*days later at the record store*
Yo, I think the Sufjan Stevens record I bought from here might be some kind of mispress.
Really? It's a pretty major album. I doubt there'd just be a mispress like that.
Yeah, but listen to it. It's not Sufjan at all. It's some girl talking.
*hipster and clerk listen to a completely normal Sufjan Stevens album together*
What are you talking about? This is definitely Sufjan Stevens.
Okay, but it wasn't like that when I listened to it at home! I even listened to it with my friend and he heard the same thing!
Maybe there's something wrong with your record player.
Hmm, maybe there is.
*back at the apartment*
*turns on record player and just listens*
...I'm awake again. Why did I black out? Did I even black out? God, I'm not breathing, but it doesn't matter. Why don't I need to breathe? Am I even alive?
Can you hear me?
Doctor. Doctor! DOCTOR! Why can't I move? Why can't I feel anything. Keep yourself together. It'll all make sense soon. Calm down. Just breathe deeply. Fuck, I can't breathe! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T BREATHE! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! I'M STUCK! I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE HELP ME!
*turns off record player* It's just a recording, I bet. I can't believe I talked to it like an idiot... *nervously turns record player back on*
I blacked out again. I blacked out. For how long? Is there even time here? Hell. This is hell, right? Did I go to hell.........................................
*listens to the record player for hours*
Negative 6893 bottles of wine on the wall! Negative 6893 bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, Negative 6894 bottles of wine on the wall... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Soul of Christ, make me holy, Body of Christ, be my salvation. God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for all of my sins. Please free me. I'm so sorry. Please. Please. Please.
FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! SHITTY DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! *sobs intensely* FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! Please just let me go.
*nervously walks up to record player and lightly taps on it*
...A knock. A KNOCK! PLEASE HELP ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE! *record player begins shake violently*
*backs away in fear*
HELP! HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE, IF SOMEONE'S THERE, HELP ME! HELP ME! I'M STUCK! GET ME OUT OF HERE, PLEASE!
*unplugs record player*
*gets hammer from the closet and begins to break apart record player*
W-What? *cracks front of record player open*
*rotting viscera falls from the record player*
O-Oh... *stuffs viscera back into the record player and duct tapes over it*
*turns record player back on*
...I can feel. It hurts. Why does it hurt now? Why does it hurt? Why? Why? Why? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? *spurts blood through it speakers and begins to gurgle*
*hops forward* Please just let me go. Please... please. I'll do anything. I just want to see you again. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I asked for. I'm so sorry. *hops forward again and comes unplugged*
*tips over, bleeding heavily onto the carpet*
*silently cleans up the mess*
*some time later*
*calls dad* Hey, dad. Oh, nothing. Uh, I just need to borrow your truck, If not tonight sometime this week. I just need to get rid of something. No, no, that's fine, I can do it myself. Yeah, tomorrow morning is perfect. Thanks Love you too. Bye.
*the next afternoon*
So, what did you need to get rid of this morning?
Nothing important. Just some old junk... Dad, what kind of person was poppop?
Well, he was only the greatest man I've known in my life. Really caring, dedicated to his family. When you were born he loved you so much. He was a bit of a loner, though. It took a lot to get him to open up. Even around me and your grandmother. He was a bit like you. Always a huge music lover.
I see. Was he ever a doctor?
That's a weird thing to ask. Nope. He hated doctors. Didn't trust modern medicine one bit. It's ironic. His cancer probably wouldn't have gotten to him if he did. But, your poppop was always so stubborn.
Oh, okay then.
*some days later*
Yup, old one was ugly wasn't it. It was time for a change.
That's what I've been telling you! I'm glad you finally came to your senses. What happened to your record player, though?
That thing? I threw it away. It was busted.
That sucks. Are you gonna buy a new one?
But you won't have anything to play your records on.
Yeah, but I buy records because I want to support the artists. They're not really for listening. Besides, lossless is better. FLAC is the future.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR JUSTIN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!”
The crowd surrounding the table the cake rest on began cheering as Justin leant over and blew the twenty three surrounding candles placed around the cake.
Once all 23 flames the candles held were blown and shifting into a small stream of smoke, Scooter approached the boy handing him a large silver knife. Justin smiled before cutting into the cake, right until the edge reached the bottom.
“You touched the bottom!” Jazzy yelled. “Now you gotta kiss a girl.”
Justin smiled, sliding the knife out of the cake and onto the platter beside it, before leaning over and placing his lips upon mine. With a smile on my face, holding back a laugh, the crowd of family and friends all cheered around us as Justin began to pull away.
His hand slivered over, taking mine in his as he tangled our fingers together before lifting it to his lips, placing a sweet kiss on my wedding ring.
“What did you wish for honey?” Pattie asked.
Justin smiled, his eyes wandering over to mine “I can’t tell you, or else it might not come true.”
“That’s just bulshit, c’mon tell us JB!” Khalil shouted from somewhere in the crowd. A few other comments where thrown around throughout Justin’s boys causing a small chuckle to escape his lips at the commotion.
“Aight, aight! I’ll tell you. I wished that we” He squeezed my hand “finally have a bit more luck, receive God’s blessing and get what we’ve wanted since the day we were married.”
Staring into Justin’s eyes, I could see a slight sparkle to them and I instantly knew my face was as red as tomato. “Thank’s baby boy.” I whispered, snuggling closer to his body. Looking over towards Pattie, I spotted her smiling at me, with a look of knowledge in her eyes.
“You guys are so cute it disgusts me.” Maejor sighed. “Time to open presents!”
The kids got up and squealed in excitment, running over towards the living room. The adults followed suit with smiles on there faces as Pattie, Diane and Chelsey stayed back to cut and hand out the cake.
My hand slithered out of Justin’s grasp, turning towards them to help before Pattie quickly darted over to my side, pushing me back into the living room. “Oh no you don’t! It’s your husband’s birthday and he’s about to open his presents, go sit with him.”
“Pattie that’s nice really, but I’m not gonna leave you three to do all the work, theres over 50 people here.”
“And we will handle it. You - just sit down.” With a nudge, I was in the living room walking over to Justin’s side. Justin peeked up, his face lifting up into a smile at sight of me. After placing myself on Justin’s lap, Jeremy was first to walk forward, handing Justin a small box wrapped in birthday paper.
“Thanks dad.” Justin smiled.
“Happy birthday son.”
After ripping the paper off, Justin was left staring at a box laced with velvet. Picking up the lid, he was met with a beautiful thin gold chain and a brand new guitar pick with the words ‘Music is love, but family is life’ engraved on it.
After thanking his father and opening a few more presents, it was only a matter of time before it was finally my turn. At this point every one had eaten there cake and was sitting in the living room, all ready to open the last present presented by me.
I stood off my husbands lap, walking over to the corner I had left the gift bag in. handing the white bag with the words ‘happy birthday’ written all over it to Justin, I watched as Justin smiled, placing a kiss to my lips.
“You didn’t need to buy me anything baby. Everything I want is right here.”
I smiled at his kind words before forcing him take the bag “Believe me, I think you’ll like it.”
After taking the beg from my hands, he slowly pulled the tissue I stuffed in at the top and tossed it into a ball on the floor beside him with the rest of the wrapping paper.
A confused look crossed his face as he peered inside, searching through a few of the items. Everyone else around us stood back and watched in anticipation and curiosity as to what was in the bag, all until Justin’s face went pale, everyone elses turned to confusion. All except mine.
“What is it?” I smiled.
“Yeah Justin what is it?” Za added. A few similar comments repeated around the room.
Justin didn’t bother looking up, instead just leant back and placed both hands over his face, the bag still in his lap. Tears brimmed in my eyes at his reaction, watching as his body jumped a few times from the sobs he let out.
“Justin baby what’s wrong?!” Pattie yelled in confusion and shock. She stood from her seat, prepared to run forward and comfort her son before I put a hand forward and smiled, mouthing ‘wait’.
Slowly she placed herself back on the seat and watched on, still looking slightly worried.
“What is it baby?” I smiled, a slight giggle escaping my lips.
He ignored my question, only leaning his elbow on his knee, with one hand over his eyes. “Are you serious?” He sobbed in disbelief.
“Yeah.” I cooed, allowing a tear to fall down my cheek.
Justin finally removed his hand from his face, wiping the discarded tears from his eyes before looking back into the bag and picking out two items from the very top. A bib and a pacifier.
Everyone around us gasped, all with smiles on there faces. “Your pregnant?!” Chelsey yelled with a smile.
Without responding, I leant back into my handbag beside me, pulling out the test I had taken two weeks prior. Giving everyone one glance at the stick, before handing it to Justin who had once again began crying.
“Happy birthday Baby…Or should I say daddy?” I chuckled.
“Guess you won’t be the only one calling him that anymore!” Za yelled. Everyone chuckled as Justin moved forward and engulfed me in his arms. A few seconds passed before his lips met mine once again and I noticed that as he did all this, his hands never left the spot which was beginning to swell with a beautiful and well earned baby.
❝ i play to win. ❞ ❝ this is my curse. ❞ ❝ wait for me! ❞
❝ your mother would’ve been proud of you. ❞
❝ let us hope for a different outcome. ❞
❝ sorry it’s such a mess in here. i-i wasn’t expecting company. ❞
❝ this is going to make you feel better. ❞
❝ the true enemy of humanity is disorder. ❞ ❝ a steady blade balances the soul. ❞ ❝ this is just like old times. ❞ ❝ even here i feel an outcast. ❞
❝ think you can do my job, do you… ❞
❝ all eyes on me! ❞
❝ ooh, this is my jam. ❞
❝ got your aim from your mom, i see. ❞
❝ i’ll feast on your soul. ❞ ❝ cheers, love! the cavalry’s here! ❞ ❝ our paths cross for now. as to the future, we shall see. ❞ ❝ we could’ve built an empire together. ❞ ❝ ah. just setting foot here sets my soul at ease. ❞ ❝ this time, stay down. ❞
❝ can i get your autograph? ❞
❝ why are you so angry? ❞
❝ ever get that feeling of déjà vu? ❞ ❝ i am a different man now. i am whole. ❞ ❝ over my dead body. ❞
❝ i’m on top of the world! ❞
❝ i’m patched up. ❞
❝ kids today with techno music. you should enjoy the classics, like hasselhoff. ❞
❝ what’s wrong? don’t you recognize me? ❞ ❝ aren’t you warm wearing all that? ❞
❝ can’t stop, won’t stop. ❞
❝ i’ll race ya! ❞
❝ mock death at your own peril. ❞ ❝ this time, i will finish the job. ❞
❝ death is an illusion. ❞
❝ look at this team! we’re gonna do great. ❞
❝ i am beyond redemption. ❞
❝ it looks like we will be working together. ❞ ❝ you’ve rescued me again. ❞
❝ i will not be defeated so easily. ❞
❝ treasure? s-sure, i don’t know anything you’re talking about. ❞
❝ so this is what has become of you? a pity.❞
❝ you’re so amazing! you inspire me. ❞ ❝ i miss him greatly. ❞ ❝ there is nowhere to hide. ❞ ❝ whatcha’ lookin’ at? ❞
❝ woo, nothing’s gonna stop me. ❞
❝ that was your dream, not mine. ❞ ❝ what you call freedom is an illusion that causes more harm than good. ❞ ❝ hehe, there’s something on your dress.. ❞
❝ you have been judged! ❞
❝ i have the upper hand this time. ❞
❝ traitor! ❞
❝ you will never amount to anything! ❞
❝ i’ve got my eye on you. ❞
❝ lot of memories of this place. they weren’t all bad. ❞
❝ the heart of a man still beats inside of me. ❞
❝ stay out of trouble. ❞
❝ step into my parlor said the spider to the fly. ❞
❝ one shot, one kill. ❞
❝ don’t think i’m happy about that. ❞
❝ now this place? makes me wanna be an atheist. ❞
❝ our world is worth fighting for. ❞
❝ you haven’t aged a day. what’s your secret? ❞
❝ ooooh, shiny! ❞
❝ oh, did that sting? ❞
❝ heroes never die. ❞
❝ where does it hurt? ❞
❝ you’re just a no-good bully. ❞
❝ i’m a one-man apocalypse. ❞
❝ you should look somewhere else. ❞
❝ you said you would arm wrestle me. nervous? ❞
❝ i learned that from my brother. ❞
❝ i hope nobody saw that. ❞
❝ on a scale of one to ten, how is your pain? ❞
❝ i’m not a miracle worker. well… not always. ❞
❝ this was once my home. no longer. ❞
❝ sorry! sorry, i’m sorry. sorry. ❞
❝ i remember being here. it was good for my tan. ❞
❝ wish i’d practice my japanese more, konichiwa! ❞
❝ you need a time out. ❞
❝ you might not want to tell your friends about that. ❞
❝ guess we know who’s really on top, don’t we? ❞
❝ with every death, comes honor. with honor, redemption. ❞
❝ a punishment for your crimes. ❞
❝ i will be on my best behaviour. ❞
❝ you think there’s something worth stealing in that temple? ❞
❝ people should be free. ❞
❝ you were never my equal. ❞
❝ death walks among you. ❞ ❝ last i checked, i didn’t ask for your opinion. ❞ ❝ you can’t be serious. ❞ ❝ they’re back. ❞ ❝ armor? how positively primitive. ❞ ❝ now this is my kinda city, everyone’s free to live as they choose. ❞
❝ you need a time out. ❞ ❝ die! die! die! ❞ ❝ to think i would have to work with a street ruffian. ❞ ❝ death comes. ❞ ❝ one of these days someone is gonna to put an end to you. ❞
❝ that which doesn’t kill you…makes you stronger.. ❞
❝ well. you sure take to this bad guy thing easily, don’t ya? ❞
❝ aren’t you supposed to be dead? ❞
❝ i’ll tell you my secret if you give me your coat. ❞
❝ sleep. ❞
❝ never liked you much. ❞
❝ never leave a teammate behind. ❞
❝ together we are strong. ❞
❝ you won’t get rid of me that easily. ❞
❝ i don’t even think children are afraid of you. ❞
❝ i taught you everything you know. ❞
❝ it’s hard to just sit around knowing there’s someone out there that needs to be blown up. ❞
❝ i’ll put an end to your sad story. ❞
❝ you havin’ trouble keeping up? ❞
❝ i have destroyed more of your kind than i can count. ❞
❝ it’s a perfect day for some mayhem. ❞
❝ we’re all soldiers now. ❞
❝ give me your best shot. ❞
❝ you knew exactly what were you doing. ❞ ❝ knock me down, and i’ll keep getting back up. ❞ ❝ you always did have a high opinion of yourself. ❞
❝ i’m not a young man anymore. ❞
❝ still trying to play hero? ❞
❝ i sometimes wonder if your height is why you’re always in such a bad mood. ❞
❝ this is no place for children. ❞
❝ the world could always use more heroes. ❞
❝ looked in a mirror lately? ❞
❝ Me one, bad guys zero. ❞
❝ i’m gonna have to shoot you down. ❞
❝ this old dog has learned a few tricks. ❞ ❝ another one off the list. ❞
❝ i love your glasses, so cute! ❞
❝ if at first you don’t succeed…blow it up again! ❞
❝ that’s for my family back home! ❞
❝ i’ve got you in my sights. ❞
❝ i’m the one who does his job. i’m thinking… you’re the other one. ❞
❝ you weren’t given those guns to toss them away like trash. ❞
❝ i will protect the innocent. ❞
I keep thinking of full moons and how when there's an eclipse werewolves lose their powers but sometimes there's partial eclipses and so it's like do they still have their strength? Or can they just open really tough pickle jars?? How often does stiles take the opportunity to mark Derek up during the partial eclipse because he doesnt heal as quickly?? I have so many questions!
This is too fucking good Nonnie, and I know you didn’t ask for this but you really sparked my muse!
Stiles jumped at bit at the sudden voice in his ear, the body heat of another warmed his back, and hands covered his own only to remove the jar from his grasp. The tightly packed jam jar strained against the force Derek was putting on it’s lid…
…but it wasn’t opening in .25 seconds. It took Derek a second to actually open it and it seemed like a small struggle if he was being honest.
“What is wrong with you? Are you sick? Dying?” Stiles asked, taking the jar away and setting it down before focusing back on his boyfriend.
The Hale-Glare-Eyebrows-Of-Doom™ were pointed directly at him, all furrowed and drawn in like something personally offended him, “I’m not dying Stiles–”
“Then why did you semi-struggle to open the jar?”
“Did you forget what day it is?” Derek asked.
Stiles paused, thinking if he’d missed anything important, “uh…it’s Tuesday?”
“The the partial lunar eclipse.”
There was a moment of silence before Stiles just straight up pinched Derek on his arm, and hard. Two things happened; Derek actually seemed in pain and beneath where he’d pinched him a small dark mark was appearing and not fading. In fact it looked like it was bruising.
“Stiles, what the fuck?” Derek winced, rubbing at his arm.
“Dude you’re not healing–”
“Don’t call me dude.”
“–but it’s not a full lunar eclipse so you’re not powerless, what can you do other than get pinched?” Stiles asked, way more curious about this than his sandwich.
Derek stepped back, leaning his hip against the counter, with his eyes flashing blue for a split second, “I can do the fangs, claws and eyes…but the hearing, smell, healing, and strength are weaker for tonight.”
Stiles felt his face lift in shock, his eyebrows meshing with his hairline as he soaked in the new information. He kind of forgot about the lunar eclipses after the Darach thing, and he didn’t even consider partial eclipses being able to affect werewolves.
He was about to ask how it all worked when another more scandalous thought popped into his mind. His face drew back in a smirk, and Derek shrank a little. The guy was probably worried considering he couldn’t rely on his senses anymore to tell what Stiles was feeling.
“So…lets say we go up to the bedroom right now…are you saying I could mark you up and it would stay?” Stiles asked.
The growl that radiated through the room was more than an answer. Somehow they found themselves upstairs in bed, catching their breath after probably the hottest sex they’ve ever had. For the first time ever they were both marked up with bruises, welts, and if Stiles raked his fingernails down Derek’s back for good measure…well they’ll heal tomorrow.
“Have I ever told you that you look hot like this?” Stiles asked, admiring the trail of hickies along Derek’s neck and collarbone.
Derek rolled his eyes playfully, “I’ll make sure to clear my schedule for the next eclipse.”
Damn Nonnie, you know how to get a girl writing :D
mars in the 1st:
i know it doesn't feel like it, but you need to let that anger out, consume you and explode. i would advise you to hit something but then i'm sort of afraid that you'd hit me--at least it's a nice conundrum, i don't see a lot of those, these days. i recommend exercise or sports because you know, two birds with one stone. or you could get drunk and kick people's asses in bar brawls/video games, both would be cathartic, i think.
mars in the 2nd:
bottle up your emotions, man. and that anger too. and when it reaches a breaking point, burst the entire dam because you're too good at it. but no, really, find a repetitive task that grounds your anger to a center, don't hoard it like dragons hoard gold, as you're wont to do. and make sure it focuses on a rhythm and unleash it using that focus. get it through your thick head: passive aggressiveness is not attractive.
mars in the 3rd:
i would tell you to punch your sibling but that'd be too drastic. i suggest you write all the words you're dying to scream and curse, the words you're gonna use to tear the world into two, in paper, make an origami of it and flush it down the toilet. that'd feel good, trust me. if not, i'd advise you to talk it out with a person you trust to be objective, look at it from a logical perspective as to why you're angry and methodically decode why it's making you want to annihilate something. you'd feel much calmer afterwards. (or end up reading six books in one day and write vicious reviews on how stupid the characters are--that works too)
mars in the 4th:
i know this sounds ridiculous, but open the fridge and the tub of your favorite flavor of ice cream, dig into it face first without using a spoon while watching really sad anime. you'd feel much better. or you could take it out on your home, violently redecorate or tear off the curtains. or something. i suggest doing heavy household tasks that'd exhaust you, so when you take a shower and get rid of all that sweat, you feel at least some semblance of calm.
mars in the 5th:
this sounds terrible and cliche, but use it to be productive. use it in your art to make a statement because it has pissed you off. run that extra mile on track. get the best score on a creative writing course--you get the gist. make sure it helps you shine, not the things/people that made you angry, because trust me, an anger like yours is nothing short of an inferno.
mars in the 6th:
fuck with your classmates/co-workers. otherwise channel it into helping people with things they can't do themselves/solving their problems while grumbling about how fucking stupid they are. you could also finish household chores and with your exhaustion, calm your anger. i know there's so much you want to say and it makes you feel like you could burst, but channel that anger into mundane tasks to get them done faster, finishing that side project earlier. and the satisfaction will quell that terrible rage, trust me.
mars in the 7th:
fuck up all your personal relationships and one on one communication and brood like there's no tomorrow, man. other things you could do are: changing your entire wardrobe to spite the person you're angry with, listening to heavy rock metal that somehow speaks to your soul at the moment and go wild on a shopping spree. the tornado in your head won't completely disappear, i know, you passive aggressive fuck, but it'll help, i can assure you that.
mars in the 8th:
plan hypothetical revenge on your object/person of anger. i know it's not satisfactory unless you back up that bark with bite, but i advise you to not do that, because you'll feel terrible afterwards. so the notion that you could get revenge, if you wanted to, is satisfying in and of itself (just don't actually want and do that, i'm saying this for your own good). listen to your favorite metal band and scream like there's no tomorrow. or tell the people you're angry with how you plan to eviscerate/castrate them in vivid detail in your head. you'll feel a lot, i repeat A LOT calmer.
mars in the 9th:
run away from it. literally. complete avoidance has always been your best strategy, hasn't it? i suggest preaching about why you're angry to anything that will listen: a wall, a donkey, babies too small to crawl away. think about affirmative action, man, and for god's sake, face the source of your anger instead of running off on a road trip with no money just for the hell of it. heck, play that weird airport finding game in an unknown place you're gonna have to navigate on your own. or play video games in general: don't let that energy go to waste.
mars in the 10th:
channel that ball of righteous fury into your ambition and dexterous work ethic (translation: become even more of a workaholic than you already are) and shove your success, your regained dignity, your perseverance right to their faces. you are made of poison and stardust, and that is the greatest strength that belies your anger. use that strength to work miracles. or smoke weed, but that's not exactly a good thing 0/10 would not recommend. but don't, i repeat, don't take it out on your personal relationships. that's exactly what will lead to your downfall.
mars in the 11th:
do NOT use it to fuel your god complex. i know you're angry at the world and how frustrated you are--i am too, but AN IDEOLOGY IS NOT A SOLUTION BECAUSE ITS APPLICATIONS IN REALITY ARE VASTLY DIFFERENT THAN THEY ARE IN THEORY. you're seeing an injustice? make sure it is not one anymore. plan it out, how you'll right all these wrongs: with your friends, with people who share the same views as you. dissect and analyze these problems and annihilate them but i repeat: DO NOT LET ANGER TRANSFORM YOUR EGO INTO A GOD COMPLEX YOU WEIRD WONDERFUL SHIT IT WILL DESTROY YOU
mars in the 12th:
don't get others to unleash your anger or manipulate them into being assertive for you. just don't, that's freaking pathetic. i strongly suggest you sleep: take a long, preferably 8 hour nap and cuddle something/someone. once you wake up, you'll be looking at it from a newer, fresher perspective and will actually find the energy to express your anger appropriately instead of using other people as puppets that dance under your strings. music would help to calm you down, as well. so try that first, all right?
12x12 Episode Review - Still Screeching...this time about the colour “Peach”.
I gave my 12x10 episode review the title “Pterodactyl
Screeching into the Void” because I was so
happy about it I couldn’t help but scream with glee at practically every
moment. I also said this: “I feel like
there is so much to talk about in this episode that fandom will be chewing on
it for months if not years to come.” I still believe this, I just didn’t
expect that two episodes later I would be reliving this exact same thoughts and
feelings. I considered 12x10 to be a one off, a glorious gift to fandom wrapped
in a big destielicious bow. Clearly, we celebrate our fandom birthday only two
weeks before fandom Christmas because we just got ANOTHER gift wrapped in an
even BIGGER destielicious bow and I can hardly contain my glee. (baring in mind fandom Christmas falls on the tenth anniversary of tumblr and close to valentines day I can’t help but feel this was planned - PRESENTS ALL AROUND)
But anyway. Lets talk meta. Once again I am very late to the
party as I doubt I will be posting this any earlier than Saturday evening when
you have probably all been talking this to death for the past two days. But eh,
I’m gonna do my thing and hope you all agree, or aren’t bored by now if
everything I talk about is stuff already gone over by my fellow very talented
Starting with the obvious, Director Dick Speight Jr and
Writer Davy Perez made this episode an homage to Tarantino movies. Specifically
Reservoir Dogs which has so many ties
to this episode both visually and subtextually that it is kind of difficult to
keep track of my thoughts on it. I have to confess, I hadn’t ever watched
Reservoir Dogs all the way through prior to watching the episode because it
never really interested me. However, after watching the episode for the first
time Friday lunch time I decided that it was in my best interests as a meta
writer to give it a go. I watched it and tried to take in everything Tarantino
was saying and doing with this movie…
Being a meta writing, destiel shipper
with heteronormative goggles permanently removed since watching this show guess
what the first thing I picked up on was? That’s right Mr White and Mr Orange…
what WAS going on there anyway? Because these guys didn’t know each other very
long but they became VERY close by the time of the heist. Poor Freddie and
Larry. Such doomed tragic lovers… do we have a ship name for them yet? Frarry?
Leddie? Or maybe just “peach” (hence my title)
I believe that when Perez was writing this episode he had a
SPN character in mind for each character in RD (mostly anyway). Cas is
obviously Mr Orange (the bleeding out from the stomach thing gives it away as
does Davy’s tweet here. Here is who I think the rest of the characters are supposed to be:
Dean – Mr White (duh)
Mary – Mr Pink
Wally – Mr Brown
Sam – Nice Guy Eddie maybe? I struggled here
Crowley – I wanna say Joe. (though I also kinda think Ketch
would be Joe here… its not too obvious)
Remiel – Mr Blonde (“yellow” hair)
Explanations and various meta under the cut. This gets long:
Summary: You and Bucky have always had an (unspoken) connection
due to having similar backstories and both feeling like outsiders in the
Avengers. One morning during a power outage in the tower because of a thunderstorm, you
and Bucky are forced to resolve whatever’s going on between you two. Based offthis request. (I changedup the request a little bit, sorry!)
mentions of kidnapping/violence/death, fluff
*overused gif not mine*
You watch him as he sleepily walks into the kitchen, your eyes glancing away from your phone and up to him as you curl up on the couch, surrounded by blankets to keep warm. It’s an extra cold day today in New York City, and with the storms rolling in, you know the weather will only continue to get worse. Another day stuck inside the tower for you. Half of the team was out on a mission today, leaving you, Bruce, Tony, and the quiet and mysterious man in the kitchen with nothing to do. But of course, Bruce and Tony were cooped up in the labs all day, which just leaves you and him.
Bucky’s always intrigued you, ever since the moment he walked into the Avenger’s tower a few months ago. Steve told you about his backstory before he moved in with the rest of you, but instead of being afraid of him like everyone else seemingly was, you weren’t scared. At first, you pitied him, having gone through a similar situation as his. HYRDA kidnapped you as a child and trained you for years to become their own personal weapon, putting you through hell in the process. Natasha had saved you from HYDRA three years ago when you had been fighting her in one of the labs her and Steve had come to take down. You don’t exactly remember how things had gone down- there’s a lot of blank spaces in your memory from your HYDRA years- but you do know that somehow she had managed to convince you to go back to SHIELD with her. A year later, you were an Avenger, kicking the asses of the people who had ruined your life as a child.
A few weeks after Bucky moved in, you realized that he was a lot different than you had expected. He was a good man; you had already known this, but he proved it to you. He never spoke to anybody except Steve, not even you, but it’s the small gestures. The way he genuinely cares about Steve, the way he will give the missions his all, the way he bent over backward to save you from getting killed by a HYDRA agent a few weeks ago. He’s not the Winter Soldier anymore- he’s just simply Bucky Barnes to you, a man who went through a hell of a lot to get to where he is today.
I find the letter at the foot of my bed when I wake
I don’t know exactly
how to say this
I’ve been sitting
here staring at the blank page for ten minutes
Why did you have
to be the Mage’s Heir?
I wish this
didn’t have to be so hard to say
Crowley, this is
together all this time and
Bet you thought I
I don’t hate you
I can’t even
explain what I
Why did we have
to be enemies?
I love you Simon
He finds me outside the dining hall, and when he
storms towards me I see the letter in his hand.
I brace myself.
“When did you even write this?” I begin.
looks taken aback. “What does that have
to do with anything?”
why did you have to write it today?”
April Fool’s Day, Snow,” he tells me, “or did you forget already?”
just it,” I say, my voice getting louder.
“Why would you write something like this on a day where it could be a
exactly that reason.”
what am I supposed to think?”
gives me a look. “Think whatever you
want, Snow,” he shrugs, “I’ve made my move, just focus on making yours.”
glare up at him a second longer. His
eyes are gray and deep and almost sad.
mouth is right there, and his lips
look soft like his hair.
wonder if he’s noticed where I’m looking.
I wonder if he’ll reach up…
I’ll have to reach down…
I’m even brave enough…
I’m not brave enough.
step back while I still can, before I’ve been staring at his mouth too long or
before one of us closes the distance.
wish I had some sort of parting phrase, something more eloquent than “fuck
you”, but I don’t.
turn and walk away, feeling his eyes bore into my back, feeling that same
magnetic tension I’d felt when I’d left him to cry away his own nightmares.
wait until I’m around the corner before I start running.
Maybe a love letter is a lame April Fool’s Day prank,
but when else am I supposed to tell him?
When else would he take it with a grain of salt?
he didn’t take it with a grain of salt, even today.
hope it makes him hate me. I hope he
burns it in front of me. I hope he makes
me burn it with my own fire.
wish he would just break my heart and leave it at that.
the only thing worse than knowing he hates me is not knowing.
I could have kissed him.
I wanted to kiss him.
outside when I run out of breath and I lean against an ivy-covered wall before
pulling my phone out of my pocket and dialing Penny’s number.
Simon, what’s up?”
squeeze my eyes shut. “You’ve got to
almost kissed Baz.”
I find Simon sitting on the ground against a wall, and
the grass is wet but I join him anyway and wait for him to speak.
wrong with me, Penny?”
shoot him a look. “Nothing’s wrong with you, Simon,” I assure him,
“you’re just scared.”
I hate him, right?”
you have to ask me, then you probably don’t.”
I must,” he insists, “I always have.”
is this even coming from?” I ask. He
hands me a folded slip of paper. A
letter, and even though it’s not signed, it’s clear who wrote it.
was on my bed this morning.”
do realize this is probably a prank, right?”
that’s just it,” he sits forward urgently, “I can’t tell.”
I tell him firmly, “if he does feel this way, then what better day to tell you
than on a day you might not realize it’s true?”
why wouldn’t he want me to realize?”
I don’t know,” I scoff, “maybe because you’ve been mortal enemies your whole
life and he’s supposed to kill you and it would be bad enough if he thought you
hated him but even worse if you didn’t?”
doesn’t respond, weighing the possibility in his mind.
almost kissed whom?”
shakes his head. “I’m not really sure
you want to kiss him?”
a long moment before he gives the slightest of nods. “Why would I want that, Penny?”
a hand on his knee. “Oh, Si,” I murmur
sympathetically, “you know why.”
I only go to the room for a minute after lunch to grab
a jacket, but when I get there, there’s a note on my bed.
I love you too.
Of course I
do. How could I have doubted for a
second that I did?
I avoid him for the rest of the day, spending most of
it wandering the catacombs and when that gets boring, the Wavering Wood. I climb to the top of the highest tree I can
find and close my eyes, trying to remember how it felt yesterday.
know if I should be reading into the note or not, but that’s probably my own
fault. I did it to him, so he did it to
me, all on the one day of the year dedicated to practical jokes.
neither of us have actually said April
wait as long as I can to return to our room for the night, and by then it’s
dark already. Simon doesn’t appear to
have come up yet, but the window is open, so he must have been here since I
found his note.
stare at the window, something dark and long swoops through the outside air
venture closer, and it swings by again, but this time I see what it is. A dragon’s tail.
of me wants to yank it hard and send him tumbling (his wings would save him
anyway, no harm done), but I just poke my head out the window and find Simon on
the roof, his tail dangling over the edge.
in Merlin’s name are you doing up there?”
out I like high places,” he replies without looking at me. I should go back inside (I don’t have
anything else to say), but the sky is clear tonight and the moon is hitting his
curls in a new way and I could study them for hours.
are you looking at?” he asks when he catches me staring.
shake myself out of my trance. “Nothing,”
I say, ducking to retreat back in.
should come up.”
here, it’s a great view.”
can see just fine from here, Snow.”
but…” he trails off, still gazing out over the grounds, “I wanted to talk to
you about something.”
can come down if you want to talk to me.”
the fun in that?” He shoots me a shy
smile like he’s not sure if it’s allowed.
“Seriously, just get out here.”
peer over the windowsill to the moat. “I’ll
you won’t,” Simon scoffs, “I’ve seen you climb.”
won’t look at me again but I can tell he’s not going to take no for an answer.
look anywhere but down or at him as I scramble over the sill and up onto the
roof, not taking the offered hand but not slapping it away either as I might
have done yesterday.
almost-kiss and you’d think the world was turned upside-down.
settle into place beside him, anchoring my feet so I won’t slide down the
angled roof. It’s really not the most
comfortable position, and the night air is colder up here, but now that I’m here
I can see what he was talking about. The
Wood is like a quilt draped over the land and the hills roll like waves into
the distance. “Not a bad view,” I
would be a shame if I were to push you off the roof right now.”
should, just to prove him wrong.
Yesterday I might have.
haven’t we teamed up before?”
give a dark laugh. “It might have
something to do with being mortal enemies.”
that what we are?”
it’s no secret that the Old Families want me to kill you.”
why haven’t you?”
you getting impatient, Snow?”
had every opportunity, but even the times that you have legitimately tried, you’ve
ended up saving me.”
make a note to stop doing that.”
doubt we’d make a very good team, Snow,” I chuckle quietly.
looks genuinely curious. “Why not?”
think there has to be a certain level of trust in a team.”
raise an incredulous eyebrow at him. “I
sold you out to a goblin yesterday,
and now you trust me?”
seems that way.”
that’s the reason we wouldn’t make a good team, because of your horrible
just laughs. “You weren’t actually trying to kill me, and besides,
look how it turned out.”
mind jumps straight to the almost-kiss at the top of the tree and I’m suddenly
grateful for the darkness hiding my blush.
“What do you mean?”
killing that goblin,” he practically gushes, “that was incredible!”
shrug. “Goblins are stupid, it wasn’t
Imagine if we’d teamed up years ago, the Insidious Humdrum would be long
gone by now.”
boring our lives would be.”
wouldn’t have to be enemies.”
look down at my legs. “We’d still have
to be enemies.”
could be unlikely friends.”
glances at me carefully. “Maybe not,” he
agrees after a pause.
he could be alright with friends, but
I don’t know if I ever could.
Fuck the Families. Fuck the Mage. Fuck the roles we’ve been given and the parts
we have to play. Fuck it all. I just want you, Simon Snow.
did you have to write that letter today?”
know if I’m shivering from the cold or the question, or both. “I’ve already told you why.”
couldn’t you have written it tomorrow?”
cast him a sideways glance. “You know
that April Fool’s Day isn’t the one designated day of the year that I’m able to
lie to you, right? Saying it any other
day wouldn’t make it true.”
it were true,” he says slowly, “today
would be the perfect day to say it without the risk of being taken seriously,
shrug carefully. “I suppose.”
looks me right in the eye. “Did you mean
hold his gaze. “Why are you expecting
I trust you.”
right, I’d forgotten.”
doesn’t matter what I say,” I sigh, “you won’t believe me.” It’s the grave I’ve dug myself.
answer, just meet his eyes.
you ever consider,” he murmurs, “even for a moment, the possibility that your
letter would mean something to me?”
speak, I can’t.
that maybe my note wasn’t a prank?”
gulp. “The thought crossed my mind, but
it was too ridiculous to entertain.”
shifts fractionally closer but I can already feel the energy start to crackle
between us. “It’s not that ridiculous.”
are you saying?”
eyes are dark like indigo, his hair framed by the moon behind him. “I think…”
breathe as I wait for him to finish.
I don’t know if I can say it. Writing it down is one thing, but saying it
face-to-face, and this close…
eyes are silver, illuminated by the moon behind me.
“Do you know why I woke you from the nightmares?” he
says suddenly, and I want to slap him for changing the subject. (And then kiss his cheek.) (And then kiss his mouth.)
I was keeping you from your beauty rest?”
you were scared, and… it hurt me to
see you hurting like that.”
won’t look at me again, and I want to take his chin in my hand and make him
meet my eye, but I stay still and wait.
you had the nightmares,” he eventually continues, “you didn’t just say no a lot.”
already know where this is going. “What
else did I say?”
Figures. “I was afraid of that,” I nod.
ask what you were dreaming about?”
takes a long time for me to answer. “I
had to kill you.”
the thought brings tears to my eyes.
don’t have to…”
“Yes. I did.”
He’s silent as I take a ragged breath.
“That’s why it’s my worst nightmare.
I know I’ve been told all my life that I have to kill you, but if it
ever really came to it, I want to think that I’d be brave enough to
refuse. But in my nightmares, I always give in. Sometimes you kill me at the same time, and
then at least I know I won’t have to carry on living in a world without you…”
“After I woke
you,” he says a minute later, his voice getting quieter and quieter, “I hated
myself for what I’d done to you. I
wanted to comfort you, to hold you until you fell asleep again, but I was too
afraid. When I walked away, it was like
someone was ripping a piece out of me, and then I hated myself even more. I thought the feeling would go away, but it
didn’t.” He looks me in the eye, and he
looks terrified. “It still hasn’t.”
He’s only inches
away. There’s tears in his eyes to match
“I think…” Simon moves
even closer, “I think I meant what I wrote.”
My heart goes
quiet, but I’ve never felt more alive.
“I know,” I whisper, “that I meant what I
everything in me right now not to fall against him.
I don’t miss his
eyes as they flicker to my mouth and back up.
When he speaks it’s less than a breath.
He takes a handful
of my shirt and pulls me down to him.
Baz tastes like
citrus and wood smoke and I’m immediately lost in the scent. His mouth is softer than I could have imagined
and I want to be gentle, to move slowly, but I can’t stop myself from opening
his mouth with mine. I feel his sigh
vibrate against my chin as I deepen the kiss and oh, it’s not enough. I want
to hear every sound he has, to explore every inch of him, to stay here forever discovering. I know right now that I’ll never get enough.
Simon kisses me
like he’s starving, like he can’t get enough, yet he’s gentle. His mouth is slow and deep, and my hand is in
his curls before I even know what I’m doing, angling his head and moving slow,
like we have nothing but time. The tears
are spilling over from my eyes and I can feel the moisture of his own tears on
his cheeks, but we’re both kissing through our grins, giddy and desperate for
from him is like pulling the plug on life support, but he stays no more than a
“Are you shaking?”
“It’s cold up
here, Simon,” he murmurs back. “Not
everyone has an internal furnace like you apparently do.”
I grin and wrap
my wings around the two of us. “Call me
He presses a gentle
kiss to my mouth. “Simon,” he breathes,
and I can’t stop myself from pulling him in again.
Baz keeps whispering
my name between kisses, and I keep falling more and more in love with him.
Hello~.I find requesting really scary, and thus have never done so before.But ever since you wrote the mermaid minhyuk au I've craved one for kihyun.The mermaid au was so fricking cute and it still pops into my head whenever I get a notification of a new post you've made.I know you have so much going on,but if you'd ever considered making a mermaid au(or perhaps even a siren au because kihyun voice <3)for kihyun I'd be the happiest follower ever ^_^. Your writing is pure love on so many levels
mermaid aus are getting so popular hehe!! here’s kihyun~ find mermaid!minhyuk (here)
has always been the best singer among the mermaids in his part of the ocean and he’s really really proud of his voice
has a tail that is a shimmering yellow with teal hints at the tips of his fins
wears a necklace of really pretty shells around his neck that was passed down to him from his mother
teaches the younger mermaid kids how to sing on key,,,,it’s really cute but he’s apparently a tough teacher LOL
ok,,,but in this au,,,,kihyun’s hair is long,,,,,like to his waist,,,,imagine,,,,
is actually kind of scared of land,,,,he doesn’t like sand and humans sorta scare him,,,,,,just because they seem so loud and not a good loud like a Bad loud
so he tells the kids he teaches to stay away from the surface if they can,,,,the ocean is home
and u well u have always been scared of deep ocean water
ur fine walking a bit into the shore,,,,just till ur covered to the knee,,,,anything deeper tho and ur running back to land because like WHO knows whats in there,,,,,sharks??? monsters???? those fish that puff up and can spike u to death???? no thanks
but one morning as ur collecting shells on the shore u hear,,,,,,,a voice??? a singing voice???
but it’s,,,,it’s more than just a person singing a song,,,,it’s much more,,,,,smooth and beautiful???
the melody seems to flow even tho it’s just a voice with no instruments????
and u can’t help it but u feel urself drifting toward that voice and u find urself on the boardwalk,,,,walking right to the end and looking down into a net cast into water,,,,,except,,,,,,,,,,,there’s someone in the net????
the voice is coming from them and u squat down to see a boy,,,,eyes shut tight,,,,but it’s obvious he’s the one singing and u wonder briefly if he’s singing to calm himself down
but then,,,,,u see it
yellow and glistening against the harsh dark netting and helplessly splashing around
and u think for a moment u must have hallucinated it. that the boy is stuck,,,,with a bunch of fish,,,but that makes no sense because as ur eyes travel up the tail u see the torso of a human,,,the chest of a human,,,,the neck of a human,,,,,,,,and the singing stops because u lock eyes with the boy whose opened them
and his hair,,,,,,all thrown around his face and tangled in the net too doesn’t shield the way his eyes get big in even more fear
and u dont know what to say so all u can blurt out is “are u stuck?” which is redundant because of course he’s stuck but,,,the boy just freezes
and ur like “do,,,,can you understand me???? i think ur stuck???”
u bend down a little and put ur hand on the net,,,trying to figure out where it has been tied closed but u cant find it and the boy shakes a little and ur like “i ,,, i won’t hurt you!! i heard ur pretty singing and,,,,,,ill get u out before the fisherman come ok i promise!!”
and ur words seem to work because he stops squirming and suddenly,,,he goes “will you set me free?” and ur surprised because he speaks ur language but u nod and ur like “ill get u out and u can go back int,,,into the ocean!!”
and he nods but he’s also like “the opening is under me,,,u need to jump in the water.”
and ur like,,,,,,,,,,,,,jump?,,,,,,it’s deep,,,,i,,,,,,,,cant
and he’s like why not and ur like,,,,the water scares me,,,,,,,and kihyun for the first time looks at u and instead of thinking u want to hurt him or that ur some loud human,,,he hears ur voice get smaller and ???? to him theres nothing scary about water it’s land that scares him but,,,,here u are
and he’s like “there’s nothing here,,,it’s not scary,,,,,i promise,,,,” and u swallow because u havent been in deep water for a while,,,but u also know if u dont hurry the fisherman will come and find him
so pushing your anxiety down u do ur best to slip one foot in,,,,pulling it back until u hear his voice again,,,,,,so angelic go “it’s ok,,,there’s nothing but water.”
and u nod and finally u slide ur whole body into the water off the boardwalk and with trembling hands u start to feel down the netting and with one breath u dunk ur head under water when u feel the knot and try to work as fast as possible
with it finally undone u come back up and feel ur heartbeat go crazy,,,the fear coming back and kihyun wiggles until he’s free and u pull the netting off him too but before he leaves he pauses himself
seeing ur shaking shoulder and suddenly he wraps an arm around you and lifts you into his arms and ur like “what-”
with a slight jump out of the water he manages to push you back up onto the boardwalk and he’s like “thank you,,,,for helping me - um,,,,-”
and u tell him ur name and he’s like “im kihyun,,,,” and ur still shaken up from being in water and ur looking at him in disbelief
and he’s like “i,,,,,,,will a song calm u down?” and u blink but nod and,,,,there it is again
that voice that lead u to him,,,,so beautiful and flowing
and as u sit there shivering on the boardwalk,,, kihyun reaches out his hand from the water and u take it,,,,letting him sing until ur shivering has stopped
and u and him just look at one and other,,,,and kihyun can’t believe it,,,,,that there are humans,,,,,
that looks so,,,,,,,nice
and even in ur fragile state ud jumped into water and saved him and,,,,,kihyun doesnt like being wrong but ,,, maybe not all humans are bad and he suddenly hears something and lets go of ur hand and is like i must go,,,,,,but i owe u my life,,,,,,,,,,
and u seem to forget ur fear for a second because u lean over,,,, over the boardwalk and ask if ull see him again
and kihyun hesitates,,,,but he can feel his heart is telling him to say yes not only because u saved him but because,,,the color of ur eyes and ur hair in ur face and the gentle touch of ur warm skin against his had,,,,,,,done something to him
so he says yes,,,,that he’ll visit u again and ull be able to tell because he’ll sing the same song,,,,,,,,
and ur like ill be waiting and kihyun dives back in,,,his yellow tail is the last thing u see of him glimmering as it disappears and u wonder that the ocean may be scary
but it’s also full of beautiful mermaids like kihyun,,,,,,,,it can’t be that bad
“Ah shit!” Isak groaned throwing his head back as he threw his keys on his bedside table and dropped his bag.
Even looked up at the frustrated boy in alert “What? what is it?”
“Jonas has my phone.” Isak moaned into his hands.
Even shook his head “why…why would Jonas have your phone? is there literally anything you guys don’t share?”
“Even the only thing you are wearing right now that isn’t mine is your underwear.”
Isak screwed up his face “Eveeeeen”
Even’s beautiful laugh filled the room as his eyes squinted up in slits “Kidding!”
Isak blushed and smiled, an involuntary reaction whenever Even did that.
“Anyway, Jonas has my phone because he took it away when I kept texting you instead of listening to his rants about soft and hard tacos.”
Even nodded “sounds like an interesting debate. on one hand the soft shell is easier to eat, but the hard shell adds an interesting authenticity that you just can’t-”
“Oh my god stop!” Isak laughed.
Even pursed his lips and tugged at Isak’s hip “can we go get tacos?”
Isak smiled and shook his head “You are so random. We can if you give me your phone so I can text Jonas and tell him to bring my phone to school tomorrow.”
“Anything for the man of my life.” Even replied, handing him his phone.
Isak rolled his eyes, his cheeks hurting from all the smiling Even always got out of him.
“I’ll go get my jacket.” Even said, heading to the living room.
“you mean my jacket” Isak laughed.
he went into the messages to find Jonas’s name when he saw something he couldn’t unsee.
There was a message to a number that hadn’t been added to contacts. Isak squinted at the message, his heart pumping hard.
Yeah i’m seeing him again tomorrow. He is really sweet and everything but he is a baaad kisser. But yeah I’ll call you tonight :)
Isak felt his heart sink into his stomach, and his fingers instinctively touch his lips. Was he really a bad kisser?? he always thought Even was happy whenever they were intimate. But maybe, maybe it was all a lie? Then what else is a lie? Isak felt sick.
“Hey baby you ready to go?” Even called from the living room and Isak swallowed his emotion. He wasn’t meant to see this. He will just try to forget about it.
But of course he didn’t, he ended up staying up all night wondering if this whole time he was doing everything wrong. Why was Even still with him if he was bad at everything? What was the point?
The next day he showed up to school grumpy and Jonas noticed.
“What the hell is up with you? I gave you your phone back.”
“Okay speak up” mahdi said, all the boys leaning towards Isak, ready to listen to his problem.
“Even thinks i’m a bad kisser.”
Magnus laughed and Jonas furrowed his brows. “he said that?”
“No he texted it to someone.”
“Isaaak” Mahdi shook his head in disapproval.
“I didn’t mean to see it! It was just there.”
“Well who did he say it to?”
“I don’t know, there was no contact name.”
Jonas dismissed it with his hand “it’s probably nothing”
“NOTHING??? My boyfriend hates me!”
“Even loves you.” Magnus stated shaking his head.
“He basically kisses the ground you walk on” Mahdi agreed.
“But my kissing!”
Jonas shrugged “It’s just one thing.”
Magnus nodded “Yeah he loves you despite your terrible kissing skill. that’s sweet.”
Isak glared at him.
“What? it is is! I mean you can’t all be pros like me” Magnus grinned smugly.
The boys all looked at him unconvinced.
“It’s true! Vilde can’t get enough. She is obsessed. I mean I could teach you some tricks if you like Isak”
Isak screwed up his face “No thanks Magnus.”
“what? I don’t mind. Your my friend. Theres nothing wrong with a friend showing another friend how to kiss.”
Mahdi laughed, Jonas shook his head “You are seriously deranged Magnus.”
“Okay so i’m gonna go. Sorry Magnus. I’m still not going to hook up with you.” Isak said walking away.
“I don’t- that’s not- Guyyyys!”
That night Even and Isak were snuggled up watching a movie when Even kissed Isak’s neck. he tensed up. The anxiety creeping up his body. Oh no. All he could think was how bad he was at kissing and how much it must disappoint Even.
Even pressed his lips against Isak’s and Isak just sat there, unresponsive.
Even pulled back confused
“Baby what’s wrong? Are you upset.”
Isak crossed his arms “I just, I don’t feel like doing anything.”
Even nodded “Okay. That’s okay.” he smiled and wrapped his arms around Isak.
Okay now Isak was mad. Even gave up way too easily. He must be relieved! Isak is a bad kisser.
He shook off Even’s arm and lifted his head up.
“Okay.. talk to me.” Even said, closing the laptop.
“Well why did you give up so easily? Are you? Are you grossed out by me?”
Even looked at him blankly “What? Isak what are you talking about?”
“You think I’m a bad kisser.”
Even laughed “baby, you are the best kisser in the world.” He raised his eyebrows “I’ve taught you everything you know.”
Even’s eyes became concerned and he took Isak’s hands in his. “Isak I love every single part of you. I can’t even be in the same room without wanting to jump you. Your kisses send me to paradise.” he kissed his knuckles. “What is this really about? Tell me.”
Isak finally caved “I saw your message. on your phone.” Even didn’t react so he elaborated “it said “he is really sweet but he is a bad kisser.”
Even was confused and then he smiled “And you thought it was about you? Oh baby you’re everything but sweet.” he winked, poorly.
Isak scrunched his brows “Then…who were you talking about?” he found the biggest fear hitting him hard in his chest. Was Even cheating?
“I don’t know, I didn’t write it.” Even said nonchalantly
Isak felt relief flood through him.
“Then who did?”
Even laughed and when realisation hit him “Oh my god! Vilde borrowed my phone when I was helping her plan Kosegruppa last night because hers were flat. She wanted to text Eva”
Isak smiled brightly “So it was about Magnus.”
The laughter consumed him and Even kissed his forehead with his smile.
“Baby whenever you think you are a bad kisser, just come to me so I can prove you wrong.”
and then his lips were on Isak’s and everything disappeared.
Kara wasn’t supposed to be in detention. It isn’t even her fault that she is here, no matter what the voice inside her head - which sounds suspiciously like Alex’s - is telling her.
She was just trying to help the poor kitten down from that tree. Everything was going okay and according to plan.
She climbed the tree, calmed the poor animal down and was opening her backpack so she could put him inside, that way she could climb down safely and as a normal human would, using both hands and decidedly not flying.
Naturally, everything started going downhill from there.
Who leaves hickeys where they’re going to be visible on the other’s neck? Who is the one going to a family gathering wearing 10 scarves? (finding these on one of those imagine your OTP twitter accounts and there's just sooo many caskets possibilities)
She’s going to kill him for this. Slow, long, and brutally punish him just as he has so blatantly punished her, because that’s what the obscenely visible hickeys on her neck are – punishment.
Kate told him about the family gathering she was guilted into attending with her dad this weekend and Castle wanted to go with her, meet her family.
She said no.
“Are you – do I embarrass you?” he asked her the night before, genuine hurt seeping into his eyes, his brow furrowed deep in question, as if he just couldn’t fathom why else she wouldn’t want him to come along, like the only conclusion that made sense was her being ashamed of him.
“Castle, no,” she sighed, crossing the space of her living room between them. It was her place that night; they’ve been taking turns. “I could never be embarrassed by you, us. I just know if I brought the person I’m seeing, certain members of my family would turn your presence into a spectacle, followed by an interrogation. Asking about marriage and babies and-”
“All of which you don’t see yourself having with me?”
He tilted his head to the side, the statement more of an assessment than the question he posed it as, but then his lips quirked in the corners, amused, most likely, by the horrified expression she wore. “Kate, it’s okay.”
“No, no, it’s not that,” she sputtered anyway, raking a hand through her hair while he continued to watch her from the sofa. “I’m not ashamed or embarrassed and it has nothing to do with our future together, I’m just not-”
“Ready,” he finished for her, the amusement gone from his lips, an understanding smile in its place. But she hated it, hated herself for it, for making him wait yet again. They’ve been together for over a month, she loves him, but she wasn’t yet ready to share all of this with her gossipy Aunt Theresa or her hopelessly romantic cousin Sophia, or the slew of other nosy relatives who cared more about using her life for new conversation material than anything else.
“Not ready to share you with them yet, no,” she admitted with a shrug of her shoulders, drifting in closer to bump her knees against his, let him see the smile blooming on her lips. “But if you really want to come, Rick, then come with me. Charm my relatives that I see maybe twice a year and finally shut them up about how I’m going to die alone.”
Castle scoffed and reached for her hips, drawing her forward until she folded into a straddle across his lap.
“Well, they’re definitely wrong,” he mused, gliding his broad palms up the backs of her thighs, cupping her ass through the tight denim of her jeans. “But I’ll pass, wait for the next gathering when you’re telling me about it because you’re begging me to accompany you.”
“Begging, huh?” she smirked, rocking her hips forward and dropping her fingers to the buttons of his shirt. “What if I’m begging you to accompany me this time?”
“Too late,” Castle sighed, his lips in a wicked grin that he pressed to the exposed skin of her neck, opening his mouth at the hollow of her throat and setting her on fire. “But I’ll make you beg for an entirely different reason in just a few minutes.”
And damn him he did. He turned her into a writhing, pleading mess, crying out beneath his mouth as she clutched the sheets beneath her and arched her spine. All while he was purposely mapping out her skin with his tongue, his teeth. Decorating her neck in varying shades of purples and red. And it felt so good, she never even considered stopping him.
Even now, standing in her closet, debating which scarf she’ll be banding around her neck to attend Aunt Theresa’s 67th birthday party despite the warm forecast outside, she still can’t say she would have stopped him.
Kate plucks a creamy white scarf from her collection, wraps the soft fabric around her throat, only to notice another blooming bruise behind her ear, vibrant and low enough to be seen even through the curtain of her hair.
“Castle,” she growls, stalking out of her closet to head for the bathroom, digging through her makeup bag for her liquid concealer.
At least, her mind supplies while she dabs makeup onto the stain of color, there is no risk of anyone seeing the others.
Her stomach flutters.
No, the marks on her hips, her thighs, her breasts… those weren’t punishment at all.
It had been keeping you up at night. And to be honest, not many things could do that. When you met Anne and Gemma, you immediately got a certain vibe. One that didn’t sit well with you. They have you condescending looks and didn’t listen to a word you said. They only ate their salads. You were shocked that these were the women that had the most impact on sweet little Harry’s life. Harry, as smart as he is, didn’t seem to notice and you felt like you were all alone sitting in the cafe with your boyfriend and his family that hates you. You didn’t know what to do. So when you got home, you didn’t say a word to Harry. You didn’t go to bed with him. You sat at the kitchen counter drinking a cup to tea at 2am, thinking about what you could do to get them to realize that you love Harry more than anything and you weren’t using him for his money and fame.
“Are you still awake…?” Harry asked you, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. It was only a matter of time before Harry woke up and realized you weren’t in bed with him. You didn’t answer, only looked at him and took another sip of tea.
“Whats wrong my lovely?” he asked you sweetly taking a seat next to you.
“Nothing.” you said to him
“You and I both know that its not nothing”
“Theres nothing you can do about it.”
You tried to craft your words carefully but they all came out at once,
“Your mom and sister hate me and I don’t know what to do about it.”
Harry took a deep breath and ran his large hands over his face in stress.
“I know.” he said in a low sad voice.
You looked at him in disbelief, but he continued before you could say anything.
“I spoke to both of them after dinner. They’re just worried about me, is all. They don’t want me to get hurt. They’ve opened their arms and hearts to so many people who have just ended up hurting me. I tried to tell them that you weren’t like that, at all. I want to marry and start a family with you. I know you’re not like the other girls. But they just don’t seem to see that. I think they’ll come around though.”
“But H, I can’t come between you and your family. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if we got married and your mom and sister weren’t there. Those are the two most important women in your life and I’m not going to ruin that.” you said.
“You wont ruin our relationship. And they wont ruin what we have. If they went to be stubborn, then so be it. But I’ll be dammed if they drive us apart. Nothing in this world matters more to me than you. Nothing. I love you, and nothing is going to change that. Now, I want you to stop stressing and come to bed. I’m cold up there all by myself.” Harry said with a smile.
You followed him up to the bedroom and climbed into bed with him behind you, making you the little spoon. You knew harry loved you and you knew nothing or no one could drive you apart, not even his mother.