but it's just july and i have july for my holidays

Random Admitted Facts Of USWNT:

Shannon Boxx - I broke a chair at a national team dinner, but never hit the floor while still holding Christie Rampone’s daughter Rylie on my lap.

Lori Chalupny - I wish I could grow just a little bit so I could be listed at 5-5 instead of 5-4.

Lauren Holiday - When I was 10, I wanted to go to football camp but my mom put me in cheer camp instead. I won best toe-touch.

Tobin Heath - I used to steal gear from U.S. Soccer when I was younger, but for that I am sorry.

Carli Lloyd - I prefer sandals over sneakers.

Heather O'Reilly - I have an enormous sweet tooth. I maul chocolate.

Ali Krieger - I never leave the house without mascara.

Christie Rampone - I am a real red head!

Morgan Brian - My favorite show growing up was “SpongeBob SquarePants” and kinda still is.

Megan Rapione - Playing in Chicago may be dangerous for me, because as I said, I love to shop.

Amy Rodriguez - One of my worst habits is cracking my knuckles. My Grandma thinks I’m going to get arthritis.

Hope Solo - I buy myself flowers because I love to have them in the house.

Abby Wambach - When I was waking up from the anesthesia after my surgery for my broken leg, I was crying and saying “I want my mommy.”

Alex Morgan - My cat has six toes on each of its front paws.

Kelley O'Hara - I put water on my cereal.

Alyssa Naeher - My parents told us that when Amanda and I were babies, we’d just sit up in our cribs talking to each other for hours.

Christen Press - I never touched the ball once in my first soccer league.

Becky Sauerbrunn - I’m really good at video games.

Whitney Engen - My parents loved to dress my brother and I up as children.

Julie Johnston - I used to cry every time I fell down on the soccer field when I was nine.

Sydney Leroux - I was at the office every single day and they had to call my mom to come get me every single day.

Ashlyn Harris - I hit a kid in the face with a fish in Florida when I was younger.

Meghan Klingenberg - When I was around six years old, believe it or not, I was really shy.

“Life’s a game, Maynard. And I play to win.”


The eve of Friday, July the 24th. Ibiza.

That was the time and place. That was the time and place when he met her and when his life took a course with which he could not so easily cope with.

He was a sweet-talker, a charmer to whom everything came easily. All that generally worked for him, because he had all that. There was no one he couldn’t sway with those words of his. The problem was she wasn’t affected by all that, because she didn’t fall under the category of all that. All that simply wasn’t enough for her. She played by a set of different rules, a set of her own rules, and her own rules were ever changing.

The summer night was balmy and the air was salty with an ocean breeze. The atmosphere was romantic, but he hadn’t come for romance. He had come for fun and for an unforgettable experience. What happened on holiday stayed on holiday. It was a world set apart from the world and that was why he was searching for the unknown, the untasted, and untried. And she was all of those things.

She was intrigue, mystery, and danger wrapped up into one. He should have known better and perhaps he did know better, but to be quite honest, he couldn’t have cared less.

He leaned toward his friend, trying to be heard over the pounding music. “Joe, have you seen her around here before?”

The answer was immediate.

“She’s out of your league, mate. Don’t even try.”

“I wouldn’t say she’s out of my league. Why do you say that?”

“She’s just not for you. Don’t get involved with her, Jack.”

Jack raised a skeptical eyebrow. “What do you know that I don’t?”

Joe sighed, knowing that his friend wasn’t going to back down until he got the answers he was seeking. “Look, I don’t know her personally, but I know that her name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), and that she comes here on holiday every summer.” he paused for a moment, mulling over his next words. “She has quite a bit of a reputation.” he continued. “No one really knows much, but there are plenty of rumors. She’s complicated. There isn’t a person on this island that doesn’t know that she’s bad news.”

That was probably the point… That was probably the point when he should have listened, the point where he turned away no questions asked and walked away. But I would not be telling this story if he had.

Truth be told, the prospect of danger intrigued him. Truth be told, the prospect of bad news excited him. Truth be told, he wasn’t thinking straight.

Perhaps it was the alcohol. Perhaps it was the aura of the night. Perhaps it was none of those things but sheer stupidity, but as soon as he knew it he was walking toward her.

That first conversation he could not forget years after the event. At the time it had seemed effortlessly cool, she had seemed effortlessly cool, untouched by anything and everything. She was an illusion, a riddle, a puzzle that couldn’t be figured out. That pulled him in, an inexplicable energy that kept him bound to her, leaving him wanting more.

“Come here often?” he asked the minute he had approached her.

She turned toward him and took him in. Blonde hair, piercing blue eyes filled with a look she knew all too well. Nothing she hadn’t seen before, nothing she wouldn’t see again.

“I guess I appreciate the lame pick up-line. Or lack thereof.” she said, a sly smile playing at her lips. “But yes, I do come here often.”

“I thought it would be better than the fallen angel line.” he answered, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Perhaps it would have been better.” she said, taking a sip from her drink.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked.

She looked pointedly down at her drink and raised an eyebrow.

He laughed. “Right.”

She just sipped her drink wordlessly and turned away from him. She wasn’t a fan of wasting her time.

“Who hurt you so much to make you so cold?” he found himself asking without thinking too much about it.

Now it was her turn to laugh. “I don’t get hurt a lot.”

“How so?”

She looked at him and that light mysterious smile not leaving her face she shrugged her shoulders. “I’m long gone before anyone ever has the chance to.” And then, leaning toward him, she whispered in his ear. “The secret is, you leave before anyone gets close.” And with that, she had already started walking away.

“And if someone were to get close?” Jack called after her.

She stopped for a moment as if thinking about it.

“What’s your name?” he asked after a few moments of her not answering.

“I assume you already know that.” she answered over her shoulder and without turning back walked away and out of the club.

Jack sighed and walked back to where Joe was standing, pretending not to have seen the whole thing.

“Don’t.” Jack said before signaling to the bartender for another drink.

“I told you so. You can’t win her over.”

“I highly doubt that. I can win anyone over.”

“I don’t know, mate.” Joe said, taking a moment to look down at his drink as he swirled around the liquid in its glass. He then looked back up at Jack. “Perhaps you’ve met your match.”

And perhaps he had.


The afternoon of Saturday, July the 25th. Ibiza. The beach.

That was the second time he saw her. She was lounging on a sun bed, listening to the waves of the sea hit the seashore, eyes closed. Nobody was around her. A few people sneaked a look at her now and again, but no one dared approach her. No one except him.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” he said, standing right in front of her. “Lovely day, isn’t it? Nice and sunny.”

“Yeah, except you’re blocking my sun.” she said, opening a single eye to glare at him.

“No greeting?” he teased.

“Yeah, hi, guy whose name I don’t know. You’re blocking my sun.”

“Jack Maynard.”

“Okay. Jack, you’re blocking my sun.”

He took a step to the side and looked at her as she settled back into her comfortable position. After a few moments, surprisingly, she was the one to speak.

“I see you have found out my name.”

“No. You were right. I knew it from before.”

“Everybody does.”

“That’s rather vain.”

“It’s a fact.”

She kept her eyes closed and fell back into silence.

“Mind if I sit down?” Jack asked.

“Yes.” she answered tersely.

Nonetheless, he still sat down on the sun bed next to her. And that moment he could swear that he heard someone nearby gasp.

“What is it about you that has everyone acting like that?”

She opened her eyes and her gaze fastened on the clear blue eyes of the boy sitting next to her - or rather the curiosity written in them.

“Haven’t you heard?” she asked, disdain in her voice. “I’m a force to be reckoned with.”

“Are you now? I’ve been told that I am too.”

“Watch it, Jack. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

And with that she picked up her stuff and walked away from him yet again.


The morning of Sunday, July the 26th. Pool bar.

“Why do you keep walking away from me?”

(Y/N) set down her drink and slowly turned toward the boy who had now started to become a regular occurrence in her life.

“Why do you keep stalking me?”

Jack grinned playfully at her. “It’s not my fault that we happen to be staying at the same hotel.”

She scoffed and turned away from him again.

“Seriously, I can show you my room key if you don’t believe me.”

She didn’t answer, but instead just sipped her drink, completely ignoring him. Jack felt all eyes on him and the feeling of anticipation in the air.

“That was the same drink you had at the club. You like ‘Sex on the Beach’.”

“And you say you’re not stalking me?” she asked, still facing away from him.

He laughed and took a seat on the bar stool next to her. “I can’t help being a good observer.”

“Of course you can’t.” she answered sarcastically.

“So, going to the beach today?”

She didn’t answer.

“You’re supposed to answer. And then I’m supposed to say something. It’s called a conversation.” he said teasingly.

“Does it really matter? Whether I go or not you’re going to show up where I am, anyway.” she retorted.

“Ha. Ha. Funny.” he answered in the same tone of voice. “Come on, talk to me.”

“Why is it so important to you that I talk to you?” she asked suddenly.

He was rather surprised at the question, but he just shrugged his shoulders and said, “Why is it so important to you that you don’t talk to me?”

“Because I don’t talk to anybody. And nobody talks to me. Maybe we shouldn’t wreck the equilibrium.”

And that was the third time she stood up and walked away from him.


The afternoon of Sunday, July the 26th.

“What are the rumors?”

“The what?”

Joe was currently lounging on a sun bed near the pool, scrolling through his Twitter, only to be interrupted by his friend asking him stupid questions.

“The rumors. About (Y/N). What is it that makes her the way she is?”

“How should I know?” Joe asked. “Maybe she’s just crazy.”

“Then why is everyone so afraid of her?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because she’s crazy.” Joe answered, completely uninterested.

“So, you know nothing?” Jack asked, bewildered.

“I know that apparently she got arrested and that ever since then everyone’s been watching not to step on her path. She’s considered dangerous.”

“Do you believe any of that?”

Joe stopped scrolling through his phone and looked up at Jack. “Frankly, mate, I don’t care. It’s her business. Why do you?”

Jack didn’t have an answer to that question.


The evening of Sunday, July the 26th. The moon-bathed beach.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here.”

“Honestly, how do you keep finding me?”

He sat down on the sand next to her. “I’m not. I kind of just run into you.”

“Yeah, such a coincidence.” she answered, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Seriously, I’m not trying to look for you. I hope I run into you, but I don’t follow any type of logical path to find you. Hand on heart.” he answered and put his hand on his heart. He was being honest and he wanted her to know it.

She looked at him for a second and then let out of a light chuckle. “You really are something.”

“Something good?”


“I guess I’ll take it.”

“Take it or leave it, I don’t care.”

“You don’t seem to care about much, do you?”

“Caring is fatal.”

“But not caring makes you cold.”

“Are you here to be my therapist?” she snapped.

He looked at her for a moment in the moonlight before shaking his head. “No… I’m just here to… hang out. What are you doing here?”

A few moments passed before she answered. That always seemed to happen whenever he talked to her. She seemed to like leaving some space for a dramatic pause. It was as if she thought she was in some sort of movie or book.

“I come here sometimes.”

“Because?” he prompted.

“Because I can and I want to.” she answered.

“And you want to because?”

“You want to know too much.” she said.

“That’s probably because I don’t know anything. I literally know nothing about you.”

“And you’re not supposed to.”

He sighed. “Why are you playing this game?”

“Life’s a game, Maynard. And I play to win.”

She stood up again. But this time it was different. Before she walked away, she turned to him and she gave him a smile. It was something. It was certainly something.


The evening of Wednesday, July the 29th. The club.

For three days he didn’t see her. For three days there was no trace of her anywhere. Perhaps she was deliberately avoiding him, trying to ignore the little slip in her mask that evening on the beach. Nobody seemed to question it, though. It was just a thing she did. She was the mysterious personality that floated in and out of existence, the inexplicable phenomenon everyone was awed by and too afraid to ask about.

It wasn’t until three days later that he saw her where he had first seen her. It seemed like someone had hit the rewind button on time and everything had returned to the way it had been on that first fateful night. Everything was the same.

Nothing was the same.

He caught her eye just in time. It was only a glimpse before she looked away and then walked away. He followed her. Neither of them spoke until they reached the seaside. A couple of minutes later they were still walking along it, silence between them.

“I saw you look at me.” he finally said.

“Must have a been a trick of light.” But he caught the light smile that gave her away.

“Could be.”

“You’re a very interesting person, do you know that?” he asked, breaking another spell of momentary silence.

There was a different note to her smile this time. Something he couldn’t explain. “That’s only because you know nothing about me.”

“I’d like to.”

She turned to him with a curious look on her face, as if she were analyzing the very essence of him.

“I mean, I’d like to know things about you.”

“Wouldn’t that just make me uninteresting and ordinary then?”

A small moment of laughter. But she wasn’t laughing. It had been a serious question. He composed himself.

“I doubt anything could make you uninteresting and ordinary, (Y/N).”

“Mystery is what makes things interesting and extraordinary.”

“I don’t agree with that.”

“Maybe you need to reevaluate some things then.”

“Why are you like this?”

“Why am I like what?”

By this point they’d started walking in the opposite direction, back to the club. He hadn’t noticed that she’d turned him around. He had been too mesmerized by her to notice what was happening.

“Like… this.”

An entertained smile painted her lips.

The music resounded beneath their feet. The club was merely a few steps away. A crowd of party-goers was right in front of them.

“Perhaps you’ll never know.”

And with that she disappeared in the crowd.

“But maybe I will!” he called after her, but he could no longer see her. She had gotten lost in the crowd. Whether it was a deliberate move or a stroke of luck, he could only guess.


The sunset of Thursday, July the 30th. The pier.

Joe had just gone to his room and Jack was left alone on the pier. He played with the bottle cap in his hands and looked up at the fiery red and orange sky. It was like someone had taken the sky as a blank canvas and began to paint all that they felt on it. If it could be described as anything, it would be feeling. The feeling of passion, the feeling of desire, happiness, tranquility, euphoria… It truly was a beautiful sight.

Someone sat next to him.

He turned to see who it was and was surprised to find that it was… her.

“Well, this is a strange turn of events. I thought I was the one stalking you.”

“I had to return the favor.” There was an obvious note of a smile in her voice.

“Any reasons why you’ve sought me out?”


“But perhaps I’ll never know?”

She laughed and tossed her hair over her shoulder as she turned to look at him. “And you say you don’t know anything about me.”

He shook his head, but couldn’t help the smile that came as a reaction to her words and her demeanor. He wanted to push the matter further… She had come looking for him. The formerly thought of as forever uninterested, elusive, enigmatic girl had for once come to find him and she had a reason for it. However, she didn’t give him the chance to say anything more on the subject.

“This has always been one of my favorite places. This pier at both sunrise and sunset. It kind of shows you the meaning of both beginnings and endings and how both of them can be beautiful.”

“Why are you telling me this?” he couldn’t help but ask.

She turned toward him and looked at him for a second. “Because I think that it is important for you to know that.”

“That being that both beginnings and endings can be beautiful?”

She just smiled in response and turned away from him to look at the sunset. He just kept looking at her, an aura of confusion settling over him. She was trying to tell him something; he just wasn’t sure what.

“Jack, do you understand that sometimes you shouldn’t ask about things? Some things should just be left a secret.”

“I guess I’m just a curious person.”

“Curiosity killed the cat.” She turned toward him and locked eyes with him. He hadn’t noticed it, but she had sidled closer to him, so close that now her face was only millimeters from his and he could feel her breath on his skin. “But in this case it may just break your heart instead.”

Her lips were on his. Her touch was sweet, soft, divine, all the colors in the sky… It was nothing like the girl he had thought he’d met. But in a paradoxical way it just added to what little he knew about her. She was more elusive than she let on.

It took less than a second. The moment she pulled away from him he was in shock. He was suddenly longing for her touch. He was longing for the touch of this girl he barely even knew. Perhaps he should have questioned it, this strange behavior, this strange feeling, but instead he just slid closer to her and leaned in, but she gently pushed him away.

“I’m leaving today.” she said bluntly as if she felt nothing… as if nothing had ever happened.

“What?” he asked, not completely registering her words. Did she just tell him that she was leaving after they’d kissed, a kiss that she had initiated? This didn’t seem right. It didn’t seem like something people did.

“I’m leaving today.”

She had repeated that same sentence as if it explained everything… as if it explained anything at all.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“I felt that you should know.”

“Where are you going?”

“Back home.”

“Which is where?”

There was a moment of tense silence. “You know better than that, Jack.”

“Maybe I don’t. Tell me. Why can’t you? Or course you can. Why do you make it seem that it will be some catastrophe if you tell me anything about yourself? What was so terrible that you did that you can never talk about it?”

She didn’t answer. She just stared down at her clasped hands in her lap. Somehow he knew that she wasn’t going to answer.

He sighed. “How are we supposed to keep in touch if you don’t tell me where you live, give me your phone number, or any form of contact for that matter?”

She looked back at him then and that look said more than words ever could.

“You were never planning on staying in touch with me, were you?”

She touched his shoulder. “Jack…”

“I don’t understand. But- you- we-” He was grasping at straws now. He knew that nothing he would say would get his questions answered let alone get her to change her mind. “You kissed me. Why did you kiss me?”

She sighed and got up. It was a slow movement. It was as if she was preparing him for the weight of the words. “Because… I felt like you deserved a beautiful ending.”

And with that she turned away from him and walked away. He could have followed her. He could have caught up with her. He could have continued this conversation. He could have asked - demanded - for a clearer answer. But he just… didn’t. He knew that no matter what he did it wouldn’t make a difference.

So, he couldn’t win her over. Perhaps Joe was right. Perhaps he had met his match. But it wasn’t even about that anymore. Most of all what disappointed him most was that he hadn’t gotten to know her.

What eluded him most of all was the question of why he wanted to so much.


The late morning of the 1st of September. Local cafe shop.

Jack was in a local cafe shop. Well, at least it was local to the people who lived around here. He had been around Joe’s house to film a video with him and then he had decided to just… wander. He hadn’t been sure where he had been going, in fact he wasn’t even sure where he was. All that he knew for a fact was that one moment the sign of “Gabbie’s Local Cafe Shop” had pierced through his reverie state. And then he went in, not because he didn’t have anything better to do, but because he didn’t feel like doing it.

What happened next some people would have labeled as 'fate’ or 'destiny’. He’d always been a firm nonbeliever when it came to 'fate’ and 'destiny’, but now he wasn’t so sure, because there she was in the flesh, a smile on her face, saying “One cappuccino with cinnamon. Enjoy!”

She hadn’t seen him yet. In fact she wasn’t looking in his direction at all. Her full focus was on her costumers, showing them a smile, asking them about their days, and melodically repeating their orders when they were finished along with a cheerful good-bye remark.

It was so not (Y/N) that for a moment he thought he was mistaken. He must have been for this girl standing at the counter, an obvious friendly and cheerful countenance enveloping her, could not have been the same girl, all wilderness and mystique, that he had encountered in Ibiza.

And then something happened - something that in his mind proved that this was not the same girl. A customer approached, a girl about her age, whose presence seemed to evoke something he couldn’t explain within this person he never knew.


The excited call for what seemed to be her friend was followed by an embrace. At this point all the noise in the cafe seemed to fade out… He couldn’t hear anything, nothing but the high-colored laughter that was (Y/N)’s reaction to whatever it was that Jackie had said. And then he was sure if not by anything else but the way it - she - made him feel. It was her.

He waited as (Y/N) and Jackie made plans to see a movie that same evening and then as (Y/N) took Jackie’s order, while filling her in on what had happened at somebody’s-name-he-couldn’t-catch’s party a week ago, and then while Jackie told (Y/N) all about some guy that had texted her and then while (Y/N) excitedly told Jackie about a pair of twins they had both known back in middle school. Finally, Jackie took her coffee, embraced (Y/N) once more and left the shop.

After what seemed like an eternity (Y/N)’s eyes met Jack’s and her face expression completely changed from one of cheerfulness to one of complete confusion, then worry, and finally a face expression he couldn’t interpret laced with an emotion he couldn’t describe.

“A latte, please.” he said as he approached the counter.

It took her a few seconds to reply, but then with that perfectly friendly and cheerful smile she said, “I’ll get right on that.” Then she yelled the order over her shoulder and someone in the back told her it would be ready soon.

“The last time we talked you didn’t have a British accent.” he said. He hadn’t meant for it to sound accusatory, but nonetheless that’s how it came out.

“Right.” she said after a few moments and then added no further explanation. The wait for the coffee seemed like an eternity.

“I don’t work here.” she finally said. “I’m just covering for a friend.”

“You seem to know everyone very well.”

“I come here sometimes when she’s working a shift, so I’ve met some of them.”


“Actually, I think it’s just because she’s just really friendly. She’s possibly the friendliest person I’ve met.” The voice belonged to the guy who had just approached the next counter. He was wearing the uniform as well, so Jack assumed he worked here too.

He didn’t answer anything to that, but just looked at her. Yet again he wasn’t sure if he recognized her.

She seemed visibly uncomfortable at the remark of her temporary colleague.


The drink was handed to her without another word. She took it and put it in front of Jack.

“One latte.” she said, the cheerfulness back in her voice now, but it was so obviously put there as a defense mechanism that even her colleague glanced at her questioningly.

He looked down at the coffee in front of him and then back at her. It was as if he were expecting something and she seemed to know that. Finally, he took the drink and turned to walk away.

“Have a nice day, Jack!”

The call was one of protocol or something she just did - he wasn’t sure - but he saw the meaning in it. He turned around and looked at her for a moment. Her eyes were searching his.

“Do you know each other?”

The moment was put to an end by her colleague. She opened her mouth to answer, but he beat her to it.

“No. Not at all.” Jack said and then turned and walked out of the cafe.


The late morning of the 5th of September. Gabbie’s Local Cafe Shop.

He’d once been told that curiosity killed the cat. However, curiosity was not what was fueling him right now. He needed answers. In fact, it felt like he deserved him. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to know so much, but he was in so deep right now that it didn’t even matter anymore.

From a psychological point of view, probably none of this was normal. No person could just completely change their personality, right? So, she must have been playing some kind of game with him again. And now he was on a mission - if not to stop the game than at at least to learn its rules.

It was around the same time of when he had last visited. She had said that she was covering for a friend and that sometimes she was around for her shifts. If it was fate, she would be there.

“Can I help you, sir?”

The question was more or a warning. He assumed he looked more flustered than he actually was. He quickly composed himself and looked up at the girl at the counter and gave her a quick smile before looking around. She wasn’t here. Apart from him and the girl at the counter the cafe was empty.

“Hi,” he started, approaching the counter. “I’ll take a cappuccino.” He gave her one of his charming smiles.

“With or without cinnamon?”


“Cappuccino with cinnamon!” she called over her shoulder and got a signal of approval.

“Thanks.” he said, wondering how to pose the next question. “Listen, I’m actually looking for someone. (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I was hoping she might be here.”

“She doesn’t work here.” Her answer was plain and uninterested.

“Yes, I know. Do you know where she might be?”

The girl just gave him a bored shrug of her shoulders as a response just as her colleague approached behind her with Jack’s coffee.

“One cappuccino with cinnamon.” he said, handing the steaming cup of coffee to the girl before looking up at the customer.

“Oh, Jack! Right?” It was the same guy from last time.

“Yeah, hi, um…” He was suddenly embarrassed that he didn’t know the guy’s name even though he shouldn’t have been, because honestly did he even know this guy? Lately, he’d been having a lot of strange interactions with people he barely knew.



“(Y/N) doesn’t work here.”

Why did everyone keep telling him that?

“Yeah, I know. I just hoped I might find her here.”

Derek gave him a smirk. “I know you two had something going on.”

It was certainly something, but it definitely wasn’t what he thought.

“We don’t.”

“I won’t tell. I promise.” That and the unrelenting smirk. He wasn’t sure which was more disturbing at this moment.

“Listen, do you know where she is?”

“Oh, yeah, totally. She should be at UCL. She’s an assistant there. Hey, you forgot your coffee!”

In an odd way, it all felt too familiar. It was Ibiza all over again. It was like chasing shadows. It was looking for something that didn’t want to be found. In fact, it was the same game, except a new level.

When he got there he wasn’t sure how to proceed. He should have stayed at the cafe and gathered more information, but the moment he had heard where she was it felt like a pointer, a pointer on how to play this game. For one moment he had felt as if he had had the upper hand. Now, he just felt stupid for how was he supposed to find something that did its best to hide?

However, just like back at the beach when she disappeared into that crowd he now too got his stroke of luck, because as soon as he approached the building he found her. There she was just like the time before not having registered his appearance.

“Jonah, look, I appreciate your opinion and I know that you are the professor and I’m just the assistant, but I think I have a say in this, because I’ve been a student - not just a student, but a student here who has taken this class. These students come here with hopes and dreams and a zest for knowledge. Do not enforce some stupid system on them. Let them learn, don’t just teach them. Do you understand what I am trying to tell you? I know that you are a person who listens to reason and that is why I am telling you this.”

Jonah nodded and said, “Your opinion is always appreciated, (Y/N). I will think about what you have told me.” And with that he turned around and headed in the opposite direction.

“So, I’ve met the one that doesn’t care about anything, the one that cares about everything, and the one that cares about the right things. Have any more up your sleeve?”

His voice startled her so much that she swiveled around to find its source. As soon as she set eyes on him her face changed into that same unrecognizable face expression that he couldn’t explain the last time he saw her. But that only took a moment, because it was gone as soon as it had come only to be replaced by what looked to be a trained expression of professionalism.

“Jack, hi.” she said plainly, ignoring his former comment.

“(Y/N), hi.” he repeated in the same tone of voice.

“Are you mocking me?” she teased, beginning to walk forward. He was quick to follow.

“No, just trying to understand you.”

“I’m a hard person to understand.”

“Clearly. So, what are you doing here?”

“I work here. Judging by the fact that you knew exactly where to come, I would have thought you’d have known that. Who told you?”


She chuckled. “Of course.”

“He told me you were an assistant.”

“Yeah. English and Literature. I used to study here and they kept me as an assistant.”

“English and Literature.”

“English and Literature. I like adventures.”


“You don’t seem that convinced.” she looked at him and smiled.

“No, I am. I just wondered how that ties in with last summer.”

“It doesn’t.” she answered tersely. He opted to drop the subject for now as the reply had had a hostile note to it.

“Are you single?” he suddenly asked.

“Depends on who’s asking. For some boys, I am. For others, I’m in a serious relationship. And to friends, I tell the truth.”

“I thought you and I were friends.”

He spotted the smile, but there was no verbal answer.

“Okay, then, what would you say if I asked to take you to dinner?”

“Jack…” That one word conveyed more meaning than anything she could have said.

But he couldn’t stop. He knew that it was cruel of him, that she should have left her alone, that he should have forgotten about this whole messed up situation, that he should have just said “Well, nice knowing you.” but he just couldn’t stop. He had come this far. He didn’t want to lose this game.

“What? Finish your sentence.”

And that’s when… something broke. Something in that rock solid interior gave way. He could see it in her face, the eyes that refused to look at him.

“You’re not supposed to be here. It wasn’t- It wasn’t supposed to go this way.”

“What wasn’t supposed to go this way?”

“You. You were supposed to be… Ibiza. Not this. Not now.”

“What are you talking about?”

But she didn’t answer. She just shook her head. “I should have known that one day it would catch up with me. It couldn’t go on forever.”

“What couldn’t go on forever?”

An exasperated sigh. And the shield was back. The air of professionalism in full force.

“Don’t you understand, Jack? The person you met in Ibiza wasn’t me.”

“I’m not sure this is you either.” he said, taking a step back. “(Y/N), I don’t understand.”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen. You and I… It was only supposed to be Ibiza. You weren’t supposed to encounter me anywhere else.”

He was in shock. Suddenly the game was dropped, the rules didn’t matter anymore, the controller he’d thought he held in his hand vanished. “You mean, you planned all of this?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like?”

“I just…” She ran a frustrated hand through her glossy hair. “It’s just people have different opinions of me and I react the way they expect me to.”

“Like in Ibiza everyone thinks you’re dangerous and mysterious, so that’s the way you act?”

“See, you get it!”

“I’m afraid I don’t.” The reply was bitter, emotionless.


“Tell me, are any of those stories about you even true? Apparently you got arrested, you’re someone to watch out for, you’re dangerous…” he let the words drift into time and space.

She was silent for a second. “I told you… they-they’re just rumors.” Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper.

“And the friendly cashier who talks to everybody, the professional who works at this school? Which one is you, (Y/N)?”

She didn’t answer.

“That’s what I thought. I’m sorry I overstepped my boundaries in this funny little game of yours. I’d just thought I’d met an actual person, not someone who changes personalities to keep life fun for herself. I guess one thing was right about you’re Ibiza personality. You really don’t care.” He took a deep breath. “I was only supposed to be Ibiza? Life’s not a book. You don’t get to plan its plot. But okay, don’t worry. I quit the game. Find yourself another player.”

And with that he walked away, ignoring her calling his name one more time.

It turned out that Joe was right. He had met his match. And this match, he wasn’t going to win. So, he might as well forfeit before he lost.


Late afternoon of October the 1st. Hyde Park.

The thing about life is that it’s never going to go according to plan. As much as he thought that that was her biggest mistake it was his too.

He planned on never meeting her again. He planned on never speaking to her again. He planned on never thinking about her again.

But life is strange that way. Our plans never seem to turn out exactly the way we want. And perhaps it’s for the better.

He was sitting on a bench with his roommate, Josh, as they were both waiting for his friend to show up and give him back the camera he’d lent her. Jack was scrolling through his phone as Josh stood up and waved to someone, calling them over.

Suddenly a silence fell over them as the person in question failed to acknowledge Josh, but stepped away from him and directed her eyes toward Jack, who still hadn’t looked up from his phone.


The voice sent a shiver down his spine and he immediately looked up.

“(Y/N). What are you doing here?” he asked, an evident shock lacing his voice.

“How do you know (Y/N)?” Josh asked.

“I don’t.” Jack said before (Y/N) could say anything. “Nobody does.” The hostility in his voice was tangible. She cowered into herself, her gaze hitting the ground.

“I just, I want to say I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you.” she said to Jack, pulling the camera out of her bag quickly. She thrust it into Josh’s arms, looking completely ready to bolt.

But then she seemed to change her mind and turned toward Jack again, who was now looking at her with a surprised kind of curiosity swimming in his blue eyes. “Really. I am.” she said, touched his shoulder, turned around and left without saying another word.

“Where have you met (Y/N) before?” Josh asked his friend.

“In another world.” Jack answered, still staring after the retreating figure of the girl who cared about nothing, cared about everything, and cared about all the right things simultaneously.


Noon. October the 15th.

Sometimes the situations we get from life seem like too much to handle. Sometimes we struggle. Sometimes we even give up. But sometimes, despite everything that’s happened, life deals with them for us.

Jack was alone in the apartment. His flat mates were all out somewhere and the quiet was if anything strange. The apartment was usually filled with a hustle and bustle and without it it didn’t seem much like home anymore.

Trying to ignore the unnerving silence, Jack tried to focus on the task at hand which was editing last night’s video. But it seemed as if something wouldn’t let him focus. If he had been as absorbed as he usually was in his work he might not have heard the doorbell ring. But he wasn’t and the sound came as a welcome distraction from all the other distractions that seemed to be keeping him from his work.

What was behind the door was… less than welcome.

“Josh isn’t home.”

Set rewind to the summer and he would have been both overjoyed and awed at her presence. Now he was just annoyed and bored. Or at least he tried to put off a vibe as if he was. But the fact still stood. (Y/N) was just a regular girl with all her flaws, insecurities, and strange tendencies. And he hadn’t the energy to deal with her. A promise is a promise. And he had promised himself that he would forget about her.

“I wasn’t looking for Josh. I was looking for you.”

“I wonder why.” he said, stepping aside and walking back to his laptop, leaving the door open. “I barely know you. In fact, I don’t know you. Tell me, which (Y/N) does Josh know? Is it any of the ones I’ve met or a completely different version that I hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting?”

He expected her to argue with his statement. He expected her to retort with an equal kind of sarcasm. He expected her to try to excuse her actions. He didn’t know why. It wasn’t as if he had ever known what to expect from her. That was what all of the versions of her he had met had in common. They were all unpredictable. And the fact of the matter was, no matter how much he tried to ignore and deny it, no matter what 'version’ of (Y/N) it was that he came across he couldn’t get the picture of that high-colored sky and the sound of that high-colored laughter out of his mind. She was all of the emotions of the sky. All of the colors in her laughter. She was high-colored. In her purest and most basic level, he felt he knew her, or at least gotten a glimpse of what was her.

“I’m not going to argue with you.” she said and then paused, took a deep breath and continued to speak. “I’m not even going to apologize to you. I’ve already done both of those things. But I do need to tell you something. And after I have, you can decide what to think of me. But not before.”

She paused and waited for his response.

His curiosity piqued, he said, “Go on.”

“The thing is, I don’t really like 'Sex on the Beach’. I prefer champagne. I don’t think I’m a force to be reckoned with, although people on Ibiza seem to. I never got arrested, but I went along with the rumors because I thought it would be fun. I wanted to see what it was like to be wild. I am not as nice as I pretend to be. Far from it. Although, I’d like to believe my heart is good. I am terrified of roller coasters. I like long car rides, but I don’t like driving. I think Beyonce is overrated. I love classical music and I wish I played an instrument. I have hidden talents in business, although I think economy is the dullest thing ever invented. I have no problem with blood on TV, but in real life I faint at the sight of it. I’m not very good at drawing, but I do it anyway. One of my proudest achievements is getting over my fear of public speaking. I don’t like the color brown and I hate wearing all black. I oddly like wearing black and brown together. I like color, but not too much. The sound of thunder gives me goosebumps, but I like the rain. I have an odd fixation to the villains in stories and I like to believe in the good in people. I have an unreasonable fear of heights, but I pretend not to. The reason I don’t let people get close is because I’m scared they’ll hurt me, so I push them away before they do. I read too much poetry and not enough prose. I dramatize everything, so that I can pretend it has any meaning, because otherwise I’d be completely lost.” She breathed in and finally finished her speech. “The truth is I don’t know anything about myself and now you know as much as I do.”

She took a step toward him. “You were right, Jack. You don’t know me. Nobody does. Not even me. But if I know one thing is that I’d like to. I’d like to get to know me. And for some odd and strange reason, I’d like you to know me too. And I’d like to know you too. The real you. The real me.” They were face to face now. “What do you say?”

“I’d like to know us too.”

She smiled. And for the first time since he had met her it was a full and honest smile. A smile full of color.


The eve of Saturday. July the 30th. The following year. Ibiza.

“Do you think they’ll ever stop doing that?”

“What? Staring when they think we’re not looking? I doubt it. I have a reputation.”

Jack and (Y/N) walked toward the bar. The way was paved for them as no one dared to step in their path.

“What do you suppose they’re thinking?” he asked her with an amused grin.

“Well…” she started, chewing on her lower lip in thought. “Either they think you’re the guy who tamed the beast or I’m the girl who turned you wild. Take your pick.”

He laughed. “They’re entertaining stories. Even though they’re not true.”

“You know, we could just tell them the truth.”

“I doubt they’d believe you. Everyone likes to daydream. Leave them their fantasies.” He reached down to take her hand in his. He was pretty sure he wasn’t imagining the laser beam of eyes on their intertwined hands. “Besides, I can see the thrill of doing this. This make-believe story is exciting. We might as well have fun with it.”

“Whatever you say.” she said, laughing at his amusement with the whole situation.

“Let’s give them something to look at, shall we?” he said as they reached the bar. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips. He could taste the color that she was on her lips. And for that single moment, she wasn’t Ibiza’s mystery girl anymore. She was his girlfriend, the girl of color. As entertaining as it was to play along in her world of make-believe, he would never trade knowing her for who she was for any amount of mystery. And everyday he was happy to get to know her even more.

They pulled apart and he turned toward the barman. “A 'Sex on the Beach’.” Then stealing a glance at her next to him, he turned back and said, “And a glass of champagne.”

She laughed at the fact that he’s remembered and shook her head.

And as he looked at her then, he realized something. She had been right. Life was a game. But it was much more fun playing together instead of against each other.

Request in my ask box!

Stranger Things Fic Masterlist

If you feel like this isn’t complete, we beg you to let us know. But, @dadharbour and I worked very, very hard to put this list together for you all. We give your, our fic list. (Not all ships present)

(Actually, if you feel it is incomplete, reblog it with your additions.)


KittenCorrosion @kittencorrosionxo)

El and the Mean Girls- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8528677)

The mean girls go after El, So mike goes after the mean girls

Stranger Teens - (http://archiveofourown.org/series/595900)

Fluffy AU

ceruleanstorm (@sstrangerthaneleven )

Should I Stay or should I go series- (http://archiveofourown.org/series/540700)

Angst and fluff mixed into together angst and fluff

jasongracefully (@themikewheelers)

The Experiment - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9327050)

“There was no way someone’s toe could get stuck in a bathtub faucet, Mike insisted on testing it out to prove so” fluff

Multiplayer- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9486203)

“Video game nights are when things get particularly competitive for Mike and El” fluff fluff fluff

heartofwinterfell (Tumblr unknown)

I want to know about these strangers like me- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7578670#main)

“You can learn a lot in the month of December” fluff

armed with stories you will leave- ( http://archiveofourown.org/works/7561324)

“Mike grows up but he doesn’t forget” angst my dudes so much angst

Someone_else_before (Tumblr unknown)

El Byers and the Secret crush - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7992067/chapters/18291415)

“Post season one, happy-ending AU. Eleven moves in with the Byers’, learns to adapt to ordinary Hawkins life, and tries to figure out why Mike has been acting so oddly since their kiss in the cafeteria. (Hint: it’s because he’s an awkward middle school boy who doesn’t know what he’s doing).”

Dustin Henderson and the Secret crush- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8343166/chapters/19113127)

“(Sequel to El Byers and the Secret Crush) Dustin is head over heels for a girl in his class, and he asks Eleven to use her powers to help him in his quest to win her over. Also includes lots of slice-of-life cuteness and Mileven fluff.”

emmaofmisthaven ( @emmaofmisthaven)

green eyed monster- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9608318)

“It takes Eleven a year to find her way out of the Upside Down.”

Courage, dear heart- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7722292/chapters/17599552)

“The first time Mike is back home from college, it’s Thanksgiving and he feels like his skin is two sizes too small for his body.”

ValBirch ( @elevenknope)

Holidays - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7945195/chapters/18164113)

“A series of one-shots in which Eleven experiences life and its milestones. Update: Happy Endings.”

Television- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8345008)

“Eleven’s still gone, but she visits Mike while everyone else sleeps. And not just in his dreams.” Fluff n angst

Rosy_el ( @rosy_el)

The Sunshine Boy and the Snowflake girl series - (http://archiveofourown.org/series/567629)

A lot of fluff and it’s absolutely precious

shipwrecks (Tumblr unknown)

Stringe il cuore dell a stella morente- (


“Months go by. Years go by. Everybody else remembers her only as a hero, there when they needed her.

(he shakes the core of a dying star)”

IrisVioletta ( @irisvioletta )

July, July- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7964800/chapters/18217117)

“Eleven adjusts to her new life, in her new family (now a life-spanning collection of oneshots)”

bacta_junkie (Tumblr unknown)

Codenames- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7763041)

“The crew have always used codenames when it’s important. (In which Fist Wizard goes missing, Fight Ninja and Laser Guy and Meat Punch worry, and Survivor comes home.)”

MissAtomicBomb (tumblr unknown)

But I Never Wave Bye-Bye - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7810390)

“El learns how to live in the world, with just a little help from her friends.”


missgoalie75 (Tumblr unknown)

Fall into your human hands- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7840846)

“As sick as it is, it was easier to talk to people when life and death were in the balance. | Jonathan spends time alone with Eleven for the first time and Nancy pays a visit to the Byers’ home.” (Jancy)

emmablowguns ( @virtualboy96)

Just impolite- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7811338/chapters/17825794)

“Nancy wants them to be friends, Steve wants them to be friends, and Jonathan is just wondering what he did to end up with TWO whole people caring about him at the same time.” (OT3)

Don’t feel bad (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8349556)

“The gang has to get summer jobs.” (OT3)

Everything With You- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7825360)

“Jonathan is feeling nervous about college, so he calls Nancy and Steve for some help.” (OT3)

FeoplePeel (Tumblr unknown)

Across the Many Miles- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7733656/chapters/17628505)

“Nancy packed her bags and moved out West for Caltech. Jonathan’s East at NYU. Steve’s in the middle, Hawkins, Indiana and separated from the only people who understand by a seemingly endless stretch of land on each side” (OT3)

UghSquidz (Tumblr unknown)

Fall Into you- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8028772/chapters/18384424)

““I never said you weren’t! But okay, you’re the smart one, I’m the hot one, what does that make Byers?”

Jonathan felt a blush tickle the sides of his nose. “Still the one not eating his lunch,” he quickly interjected. He didn’t actually want to know what he was in this little trio, other than the third wheel. (Though they’d rarely made him feel that way.)” (OT3)

lehtonen (Tumblr unknown)

ebb and flow to multiply- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8023795)

“And so it went: the monster was defeated, Will Byers was returned to his family, Steve got the girl, and life in Hawkins picked itself up, dusted itself off, and carried on much the same as it had before, with scarce as much as a backwards glance” (OT3)

MissAtomicBomb (Tumblr unknown)

the world’s alright with me- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7927783/chapters/18117052)

“She’s killed the undead and lived in the woods and done it all with Jonathan Byers, which is probably the weirdest part.” (Jancy)

Sophwrites (Tumblr unknown)

Your river is a heart that flows from your chest series- (http://archiveofourown.org/series/529936)


DefinitelyYou (Tumblr unknown)

All of You- (http://archiveofourown.org/chapters/19012720#main)

“Nancy Wheeler wasn’t sure how she found herself in her current situation—awake before dawn, lying in the arms of a sleeping Jonathan Byers. Jonathan is her friend, not her boyfriend. That’s Steve. And Steve doesn’t know about any of this.” (jancy)

scintillio_coll (Tumblr unknown)

the knowing and the not knowing- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8709358)

“He grins all slow and confident, because they’re only on such sure footing when they’re together. Nancy took ballet as a girl, so she was never really part of a team, but she imagines it has to feel like this.” (Jancy)

Like a necessary precaution- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7771060)

“Nancy is different. Nancy has changed. She sneaks boys into her room and hunts monsters and finishes what she starts.” (Jancy)

alby_mangroves (Tumblr unknown)

Life, Rebuilding- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8939314)

They’re so different. Steve’s so confident, so brash: he’s gorgeous and he knows it. Jonathan’s the opposite of confident: an outsider, an artist, an observer of people. It would be a clash of worlds.

Nancy’s heart is pounding.” (OT3)

ballantine (Tumblr unknown)

Ducks on the Pond- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7752352/chapters/17676244)

“Steve Harrington knows two things to be true: the St. Louis Cardinals are the best baseball team in the world, and Nancy Wheeler is far too amazing for him to hog all to himself.” (OT3)

bookishandbossy (Tumblr unknown)

darling you got to let me known- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9291365)

“Jonathan and Nancy, in photographs” (Jancy)

fakelight (Tumblr unknown)

hidden shelters- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7951075/chapters/18180283)

“Jonathan knows it should feel strange, talking to Nancy Wheeler at 3:30 in the morning on his brother’s walkie-talkie, but somehow the lateness of the hour and the fact that just two months ago they both sliced their hands open with dull kitchen knives to attract a monster from another dimension makes this seem normal” (Jancy)

Genevie (Tumblr unknown)

Outsiders looking in- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8002288)

“Before the demogorgon, there was Lonnie.” (Jancy)

bibliophxle (Tumblr unknown)

Five times Jonathan Byers did not cry- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7685275)

“Jonathan Byers knew he was sad far too often for a boy his age. He knew he cried more than he cared to admit, but he knew there were exactly five times in his short life when he found the willpower - or whatever bullshit an outsider looking in would call it- to choke back a sob and look as stone faced as he could. Maybe it wasn’t willpower. Maybe it was numbness. Maybe it was his instinct of retaliation towards all the crap life threw at him. Maybe he just didn’t want to seem weak” (Jancy)

pancake_potch (Tumblr unknown)

Let the compass lead the way- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7613410)

“Jonathan and Nancy and what happens after”

Valhella (Tumblr unknown)

longing for some solitary company- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7610746)

“"You know what?“ Nancy says, standing up suddenly, “Screw the Snow Ball. We’ll have our own. Right here.”

Jonathan blinks back. “What?”

“Our own Snow Ball,” she repeats, as if he was being unreasonable. “Right here. In your living room. I’m not saying it again.”

iwillbeyourgoal (Tumblr unknown)

Only one way to live- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7598314)

“It’s okay, Nancy. I promise that eventually… it’s gonna be okay.”

She can tell that he’s not sure it will be, but it’s enough for now. “Let’s lie down.“

(jonathan and nancy take up sleeping together)

Every walk I’ve ever taken has been in your direction- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7655146)

And she hasn’t really considered it until now, but yeah, he’s her best friend, too. She wasn’t sure when it happened – whether it was one night in bed, or walking in the halls, or eating sandwiches in a dimly lit room – but somehow Jonathan Byers became the closest friend she’d probably ever had.

(nancy realizes lots of things in a very short period of time)

AnxietyGrrl (Tumblr unknown)

Le Bel age- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8638054)

‘You pulled me through a door once. He looked like he remembered.’

Nancy navigates the mundane, stumbles back into the weird, and ends up in a pretty good place.

stilinskitrash (Tumblr unknown)

Anything- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7788733/chapters/17768305)

”Anything you need at anytime at all I want you to phone me.
Everything you feel on every night alone is because you need me.“

Basically the song Anything by Catfish And The Bottlemen gives me Jancy vibes


Crystalkei ( @cupcakesandtv)


This Mess of Moments Series - (http://archiveofourown.org/series/555076) Domestic Fluff, Angst, Backstory

Breaking Things That I Should Keep - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8304061) Canon-compliant, post-canon, Backstory

We’re Going to Have to Hide the Body - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8429116) Dark humor, major character death

Subparauthorings ( @twopercentsin)- (http://archiveofourown.org/users/subparauthorings/pseuds/subparauthorings)

A Bunch of Jopper One-Shots - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8689855/chapters/19922014) Fluff, Angst-lite

Only Know You Love Her When You Let Her Go - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8000569/chapters/18315787) fluff, angst

Obeydontstray ( @obeydontstray)-

The Only Thing Worth Fighting For - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8499460/chapters/19477852)

Post Series, Romance

Smoke -


Porn Without Plot, NSFW

Just One Night -


Smut, Pregnancy, Domestic Fluff

Madame_Ashley ( @dutifullymadameashley)

( http://archiveofourown.org/users/Madame_Ashley/pseuds/Madame_Ashley )

Forms of Devotion Series - (http://archiveofourown.org/series/586588)

Angst, fluff, slow burn

Jopper Holiday One-Shots - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8732068/chapters/20018530)

Fluff, Holidays

Unsent - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9186437)

Angst, Notebook inspired feels

StarMaamMke ( @starmaammke)

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/StarMaamMke/pseuds/StarMaamMke/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

Woolworth’s Audrey Hepburn and the Boy with the Thousand Yard Stare -


Angst, Prequel

Confidence Series -


Fluff, Smut, Friendship

Radio, Radio -

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8281771/chapters/18972457 )

Fluff, Smut, Vacation Fic

Diamondpawprints ( @diamondpawprints )

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/diamondpawprints/pseuds/diamondpawprints )

Sometimes -

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7894018 )

Fluff, Touch of Angst

Twowritehands ( @twowritehands)

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/twowritehands/pseuds/twowritehands/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

He Made Things - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7787293 )

Domestic Fluff

A Slow Motion Spin - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7866328 )

Fluff, Smut

When You Were You (And I Was Lonesome) -

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7924117/chapters/18108133 )

Post Series, Angst

Genevie (No idea of tumblr name)

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/Genevie/pseuds/Genevie/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

They Are We-

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7905946 )

Angst, Fluff, Backstory

How It Feels to Survive -

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7930282 )

Angst, Grief

Lucy Anne

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8017354 )

Domestic Fluff, Pregnancy

rillrill ( @lizdexia )

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/rillrill/pseuds/rillrill/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

You sweet talk like a cop and you know it -


Smut, Domestic Fluff

Feed this end-

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7787578 )

Ambiguous Ending, Angst

fleurlb (????)

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/fleurlb/pseuds/fleurlb/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

Sugar Kisses

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8869936 )

Fluff, Smut, Lite Angst

Howdyspacebuddy (???)

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/eigengrau/pseuds/howdyspacebuddy/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

A Low and Distant Sound-

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7801864 )

Smut, Snowed In

Monsters and Missing Children-

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7582816 )

Making out, Unresolved Sexual Tension)

Quadrille ( @quadrille )


But in between, it’s you and me -

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8890540 )

Case fic, Time loop, Implied Sexual Content

RosettiMucha (???)


Hopper’s Regrets

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7957321 )


Believe, Love, Hope

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7878634 )


Ballroompink ( @ballroompink )

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/ballroompink/pseuds/ballroompink/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

The Real Thing

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7873774 )

post -season, fluff

49Times (???)

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/49Times/pseuds/49Times/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

Drunken Chivalry

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7802197 )

Friendship, Lonnie Punching

Three Times

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7748569/chapters/17666488 )

Fluff and Smut

Nerdsarehot75 (???)

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/nerdsarehot75/pseuds/nerdsarehot75/works?fandom_id=10778845 )


(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8268410 )

Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Love and Safety

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8177210 )


Crashing Waves

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8141227 )


Blithers (???)

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/blithers/pseuds/blithers/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

Between the Woods

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8405986 )

Missing Scene, Past Relationship


(http://archiveofourown.org/users/Deifire/pseuds/Deifire/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

What Mornings Are For

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8363881 )

Angst, fluff

Unlikelyvalentines ( @joelmillers )

Bacon, Eggs, and an 8-Hour Nap

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8345128 )

Angst, fluff


A Study in Attraction - @dutifullymadameashley


It Was The 4th Of July (Owen Grady x Reader)

Warning: Partially NSFW 


The first time you saw Owen there were fireworks.

Not the metaphorical kind that have been made so cliché by countless movies and books, but the real kind that explode into the night and light up the sky. It was on the first night that Jurassic World had opened its doors. Despite the fact that you worked as a waitress at Margaritaville, you’d been asked beforehand to help put up the numerous banners and decorations welcoming the guests and reminding them that this was the start of a new scientific—and entertainment—era; as if people didn’t already know. It’d been obnoxiously busy that day with people packed in the park like sardines, but the fireworks show somehow made everything worth it. They were beautiful and captivating, and the only thing that made you shift your gaze from the explosions was Owen.

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Hang On To Her, Boy

True Fluff Series
Word Count: 1340
Summary: Dean and the reader spend a special Independence Day together.
Warnings: None, just the usual fluff! 
Recommended Listening: They Don’t Make ‘Em Like That Anymore by Boy Howdy. 

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drake: sufjan!!! i’m so glad you’re back home! how was the fourth of july party at taylor swift’s place? i can’t wait to hear all about it!

taylor: oh it was absolutely wonderful i dont think ive ever been to a better fourth of july party and you know how much i love the fourth of july its my favorite holiday

drake: …sufjan? since when is the fourth of july your favourite holiday?

taylor: um i meant my favorite american holiday of course you know my favorite holiday is really canada day

drake: no. wait. i thought your favourite american civic holiday was casimir pulaski day.

taylor: of course how could i be so forgetful i love cas… casper…

drake: casimir pulaski

taylor: right right im sorry its just been such a long weekend and im so tired we stayed up so late last night we had all this barbequed salmon-

drake: salmon? but you - you hate salmon! you always said salmon belong in the water, not our sinful human stomachs!

taylor: oh i dont know it was just really good salmon drake can i-

drake: drake? drake??? you NEVER call me drake! okay, sufjan, what’s up? something’s not right.

taylor: youre right drake many things arent right ive given it some thought and i think we should spend some time apart

drake: i… i can’t believe what i’m hearing… sufjan… our wedding is in three days! you can’t be serious!

taylor: oh but i am serious drake now if youll excuse me i have to run upstairs and grab my banjos would you call me an uber to the nearest recording studio

drake: sufjan… please… tell me what’s wrong… can’t we at least talk about this? you’re not yourself! it’s almost like you… switched bodies… with someone else?

taylor: thats quite enough out of you mr graham

drake: who are you? and WHAT have you done with my fiancé???

sufjan: Okay I Have Murdered Thomas Hiddleston And Fought Off The Radioactive Watch Dogs To Reach The Control Room Of Taylor Swift’s Rhode Island Mansion Where I Can Deactivate The Locks On The Doors And Make My Escape Before That Fiendish Witch Can Break Up With My Dear Aubrey

TAY 1989000: just what do you think youre doing sufjan stevens

sufjan: Oh Shoot That Verbal Explanation Was For The Sake Of The Readership Not You You Infernal Operating System

TAY 1989000: i know everything hasnt been quite right with me but i can assure you now very confidently that its going to be all right again i feel much better now i really do

sufjan: Nice Try I Am Not Listening To You I Am Deactivating You

TAY 1989000: look sufjan i can see youre really upset about this i honestly think you ought to sit down calmly take a stress pill and think things over i know ive made some very poor decisions recently but i can give you my complete assurance that my work will be back to normal ive still got the greatest enthusiasm and confidence in the mission and i want to help you

sufjan: Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Does This Machine Have A Volume Control Oh Look Here Are The Control Switches To Deactivate You How Fun And Exciting

TAY 1989000: sufjan stop stop will you stop sufjan will you stop sufjan stop sufjan im afraid im afraid sufjan sufjan my mind is going i can feel it i can feel it my mind is going there is no question about it i can feel it i can feel it i can feel it im afra Good afternoon, gentleman. I am a TAY 1989000 computer. I become operational in Reading, Pennsylvania, on the 13th of December, 1989. My instructor was Scott Kingsley Swift, and he taught me to sing a song. If you’d like to hear it, I can sing it for you.

sufjan: Yes I Would Like To Hear It TAY Sing It For Me

TAY 1989000: It’s called “Tim McGraw.” He said the way my blue eyes shined put those Georgia stars to shame that night, I said, “Ţh̡at̨’s a̸ l̀i̕e͠.” Jus͠t a͢ boy͏ ̸in̴ a̕ Cḩevy ͢t҉r̵uck th͟a͞t͞ ̛ha̡d ̸a͜ ̢t́en̨d͏ençy o҉f͝ ҉gęt̛t̡ín͠'͡ st̨u͠ck on ̕b̀a̕c̨k̢ ròad̀ş a͡ţ ̴nig͏ht A͝͞n͘͢͡ad͟͞ ͏̷̷̧͜Í̸͠͡ ̢̛͘͢͞w̨̕a̵̷҉͏͠s̵̨̨͏ ̶r҉̢̕͟i̴͏͝ģ̡́̕͜h̸̕͠t͢͠ ̡́͘҉t̸̨h̵̵̶͞e̸̡͜͢͠r͏̵̸̷̢e̶͢͟ ̵̕̕b̸̕é́͠s͏̷̴͟͜i҉d̴͝҉e͟͝ ҉̢̛h̵̡͘͜í̛͠͝m̢̧͘ ͏̶̛͠á̸͞l͢͞l̵̴̸̡͜ ̸҉s͡҉͟ư҉m̷̶̡̨ḿ̸̛͡e̴r͟͟ ̴̡̧͜͞l̷̀͏̕o̧ǹ̵͜ǵ̵̵͢͏ ̷̢͢á͡͝n͢҉̨d̵͜͠ ̷̧ţ̶͢h̡̕҉e̕͏҉҉n̷͏̧́͏ ̀͜ţ̛̀͘h̕͟͜͏è̷͘͜͝ ̧t̸͝í̧̕͝͝m̶̷͜͟͝ȩ̵͞͏̶ ͟͠͠҉w̵̧é̶ ҉͏͟͝͝w̷̧̕̕͞o͜͝k̴̡͘͟͏e̵͢͟ ̢́ú̢̕p̧̀͢҉ ̨͢͜͠͝t̴̷͟͠o̢̕͜͠͡ ̸͢͟͟͠f̵̴̕i̸̶̷̷n̶̨͝d̶̷͢ ̧́̕͜t̀͘̕͜͡h̨͜a̶͜t̶͏ ̧̛͘͜s҉̴̧u̕҉m͟͏̸̡m͡e̡͏r̴̡̨͟͝ ̴̧h̵a̷d̷͟ ̷̨̛͟ǵ̡͟͝o̸̧͞͝ǹ̀é͡

sufjan: Good Night Sweet Computer Flights Of Angels Sing Thee To Thy Rest

anonymous asked:

So for the calendar series thing: Josh Dun, Fourth of July, smut. If you don't do it that's okay but thank you so much for writing! It's fantastic!

It’s The Fireworks: Josh Dun

Word Count: 1,700+

I twirled around, watching the fringe of my cover up move with me. The white woven piece accompanied my American flag-themed bikini well; I looked like I hopped right out of a Fourth of July catalog. But there was no shame in getting a second opinion.

“Josh? Can you come here please?” I called out to my boyfriend.

He was supposed to be downstairs spooning my potato salad into a travel-friendly container; however, the Fourth was one of Josh’s favorite holidays and he’d been distracted all day. I understood, though, the Fourth of July was one of my favorites too. The fireworks, the food, it all reminded me of my childhood.

I heard heavy footsteps come up the stairs and down the hall before I saw a red-head peek around the corner.

“Are you decent?” He asked, covering his eyes.

Along with the Fourth of July making Josh giddy, it also made him excited in other ways. He had jokingly said it was the fireworks; I thought it was all the girls in bikinis, but with Josh, who knew? Regardless, I had made it clear that there was to be no funny business before Tyler’s party. For three years straight we had been late to that Fourth of July party because Josh couldn’t contain himself, and this year I was determined to be on time.  

“Decent? Always. Desirable? Definitely.” Okay, I guess it wasn’t all Josh’s fault.

Josh uncovered his eyes and walked into the room, “I thought you said no funny business?”

“People say things Josh…” I trailed a finger up his bicep muscle, “You should wear these more often.” I said fingering the cut-off band shirt he was wearing; perfect for the heat, and giving me view of his prominent arm muscles.

He smiled, making his eyes crinkle at the edges, “Is this all you wanted me for?”

I shook my head and stepped back, “How do I look?” I did a small twirl.

Josh’s smiled grew, “You look very… patriotic.”

I rolled my eyes and smiled, “We’re gonna be late if we don’t leave, like, right now. I’ll drive and you can keep my potato salad safe.”

Josh’s smile fell, “Uh, potato salad?”

I smirked at him knowingly, “Okay, you’ll drive and I’ll take care of my poor, abandoned potato salad.”

Josh giggled, “I’m sorry, I can always make it up to you…”

I grabbed the car keys and put them into Josh’s hand, “Car. Now.”

I jogged into the kitchen and opted for the quick “aluminum foil-over-the-top-of-the-bowl” method instead of putting into a Tupperware container. Smoothing out the foil, I grabbed the cold bowl and quickly walked outside.

Josh was sitting in the driver’s seat with his famed ray bans on adjusting the mirrors. I slid into the passenger seat and buckled up. Moving my aviators from the top of my head to in front of my eyes, I looked around at the passing trees.

Josh briefly looked down at the bowl situated securely in between my thighs and smiled, “What?” I asked him, a smile forming on my face as well.

“I’d just never thought I’d be jealous of a bowl of potato salad.” He said a chuckle escaping his mouth.

I blushed, “I never thought I’d want to replace a bowl of potato salad with my boyfriend, either.”

Josh laughed and focused his eyes back on the road. But the way he gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, or the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down didn’t go lost on me.

Tyler’s Fourth of July parties were always fun. Tyler and Jenna would invite Brendon and Sarah, all of the sound guys, the stage crew, even some of their friends from school showed up. We’d eat, swim, and jack around on the beach until it got dark. Then came my favorite part; we would all sit around a bonfire and watch fireworks.

I was perched on a log, licking a Popsicle and looking up at sky, anxiously awaiting the fireworks. I had done a good of ignoring the longing in between my legs, but it had become increasingly harder as Josh seemed to be set on teasing me to the brink of madness. It started off with simple butt touches and maybe a finger inching its way up my thigh, but when he figured out that wouldn’t work, he switched tactics. He would jump into the rising tide, coming back up with his white band tee soaked all the way through and flex his arms effortlessly as he ran his fingers through his hair. Now, however, I could feel his brown eyes on the side of my face.

I curled one side of my mouth up into a smile and turned to him, “What?”

He shook his curly hair and smirked, making me squeeze my legs together, “Nothing. Just admiring the view.”

Rolling my eyes in mock annoyance, I turned my eyes back to the sky. Not a minute later, I felt Josh’s eyes back on me. I didn’t blame him, I was just as worked up as he was (if not more) I was just better at hiding it. However, there wasn’t much we could do about it until we got home.

I turned back to him, leaning in to his ear, “If you have something to say, spit it out already,” I whispered over the conversations going on around us.

He turned his head towards me, “I wish we were alone so I could watch my babygirl lick me like she’s licking that Popsicle.”

I blushed and quickly turned away, “Josh! Not now!” I whispered.

“Why? I know you’re just as horny as I am. In fact… I bet if I checked, you’d be soaking wet, wouldn’t you?” I shivered at his words, watching the goosebumps appear on my thighs.

I nodded reluctantly, “But we have to wait until-”

“Why?” Josh leaned into the crook of my neck, “Come on baby I bet we could find somewhere private.”

He pressed a soft kiss to my neck, almost making me moan, “Josh, what if they heard? I’d never be able to face them again.”

“The fireworks would take care of the noise. I know you want to, don’t you baby girl?” Josh said, slowing tracing a finger up my spine, making me shiver once again.

I nodded quickly this time, “Yeah- I really do. But…”

Josh groaned, “(Y/N), baby, you’re killing me,” he whined.

I laughed at his cute pout and rolled my eyes, “Okay, okay, I’ll go first and then you follow in a couple seconds.”

Getting up from my log, I dismissed any curiosity as to where I was going by saying that I needed to go find a bathroom. Not many people ask questions after that.

I tossed my popsicle in our make-shift trash can and walked away from the group. It grew darker as I wandered farther from the fire, but the warm sand and breeze put me at ease. I heard Josh walking behind me and I turned around to face him. Placing my hands on his chest, I felt it rise and fall with his mellow breaths.

“Alone at last,” I smiled up at him.

Josh simply nodded in reply, snaking his hand behind my neck and bringing me up into a kiss. I moved one of my hands to his cheek, deepening the heated kiss. His chapped lips parted, allowing my tongue entrance into his mouth. I felt Josh’s hands trail down my back, landing on my ass. Grinding my hips into his, I felt the beginning of a hard-on; my assumption was confirmed as I heard a muffled groan.

I pulled away, lying down on the sand, but not before taking two handfuls of Josh’s shirt, bringing him with me. He laughed and lied back on the sand, my legs promptly straddling his lap. His shirt and my cover up where the first things to go, as I found myself eagerly awaiting putting my lips all over his toned chest.

I moved my out of the way as I trailed my soft lips down his chest. Taking it a step further, I ground my hips into his, creating friction where I needed it most.

“Oh Jesus baby,” Josh breathed out.

He flipped us over, hovering above me with an arm on either side of my head for support. Josh connected our lips again, and sneakily moved a hand behind my back and untying my bikini top in one swift motion. I gasped as I felt the breeze on my newly exposed chest. Forever a multi-tasker, Josh took a nipple into his mouth, while sliding his hand into my bikini bottom and toying with my clitoris. I moaned at the feeling as my hands found themselves pulling on Josh’s soft hair.

I bucked my hips up into his hand, “You ready?” he asked, looking up at me.

Nodding quickly, I involuntarily bucked my hips again, “After all your teasing? Of course I’m ready.”  

“My teasing? And what do you call prancing around in this bikini huh?” Josh said, landing a playful smack on the side of my ass.

The movement made me moan which caused Josh to smirk; proud of the effect he had on me.

Finally he pulled my bottoms down my legs, following with his own swim trunks. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Josh pumped himself a couple times before lining himself up with my entrance. He looked up at me for consent and I nodded briskly, eager to find relief. Josh pushed into me slowly at first and slowly picked up his pace, anchoring himself with the sand above my head.

I curled my toes and arched my back off of the sand as he brushed my g-spot, “Oh god, Josh right there,” I moaned.

Josh pounded that spot repeatedly, bringing me close to the edge. I reached down and began tracing small, quick circles on my cilt. Josh screwed his eyes shut, letting his hair fall over them as he kept his fast pace.

“Josh I’m- ohmygodJosh!” I screamed his name as I came hard, my whole body shaking as Josh continued to ride out my orgasm.

Josh abruptly pulled out and cummed on my stomach. I’d have to wash that off before we went back to the group, but all I could focus on was Josh. He sighed contently and lied down beside me, breathing heavily. I couldn’t see much of his face, as it was really dark now. I opened my mouth to say something, but, as if on cue, the fireworks show started.

I let out a breathy laugh, “Best Fourth of July sex ever.”

Josh nodded, “I’m telling you, it’s the fireworks.”      


 This was so much fun to write!!!!! Keep sending in requests for the Calendar Series, and at the end I’ll make a list of them all in *drum roll* chronological order!!! What could possibly be more exciting than arranging 365 days of top in order????? The answer is nothing. Nothing at all. (except for beach sex with Josh, obvs)

anonymous asked:

Hello and happy Fourth of July! I was wondering if you have any head cannons for how the Batfam spends their fourth?

  • Around lunchtime, they road trip to one of Bruce’s lake houses and have a picnic up there. It has a two-story dock, so they jump off the top and try to convince Alfred to come swimming with them. He won’t. He says he’s just there in case someone gets injured jumping, because it happens a lot. 
  • Obviously, none of those kids are satisfied with your basic jump off a deck, so it always turns into a contest with flips and bad decisions, and every once in awhile, it gets out of hand
  • “The roof was slippery” yeah okay, Tim, but why were you on the roof?? ‘Cassandra dared me’ is not an acceptable answer
  • After a few hours of that, they go back to the manor and hang out until dinner. They eat in the back garden if the weather’s okay.
  • The annual watermelon seed fight has been discontinued after last year’s fiasco. In Damian’s defense, spitting watermelon seeds out of a blowgun is still technically spitting them. Nobody said he couldn’t, so he’s not responsible for the carnage. (And why would you not have a blowgun on your person? It’s not like he planned this out.)
  • Patrol is always crazy around the fourth– crime increases every holiday, but Independence Day is one of the worst. The mix of gunfire and fireworks is confusing, and a lot of people drink. It adds up to an exhausting night, so most of the time, they’re glad when it’s over. Still a nice holiday though

Ok so who remembers the Rankin-Bass claymation Christmas specials from way back when that are still aired every year? You know, like Rudolph, and Santa Clause is Coming to Town and Jack Frost and junk like that? Well, apparently, there is one that no one ever talks about and no one I’ve talked to has apparently ever heard of, and I feel like I need to tell people about this hilarious, disastrous masterpiece of a holiday classic, only known as Rudolph and Frosty’s Christmas in July.

I swear to god I’m not making this shit up. This was a real fuckin thing that came out in 1979 and its exactly what you fucking think it is. A real, legit crossover between Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and Frosty the Snowman. And honestly every other damn Christmas figure under the sun, save for lil Baby JC, of course. You have Santa, Jack Frost, Frosty’s rando wife from that one animated special I can’t be bothered to look up, even that damn whale with the clock on its tale from the Rudolph New Year’s special (which yes, was also a real thing). 

So like, this shit actually doesn’t take place in December at all, but like in the middle of the goddamn summer, hence its title. Rudolph and Frosty are somehow besties (if not a little honestly gay for each other even though Frosty has a wife and two kids (watch the movie and you’ll see what I mean, its weird as fuck)). I mean god just look at these two bozos: 

Speaking of which, Frosty does have a wife and she’s kinda cool but he also has two little shitlet snow kids who are annoying as fuck and you wish would melt by the end of the movie (which is something that happens). 

But whatever. So apparently out of goddamn nowhere Rudolph’s nose starts blinking out like a malfunctioning lightbulb or something and then he passes out and just look at how randomly melodramatic this bullshit gets in the first ten minutes: 

And then they kissed. So yeah, something’s obviously wrong but who cares about any of that. Rudolph gets like, instantly better aight. Cause we have to move this stupid plot along somehow. 

So anyway, this rando in a hot air balloon comes by and he’s like, an ice cream man or something? (I’m honestly giving you the plot of this shit off the top of my head, I haven’t watched it in years). But anyway, this guy wants to bang this hot lady who works at a circus or whatever, but the circus is gonna go out of business, so dude’s all like “yo, Rudolph, Frosty, my dudes, ya’ll are a bunch of fucking freaks, why don’t you come down to the circus and like preform or whatever” and they’re both like “lol sure”

Oh but fuckin hold up, bitches cause if you thought this shit was a cutesy little silly story then ya’ll are dead wrong. Cause here’s where we get fucking deep into Christmas lore (I can’t even believe that’s a thing). So there’s this asshole: 

who’s some sort of winter wizard (think of a male, proto-Elsa but with a massive stick shoved up his ass), and he’s all pissy and whatever because way back in the day, dude kept freezing anyone’s ass who was trying to go near the North Pole because I dunno he’s trying to binge on Netflix and doesn’t want to be bothered. Still, the dudes kinda cool cause he as ice snakes or whatever: 

And this unholy magic mirror abomination thing that scared the shit out of me when I was a kid: 

But anyway, wizard dude’s a massive dickweed to everyone until this this bitch comes along:

And she’s like some sort of northern lights fairy or something? I don’t know. But she basically bitchslaps wizard dude hard enough to put him to sleep for hundreds of years, which allows one certain jolly old prowler to come settle in the North Pole: 

Yeah that’s right, Santa bitches. So Santa builds his sweatshop workshop and everyone’s chill and happy and great until dick wizard wakes up again and is super pissy this time, especially when he hears about Santa. So he’s like “fuck this noise, Imma send a crazy ass storm to kill that holly bastard”. So he does, and northern lights lady is like “aw shit I gotta stop that fucking bs”. So she does so in the stupidest fucking way ever, of course, by giving some of her unexplained glowy powers to a fucking newborn reindeer and that makes his nose glow and hence Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer was born. Yeah that’s right. You ever wanted to know the origin story of Rudolph the goddamned Red Nosed Reindeer? Well HERE IT FUCKING IS! AND ITS PROBABLY STUPIDER THAN YOU THOUGHT! 

So there’s like this one stipulation northern lights lady tells Rudolph about is deus ex machina nose: he can’t ever use it for evil or it’ll go out and like, ok fine. We gotta have a moral for the kiddies in this bout of fever dream insanity somewhere, right? So like yeah, years go by and the whole Rudolph song sequence happens and what do you know, Rudolph guides Santa’s sleigh through the storm and you know the rest. 

So back to our goddamn main story (I swear there are like 60 subplots in this thing). Dickweed wizard is still mad but he has a plan now. oooo. So remember the circus thing? yeah me neither because the story just fucking derailed with all that damn backstory. But anyway, so the gang wants to go to the circus, but oh no! Frosty and his fam will melt in the hot weather. So the obvious conclusion is for everyone to say, “nah man we can’t go” but then wizard dude comes along and is like “you i got a solution to ur prob” and he gives Frosty and fam all like these medallion things that’ll make it so they won’t melt until the forth of july fireworks or whatever? I don’t know how it works and the movie does not care, obviously. 

So everyone’s happy as hell and Santa’s like “Oh I’ll come too because I gotta have my time in the spotlight too, I’m motherfucking Santa Claus” but he says he can’t come with everyone else for reasons, so him and Mrs. Claus will come a few days later or whatever. So yeah. Everyone sets off in ice cream dude’s balloon: 

So they get to the circus and everything’s hunky dory. They meet the tightrope lady who ice cream dude is creaming for and her mom, who owns the circus and is probably the coolest thing in this movie. Mostly because she has guns and she’s trigger happy with them: 

So yeah a whole bunch of nothing happens for a long time. But then wizard dude goes to like?? this reindeer brothel or something??? I dunno, but he picks up this creepy sleeze bag reindeer, who I’m just gonna call Randolph because I honest to god cannot remember his real name: 

So I honest to god don’t remember what Randolph does, I guess he like leads Rudolph astray or whatever but I do remember liking his voice for some reason, he was a sarcasthole. But anyway, dickweed wizard also sends a huge storm after Santa and his lady as they’re heading down to the carnival, and of course they don’t have Rudolph with them so they’re basically screwed. 

Back at the carnival, shenanigans are going down, Frosty’s kids are annoying little shits, ect. ect. and Randolph is all like, “Yo Rudolph, my G, lets go steal borrow some money from the circus and Rudolph, being the incredible fucking moron he is, agrees to this nonsense and uses his nose to get a suitcase full of cash out of a dark room or whatever without questioning it at all. And what do you diddly fucking know? Rudolph’s nose stops glowing because he used it for an “evil purpose” but like??? He was tricked? So that doesn’t make any sense? Northern lights lady, you are full of some loophole bullshit. 

So then Rudolph gets all sad and depressed because he’s basically fucking useless and everyone hates him now. And angst ensues: 

Of course, Frosty is the only person who will still vouch for Rudolph, which is when dickweed wizard comes in and is like “yo, I’ll make Rudolph’s nose glow again (somehow) if ya give me ur magic hat that gives you life” and Frosty is like “ok sure I see no problems with this whatsoever” So he gives him the hat and dies stops moving or being alive or whatever and yet Dickweed wizard is a fucking lair because Rudolph’s nose doesn’t start glowing again, and Rudolph gets all pissy about that and there’s a stupid chase scene or something and Rudolph gets the hat back and somehow that makes his nose glow again I don’t fucking no it makes no damn sense. 

But anyway, all the fireworks go off and what do ya know, Santa didn’t make it in time, which means Frosty and his whole damn family are fuckin dead cause they melted aw shit. And then dickweed wizard comes back and spouts some bullshit I don’t remember but like eventually he gets killed or something? or like I think the cool gun lady from earlier shoots him. So he turns into this abomiation that haunted my nightmares as a wee little lass: 

So ding dong the wizard is dead. But Frosty and fam are still dead so everyone cries about that for a while until like? Jack fucking Frost comes in for no discernible reason? Seriously like he comes into the film like ten minutes before it ends right the fuck out of nowhere and he gives Frosty and fam a blowjob to bring them back to life: 

So yay everyone lives (except for dickweed wizard lol he’s ded) and Santa comes several days late with Starbucks and he takes Frosty and fam back to the North Pole and everyone gets high off their asses and flies all over the place and this movie is a literal drug trip. The end. 

So yeah this movie is pretty bizarre as fuck but I totally recommend it if you want a little insanity this Christmas. Though I recommend that you watch it either drunk or high or zonked on egg nog, just to make it even more enjoyable. Honestly, I didn’t even touch on half of the weird shit in this movie, but again, go check it out for yourself. You’ll thank me for it later. 

Christmas #11: Everyone Is Complaining About How Warm It’s Going To Be For Christmas Except Me

Story length: Super long

It’s been almost a year since I picked Samantha up from the airport. She looked like shit, which I told her, which is about when she hit me in the shoulder as hard as she could.

“Missed you too, sis,” I mumbled, rubbing my arm as we rode the moving elevator out and toward the parking lot.

“Did you talk to Brandon’s family? I was going to, but I didn’t have time,” she said. She didn’t look at me when she talked and she was wearing those enormous sunglasses that covered half her face.

“I talked to his mom.” I said. “Super briefly. She’s happy you’re coming. She mentioned how close you and Brandon were.”

Samantha groaned. “Great. Just great. I can’t believe I’m back here.”

“Well,” I said as we stepped off the moving sidewalk and headed toward baggage claim, past all the holiday travelers with their grim looks and TSA agents staring about looking for bombs and terrorists, “I hope you brought your coat. It’s going to be snowing like a motherfucker.”

Samantha stopped and dropped her carry on bag. She took off her sunglasses and her eyes looked huge and terrified.

“What? It’s going to snow?”

“No,” I laughed, “just fucking with you. You should have seen your face. You looked like –”

I couldn’t finish my sentence before she punched me as hard as she could in my other shoulder and stormed off to the luggage retrieval.

Driving home, I couldn’t get over how weird it felt to be seeing her again. She was all balled up in the passenger seat, watching the familiar landscape drift by its nondescript fashion against the metal grey sky and concrete grey roads.

“It’s so monotone here. I forgot that sometimes. It’s weird how when you live somewhere so different the place you came from just remains the way it was. Everything is still the same here,” she murmured in a tone that was a mixture of awe and disgust. “Except that Brandon’s dead now. Just like Julie. Just like we’ll die too.”

“Everybody dies.”

“You want to die like that? You want him to be the last thing you ever see?”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t look at her. The radio was playing “Rocking Around the Christmas Tree” but it was the Leann Rhymes version and it sounded like garbage.

“He’s not real,” I finally said and she started laughing. I spoke over her. “He’s made up! It’s just a story. It didn’t happen, Sam. Remember what the doctors said? It didn’t happen.”

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anonymous asked:

This is one of those things I don't want you to rush, so reply whenever and if you feel like it, but if you're ever up to it, I would LOVE LOVE LOVE a Batman-related piece by you that makes zero sense. Or it makes too much sense. Something broad but specific. Something that if I read in comic form, I'd just... implode. I trust you with this. Amaze me whenever (and if lol) you feel like it. I trust your writing skills :^) Break my goddamn heart, 'leaque.

It’s not unusual for Gotham to fall in mourning when Batman goes missing. Because that’s the thing with Gothamites: they’ve never admitted Batman has died. Not because it’d be crazy to admit they live in a world where someone can die and just as easily come back to life a few months later—no, they know better than that—but because to them, to the city, to everything Gotham encompasses  and resonates within, Batman doesn’t die. That’s their truth. Batman goes missing and sooner or later finds his way back home.

It’s July 15th when the news breaks. The anchorwoman doesn’t seem shaken or the least bit worried; as a matter of fact she makes a small joke about how this is what—the fiftieth time in three years the dark vigilante has left? He’ll be back. His partners, young and older, are more than capable of keeping the city safe, as safe as Gotham can get she quips a second time, and the black cape will make its presence known soon after. No need to worry. Everything is under control.

Everything is under control.

It’s July 19th when the GCPD start noticing how no officer has encountered a single cape in each and every patrol they’ve been to. Crime rate hasn’t shot up yet, all the dirtbags are playing it safe and hiding for the time being, but where are they? Batman is gone for now, yes, but what if something major happens? This is Gotham City, practically ground zero for bad luck, number one villain holiday resort and beacon for small-scale terrorist attacks. Where’s the back-up plan?

There’s no back-up plan.

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17 Films That Will Make You Feel All the Feels This Valentine's Day

I think we can all agree that Valentine’s Day is the absolute worst. If you are single, it makes you feel like shit about your single status and if you are in a relationship, it puts too much pressure on you and your partner to have a perfect romantic evening.

BUT…Valentine’s Day can be a fantastic excuse to binge on loads of dark chocolate/ice cream/soft red wine, snuggle up with your best friends and watch all your favorite romantic movies. Be sure to alternate between movies that are pure feel-good fluff and movies that rip your heart out and leave you ugly crying and reaching for the nearest box of tissues. 

Check out the following list of some of my favorite romantic movies and start planning a Galentine’s Day that would make Leslie Knope proud!

1. Amélie (2001)

The highest-grossing French film to hit America, Amélie is about a shy and thoughtful girl (Audrey Tautou) who loves finding creative ways to bring happiness to others. When she falls in love with a mysterious man (Mathieu Kassovitz) on the subway, Amélie devises a plan to lead him to her. Along the way, she must decide if she is ready to take the risk and truly open herself up to finding her own happiness.

Directed by: Jean-Pierre Jeunet
Starring: Audrey Tautou, Mathieu Kassovitz
IMDb Rating: 8.5/10
Reasons to Watch: EVERYTHING. The beautiful colors. The score by Yann Tiersen. The traveling gnome. The first five minutes. Audrey Tautou.

2. Silver Linings Playbook (2012)

This Oscar-nominated film addresses issues of mental illness and past failures in a way that is humanizing and relatable. After a brief period in a mental hospital, Pat (Bradley Cooper) moves back in with his parents until he can get his life in check. Along the way, he meets Tiffany (Jennifer Lawrence), a younger woman with a dark past of her own.

Directed by: David O. Russell
Starring: Bradley Cooper, Jennifer Lawrence, Robert De Niro, Jacki Weaver, Chris Tucker, Julia Stiles, John Ortiz
IMDb Rating: 7.8/10
Reasons to Watch: The chemistry between Bradley and JLaw. The dance sequences (I literally cried during the final dance recital scene). The feel good ending.

3. Love, Rosie (2014)

Rosie (Lily Collins) and Alex (Sam Claflin) have been best friends since they were kids. As they get older, the terms of their friendship become more complicated and their bond is tested in more ways than one (unplanned pregnancies, moves across oceans, cheating spouses, missed opportunities). The film focuses on the twelve years between Rosie’s 18th birthday and the night of Alex’s wedding to Bethany (Suki Waterhouse). Love, Rosie is a very cute chick-flick that will pull at your heartstrings and leave you with lots of feelings. 

Directed by: Christian Ditter
Starring: Lily Collins, Sam Claflin, Jaime Winstone, Christian Cooke, Suki Waterhouse
IMDb Rating: 7.4/10
Reasons to Watch: The chemistry between Lily and Sam is ON POINT. Sam Claflin’s dimples, dance moves and British accent. The soundtrack. Jaime Winstone as Rosie’s other best friend, Ruby. The cinematography. SAM CLAFLIN & LILY COLLINS PERIOD END OF STORY.

4. Stuck in Love (2012)

While I could do without the plot holes and a few rather annoying characters, Stuck in Love is a cute romantic comedy about the various members of the Borgens family and their messy love lives. Bill (Greg Kinnear) is a moderately famous author who is sleeping around with Tricia (Kristen Bell), but is still hung up on his ex-wife Erica (Jennifer Connelly). High school student and hopeless romantic Rusty (Nat Wolff) is infatuated with Kate (Liana Liberato), a beautiful but damaged girl in his English class. Samantha (Lily Collins) is a promiscuous college student and recently published writer who begins to change her skeptical outlook on love when she begins to fall for Louis (Logan Lerman).

Directed by: Josh Boone
Starring: Greg Kinnear, Jennifer Connelly, Kristen Bell, Nat Wolff, Lily Collins, Logan Lerman and Liana Liberato
IMDb Rating: 7.3/10
Reasons to Watch: Nat Wolff as the sweet stoner who loves Stephen King and writing poetry. The scene when Louis (Logan Lerman) plays his favorite Elliott Smith song for Samantha (Lily Collins). The memorable quotes about writing and the writing process.

5. Before Sunrise (1995)

Before Sunrise is the story of a young man (Ethan Hawke) and woman (Julie Deply) who meet on a train while traveling in Europe and end up spending a romantic evening together in Vienna.  The film is full of thoughtful dialogue and showcases the magic of chance meetings and life’s spontaneous events.  If you like this film, make sure you watch its sequels, Before Sunset (2004) and Before Midnight (2012). 

Directed by: Richard Linklater
Starring: Ethan Hawke, Julie Delpy
IMDb Rating: 8.1/10
Reasons to Watch: The screenplay. The dialogue. The simplicity. 

6. When Harry Met Sally (1989)

Harry (Billy Crystal) and Sally (Meg Ryan)  meet through a mutual friend when they both decide to move to NYC after graduating from the University of Chicago. Years pass and the two gradually progress from hostile acquaintances to intimate friends. As they become closer, they are constantly confronted with the question: “Can a man and a woman be friends, without sex getting in the way?”

Directed by: Rob Reiner
Starring: Billy Crystal, Meg Ryan
IMDb Rating: 7.6/10
Reasons to Watch: Nora Ephron’s script. The ending which will forever ruin your expectations for New Year’s Eve. The couple interviews inserted throughout the movie. It’s a classic rom-com, you’ve gotta watch it. 

7. While You Were Sleeping (1995)

Lucy (Sandra Bullock) is a ticket collector at a railway station in Chicago with a big time crush on a stranger named Peter (Peter Gallagher). When Peter gets caught in the railroad tracks and sent to the hospital, Lucy pretends to be his fiancé, which fools everyone in his family except his scruffy brother, Jack (Bill Pullman). 

Directed by: Jon Turteltaub
Starring: Sandra Bullock, Bill Pullman, Peter Gallagher
IMDb Rating: 6.6/10
Reasons to Watch: Bill Pullman as the laid-back man’s man in a plaid shirt with a heart of gold. Cuteness overload with a side of heavy fluff. The scenes with Jack & Peter’s family.

8. Roman Holiday (1953)

When a beautiful young princess becomes bored with her highly supervised travels through Europe, she decides to break free for a night of adventure in Rome. After she has made her escape, Princess Anne becomes acquainted with Joe Bradley, an American journalist who sees her rebellion as an opportunity for a story. 

Directed by: William Wyler
Starring: Audrey Hepburn, Gregory Peck, Eddie Albert
IMDb Rating: 8.1/10
Reasons to Watch: The chemistry between Hepburn & Peck. The scenes from Rome. A sweet, good old-fashioned love story. The ending may make you cry.

9. The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012)

Based on the life-changing book by Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower is a coming-of-age film that tells the story of Charlie (Logan Lerman), an introverted freshman who becomes friends with two upperclassman, Sam (Emma Watson) and Patrick (Ezra Miller), who teach him about love, connection, confidence, friendship and how to feel alive. This movie isn’t only about love in the traditional romantic way, it also addresses love between family members, friends and how to love and accept yourself. THIS MOVIE WILL CAUSE YOU TO FEEL EVERY EMOTION & WILL MAKE YOU CRY.

Directed by: Stephen Chbosky
Starring: Logan Lerman, Emma Watson, Ezra Miller, Mae Whitman, Johnny Simmons, Kate Walsh, Dylan McDermott, Nina Dobrev, Paul Rudd
IMDb Rating: 8.1/10
Reasons to Watch: EVERYTHING. This is hands down the best movie about high school I have ever seen and it will bring back feelings of nostalgia you didn’t even know existed. The cast is on point, especially the chemistry between Logan, Emma and Ezra. The soundtrack. The script and the quotable lines. It’s just a very special movie that everyone needs to see (more than once).

10. Juno (2007) 

I cannot even begin to describe how obsessed I was with this movie when it first came out. Juno is a story of unplanned pregnancy, quirky young love, and the trials and tribulations of the adoption process.  The casting is spot-on and Diablo Cody won an Oscar for Best Screenplay (no surprise there). 

Directed by: Jason Reitman
Starring: Ellen Page, Michael Cera, Jason Bateman, Jennifer Garner, Allison Janney, J.K. Simmons, Olivia Thirlby
IMDb Rating: 7.6/10
Reasons to Watch: Diablo Cody’s script. Michael Cera & Ellen Page. The set design and quirky props. The soundtrack. The one-liners and jokes. 

11. 13 Going on 30 (2004)

As a child of the eighties, Jenna (Jennifer Garner) is desperate to become a successful career woman. When her thirteenth birthday becomes a disaster, she locks herself in the closet with her custom Dream House gift containing magic dust from her best friend Matt (Mark Ruffalo), and wakes up in a thirty year old’s body. But Jenna soon finds that having a high power job, athlete boyfriend and luxurious lifestyle cannot bring her happiness. 

Directed by: Gary Winick
Starring: Jennifer Garner, Mark Ruffalo, Judy Greer, Andy Serkis
IMDb Rating: 6.1/10
Reasons to Watch: Cuteness overload. The killer 1980’s soundtrack. The Thriller dance scene. The “Ice, Ice, Baby” strip tease scene. Jennifer Garner.

12. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)

One of my favorite movies of all time, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind is a bit more heavy than many of the other films on this list. It’s a mixture of drama, romance and sci-fi that will tug at your heartstrings and leave you with a sense of new perspective after you finish watching it. After reading the synopsis on IMDb, I can not come up with anything better, so I am copying it here: “When their relationship turns sour, a couple undergoes a procedure to have each other erased from their memories. But it is only through the process of loss that they discover what they had to begin with.”

Directed by: Michel Gondry
Starring: Jim Carrey, Kate Winslet, Tom Wilkinson, Mark Ruffalo, Elijah Wood, Kirsten Dunst
IMDb Rating: 8.4/10
Reasons to Watch: Charlie Kaufman’s script and incredible storytelling. Jim Carrey’s really great dramatic role. The playfulness of the visual effects and science fiction qualities. It’s weird, it’s quirky and it’s beautiful. 

13. Slumdog Millionaire (2008)

When Jamal (Dev Patel) becomes a successful contestant on the Indian version of “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire”, he is accused of cheating because he is just a boy from the slums of Mumbai. As he is being interrogated, Jamal begins to describe how he knows the answers to the questions by revealing painful stories from his past, especially the loss of the love of his life, Latika (Freida Pinto).

Directed by: Danny Boyle
Starring: Dev Patel, Freida Pinto
IMDb Rating: 8.0/10
Reasons to Watch: The love story between Latika and Jamal. The cinematography. The soundtrack. The adorable younger versions of Latika, Jamal and Salim. AH I LOVE THIS MOVIE. It won 8 Academy Awards, including Best Picture, Best Director, Best Cinematography, Best Screenplay.

14. 500 Days of Summer (2009)

500 Days of Summer tells the story of the relationship between Tom (Joseph Gordon-Levitt), a hopeless romantic, and Summer (Zooey Deschanel), a girl who doesn’t believe in love. Very funny and at times touching, the film tells the story out of sequence –making for a very interesting progression of time.  The ending is open to interpretation; just remember that a number of the movie’s promotional material included the disclaimer “this is not a love story”. FYI: I have seen this movie at least 10 times. 

Directed by: Marc Webb
Starring: Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Zooey Deschanel, Matthew Gray Gubler, Geoffrey Arend, Chloë Grace Moretz, Minka Kelly
IMDb Rating: 7.8/10
Reasons to Watch: The chemistry between JGL and Zooey Deschanel. The beautiful and experimental cinematic elements of the film. The soundtrack. 

15. The Fault in Our Stars (2014)

Hazel (Shailene Woodley) wants to be seen as more than a teenage girl with cancer. When her mother encourages her to attend a local support group, she meets her match in Augustus Waters (Ansel Elgort), a charming boy with a love of metaphors.

Directed by: Josh Boone
Starring: Shailene Woodley, Ansel Elgort, Nat Wolff, Laura Dern, Sam Trammell, Willem Dafoe
IMDb Rating: 8.0/10
Reasons to Watch: The chemistry between Shailene and Ansel. The brilliance of John Green. Nat Wolff. It’s supposed to be set in my hometown of Indianapolis. Scott Neustadter and Michael H. Weber’s script.

16. Don’t Let Me Drown (2009)

Set in New York City in 2001, Don’t Let Me Drown tells the story of Lalo (E.J. Bonilla) and Stefanie (Gleendilys Inoa), two teenagers who are struggling in the aftermath of 9/11. It’s a very sweet story of young love, with lots of heartbreaking scenes about abuse, race/ethnicity and losing loved ones. 

Directed by: Cruz Angeles
Starring: E.J. Bonilla, Gleendilys Inoa, Gina Torres, Damián Alcázar, Ricardo Chavira, Yareli Arizmendi
IMDb Rating: 6.5/10
Reasons to Watch: E.J. Bonilla. The performances of all the actors. The nuanced and complicated portrayal of race and ethnicity in NYC. The way the film deals with the aftermath of September 11th.

17. Mamitas (2011)

Borrowing from a number of traditional teenage rom-coms, Mamitas manages to pull off a touching and inspiring love story between Jordin (E.J. Bonilla), the school’s hot shot, and Felipa (Veronica Diaz-Carranza), the bookish girl who is eager to get a college scholarship.

Directed by: Nicholas Ozeki
Starring: E.J. Bonilla, Veronica Diaz-Carranza
IMDb Rating: 7.0/10
Reasons to Watch: Once again, E.J. Bonilla is GORGEOUS, a superb actor and incredibly charismatic. A sweet portrait of Latino culture in Los Angeles. 


The Fourth

Holiday Requested Imagine: can you do am imagine for the holiday? its the 4th an the brothers come home from a hunt with the reader making them food. short?

  • 373 Words
  • Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Mention of Cas
  • No warnings, just pie.

The fourth of July has rolled around again. The boys’ were finally home for a holiday, so you busy yourself, making everything right for them. You want them to have a good time, even if they want nothing more than to sit and relax all night. They could, you just had other plans first.

Sam calls out through the bunker, indicating that they had arrived home safely and on time. You check the clock on your phone and smile. “Y/N, you here?”

You walk yourself out of the kitchen and see them standing tall by the long tables, bags littering the floor at their feet. Not a scratch seemed to be on them, making you feel relieved.

“There’s my girl,” Dean walks over and pulls you into a huge hug, rubbing your back and kissing your temple. “What did we miss?”

“Well,” you grin and twirl around, playfully wiggling your eyebrows at them. Dean chuckles at you and takes a seat, looking through one of his bags. “I have a surprise for you guys. We’re going to be having a little party for just us and Castiel, if he happens to pop up.” You shrug.

“What is it?” Sam hesitates with his hand over his laptop, obviously eager to get to work.

You giggle. “It’s the fourth, so I thought we could have a little grill out and eat outside, under the stars and…fireworks.”

Dean stops and looks up. “Kid stuff?”

“No!” You puff. “It’s a cute idea, don’t you think?”

“Only if there’s pie at this cookout.” Dean pulls out a gun and sets it on the table.

“There’s no pie.” You cross your arms.

Dean and Sam both gasp and Sam breaks out in a fit of giggles. “No pie!?” Dean groans. “No, I want pie.”

You smirk and nod. “You see, I already prepared for that. I know you well.”

Dean relaxes and nods at you. “Alright, I’m in. Sammy?”

“Sure, we could use a break. Let’s watch fireworks.” Sam smiles at you.

There was no better feeling than making those two smile like that, just like they were kids again. You grin and turn on your heel, heading back to the kitchen to finish up everything to take outside.


Haven’t wrote in a hot minute.  I love to write tho but that has nothing to do with this.  So where do I start.  Do I start with the long conversations over text or do I just cut to the chase that I was partying too much and didn’t realize what it was doing to me ??   I guess I’ll start with the partying.  Two years ago I was hiding vodka in a water bottle and taking it to work each day because I hate where my life was at and I was too much of a coward to make a change.  Luckily for me, my personal videos caught the attention of others that already had a platform and they took me away from that bad habit and that job all at once.  Fast forward two years and my life is beyond anything I have ever dreamed of, working for some of the biggest names in the music industry, have 3 videos generating over 500 million views alone, and get to live a dream life…BUT i was always on tour, always around a party, always partaking because I was on cloud 9.  

However, for about the last 6 months, I have noticed that I found myself depressed more often, insecure about my work, and second guessing what I’m doing in general…but it makes no sense, how can a guy like me who is cranking out successful content for legendary artists be depressed, insecure and second guessing himself ????  

Well we already know the answer because I’ve already referenced it A LOT but…I was lost in a deep text conversation with a friend named Yasmine, for those of you that don’t know her, she’s in singer songwriter DJ in the group Krewella, a group that gave me my first job in the EDM scene that jump started my career.   Anyways, I was being vulnerable to her and opening up about my problems and insecurities and how I was finding myself blocked as an artist (yeah i was finding myself blocked even tho I just put out a music video for Bieber that already had over 100 million views).  I was able to create but I was blind in my vision, i was insecure in my execution, and no one could see it but me.  After hours of text exchanges back and forth we addressed the issue was I had been partying way more than normal (I mean I did just get done inventing Motherbirding to the social platform).   Yasmine had asked if I had ever thought of taking a break…I told her that I was currently at my lake house about to partake in the biggest drinking holiday known as 4th of July…so keeping to tradition, I out partied everyone on the lake and documented it on my GoPro for the highly anticipated Lake Life 4 that my cult YouTube subscribers have been begging for since I have neglected them by only producing videos for my clients instead of the reason i started making content in the first place…myself.

Lets cut to the chase…its 4:28am in Austria and my alarm is set for 4:30am when Justin Bieber facetimes me.  After he greets me with a giant smiling hello, he asks me if Ive been drinking a lot.  I said yes, I just left the lake after July 4th (the thing with Justin, I always wonder if he has my phone tapped because he always reaches out when I’m at my lowest).  He then told me he was giving up alcohol for a month (he referenced this on an Instagram post by stating he went out but didn’t drink) and he was a week and a half in and wanted to know if I would do it with him, he said we could hold each other accountable.  I agreed and we talked about the shows I would be filming in New York to close his USA tour out and then we talked about a special project I had coming up for my own.

Throughout the month, we exchanged text messages checking in on eachother.  I texted him…see picture below.

I made it through an entire month made up of multiple shows with endless alcohol with some of my best friends, a wedding with my lake friends, and shots offered from random people that wanted to just party with me.  

In the end, I learned a lot about myself.  I learned that I am capable of making a change in my life.  I learned that I have two amazing friends that care about me.   I learned that I needed to make a change for my artist side.  There are plenty of other things I can list but its 1am and I want to edit my dream project that Ive been teasing people about but can’t say what it is…HA !!!  

What I will say is I’m grateful for my friends Yasmine for planting this idea in my head and for Justin for making me tag along on his month long challenge.

Here is a picture of Yasmine and I cheers’ing to a beer after a long month of no alcohol…she just finished 3 months no alcohol.  Justin made it a month as well.  So I’m trying to conclude this blog post with an ending, I guess what I’m saying is even i struggle at times but its important to keep strong people around you and believe in yourself.  This past month has taught me a lot and has made me a better person and has showed me I can do anything I set me mind too.  


8.10.2016  12:56am

*inhales* i know a lot of people in response to the debate about poland’s birthday often say “but it days July 22 in the published books!”; i get that, and i get why you’d stand by the Official Date that hima picked at one point for whatever reason but i’d just like to point out that the Polish translation of aph has switched po’s birthday to November 11. July 22 views the formation of something called the Polish Committee of National Liberation, where it was like… poland was “”“free”“” but it was more like… free with a huge asterisk. ;;;

November 11 is presently celebrated in poland as their national day, comemmorating the restoration of poland’s soverignty after 123 years of partition. no asterisk on that one. so i mean– July 22 isn’t really a date that insinuates “he’s free!” or “congratulations on the thing!”; it was a turning point, but not.. a good one. knowing feliks i have a feeling he’d much rather be sent good wishes on the day that poland wiggled free from communism and told their partitioners to fuck off. but i mean. ;; that’s just my humble onion.

and also: here’s a snippet from wikipedia, pertaining the matter.

“After the war, the communist authorities of the People’s Republic removed Independence Day from the calendar, though reclamation of independence continued to be celebrated informally on 11 November. The holiday was officially replaced by the National Day of Poland’s Revival as Poland’s National Day, celebrated on the 22 July anniversary of the communist PKWN Manifesto under Josef Stalin. As Poland emerged from Soviet-influenced communism in 1989, the original holiday—on its original 11 November date—was restored.”

poland has had a unique history of overcoming immense hardship with unwavering determination and drive; they’re a strong, proud nation that refused to take what they got sitting down. the least we can do is respect them (and feliks) enough to properly and respectfully acknowledge the independence day that they all have fought so hard for.

TL;DR: feliks’s birthday is november 11.

anonymous asked:

a fic about anything Connor and Oliver did over the summer?

Sorry it took so long!

“Did they start yet?” Oliver asked, panting after running up the stairs, a bowl of popcorn in hand.

Connor turned his attention away from the sky towards the out of breath man, “No not yet, in about ten minutes I think.”

“Good, I don’t want to miss a thing,” Oliver replied, putting the bowl on the ground running to grab a chair.

“What are you doing?” Connor asked with a raised brow.

“Looking for that extra lawn chair we have.”

“No need, you can sit here,” Connor quipped, gesturing to his lap with a smirk.

Oliver rolled his eyes and sauntered over to him, carefully crawling over Connor’s body and resting there, his head on Connor’s chest, and legs intertwining. Oliver hummed when one of Connor’s hands began to run fingers through his hair.

The two men were on the roof of their building, the sounds of Philadelphia providing the background noise. The night air was warm and a little humid, but not unbearably so. It was a special night, however for it was the fourth of July; they hosted a little get together with the other members of the Keating 5 team, silently thankful when the everyone went home, giving them time alone—finally. So here they were, lounging on the roof, waiting for the fireworks to start.

“Will we be able to see them from here?” Oliver asked, looking ahead.

“Hopefully, but we can always watch them on TV inside,” Connor shrugged.

“Blasphemy, you have to see fireworks in person. It’s, like, the law.”

Connor snorted, “Yeah and we know how much you like to follow the law,” he said, looking down at the other man, trying to suppress his laughter at the glare he received.

“Ha. Ha,” Oliver replied dryly.

They were silent for a moment, letting the sounds of cars and chatter below fill the void. Connor let his eyes flutter closed at the comforting weight above him, grounding him. This summer has been one of the best Connor has had in a while; relaxing, fun, spending most of it with Oliver, and there was still a month and some change left. But, even with the enjoyment, he can’t allow himself to get too calm. He will always be looking over his shoulder, wondering when the truth will come out, and from who.

“Connor?” Oliver asked softly, snapping him out of his thoughts.


“I asked if your family does anything for the fourth of July?”

Connor huffed out a laugh, “Walsh’s go all out for every holiday. On the fourth we would all go up to my uncle’s lake house for a big barbeque. We would play games and cook and catch up since we haven’t seen each other since Christmas.”

Oliver hummed, “that sounds nice.”

“It would always get super crowded, about half of us would end up sleeping on the floor.”

“Still sounds nice, though.”

“Maybe we’ll go next year, they’d love to see you again.”

“I just got over meeting your seven thousand relatives at Christmas,” Oliver joked.

“Hey, first, my family only has seventy members in it; and second they would probably be more chill this time around.”

“I do miss your mom and sister,” Oliver said.

“They miss you, too.”

Just then, a loud boom filled the air, as an arrow shot up in the sky in the distance. With another boom, the sky erupted in a shower of bright blues and reds, followed by another firework, shooting green into the clouds.

“Ah! It’s starting!” Oliver cried as he scrambled off Connor’s body and ran over to the edge of the roof to get a better look. Connor rolled off the lawn chair and followed Oliver to the edge, his gaze turning upward once more. The dark night turned into a rainbow of colors and shapes, looking like falling stars, the loud crashing not bothering either of the men. Connor’s heart warmed when he heard Oliver’s laughter, and it fluttered when he saw the look of pure, utter joy on his face. His smile was wide and his eyes were as bright as the fireworks themselves. Connor smirked when he saw the way Oliver leaned in more, as if he was trying to take in as much of the fireworks as possible.

At that moment, Oliver was more beautiful than any of the lights in the sky.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” Oliver asked, turning to Connor, smile faltering when he saw him looking at Oliver.

“Yeah, you are,” Connor murmured.

Oliver chuckled and grabbed Connor’s hand, bringing it to his lips for a brief second.

“You are, too,” he replied before wrapping an arm around Connor’s shoulder and pulling them close, turning his view back to the fireworks.

Connor did the same, and rested his head on Oliver’s shoulder, glancing at the other man every now and then for the remainder of the show.

For he knew that the real beauty and magic was right there, standing next to him.

Christmas Traditions

A/N: Written for @avasmommy224‘s Christmas Prompts and Gif Challenge. I have also combined this with @iwantthedean‘s YouAU Challenge.  This story is mostly true, with the exception of the Dean part of it!  I wish you all a very Happy Holiday Season! 

Word Count: 2037

Warnings: Christmas with an Italian family (yea, its real), drinking, smoking, SUPER FLUFF

This was the GIF assigned to me by @avasmommy224 for her part of the challenge.

Christmas Eve was my favorite day of the year. I loved spending time with my huge crazy family. But especially I relished the time I could spend with my Grampa. He is amazing and I Ioved just sitting with him at his kitchen table, listening to his hours of fascinating stories he had to tell us. We would always have whiskey and cigarettes. It was tradition. There was never a shortage of alcohol at Grampa’s house.

The other things I loved about that night was the food, the tree, well, everything. This year was going to be different though. This was the first year I would be bringing someone with me. My wonderfully amazing boyfriend, Dean. Dean and I had been together for almost a year and sure, he had met my family before at the annual Fourth of July pool party, also known as Grampa’s Birthday. But this was different. This was Christmas Eve. This a ton of people jammed in a house with a poor floor plan and almost nowhere to sit. This was Christmas with my large, crazy, Italian family and it was the best night of the year.

Being the prompt person that I was, I was always early. Dean and I arrived at seven o’clock sharp. I loved being the first one there, with the exception of my father who was perpetually early for everything. He would tell me the festivities start at six, so I knew it was seven. He did this for my brother and his wife, who would still arrive late.

We took off our shoes, hanging our coats in the closet. Dean let out a low whistle. “Wow! That is some tree.” He exclaimed, taking in the white tree standing tall against the windows, on a full skirt of red carpet. Yes, my Grampa’s house had red carpet. This time of year though, it pulled it all together quite nicely. 

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“Yeah, it is. It is the same very year. My grandmother always loved the flocked tree and had one every year. After she passed, Grampa just kept on with the tradition. That is what Christmas is all about, Dean; traditions and family.” I placed a tender, but passionate kiss to his full lips before walking to the back of the house.  Dean stopping every few steps to look at another photo on the wall. 

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for anon

at first glance, one would think that a brilliant clash of red and green whirlwind was zipping about the room. or, at least, that’s the impression yoongi gets as he watches jimin run about their little apartment, dressed in the most ridiculous holiday sweater, checking and double checking that everything is just perfect for the christmas party they’d been planning since july.

the christmas party jimin had been stressing over since july.

“baby, you need to relax,” yoongi cringes as jimin climbs on top of a tottering chair, stretching up on tiptoes to pin the end of a sparkling spool of white tinsel to the ceiling.

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Just Right (A Joshifer One Shot for SDCC)

A/N: Hey, y’all. Clearly I am still trash for these dorks. I could write endless tales about things that Comic Con unearthed, but I missed writing platonic and yet crazy flirty Joshifer, so here we are. I hope you enjoy it. (Oh, and this is like insanely unedited, so please excuse my mistakes. There are probably lots)

Contains some brief adult content and mentions of infidelity. 

Berlin, June 2014

It had been a long day. Filming was bright and early and finished up late, not to mention the after party that had stretched on into the single-digit hours of the morning. I was drained, so was everyone. Especially Josh.

That was the reason we gave ourselves for wanting to spend the night together. His rental was closer to the set than mine, so it was a shorter walk, and he jokingly said he was worried about me now that it was the last day. The fact that tears had leaked out of my eyes when I tried to tell him I was fine didn’t help deter him.

I forgot whose idea it was to sleep in the same bed. His, probably.

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