help me find them!

  • <p> <b>Peter, sending Tony an email:</b> Mr. Stark, I wanted to extend to you the biggest thanks for the new upgrades you took the time to craft for my suit. They are proving to be extremely helpful, and I feel honored that you find me responsible enough to utilize them. I hope that I can continue to prove to you how very much I want to help people and bring some good and kindness back into the world. I promise that I won't let you down. Sincerely, Peter Parker.<p/><b>Tony:</b> lol np kid ✌ -sent from my StarkPhone<p/></p>
Meet the JSE community official prompt list!

Hey there friends! Earlier this week I made a little post brain dumping for a little activity the community can do!

As someone who has gone on to really talk to and connect with people on tumblr through meeting them within the community, it’s made me realise that people are SO much more than their avatars and screen names, and I really want to get to know you guys!!

So I’d like to start a meme similar to “Meet the Artist”, where I list a bunch of questions you have to answer, with some space for creativity in there if you want to illustrate it or make your list stylised and have that #aesthetic.

This will be open for as long as you guys want to do them, but at the end of the weekend, I’ll post a little collage of everyone’s submissions!!

To help me find them, please tag it #meetjsecommunity, @ me and spam my inbox because I am the WORST at finding these things. Also, if you could reblog this post to share it around so other people can find it and join in, that would be awesome!!!

So, here we have the official list! Please keep in mind, these are prompts, and you all have creative freedom to not answer these questions, or add your own!! Some of these questions have a focus on Jack, but I really want to focus on YOU guys and who YOU are so the majority are personal :)

1. Name, Age, Country? (I always like seeing country Cus it’s incredible how widespread the community is sometimes)
2. Appearance? (For all you artists you can draw some pictures of yourselves!!)
3. Hobbies?
4. What is your dream job?
5. What kind of shit would we find in your bag?
6. How would you describe your personality?
7. When did you find Jack’s channel?
8. Put in order your top 3 favourite Egos!
9. Favourite/ most nostalgic video/series of Jack’s to watch? (Multiple answers are fine, I know I’ll find it hard to answer)
10. Would you describe yourself as an active member or a quiet member of the community?
If you’re an active member, what is your favourite part of what you do? Do you write fanfiction? Fanart? Theories? Or do you just enjoy chatting with others?

Feel free to skip or add your own questions!! I’ve tried to make it so that these questions are easy to draw accompanying illustrations because I know how much you guys love to draw!!

Have fun guys! I can’t wait to get to know you all a bit better!

MBTI Types as Pick-Up Lines
  • INFJ: Can I follow you? Because my mom told me to follow my dreams.
  • ISFJ: When I’m older, I’ll look back at all of my crowning memories, and I’ll think of the day my children were born, the day I got married, and the day that I met you
  • ENFJ: I write your name in the sky but the clouds blow it away. I write your name in the sand but the waves wash it away. I write your name in my heart and forever it will stay.
  • ESFJ: Since we’ve been told to reduce waste these days, what you say we use these condoms in my pocket before they expire.
  • INTP: Dang girl, are you an appendix because I don't understand how you work but this feeling in my stomach makes me want to take you out.
  • ISTP: Hey boy, are you sleep? Cause I don't get nearly enough of you and it's ruining my social, emotional, and over all mental health.
  • ENTP: I was recently diagnosed with a rare disease called cryoaudiovascularia. It prohibits proper blood flow to the ears, causing them to slowly freeze and fall off, slowly spreading to the inner ear and finally to the brain. There is no known cure, except one. My ears need to be constantly warmed, and the only known material soft enough is the inner thighs of a pretty girl. So I need you to sit on my face for medical reasons.
  • ESTP: I bet I can kiss you on the lips without touching you. *kiss* Oh what a shame, it seems like I lost the bet.
  • INTJ: You look familiar, didn’t we take a class together? I could’ve sworn we had chemistry.
  • ISTJ: Most people like to watch the Superbowl cuz it only happens once a year, but I'd rather talk to you cause the chance of meeting someone like you only happens once in a lifetime.
  • ENTJ: I'm an army recruiter, and I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place and "be all you can be."
  • ESTJ: You know how I got these guns? *points to biceps* Lifting children out of poverty.
  • INFP: I blog about you sometimes.
  • ISFP: Of all your beautiful curves, your smile is by far my favorite.
  • ENFP: Fascinating. I’ve been looking at your eyes all night long, ’cause I’ve never seen such dark eyes with so much light in them.
  • ESFP: Hi, will you help me find my lost puppy? I think he went into this cheap motel room across the street.

Getting up early is sometimes a struggle even for the best of us. I’m usually a huge night owl and I’m doing my best to try to turn that around; I’ve been finding it more important than ever for me to wake up in time to prep for nonstop 12 hour days. These are a few of the tricks I’ve used to really help me start getting up early and on time. I hope you find them useful!

Find an alarm 

The first thing that you will see and listen to when you wake up is your alarm! Find one that works for you. If a blaring, annoying alarm will jolt you out of bed, use that one; if all it will do it put you in an incredibly sour mood, don’t. Most apps offer quieter alarm options that will gradually get louder. 

For me personally, the only app that works for me is called Alarmy. It works because it forces me to do something in order to stop the alarm. 

Change up your alarm tone

This is the one thing that has really changed my sleeping habits. I didn’t like changing my alarm tone because I didn’t want more than one tone to be “ruined for me” but I realized that after about a month of hearing the same tone over and over, I recognized the tone immediately when it went off and the sense of urgency was lost. I would simply turn it off and go back to sleep. 

By changing my tone. I woke up with a question in mind (”what’s that sound”) that I needed to recognize (mental exertion) and address (physical movement). 


The human body naturally stops producing melatonin when it’s exposed to light; that’s why people tell you to start turning off devices about an hour before going to bed. The first thing I do –after turning off my alarm– is open my blinds to let some natural light in. It makes the entire process less forced since my body actually starts waking up with me and I feel less of an urge to get into bed. 

If you wake up before the sun does, turn on your room lights as soon as you can. Darkness, while comfy in your drowsy state, won’t help you get up early. 

Drink a glass of water

Your body is usually extremely dehydrated when you wake up from a long night in bed. You want to drink some water as soon as you can after you get up. Not only is the temperature change refreshing, it revs up your metabolism to prepare you for the day. 

Hold yourself accountable 

You are probably reading this because there is an important reason why you want to get up early. Keep that reason in your mind. Rather than using it as a threat however, think positively about how it will feel when you accomplish the task at hand. Make it easy for yourself by setting up what you need to the night before. 

Ask others to hold you accountable

If you live with a roommate who gets up earlier than you, ask them to knock on your door or make sure you get on your feet. Human interaction first thing in the morning is a really great way to get your brain and body moving because it requires thought and action. If you live alone, ask someone to call you at a certain time. Make sure you actually get up instead of just hanging up and dozing back off though!

Give yourself a task to complete as soon as you wake up

The reason why I use Alarmy as my alarm is because it literally will not stop ringing until I complete the task it has set for me. Right now, my task is to take a picture of my shower curtain. I do this to actually put myself in the bathroom to make showering in the morning easy. Other things Alarmy has includes math problems (mental exertion), shaking your phone a number of times (physical movement), and scanning barcodes (something like your toothpaste barcode). 

Aside from Alarmy, brewing coffee, walking your pet, or doing your laundry might be good morning tasks to complete as soon as you’re up. 

Best of luck in your endeavors! Happy studying!

ultimate-drama-queen  asked:

Hi. I love your blog and all the little headcannons (canon?) you do. I also noticed you're amazing for writing little stories for people who are having a tough time. Would it be too much to ask if I could have one? I'm suffering from a bout of depression/insomnia and I'm running on about 4 hours sleep in about 3 days. What do you think of Derek or Stiles getting insomnia from all the stuff they've seen and the other just cuddling them through it? Trying to stay awake so they're not alone?

Hey, sweetheart. The depression/insomnia combo is horrible. I don’t know if it will work for you but earlier this year I stumbled upon ASMR videos. I know some people find them weird but they really helped me when it came to getting to sleep. In the mean time, I hope this little fic does something to help. 

Stiles thought being able to sleep after the Nogitsune had been the universe’s way of balancing out the good and bad in his life: get possessed by a psychotic Japanese fox but sleep like a baby every night after. As it turned out, being able to sleep after a spirit uses your body to murder a bunch of people came down to the fact Stiles hadn’t had a break since finding Laura Hale’s body that night in the woods.   

He believed joining the academy would be a fresh start, and in many ways it was. He just didn’t count on the fact that now he didn’t have pure evil trying to kill him at every waking moment that his brain would finally find time to process it. Stiles had always been a fan of ignoring his problems until they eventually, just, go away; watching his friends die, looking down at his own body and knowing it wasn’t really his but the cardboard cutout left behind by the Nogitsune, the memory of watching Derek almost -

He assumed - stupidly - that he had been successful in that particular endeavour. As long as he had his pillow, he was fine. You’re going to be fine. That was what the faceless people of the internet said. Stiles didn’t think “fine” was ever going to be an option for him but he guessed hope was a nice sentiment. 

“Insomnia,” Scott said, repeating the word back to him. Stiles could practically hear the concern, loud and clear, ringing through the phone. It instantly made him feel worse. Heaving a sigh, he scrubbed a tired hand down his face. Maybe he shouldn’t have called.  

“Yes, insomnia.”

Scott was quiet for several seconds.  “Do you have your pillow?” he asked. 

“Yes,” Stiles answered. He was currently clutching it to his chest, sprawled out on his bedroom floor. It was 3am, the floor was hard, and if he didn’t get some sleep soon he was going to start crying; the kind of crying he hadn’t done since he was a kid and his mom took ill. 

“What about drugs?” Scott suggested. “I could ask my mom-”

“No drugs, Scott.”


I said no drugs, Scott.” 

The line went quiet again and Stiles felt his eyes begin to sting. This was a mistake.

“Sorry, man, I have to go.” 

He hung up before Scott could respond, deciding he could feel guilty about it later.


At the academy, he was on auto-pilot. Luckily, Stiles had come up with some of his best plans during the last four years on little-to-no sleep, so it wasn’t overly obvious to his fellow agents-in-training that he needed several cups on coffee just to get through the day.

It was obvious to someone though. Someone who clearly thought it was their sworn duty to haul Stiles over their shoulder in the middle of his third run to the coffee shop that day and deposit him in the back of their car. 

Stiles wanted to protest - he should protest, call for help, maybe? - but he had had his eyes closed when the stranger grabbed him, had been drooling on a statue, leaning against it for moral support, as he had waited for his order.

Plus, the stranger’s arms felt nice. 

In the back of his mind, Stiles couldn’t decide if thinking a stranger’s arms felt nice during a potential kidnapping - fuck, please don’t let it be a supernatural kidnapping - was because of his sleep deprived state or if that was just the way he was wired now. 

It was only when a door opened and a familiar pair of eyebrows slid into the driver’s seat did Stiles begin to laugh. Hysterically. 

“Of course,” he said, shaking his head and pressing his lips against the cool leather interior. Familiar hands strapped him into the his seat. “Of course it’s you, big guy.”

Derek just gave a slight huff and muttered something Stiles couldn’t hear, but it sounded an awful lot like, yeah, I missed you, too. 

Stiles laughed again. It was crazy, what your mind came up with when it wasn’t functioning properly. 

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yecoolcharlie  asked:

Hi Mimi! I absolutely LOVE your blog and YOU! You are so sweet and kind and never fail to help any of us armys when we need something :) I was wondering if you could help me with 2015 seasons greetings? I can’t seem to find them anywhere. Keep up that great work and know that you are very loved❤️❤️❤️


Thank you so much dear and I love you more ARMY ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️


Sweet Pea x Reader

A/N: I’m heading into exams so I’m not sure how many fics will be posted over the next week if any. I’ll do my best my loves.


You lay tangled with Sweet Pea in his trailer, Friday night buzzing around outside. The both of you cocooned away from it all. Your phone alarm buzzed, Sweet Pea sighing loudly.

“I gotta go, family will be wondering where I am”

“And when are you going to tell them where you actually are”

“Hmmm when you clean this trailer” you winked, grabbing your coat from the disgruntled kitchen, Sweet Pea following you closely, rolling his eyes.

“I want to meet your family ynn, it’s only right. We’ve been going out almost a year. I feel like you’re ashamed of me or something” he looked to the ground and you took his face in your hands. He held them there, loving the feel of your delicate touch.

“Of course I’m not! You’ve met my friends and they’re miles more important to me than my family”

“Still though…”

“They’re just really classist and terrible people. I know my parents would have loved you of that’s any consolation”. Your parents had died when you were 13 then you were shipped off from your home, to Riverdale, to live with your aunt and uncle. Imagine Cheryl Blossoms parents but miles worse and miles wealthier. They could buy the Blossoms 10 times over. While your own parents were wealthy, they didn’t half flaunt it as much and wanted to raise you as a hard working, fair woman not a social snob with and ego to match like your cousin of the same age.

“I still want to meet them”

“And have them forbid me from seeing you?! After all Northsiders aren’t supposed to really be friends with Southsiders” You pulled from him suddenly

“Well that would be kinda hot not going to lie” he caught your hips and buried his face in your neck as you giggled. You pulled his head to meet your lips briefly before flying for the door before he could stop you again.

“Bye Sweets, love you"

“Yeah yeah whatever” he turned to face away from you. This conversation always ended the same, with you avoiding a straight answer.

Sweet Pea POV

To say I was nervous was putting it lightly. I was shaking in my boots. Jughead and Toni helped me find a suit. I had to bribe them both into keeping what I was doing quiet. Especially from Fangs, if he knew I was dressed in a suit for yn hed call me whipped and never let it go.

I arrived at the address and wow it was fancy, too fancy for me. Ynn was right, this was a bad idea.

“Sweets!” I heard her beautiful voice as I was about to turn around and bolt out the door. Wow. She looked amazing.

“What do you think?” She gave a little twirl in her almost ball gown. I couldn’t actually speak, my mouth was dry.

“I’ll take that as a good sign” she laughed, taking my hand in hers she pulled me deeper into this world she didn’t seem to fit into. Or at least the ynn I know didn’t fit in. It was prissy and snobby and perfect in a way that was unsettling and false. Not like my ynn at all and yet she seemed to be like a chameleon in this world. I’m really going to try for her. As I thought this I ran smack bang into a waiter sending his tray to the floor. I was instant apologies and attempted to assist him, to which he looked at me like I had three heads.

“I know it’s awful but we just have to walk away” she whispered, dragging me off. It was awful. Even I thought it was a terrible thing to do and I’ve done some shocking things.

She pulled me to the side of the room out of sight briefly, pulling me into a kiss.

“ready sweets?”

“As much as one can be”

“Where’s your tattoo?” I looked to the floor.

“I covered it, Toni did it, I thought it might be better”

“I hate it”

“Me too” I laughed, meeting her eyes again. I’m glad she agrees.

“I don’t like your hair all combed like that either”

“Wow you’re working wonders for my confidence and I was going to say you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen but I’ll just have to say something mean instead…you’re only the second most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen…that doesn’t even sound slightly believable” I smirked and she blushed.

“No I just mean I like the way you’re normally dressed”

“I like when you’re not dressed at all” she shoved me laughing.

“I’d nearly prefer that then this stupid dress”

“I think you look gorgeous” smile to match.

“I think you look uncomfortable”

“Yn, I promise everything will be fine”

Then I met the krakens that were her aunt and uncle. Terrible people as promised. Snooty, snobbish socialites who made their money off YNs parents and wouldn’t know hard work if it hit them. I wanted to hit them.

“And what do your parents do?” even though I was I was much taller than her aunt, she still managed to look down her nose at me. Yn squeezed my hand, so far I had fended off every rude question and snide remark, I wasn’t doing terribly. I had told them SP stood for Steven Paul, thought my actual name would raise less questions but I could tell it made ynn sad I had to lie. Yn tried not to laugh at my ridiculous alias.

“Pharmacists” that’s not a total lie. Ynn had to look away from me to stop herself from laughing. I didn’t have a great relationship with my parents, if one at all but it wasn’t a sore topic for me, I was simply used to them being crappy.

“Oh what part of pharmacy?” Her uncle finally pried his eyes off the young waitress serving us to listen to me.

“Emm, Mom’s in production and dad…dad works in dispensing” I bit the inside of my cheek to stop a laugh from rising. Yn couldn’t and let a small one slip.

“What’s so funny YN YLN?” Her aunt bit. I didn’t like the way they used her Dad’s last name like a curse. I can tell she felt the same. My turn to squeeze her hand under the table for reassurance.

“Nothing” she looked back to her plate of untouched food. She seemed immensely uncomfortable around them, I felt more at home than she did and that says a lot.

“Yn, sit up straight for Christ sake, SP wouldn’t want to be seen with someone the posture of a troglodyte!” Her uncle alongside me snapped.  Yn adjusted.

The same waitress her uncle had been fawning over moved to serve water. Her Uncle slipped his hand around her leg causing her to jump and dump the jug of water all over me and the table.

“Argh!” I stood to me feet instantly at the cold, yn grabbing napkins and coming to my aid.

“Oh yn you giant cluts!” Her aunt shouted.

“But I-”

“Go get some proper towels you useless little girl!” Ugh they make my blood boil.

“No no, the napkins are fine, thanks YN" I removed my drenched suit jacket and began dabbing my face and neck with the napkin. Her uncle had us swiftly moved to another table. I continued to dry myself off as we sat back down.

“Yn you really must be more careful” her uncle repremained her and it was killing me. I can see now more than ever why she wanted to keep this world from me.

“SP, what’s that on your neck?” Her aunt began squinting and I covered over my tattoo again with tissue. I must have wiped the makeup off. Shit shit shit.

“It’s his Serpent tattoo” the whole table, including myself looked confused and shocked at yns suddenly brave voice.

“His what?” I could feel my neck reddening.

“Serpent tattoo, you get one when you join the Serpents, like Sweet Pea here. Yup, his name is Sweet Pea not Steven Paul or whatever witness protection program sounding name he said.” She tilted her head challengingly in their direction. Wow I’m turned on by this.

“I don’t understand” her uncle could just manage.

“I’m dating a Serpent, simple as. I have been for the past year, I’ve even been to the Whyte Wyrm”

“You shut your mouth young lady before someone hears you!”

“I hope they do! I’m sick of you people! I love Sweet Pea, gangs and gun violence and all! When I’m 18 I’m taking back everything my parents gave you awful awful people because you sure as hell don’t deserve it!” She then stormed off in the direction of the car parks

“Ahem well, lovely meeting you….No actually not really, you don’t deserve to have yn in your lives and by the way, I scratched the side of your car with my bike” I followed her quickly then, leaving them stunned and confused.

I ran out to see yn leaning against my bike I had parked around the corner to avoid being seen.

“You look hot”

“I’m sorry I blew your cover, I’m just really over being their puppet”

“That’s okay, I was going to say something eventually” I pulled her into my chest, shielding her from the cold and a world she didn’t belong to.

“Do you think I could live you for awhile Sweets? Just till I’m 18, then my inheritance will be unfrozen”

“Oh, a girl with money, hot” she bumped me with her hip before clawing herself back into my chest.

“I’d love if you’d live with me” she smiled before running her hand through my hair to return it to its normal messy texture.

“Much better, I can actually kiss you now without thinking is this boy going to try to sell me stocks after” I grinned into the kiss we shared. I love my Northsider girlfriend.


Much love Xx

Now Including Crankegos!!

hey yall!! as of today, mod bri is going to start doing quotes for the crankegos, aka ethan/crankgameplays’ egos!!

i want to give a shout out to those who have helped me find some of them through videos and links – especially palpalbuddypal who helped with links!!

so feel free to send any and all quotes for these egos!!

here’s the list and rundown/headcanons of what i think they’re like :D

Blank – an ego with midnight blue hair, eyes black as ink, voice distorted and android like, and skin as cold as the winter night. his blue veins are visible all over his body, resembling wires. he is emotionless and cruel. looking into the eyes of a dying man and spitting in his face. looking into the eyes of a terrified woman and shoving her head hard into the ground below his shoes. he feels for no one. he cares for no one. he doesn’t love nor hate. all he wants is for the man responsible for bringing him into this existence dead and gone. at any cost. hoping it’ll make him finally feel something. this goal and dedication alone is why he is the leader of the group.

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Challenge McGee – a loud ego who’s already in the youtube scene, very much like bing and chase brody. he keeps up on the latest trends and memes, never without his phone so he can talk to his fans on twitter and snapchat. he goes to extreme lengths for his challenge videos; from his illegal ‘STALKING MY YOUTUBE RIVAL FOR 12 DAYS CHALLENGE || NOT CLICKBAIT" to his “PIGGYBACKING STRANGERS IN PUBLIC CHALLENGE || COPS CALLED”. all he wants is to party and become the most subscribed youtube channel. don’t get him wrong though, while he’ll do anything for a challenge – he usually steps in as an older brother figure to the egos. straying them away from more dangerous stunts and decisions.

appears in –

Mrs. Thompson – a quiet and kind ego with pastel blue hair and dressed in cozy sweaters who spends her days sitting by the window and crocheting away. very much like dapper jack, she doesn’t really understand modern technology nor what exactly her fellow egos are doing. she just needs her rocking chair and her tea. often times she’ll make scarves or sweaters for the other egos and gift them with a smile. other times she’ll bake cookies or pies for them when they’re feeling upset. she helps in any way she can for her fellow egos, taking on a motherly figure. lending helpful advice and a listening ear when they need it. everyone has a soft spot for sweet little Mrs. Thompson – just use she/her pronouns for her and don’t ask about reading her personal diary.

appears in –

Mad Mike – a happy go lucky ego with sinister intents. he dresses in an ice cream shop uniform and owns the city’s most popular ice cream shop and cafe downtown. he wears a smile on his face and showers you in compliments/flirty comments. nobody except the ‘real’ customers of the shop/cafe knows what goes on. mike is running and hauling drugs through the ice cream, selling everything from simple weed to black tar heroin. he’s a bit too happy at times. making himself look like a pushover. but get him mad? well, some say he’ll use you in his hauling business. by you, i mean your body – cutting you open to hide his drugs and sending you out with his henchmen under the guise of you 'falling asleep.’ to the egos, he’s more feared than blank – but he brings them the money they need to try and ruin ethan’s image and take over his channel.

appears in –

Father Ethan – a young ego who somehow became a pope. youthful yet wise, he spends his time coming up with less violent and less humiliating ways for the egos to ruin ethan’s image and take control. from paying hackers to ruin his social media and ties with his friends to praying for ethan’s channel to be terminated altogether. he’s incredibly knowledgeable in many fields – from medical science, history, and of course religion. he’s a bit behind on slang and incredibly innocent to things such a dirty jokes or dark humor. he’s more of a father figure to them, the egos respecting him and obeying him. second head of the egos, blank keeping him close. there’s no way a man of god can betray him…right?

appears in –

The Postman – a skillful and downright lucky ego. nothing bad ever happens to him, and he just so happens to be around when someone needs help. from stopping cars from hitting pedestrians by holding the car back to leaping over buildings and obstacles to stop a thief from running away with his package, he’s basically a superhero. lucky as they come; never being hurt or killed during his adventures. he’s eager to take over ethan’s channel, it’d be a much better job than hauling packages on his poor ache-y back all day. he’s childish and carefree however, always taking time to tell an awful pun or joke.

appears in –

In good hands

A fic about Simon learning the truth for the Carry On Countdown


The Veil has closed.

           But there’s so much unsaid.

           And I’ve found a crack.


At first I think the voice is just in my dream, but then I start to wake up and it’s still there.


           I spell the lights on to see Baz sitting up in bed, staring at me with wide eyes.

           “What, Baz?” I groan, “I’m trying to sleep.”

           “That wasn’t me.”


           Neither Baz nor I say a word, but the lights flicker off again on their own.  The voice seems to be coming from everywhere.  It’s soft, almost a whisper, and now that I can hear it better it sounds feminine.

           “What’s going on?” Baz asks.

           The woman appears between our beds.

           Baz jumps back with a shout and normally I would have my sword ready by now but this time I know not to.

           “Simon,” she says to me, like she’s pleading.

           She’s short, and there’s a pale glow coming off of her but I think her hair is blonde.  Her eyes are big and blue.  

           “I thought the Veil had closed,” I say warily.

           “I had to reach you.”

           “Who are you?”

           She stretches a hand out to me, and maybe I was drawing nearer without realizing it, but I can almost feel it when she palms my cheek.  “It’s me.”

           “I don’t know you.”

           “I haven’t much time.”

           “Then tell me.”

           She looks like she might start crying.  “You are not the Chosen One.”

           For a second, the globe stops turning.

           “Davy chose you,” she says, her voice tearful. “He chose me.  He said we were stars.”

           “Wait,” I try to stop her, “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

           “He said we could change everything.”

           “Who are you?

           She takes my hand in hers and I can just barely feel it.  “I wish I’d been here, Simon.”  She smiles through tears.  “My rosebud boy.”

           Baz’s intake of breath is quiet, but she spins around to face him.

           “It was you,” he says to her, “not my mother.”

           “No,” I tell him, “it was your mother.”

           “Don’t let him,” the woman says, but she’s talking to Baz now.  “Don’t let him hurt my boy.”

           His brow furrows.  “I know you.”

           She grabs his hand in both of hers, and he flinches back a little but holds her gaze.  “You can’t let him,” she begs.

           “I won’t.”

           “Who are you?” I ask one more time, my voice getting louder because she’s becoming translucent and I need to know.

           She returns to me and kneels beside my bed.  “My boy,” she whispers, pressing her forehead against mine, “my rosebud boy.”

           Something about her eyes, about her voice, strikes a chord in me, and I think I know her.


           She covers my eyes with her hand, and for a second I can smell her, and she smells like home.

           She’s gone when I open my eyes.


I’ve been back for hardly a week and everything is already sideways.

           Snow and Wellbelove have broken up. Wellbelove has made several passes at me.  I can barely sleep without being back in that coffin.  The Veil has opened and I’ve missed a Visiting from my mother.  Snow and I have formed a truce.

           And now the dead are finding ways through the Veil to talk to him, apparently.

           Snow looks… well, he looks like he’s seen a ghost, and I’m shaken enough that I probably do, too.

           I can’t get her face out of my mind.  I knew it as soon as I saw it, but I couldn’t figure out how at first.  Then she spoke to me, and I knew her eyes, her mouth, the way her brow drew in.

           Because they were him, and I know him like I know to breathe.

           Snow hasn’t moved since she disappeared, and I’m starting to wonder if he even can.


           There’s a sob, and he clamps a hand over his mouth like it wasn’t supposed to come out.

           I want to tell him it’s okay, that I won’t make fun of him this time, to just cry until he’s better, but I don’t know how to make any of these things not sound stupid.  It’s clearly not okay.

           And anyway, he seems to have given up on not crying, because he’s hidden his face in his pillow and I can see his shoulders shaking, even in the dark.

           We’re silent, apart from the occasional sob from his bed.


           “How did you know her?”

           He’s looking at me, and his eyes are wide.

           “There’s a photo in the Mage’s office,” I tell him, “of him, but younger, with some other students.  She was one of them.”  I don’t mention how chummy they look in the photo, or that I was only able to recognize her from how much she looked like Simon.

           “It was her, that night,” he says, “talking through the Veil.  She called me her rosebud boy.”



           “Don’t what?”

           “Don’t call me that.”

           I frown.  “I thought it was ‘Snow’ you hated.”

           “You only call me ‘Simon’ when you’re afraid I’m going to break or something, like I’m a spooked animal.”

           It’s a perfect opportunity to say something horrible (he’s already crying, I wouldn’t even have to try) but I can’t bring myself to hurt him right now.

           “What should I do then?”

           He’s quiet, like he’s thinking.  “Come here.”


           “You don’t have to try and comfort me or anything, just come over here.”

           I hesitate, but it’s like he’s drawing me in. He’s always drawing me in.

           I push the covers back, cross the room, and sit cross-legged on his bed, facing him.

           For a moment, neither of say anything.  His breathing seems to have steadied for now. He doesn’t look at me, which is good, because that way he can’t see how I’m looking at him.

           Then he scoots closer and places his forehead on my chest with a solid bump.

           I huff out a chuckle because he’s ridiculous (and extremely cute).

           “S’not funny.”

           “I know,” I say, sobering, “I’m not laughing.”

           “I need a living thing right now.”

           You’ve come to the wrong guy, I think to myself but I know what he means.  Someone who’s there, now, and isn’t going to vaporize at any moment.  I’m momentarily glad that I still have a heartbeat, because right now he’d notice if I didn’t.



           “I think it was my mother.”

           “I think you’re right.”

           “How do you know?”

           “She looked like you.”

           His shoulders start to shake again and his hands fly up to cover his face and that’s when I decide fuck it.

           I wrap an arm around his shoulders and he responds immediately like he’d been waiting for permission, clinging to my waist and sobbing into my shoulder.  My other hand comes up to smooth his hair and he’s practically in my lap now but I pull him closer anyways, and his grip on me is like a vice, tightening because he knows I’ll allow it.

           “Shh,” I tell him, “breathe.”

           He tries, but it’s like he can’t get a full breath.

           “Hey.”  I push him back but only far enough for him to meet my gaze.  “We’re gonna figure it out, okay?”  His curls fall into his face and I brush them back with my fingers.  “You help me find my mother’s killer, I’ll help you figure out what your mother meant.”

           “What if she’s right, Baz?”  His eyes are wide and wet.  “What if I’m not the Chosen One?”

           “Then your life just got a whole lot easier.”

           He chokes out a laugh, but it just turns into a sob and I pull him back to my chest.  His hair is tickling my neck and it’s all I can do not to press kisses to the top of his head but even though this is so different than anything we’ve ever done, I know we’re not there, so I rest my chin on his head and try to convince myself that it’s enough.

           I plan to get up as soon as he calms down enough to let me go, but even when his breathing slows his grip doesn’t loosen, and I think maybe he’s fallen asleep like that.  “Simon?”

           “I know,” he says into my shirt, “but don’t go.”

           Wonder of wonders.

           “Alright,” I murmur, “I won’t.”

           He’s starting to sag in my arms, like the weight of everything has finally turned into exhaustion.  I tip us carefully sideways so we’re lying down on his bed, and he seems to relax a little but he doesn’t let go, and I don’t think he plans to.  I reach down with one arm to pull the covers over us, and we’re wrapped around each other like I only ever thought we would be in my wildest dreams.  One of his legs hooks around one of mine, like he needs to bring every part of me as close as he can.

           I don’t know how we’re going to come back from this, but I know I don’t ever want to.

           At last, his grip loosens and his breathing deepens.  The rhythm of his chest against mine is steady and I can feel myself slipping away.

           Just before I fall asleep, I hear him.


           I only have the energy for one word: “Here.”

           Maybe that was all he wanted, because he doesn’t speak again.

           Maybe I’m delirious with everything that’s happening, but I’m feeling particularly brave.

           So I press one kiss to his forehead before slipping away entirely.


The Veil has closed.

           I won’t be back.

           But you seem to be in good hands.