When you think of abandoned/stray animals, animals being released on the end of dirt roads to fend for themselves, what do you imagine? $5 says you’re picturing a dog or cat. And that’s very likely the answer! However, there is a significant problem with people releasing small pets, exotics, livestock, and fish as well.
Pictured here is Samuel, a beardie we had surrendered a number of years ago. What made Samuel’s case unique is that he was found trucking down the middle of a rural road. The person who caught him thought he was a native lizard and brought him in to my workplace asking for advice on how to keep him as a pet because they’d never seen such a cool lizard before. Once reptile care was explained to them, they didn’t want him, but at least learned he shouldn’t be set back loose, so we took him in (and he has since been adopted).
I have similarly taken in released or escaped (thought we ALWAYS check lost/found when we take in a stray anything, and none of these had anyone looking) iguanas, non-native turtles and tortoises, rabbits, pigs, parakeets, chickens, and more. Heck, if I had the means, I’d have come home with an abandoned horse tied to a post on a rural road.
Releasing dogs and cats is bad enough. They’re domesticated species and often succumb to disease, predation, injury, starvation, etc., though in some cases do establish feral populations that are injurious to wildlife. Releasing exotics tends to have one of two outcomes: a swift death or, given appropriate climate conditions and multiple individuals, the establishment of invasive populations that threaten native wildlife. Florida is obviously the textbook example, but populations of non-native animals released intentionally or accidentally by individuals or industries are present in virtually every state and indeed most countries.
So what do you do if you can’t keep your fish, or rabbit, or iguana? Well, for one, never release it into the wild. Many people romanticize “the wild” as a wonderful taste of freedom after a life of captivity even if they acknowledge that the animal will likely not survive. In reality, “the wild” tends to be a terrifying experience for captive bred or domesticated animals, and their end often comes after tremendous suffering. Even if your animal is well suited for the environment it’s being released into, doing so is almost definitely illegal and potentially harmful to native wildlife.
Instead, try to seek either a) a qualified new home or b) a rescue organization. There are rescues for virtually every animal under the sun, and for every person who doesn’t want x species, there’s someone else desperate to own one. You should always vet both new homes and rescues to make sure you are surrendering the animal responsibly; a basic verbal interview or questionnaire should make clear if the home or rescue is qualified. And honestly, if you can’t find anything and need to surrender your pet to animal control? They still have a better shot, and if they do wind up being euthanized, it is certainly a favorable death to starvation, disease, predators, exposure, etc.
Remember: whenever you obtain an animal, you are entering an unspoken contract to be responsible for that animal’s wellbeing, from start to finish, be that finish with you or someone else. You break that contract when you leave an animal’s fate to chance by releasing it.
Hey guys, this is Part II. And this one hurts far less, and really doesn’t warrant any warnings, so click away if you’re interested! I’m still putting it under a Read More though, simply because it’s long and has a few spoilers.
“Two days. In two days, everything must be perfect and
I still don’t know what to do”, you sighed to yourself and snuck further
into your blanket, which was hanging loosely around your shivering body. Winter
was at its finest this time of the year and your house, being quite a big one,
was partly cold, even though the heater was on. The end of January was coming,
which meant cold, snow and of course warm clothes.
But above all that, the end of January meant the
beginning of February. And the beginning of February signaled Harry’s birthday.
You always wanted to make his birthday a memorable day but you always ended up organizing
something common and just too plain for your liking. Harry never minded that
your ideas were simple; he just loved the fact that you devoted some of your
time to think of him and show him you cared.
You , on the other hand, felt not so good about it. You
would always beat yourself up about it and be irritated that you couldn’t give
to him what he really deserved. Harry had made fun of you the first time you
were all pouty and grumpy over such a small thing but he just couldn’t
understand. He had managed to make your own birthday a day you would like to
live again and again, every single year that day came around. So, why couldn’t
you do the same for him?
That was the only thing you wanted to do. To make his
day be the reason he would like to press a repeat button and start it all over.
Having this in mind, this year, you had set a goal to create the best memories possible.
First, you had tried to decorate the roof of your apartment and have some of
your closest people come by, but the roof had been reconstructed lately and
instantly, this option was out of the picture. Next, you had tried to organize an
excursion to a beautiful place, just the two of you for a couple of days, but
your empty wallet said otherwise.
All these difficulties were keeping you back from doing
what you had envisioned to do and it was driving you mad. Under no circumstances
would you sit for a plain dinner night with some lit candles again. You wanted
and had to keep your eyes open for new ideas. Even your parents had tried to
help and lend you some money to make that excursion a reality, but your pride
stopped you and even though you were dying to take the money, they had already
“Why can’t I think of something spectacular for once?”,
you cried over the phone to your friend, who obviously, had nothing better to
do than listen to your complaints and whining.
“Maybe you are over-thinking this whole thing. Just let
it flow and see where it takes you”, your friend said and you got up. She was
right. You were trying too hard to make an idea pop into into your head that all
of your energy had vanished.
“I hope sleeping will help”, you said hanging up and
going to bed. After a lot of tossing and turning, you decided to call Harry. He
was in his own apartment, probably sleeping, but you needed to hear his voice. You
weren’t living under the same roof yet but it was in your future plans for sure.
“Love, are yeh okay? Why are yeh callin’ meh this
late?”, Harry’s groggy voce said and you felt a tad bad for waking him up.
“I am alright but I missed you and I decided to call
you. I won’t keep you up for long I promise”, you defended and you heard his
“I have no problem baby but yeh had meh worried there”,
he giggled and you smiled yourself.
“Sorry about that. How was your day today?”, you said
and you both ended up talking through the phone for the whole night. It was
completely natural for you. Talking with Harry was something else. You never
got bored and he never got tired of hearing your voice.
The next morning though was indeed boring because it found
you on your laptop, trying to contact your boss to inform him that you couldn’t
turn up to work tomorrow. He tried to make it clear that he needed you in your
post but he eventually gave in and gave you your day-off. Jumping from your
chair, you looked yourself in the mirror.
“Tomorrow’s the day and you got nothing. Think!”, you
shouted to your reflection like it would be scared and it would hand you the perfect
plan in a heartbeat. Of course, this didn’t happen and you got more frustrated.
Harry had suggested the night before, you go to his house and stay there for
tomorrow and the weekend so you thought this was a great opportunity to walk a
bit and let the cool wind clear your head.
Arriving to his house, you entered with your spare key
and called his name but no response was given. Going up to his your bedroom,
you placed your duffel bag in the closet and your gaze was stuck somewhere out
of the window. You didn’t want to surrender and face the bitter truth that
Harry’s day would once again be dull. He never told you that, but you knew it;
it was boring experiencing the same things over and over again.
You had already bought his present and everything but
this was not enough. Not in the slightest bit. Having nothing more to do you
cooked a meal for when Harry would come back and you turned on the TV. And just
then, he appeared in front of you in all his glory answering questions and
sharing his contagious smile which had many girls going crazy. This time
though, you didn’t feel like smiling. You felt like crying. Just like that, you
turned off the TV and headed upstairs to relax.
You read your favourite book, listened to some music and
even placed your clothes on the hangers but Harry was still nowhere to be
found. He should be home by now and you knew nothing about a meeting or so. You
picked up your phone and you were ready to dial his number when a notification
from Twitter flashed through your screen. Anne had twitted something. Opening
the application, you felt like fainting. She was wishing Harry Happy Birthday
“No no no no this is a joke. Tell me this is a joke”,
you said while checking the calendar on your phone. Your eyes bulged out of
their sockets when you saw the date. 1st of February. How was this
possible? It was still the 31 of January. It had to be. You couldn’t be that
mistaken. But then again your calendar couldn’t be wrong. You pressed your
phone against your ear waiting to hear Harry’s voice but that irritating sound had
taken Harry’s voice’s place telling you were on voicemail.
You tried to calm down while your mouth was still
hanging open. The only thing you wanted was to surprise Harry this year and
make him feel appreciated the way he deserves but instead you lost the track of
days and forgot his birthday! How ironic! After trying to get in touch with him
for the fifteenth time that night, you had to charge your phone so you plugged
it and waited. It was 1:45 and you were wide awake. You didn’t know what you
would tell Harry for this terrible mistake of yours but you needed to see him.
After two more agonizing hours, you heard the front
door open and close and all the air was knocked out of your system. All this time
you had persuaded yourself that you would face him but now that the time came
all you wanted to do was open a hole on the ground and hide in there forever. His
footsteps were heard outside of the room and when he pushed the door open you knew
you were unjustifiable. He was looking anywhere but you and his face were
radiating sadness and disappointment.
When the first word came out of your mouth, he took a
sharp breath and turned to look at you making you close your mouth again. It
was hard for you to explain yourself but you had to. You owed him that.
“Harry I- I don’t know how it happened I swear. You know
I would never do that to you”, you started but he just shook his head.
“I hope your reason is good enough”, was the only
thing that was aimed at you and you were ready to break down.
“All these days, I wanted to come up with something
extraordinary for your birthday. I didn’t want it to be like all the previous years.
But I lost track of time and the day came and I don’t know. I was so caught up
trying to please you that I did the exact opposite. I am so sorry Harry, I really
am”, you started to walk towards him but you stopped when he made a step back.
“Is that so? I hope this is the reason yeh were so distant
all these days and not somethin’ else. Or better yet, someone else”, Harry said
venomously and it was your turn to take a step back. Was Harry really hinting
that you were seeing someone else behind his back? This had your blood boiling
in a matter of seconds.
“Excuse you? I know I messed up and forgot about your
birthday but this gives you no right to accuse me of something so wrong! You know
me! I would never do such a thing to you! Are you kidding me?”, you said
clearly offended throwing your hands in the air.
“I don’t know Y/N! First, yeh are all closed up and
yeh only call meh one time in the day when yeh used to call meh at least three!
Next thin’ I know, I get no wishes from meh girlfriend! And I had to lie to
everyone that yeh couldn’t make it tonight!”, Harry screamed at you.
“This is what it’s all about, isn’t it? All you think
of is what other people will say and how you will be able to make up a story of
why I am missing! I never asked you to do it Harry! And I already apologized for
forgetting your birthday!”, you said and turned around not wanting Harry to see
“Your tears aren’t goin’ to save yeh this time Y/N!”,
Harry said and you had enough.
“You know what? I still don’t understand why you are
so worked up. I thought I showed you my real self but I guess I was wrong. You got
it all wrong Harry”, you said, looking disappointedly at him.
“So now this is meh fault? I really didn’t see that
comin’”, Harry said sarcastically laughing to himself while you were standing
there looking at him in disbelief. He was exaggerating and you had no clue why.
Yes, forgetting about his birthday was something serious but was it serious
enough for such an outrage?
“I want you to calm down Harry. I don’t know where
this is all coming from but let me tell you it is nonsense”, you tried to reach
out for him but decided against it and stayed put.
“You slippin’ through meh fingers is nonsense to you?
Glad to know Y/N!”, Harry shouted and you covered your ears. That was it. He
needed to calm down right now.
“No one is slipping through your fingers Harry! And if
you don’t want it to happen anytime soon, you have to calm down so once you do,
call me so we can discuss about it like the adults we are!”, you said furiously
and got out of the room, put your shoes on and slammed the door shut, leaving a
determined Harry behind, ready to walk out the house and come find you.
This took an unexpectedly angsty turn may I add. I feel like I haven’t written for years damn. How are you all? I hope you are doing great! I want to thank the people who dropped this request in my inbox and I truly hope you liked it! I surely liked writing it! (Yes, I am a sucker for angst, how did you know?) Don’t forget that my inbox is open and requests are too! Have a good day/night!
Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, “live” Ghost Town.
Disney built the “Treasure Island” resort in Baker’s Bay in the Bahamas. It didn’t START as a ghost town! Disney’s cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury.
This is a FACT. Look it up.
Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place… yes, thirty million dollars.
Then they abandoned it.
Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) and there was even blame cast on the workers, saying that since they were from the Bahamas, they were too lazy to work a regular schedule.
That’s where the factual nature of their story ends. It wasn’t because of sand, and it obviously wasn’t because “foreigners are lazy”. Both are convenient excuses.
No, I sincerely doubt those reasons were legitimate. Why don’t I buy the official story?
Two out-of-the-blue headcanons as to why Stan owns all these board games:
1. They’re actually Ford’s from forever ago, hence why the boxes look pretty beat up, and he and McGucket would play them all the time together when they weren’t working on the portal. (I looked it up and nearly all the games these are based off of existed back in the 70s/80s.)
2. When Stan found out that Dipper and Mabel were coming to stay for the summer he figured that he had to get something to keep them “preoccupied and out of his hair”, so he picked them up for like a buck each at some random family’s yard sale.
(Since Robbie (zombie Jack) is apparently an ego now, I made a little paragraph for him too. I’ve seen somewhere that his name is Robbie, so that’s the name I’m going with.)
This idea literally came into my head a few minutes ago. (I’m so fucking proud of this post omg! XD)
So basically, there were a bunch of scientists who wanted to see if they could extract a human conscience and split it into its individual parts. They had tried experiments multiple times but failed. Then, they found a way that they were sure would finally work, but they needed a test subject.
Enter Jack. Jack was kidnapped by the scientists and experimented on. His conscience was extracted and split into individual parts, his body was cloned and the main bulk of his conscience was implanted back into him. Jack survived the experience and the experiment was a success. And so, the egos were born.
They and Jack were kept in the lab and experimented on until they escaped. They now all live in one apartment, with Jack trying to continue his life, making it seemed like nothing happened and the egos hiding from the world so they wouldn’t be recaptured. Anti however, is the odd ball. Where the others just want to live their lives as normally as they can, Anti wants revenge. He wants the world to know what they have been through and he wants the scientists to burn for what they did. This is why he craves attention so much: he wants the world to know what happened to him and the other egos in hopes that the scientists will be found out.
Here’s a run down on each ego and the part of Jack’s conscience they represent:
- Chase Brody was born from Jack’s feelings of being a father-figure to his community. He also has a bit of Jack’s childish nature in him, as who else would spend hours throwing tea bags into cups or firing nerf guns?! He is very skilled with real firearms though, the exact opposite to Jack who is usually quite passive and clumsy. He was caught by the scientists multiple times talking about a woman called ‘Stacy’ and claiming to have kids, though there s no evidence to prove that either actually exist, as Chase is nothing more that a clone and had never had contact with humans other than the scientists (none of which were called Stacy) and other egos at that point. The scientists believed Chase’s belief of having a family was caused by an error that occurred during his creation process, though no one knows for sure.
- Dr. Schneeplestein was born from Jack’s desire to help and save people. He is also very caring and is very good with a scalpel. He fulfills his role as a doctor well, fixing anything from simple cuts and bruises to slit throats and gunshot wounds to the head (*cough*Chase*cough*). The scientists were confused as to how Schneeple is such a talented doctor, seeing as he has no formal training whatsoever, and his German accent, as there wasn’t anything in Jack’s conscience that hinted at him wanting to be German. Along with that, one day the scientists discovered Schneeple had written ‘100% real doctor’ on a piece of paper and was showing it to others, claiming it was a doctorate. They listed this behavior as ‘strange’ but found no reason as to why he was acting this way.
- Jackaboy Man was born from Jack’s deep desire to be a superhero (mainly Spider-Man) even though he doesn’t have any of Spider-Man’s powers. He can fly though, which the scientists believed came from Jack’s wish to not be afraid of heights. He, like Schneeple, loves to help people, even though he may not be as good at it as the good doctor. Jackaboy Man, like the other egos, created his name himself, though he prefers to use it as an alias rather than a real name, similar to normal superheroes. The scientists discovered he constantly feared people discovering his ‘true identity’, and despite constant questioning, Jackaboy Man would not explain further, preferring to change the subject. As a result, Jackaboy Man’s real chosen name is not known by anyone, not even the other egos.
- Marvin the Magician was born from Jack’s desire to entertain people and make them happy. He’s a people person, much like Jack, though unlike Jack he has actual magical powers which add extra flair to his performances. These powers are most likely a literal representation of Jack’s entertainer side. Through tests, the scientists discovered that Marvin believed his powers came from a white cat mask rather than the experiment. Before any trick he would (and still does) rub the ears and nose, chanting “meow, meow, meow”. Like Schneeple, Marvin’s behavior was listed as ‘strange’ and no real reason was found for these actions.
- Antisepticeye was born from Jack’s inner demons. He is the literal representation of Jack’s fears and anxieties about not being good enough for people, his community abandoning him, and even small things like if his camera is recording. He is the most dangerous for these reasons, so much so that the scientists had a hard time keeping him contained in the lab, eventually resorting to locking him inside a computer program. He is the only ego without a physical body because he was technically an accident; the scientists didn’t intend to create him, he just appeared when all the experiments were done and caused havoc. The scientists weren’t sure why he took the form of a glitch, though they chalked it up to Jack spending so much time around computers and his deep love of glitchy stuff. Anti has the ability to glitch through walls and floors and can possess other living things, even the other egos; though he seems to stick around Jack more than anyone else, much to Jack’s dismay.
-Robbie the Zombie isn’t actually a part of Jack’s conscience. Mostly because he didn’t get the chance to have any of Jack’s conscience implanted into him. Almost immediately after he was created, he was possessed by Anti and went on a rampage, killing multiple scientists and almost killing the other clones and Jack himself. He was only stopped after other scientists managed to hold him down and pull Anti out. It was this incident that lead to Anti being trapped in the computer program. The strain of the possession lead to Robbie looking how he does (grey skin, pale white eyes) and also appeared to kill him, so his body was thrown into a dump behind the lab. However, during the other clone’s escape, Robbie mysteriously came back to life, only saying he was “woken by the sound of people screaming.” Robbie has no special powers per se, though being undead means that no bullets, knives or other weapons can hurt him, though beheading him will definitely do the trick. He also likes to refer to himself in third person, though no one knows why.
Let me tell you how much i appreciate Damien Bloodmarch in Dream Daddy. As a trans masculine teen, i’ve eagerly searched for ways to look more “manly” without losing some attributes about myself that i love. For the longest time, and sometimes still, i feel as if i have to have short hair, hair on my legs, and masculine clothing to actually BE a trans boy. Everywhere, i saw posts and pictures about trans men and trans boys that passed easily or just looked “manly” and it made me feel lost, while i had long hair and wore tight, feminine clothing. But when i saw Damien from Dream Daddy, and when i found out that he was a trans man, i never felt happier. It made me happt for my long hair and my body. And though it isnt much, i feel like that one character, truly changed the outlook i had on myself, so id like to thank the creators of Dream Daddy, for making Damien the best, for me.
You CAN reblog this. I encourage you. I want all trans boys/men to understand that you dont have to look typically masculine to be trans!!!
Babe, who is this g.o.d.? And why tf are they fucking with you?
g.o.d. is this fandom famous…person, for lack of a better word. She trolls FF.net and AO3 in search of every single new fic that comes out for SasuNaru or KakaSaku just to leave comments calling the author a delusional virgin and telling them to kill themselves. She is actually that hard for SasuSaku.
She was exposed once and some of her personal details were made public by a post on FF.net which I believe still exists today. Someone found her IP address and quite a lot of her personal information and eventually her account was shut down. She still continues to comment, however, by doing so as a guest and signing them all as g.o.d. as if we’re all gonna get the fear of the lord put in to us.
Personally I like to have fun with my replies, even though she never comes back to check whether or not her stale as hell same old bullshit comments have had an impact on poor little me. It’s cathartic for me and it’s important that others see that I don’t take her seriously. Because I don’t want them to take her seriously.
It does bother me that she continues to do this, though. There are other more impressionable people out there. There are young kids who are making their first foray in to self expression only to be stone walled by her hatred. Which is one of the reasons it is SO IMPORTANT to comment on the things we like, to recognize the efforts that people put in to their work. Imagine her hatred being the only comment on someone’s story?
I want every person who reads this who is an author to know that if you get a comment from someone signing as g.o.d. IGNORE HER. She is a sad waste of oxygen and her comments have no bearing on the delight that is your work. You have fellow authors who have dealt with her bullshit for ages now and would be more than happy to trade “MAN WHAT A BITCH” talk with you.
Words: 3,620 (so its a long post and I won’t put it under a “keep reading” because that messes up on mobile for some reason?)
So here’s the first part of that Soulmate!AU I talked about a very;;; long time ago ^^;; But here it is;; idk if its good but here you are;;; ~Admin 404
His compass practically screamed that this cute, blonde girl
in his gallery wasn’t the person he thought she was. He elected to ignore this
stupid hunk of junk because he believed he had found his sun. Though Jumin has
told him numerous times to listen to his head every once in a while instead of
his heart, he just couldn’t dismiss these strong feelings.
found her and their relationship to be… less than ideal, he should have
listened to his head. Could he just up and leave this women he spent so much
time, passion, and love on? He could live with growing old with someone besides
his designated soulmate, as long as he was with someone he loved. But now she’s
gone, and he has nothing left to look forward to.
people close to him knew how much he wanted to find the love of his life– how
much he just wanted to love and be loved back. They’ve always told him to just
follow his compass, don’t look up until the needle starts to spin like crazy.
You would think that’s what he would be doing from the beginning, but he wanted
to give everyone a chance.
people in this world look only for their soulmate– using the compass given to
them at birth to search the world with a fine-toothed comb, eyes constantly
glued to the small circular object– missing out on amazing connections,
marvelous adventures– they’re missing out on what could have been an
extravagant love! He wanted to change all of that; he wanted to prove that you
can live happily with someone you love, despite the fact that someone is out in
the world, completely perfect for you. Love can be found in imperfections.
history with Rika didn’t change this outlook on this ideal, not even in the
slightest. If anything, it solidified his thoughts! He truly loved her, but now
he’s able to see that he just wasn’t the one for her and vice versa. Though,
after the ordeal, he was left wondering just how love would feel with his
soulmate. Someone he was literally made for… the love had to be something
was the one to finally push him into searching for you. Jihyun was already
traveling for his photography, it wouldn’t be too hard to search for you as
well. It took quite a bit of pushing to get him to agree, however.
listen to me. You’re already going abroad to take photos for your next gallery.
You can search for your soulmate along the way,“ he explained, taking a sip from his glass of
what if Rika was already the one? What if my compass is just broken? What if it
never worked in the first place? What if-” he was cut off by Jumin
don’t you just try it, V. It really won’t hurt you. You might find your other
half, the perfect one for you, the peanut butter to your jelly, your-“
are you and what have you done to Jumin Han?” his laughter following the
question soft and light, “I thought you didn’t believe in love of any
friend shrugged before taking another sip of his wine, “I don’t exactly,
but I do believe in your happiness. I think you should try and find what I know
will make you the happiest.”
was it- that was all he needed to now be sat on a plane, looking out of the
window at the clouds surrounding the aircraft. ‘I won’t look at my compass
until I’m settled in on the ground. I won’t make this a big thing,’ he thought
to himself, 'it’ll be alright. If I find them, great, if I don’t, that’s
alright too.’ All the excitement he had for this photography trip was slowly
deteriorating because he couldn’t help but think about the navigation device.
What if he really did find the one on this trip? What would he even do; what
would he even say? He couldn’t help but be worried about just who you were, how
the two of you would intermingle- but his biggest worry was what if you didn’t
believe in soulmates? What if you were like him, and believed in natural love,
but only natural love?
intrusive thoughts were the only things he could think of. It finally got to
the point where he put his camera down and only followed his compass. He
followed it across multiple cities, countries even! The only time he was ripped
away from his compass was when he kept receiving call after call from Saeyoung.
everything alright? You’ve called me a lot in the past-“
someone new in the chatroom,” came Luciel’s anxious voice, out of breath
and dripping with concern.
do you mean? That’s impossible, isn’t it? I thought you had everything secure
did! I did and that’s the problem! How did they get into the chat? How did they
get past all of my security, how did they-”
Jihyun started, speaking low and slow to help his friend calm down, "Take
a moment to catch your breath. Obviously, finding out how this person joined
our closed group is the big question here, but you have to think about another
fairly important question.”
what is that exactly?“ He asked, audibly a little calmer thanks to Jihyun.
who this person is. Running a background check is fairly important. We don’t know who they are, or if they’re
trying to harm us. I’m counting on you to figure this out, Luciel,” he
couldn’t bring himself to talk anymore, so he hung up the phone. He felt as
thoughts rushed through his mind- who could it be? How did they get into their
private messenger? Are they there to hurt him or his friends? Was it… no, it
couldn’t be. His phone lit up less than a moment later, baring Luciel’s name
you find anything?“ he asked, not so much as a hello.
a girl,” he replied- he seemed 10 times more calm than he did in his last
girl? Really? I need all of the details, no matter how small you think they
are,“ he started to head back where he was staying during his trip, the
photos and compass both thrown to the back of his mind. 'Finding love can
wait,’ he thought, 'my friend’s securities are much more important.’
that day, he finally got a chance to log into the chat room, hoping to talk to
this new stranger. It was a simple conversation, but he felt this weird feeling
in the bottom of his stomach. Was this feeling fear? Maybe it was panic? He
just knew it was brand-new and unexplainable. Brushing it off as the general
anxiety that comes with a situation such as this one, he decided the best
course of action would be to work with her. Denying her access could make
things 10 times worse. He didn’t want to believe that this could have been
connected to Rika and her organization, but he couldn’t rule it out,
either. He headed home the moment he
could, his photos could wait, his compass was thrown into his jacket pocket and
first few nights, he found himself logging into the chatroom once everyone had
gotten off, reading each and every message. All of them wanted him to set a
date for the new party, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He had a bad feeling
that his previous love was behind it all, but reading how nice and caring you
are to all of his friends… he didn’t think you were truly involved. You were
some sort of pawn and he hated that you were a pawn in this mysterious game.
looking through all of the messages, he always found himself smiling when he
saw your name popping up and he didn’t bother to stop himself. You were so warm
and inviting, you seemed interested in everyone’s well beings, and you had
nothing to gain from caring about them all yet you continued to. You were…
different than Rika. You were everything Rika pretended to be.
passed, everyone seemed openly surprised the fact that Jihyun had come to the
chatroom more often than he has in the past few years, but he couldn’t explain
to them why. Although it hurt to stare at the phone for too long, he suffered
through it just to talk to you. When he couldn’t see anymore for the day, he
would call you. Talking until the early hours of the day were a common thing
between the two of you already. Hearing you fall asleep on the phone made his
heart skip a beat, and he didn’t think he could feel that again- let alone so
talked about anything and everything. Places you’d love to travel, stories
behind some of the pictures he’s taken, he’s even talked to you about his concerns
for his friends and a hypothetical situation about his ex. He felt like he could talk to you about
anything in the world, but it had only been a few short days. Sure, he was open
with his love and cared about everyone but there was just something a little
bit different with you.
may I ask you something?” he whispered into his phone, laying in his bed
with an arm thrown over his currently burning eyes, his phone to his ear.
know you can ask me anything, V,“ you answered just as quietly, though to
him it sounded as if you were always singing. Your voice was just so heavenly
to his ears and his heart.
about love. What do you believe in?” he paused, taking in a shaky breath
that he hoped you couldn’t hear. “Do you believe in natural love? Or do
you believe in the fact that everyone has someone in the world made
specifically for them?” he asked cautiously, scared to hear a certain
answer. When you took what felt like a million years to answer in that sweet,
soft voice of yours.
believe in love. Whether its love that forms between two people who truly have
a connection, or if it’s the kind of love between two halves of one soul.
Either of them are absolutely beautiful,“ you answered, hearing him let
out a soft sigh. He couldn’t help but smile at your answer. Why did he even
bother to ask? Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew you would view it in
the same light as himself.
you been in love, MC?” he asked before he could even realize the thought
passed his mind. You gave a soft sound of disagreement, and his previously
large smile simmered down to a softer, warmer one. “One day,” his
words ghosted, “I hope that love is directed towards me.”
hand flew to his mouth and his eyes shot open, realizing the words that just
came from his mouth. “I-I um,” he stammered, his face turning a crimson
colour, “F-forget I said anything. It’s… it’s late, I should have let
you gone to bed a while ago, I apologize. I’ll um, I’ll speak to you tomorrow.
rushed to end the call, his hands shaking the whole time as he strained his
eyes to see the end button on his phone. He was in such disbelief that he let that slip
off of his tongue. There was some sort of feelings for you in his heart but he
didn’t know if it was love per say. It was different than what he felt for
Rika, but he knew he wanted to pursue it, just… not so suddenly. He spent
hours just thinking, burying his face into his pillow and contemplating all of
his feelings. He was afraid he made things uncomfortable between the both of
you and he was worried. However, now the need to protect you was solidified in
his mind- he couldn’t let anyone get to you, not even Rika.
the course of the next two days, he still visited the chatroom to see you, but
not for as long as he previously would. He noticed that you treated him just
the same as before, but he couldn’t shake his awkward feeling. He decided to
just talk through it with you at the party, that way he has a day or so to
prepare exactly what he wanted to say. Too bad Jihyun’s plans never work out
the way he wants them to.
picked up his phone, greeting a frantic Luciel. Before he could mutter a
'What’s wrong’, Luciel is talking a mile
a minute and Jihyun just couldn’t keep up.
It’s the security system for the apartment,“ the younger man started.
Jihyun moved to sit on the edge of his seat, his eyebrows furrowing together.
"The… special security system,” he finished. His eyes practically
popping out of his head, Jihyun stood up, already trying to feel his way to his
about the system? What’s wrong with it? What about MC? Luciel, please tell me
that MC is alright,“ he panicked, feeling around for his jacket. He didn’t
want to hear what was coming next but he knew he had to, for MC’s safety.
it’s been compromised, someone hacked into it. Probably the same person who led
MC there in the first place. It’s been armed and disarmed, over and over again.
I’ve been trying to take back control of it, but there’s always the possibility
that they could-” Jihyun cut off the red head with a loud curse. Luciel
knew just how upset his friend was now due to the fact he next to never used
such strong language.
going. I’m getting MC out of there,“ he stated, leaving the house and
frantically trying to make his way to the apartment. He was tired of hearing
Luciel try to tell him to just stay put, it was too dangerous, especially for
him and the state of his eyes but he didn’t care. All he cared about was
getting you out of that apartment and getting you safe, away from it all, where
he can physically hold and protect you. He never even got to see you in person,
there was no way he was going to let the world take you from him so soon. There
were so many things he wanted to know, needed to know about you before he
would ever be satisfied in life.
heavier than he ever had in his life, legs shaking like Jell-O, and his
eyesight worse due to the mixture of terrified tears and the wind piercing his
eyes, he arrived at the apartment, knowing he had to calm himself down before
MC opened that door. Leaning a hand against the doorway to make sure he didn’t
fall over, he brought his other hand to knock on the door. Before he did, he
could hear your panicked voice muffled behind the door.
what do you mean? What are you talking about? A BOMB? There’s a BOMB in this
apartment? Why would you- Who would-,” he could only imagine you would
shake your head in disbelief at this point, “Nevermind. You know what I
don’t want to know why there’s a FREAKING BOMB. So what… what do I do? Do
I… do I leave? Do you think it’ll go off?”
fist hovered in front of the door, afraid to knock and only make the situation
worse. Maybe Luciel was right? Maybe he shouldn’t have come, the younger man
was surely capable of taking care of it himself. His self-doubting thoughts
were washed away when he strained to hear your quiet voice whimper behind the
just wish V were here. He’d know what to do. I’d definitely feel
better…“ hearing you wish for him brought the warmest smile to his face.
His heart started to beat so fast it stuttered and his whole abdomen was full
of millions of butterflies. Before he could change his mind or run away, he
rasped his knuckles against the door, ready to finally see you with his own two
eyes… He hoped he would be able to see clearly when the door flew open. He
could hear Luciel yelling through the phone not to open the door, in case it
was the hacker, he saw a figure wielding what looked like a lamp over their
head, ready to protect themselves.
wait! It’s me,” he begged, stepping back slightly to avoid the lamp
colliding with his head if you were to swing. He watched the lamp get lowered
as you raised your face to look him in the eyes. He believed in heaven, he
believed in angels, and he believed in miracles- you were all three to him in
that exact moment.
fuzzy eyesight didn’t clear completely, but when he looked at you, it seemed
like you were in high definition. The world was blurry but you were the clarity
in his life he had been looking for- apparently you were the clarity his eyes
needed as well. He quickly glanced at his surroundings, noticing nothing was
clear to him but you. You seemed to have this heavenly glow surrounding you as
well- was this what an aura was? Or was that the indication of your wings,
because he sincerely believed you had wings. He felt like he had finally found
the last true mouthpiece of heaven, these
few seconds feeling like the rest of his life, and he was content with that.
Your growing smile was like the light of God, shining brightly and piercing him
straight to his heart and soul.
as you ran towards him, his arms instinctively opening to hold you close. The
moment your bodies made contact, electricity shot through him, and his chest
felt… full. He knew his heart was pounding loud enough for his newfound love
to hear, but he didn’t care. He wanted them to know just how fondly he thought
of them, how much they had an impact on his heart.
it’s alright, I’m here for you,“ he whispered against the top of your
head, burying his smile in your hair before continuing in a soft voice, "I
came to protect you.” keeping your arms wrapped around him, you pulled you
head away from his chest to look up at him, locking eyes and offering him a
ran all the way here, for me?“ your smile dropped, a concerned look replacing
it, "but you could have been really hurt! V, that’s-” he cut you off
by placing a finger to your lips, smiling at the small blush that rose on your
Please, I want to hear that heavenly smooth voice say my actual name,“ he proposed,
gently laughing at just how much your blush had grown. He wouldn’t bother
hiding his feelings anymore, he had already exposed himself days before. You hid your face back against his chest,
running from your embarrassment as the two of you just stood holding each other
in the hallway for several minutes. Luciel kept taking screenshots from the
security cameras and sent them to the group chat, frantically fangirling.
eyebrows furrowed together as you removed your head from his chest again,
earning a head tilt from him in return. Patting his jacket pocket, your own
head tilted to the side.
I mean, Jihyun, what’s this in your pocket? It’s… slightly vibrating,”
you asked, watching as he stuck his hand in there to find out himself. He
didn’t remember his phone being in that pocket…
both of you shared a gasp as you looked at the small compass laying in his
palm, the needle spinning in frantic circles the closer your own hand got to
the device. The moment your fingers grazed the metal cylinder, it dissipated
into thin air, both you and Jihyun watching it leave his hand. He looked up at
you with his eyes wide, his mouth slightly hanging open in disbelief. You
looked into his eyes before smiling, reaching into your pocket to pull out your
own, holding it out to him with your eyes full of love. You were completely
ready to combine the two halves of your souls, right then and there and he was
so overwhelmed with emotions that tears started to stream down his face, only
to break when they hit his smile. He slowly extended his hand to lay it over
the compass, feeling it dissipate and he gently held onto your hand, leaning
forward to place a kiss between your eyes.
wouldn’t have expected this, MC. I always believed in natural love, finding my
true soulmate always came second,“ he started, looking at your hands,
beginning to interlace his fingers with your own, "But now that I’ve
gotten a taste of what it’s like to find the one just for me, I understand why
people look for their other half. You are my heaven. You are my clarity in this
world,” he looked into your eyes hoping to convey just how much he already
loved you with the emotions in his own before he brought his face closer,
looking between your eyes and you lips, only fully leaning in to place a loving
kiss to your lips once he saw you lean into him.
MC, are the only thing I’m going to see for the rest of my life, and I’ve never
been happier to have finally followed the right direction.“
At first he was a little shocked, then he put his hands on my hips and slightly pushed me away.
“What happened to you today?”
“You always do that?”, I asked. “I mean, girl basically jumps on you and you push her away? Do you even get laid or just talk about it?”
“Alright, so I treated you the way you did treat me week before and now you wanna fuck?”
“I’m just done with this teasing”, I this point I almost shouted. “We’re gonna hook up, get over it and move on with our lives”, I said with demanding tone.
He didn’t say anything, just stared at me.
“And we’re not leaving this bathroom until you fuck me”, I crossed my arms and wanted to go and sit on the egde of bath.
But Monty’s hands, still on my hips, suddenly tightened, he pulled me closer and kissed me roughly. I tangled my fingers into his hair, when he squizzed my butt.
“Oh, and I’m done with your stupid rules”, he said between kisses, then his lips went down my neck and sucked my collarbone.
“Do you have some collarbone kink, or what?”, I hit his arm.
He grabbed my wirst a little too strong, but suprisingly I didn’t mind.
“Can you just shut the fuck up?”, he asked, looking into my eyes.
“Make me”, I dared him and didn’t have to wait long until he basically punched my lips with his.
The kisses got more and more sloppy, our breaths got heavier, Monty’s hands went all over my body. I unbottoned his shirt, took it of him and threw somewhere behind, it didn’t take long until he took of my dress.
He pulled me up and pinched me to the wall, I wrapped my legs around his hips. My hands went down on him, to unzip his pants, and that’s all it took for him to hardened. He reached to his pocket and took condom out of his wallet. He tried to open it, but his moves were so sloppy I thought I was gonna go crazy.
“Oh for fuck’s sake”, I snatched it from his hand, opened with my teeth and put it on him, all of this while looking straight into Monty’s eyes.
“Go on, Monty”, I nodded my head letting him get inside me.
He pulled my panties down, slowly slided in, I bit my lips trying not to make any noices.
“God, you’re so tight”, he whispered putting his forehead on mine.
My legs wrapped stronger around him as he started thrusting in and out. I was about to start moaning, when someone knocked the door.
“Y/N? Are you there?”, we heard Jessica asking. Monty put his hand on my lips before anything came out of my mouth.
I looked at him with eyes wide open. He took a deep breath and said, “She’s throwing up”, trying to sounds normal.
“Oh my God, Y/N, are you okay?”, she asked really concerned.
I nodded my head, letting Monty take his hand off my lips.
“Yeah, I’m good, I just need a minute”, I said.
“Why… Why is Montgomery in there?”
God, just fuck off, Jess, I thought.
“He’s holding my hair away from my face”, I quickly made up a response.
“Don’t worry, Jess, I’ll take care of her”, he said with cocky grin on his face, as his hand was rubbing my thigh.
“Okay, Y/N, listen, there should be spare toothbrush in the shelf above the sink, you can brush your teeth, when you’ll be done”, I rolled my eyes, waiting for her to go away.
Suddenly, Monty thrusted in me, I had to bite his arm trying not to moan.
“Montgomery, don’t”, I whispered into his ear.
“I brought you water”, Jessica continued,”I will leave it here for you.”
“Thanks, I love you”, I said, hoping she would finally go.
“Be quiet, or everybody will find out”, Monty rubbed his nose on my neck.
He started thrusting in me again, I scratched his back trying to keep him as close to me as possible. Heavy breaths were all we could go away with, but it was harder and harder to stay quiet.
“Mont…”, I moaned as quietly as I could.
“Fuck”, his hands tightened on my body. He started pumping faster. “You feel so good”, he whispered. One of his hand started rubbing my clit.
“Oh my…”, my body shook. “Monty, I’m gonna…”
“I know, come on, babe”, he started kissing my neck as if he knew it was my weak spot.
I clawed onto his arms, he scratched my hip, and when final wave of pleasure came for both of us he kissed me and I bit his lips so hard I could almost taste his blood.
My muscles loosened up, Monty stopped thrusting into me, and laid his forehead on my shoulder. I played with his hair, trying to calm my breath.
“You can put me down now, you know?”, I giggled.
He gave me one last rough kiss and put me on the floor.
I dressed up again, Monty threw used condom and wrapping to the bin.
“Your hair looks like shit, you know”, I said, looking at him. Well it definitely wasn’t his perfect hairstyle anymore.
“Have you seen yourself in the mirror?”, he asked. “You basically have ‘I just had sex’ written on your face”.
I came up to the mirror.
“Fuck”, I groaned.
My hair were tangled, my cheeks were blushed and I had weird, definitely not post thowing up, glow on my face. I opened a shelf a took spare toothbrush Jessica told me about, found toothpaste and started brushing my teeth. Montgomery looked at me confused.
“What? I’m brushing my teeth after throwing up”, I mumbled with mouth full of foam.
I took last quick glance at his abs, when he starting bottoning his shirt. Not quick enough though, cause he noticed it.
“You like some good abs, huh?”, he smirked.
“Not gonna lie, girls like some good abs and jawline”, I shrugged my arms.
“You know, you can call me some time and I can some you some abs, you can show me some other things”, he came closer behind me and put his hands on my hips.
“Monty”, I turned around to face him, “it was one time action, alright? I teased you, you teased me, we finished it in Jessica’s bathroom.”
“Don’t you say”, he looked down at our hips touching.
“Let’s go”, I said, moved away from him and went to the door. As I was unlocking, he quickly grabbed my ass.
“Stop doing this”, I patted his hand.
“I didn’t hear you complaining few minutes ago.”
“You’re a dick”, I opened the door, stormed out of the bathroom, grabbed bottled up water Jessica left for me and went downstairs…
On Monday during lunch break I was sitting with few people when suddenly Jessica came up i basically threw her phone on the table.
“Look at this!”, she shouted to all of us pointing at the picture on her phone.
“What are we looking at?”, I asked.
“This is the corner of the condom wrapping”.
“Aaaand?”, Jeff encouraged her to keep talking.
“Somebody had sex in my bathroom!”, she shouted again.
“Jess!”, I tried to keep her quiet while looking around to check how many people had turned around.
Oh God,I’m screwed, I thought.
“What’s up boys and girls?”, Justin and Monty came to the table.
“Somebody…” Jess started shouting again.
“Somebody have some fun in Jessica’s bathroom during the party and left something”, Sheri interrupted her with quieter tone and showed guys the picture.
“Jess, it was a party, things like this just happen, don’t make drama”, Montgomery rolled his eyes.
“Okay, cool, but can people at least clean after they’re done?”, she crossed her arms. “ I’d be dead if my dad found it”.
“But he didn’t, another happy ending in your bathroom”, I put my thumb up and stuffed my mouth with food, which was typical for me - stress eating.
For the whole time I didn’t even looked at Monty, being paranoid someone would somehow found out. I ignored him to the point, when he said he’s gotta go for a chemistry, I waved at him while scrolling through my instagram feed.
“Hey, Y/N”, Justin kicked me under the table.
“Ouch, what?”, I started rubbing place on my leg he kicked, knowing the bruise would show up before the end of the day.
“Don’t you two have Chemistry together?”, he asked.
“Right. Yes. We have”, I patted my head and giggled nervously. “See you later guys”, I grabbed my bag and went with Monty, who was cracking up trying not to laugh.
“To be honest, I don’t have to do anything, you gonna give us out with your weird actions” he said when we had left the cafeteria.
“Shut up, I’ll start acting normal, it’s just that piece of wrapping…“
“There were probably more people in that bathroom that night, some of them probably had sex…”
Some freshman kid accidentaly walked in Monty, and him being, well, him, grabbed kid by shirt and pushed to the wall.
“Watch where you’re walking”, he said.
“I’m… I’m… I’m sorry”, kid picked up his books from the floor and quickly walked away.
“I’m embarassed just by standing next to you”, I said. “What was that for?”
“He walked in me”, Monty clearly didn’t see anything wrong about his hehaviour.
“That’s not what you do, when someone walks in just by accident!”
I spotted girl walking down the hall, looking down at the phone, I started walking towards her, pretending I’m looking for something in my bag and soon we walked into each other. After few ‘sorry’s’, ‘no, no, it’s okay”, she walked away.
I turned to Monty.
“See? That’s what you should do.”
“I have reputation, I can’t loose my face”
“Reputation of a bully. You know more people would like you if actually stopped bulling everyone”.
He didn’t say anything, just rolled his eyes.
When lessons had finished Jessica, Sheri and I went for cheer practice.
“Okay girls, we have busy next week”, coach told when we were stretching before practice. “We have an assembly on Tuesday, basketball game on Wednesday and baseball game on Friday and we’re doing all of them.“
“Since when we do cheerleading on baseball games?”, Sheri asked.
“It’s still just an idea, we’ll do it once and see if it works. There is one more thing”, Mrs. Montez chuckled. “I spoke to the teams’ coaches and you know, it’ll be firsts games of the seasons, and the opponents are hard, um, that’s what they said, so they asked if you could, you know distract them a little bit?”, she was clearly uncomfortable asking for that.
Oh, somebody thought cheerleading is all about supporting your team and spreading good energy or something? Bullshit. It was mostly about distracting the other team with short skirts and splits.
“I guess we can shake ass a little”, Jessica snorted.
We performed on basketball game during halftime. We danced to Selena Gomez’s Me & My Girls* and let’s just say that me winking and mouthing lyrics, and I always lip sync during performance, like “I know we’re making you thirsty” or “You can look but don’t touch, I’m not here to hook up, I’m just here to turn on” did not help the other team stay concentrated on the game.
Monty was watching everything from the bleachers, I glanced at him few times just to see him basically eye-fucking me.
Liberty Tigers won, with Zach being MVP of the game, as usual, after few celebrating jumps and handsprings I started picking up my stuff.
“I have a question, but promise you won’t slap me”, Monty suddenly showed up next to me.
“Just hearing this makes me wanna slap you”, I said without looking at him.
“Whatever, I’ll take the risk. You wanna hook up sometime?”, he asked.
“Subtle”, I sighed and turned to face him. “Thank you, but no. See you around”,
I took my bag, passed him and went to my car.
“Oh come on, you liked it last time”, he cought me up.
“Monty, half of the girls in this school wish they could make out with a devil, it’s you, go molest someone else”, I rolled my eyes.
“Then why did you teased me with that winking and cocky smiles during dancing?”
I bit my lower lip. Fine, maybe I was teasing him a little bit again, but this little fucker deserved it.
“You’re sucker for this cheerleader suit, huh?”, I laughed throwing my bag at the backseat.
“Fine, maybe there is some sexual tension between us”, I finally admitted, “but it doesn’t mean we have to do something about it.”
“It’s unhealty, you know?”
Suddenly I came up with something. He played baseball and damn, he was good, but not THAT good. Plus home run wasn’t easy to score.
“Okay, we’ll make a bet”, I said finally.
“I’m listening” he smiled and leaned on my car.
“It will be baseball metaphor, and I’m not too good at it, so focus”, I cleared my throat. “You do home run on Friday’s game, you get third base with me”, I said looking him straight in the eyes.
He squinted his eyes, took a deep breath, and answered, “Deal”.
He fucking did it. Not only that he got home run. He got two. We did the same performance we had done at basketball game, I lipsynced, winked, when he was going to batter’s field I accidentally droppen one pompom and bent down to reach it, knowing he was looking at me, everything just to distract him at least a little bit, but no, the second he hit the ball, everyone new it was gonna be a home run.
“Fuck”, I mumbled at it took me good few seconds before I realised I should cheer.
Before his second home run, he literally pointed at me.
“What was that about?”, Justin was seating at the bleacher above the place where cheerleaders were standing and he could talk to us.
“We made a bet”, I said. “About, umm, chemistry project”.
Before he could answer something Montgomery Fucking de la Cruz got his second home run.
“Well, looks like he’s not gonna do much about that project”, Foley said after everyone stopped cheering.
“Yeah, looks like whole work’s gonna be on me…”, I sighed as I spotted Monty winking at me.
*This song is dirty as fuck, just like this whole fandom, trust me
Let me know what you think, hope you like it even though it’s a mess lol
Summary: Y/N is an up and coming YouTuber. Grayson falls in love with her, and wants her to be his. Little did he know that his twin brother Ethan had the same idea. Who will win her heart? Who’s heart will get broken?
Word Count: 2,946
A/N: Hey guys! So @sniperdolan & I are honestly pretty excited about this collab! We started talking about it, & ideas just started rolling in! We hope you guys enjoy it, and feel free to give us feedback! Let us know what you guys think! Love you!!
** tweets are in italic **
Ethan and I were chilling at the warehouse, we finally got a little down time from filming all our videos for the week. I was laying in the foam pit, watching YouTube videos on my phone, while Ethan was sitting on the couch, eating popcorn, and checking his Twitter.
“Yo Gray! Do you know who Y/N Y/L/N is” Ethan asked, with a mouth full of popcorn.
“Uh, no. Why? Who’s that?” I asked, as I was climbing out of the foam pit.
“I don’t know. But the fans keep tagging us in video, and she’s all over my timeline.” he said, scrolling away on his phone.
“I think she’s a YouTuber or something.” he says shoving some more popcorn into his mouth.
I closed out of the video I was watching on YouTube, and typed her name in the search bar. Ethan’s right, she is a YouTuber. She had 187,000 subscribers, and from scrolling through her channel it looks like she does make up tutorials, DIYS, challenge videos, she even vlogs.
“Yo E, I found her channel.” I said, sitting down next to him on the couch.
I clicked on her most recent video which was posted earlier today. It was a Q&A.
“Dude, she’s hot!” Ethan said, making me roll my eyes at him. He wasn’t wrong though. She was beautiful. Her brown hair complimented her soft brown eyes, and her smile was so captivating. She was 18, so she was our age.
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“Who is your favorite YouTuber at the moment?” Y/N read the question, than looked back at the camera.
“Well you guys know I’m obsessed with like almost every beauty channel, but I think my overall favorite channel would be The Dolan Twins.” she said, and I paused the video to look at Ethan.
“Who are those guys?”
“They sound like a couple of losers!” Ethan, and I said breaking out into a fit of laughter. I unpaused the video not expecting to hear what I heard next.
“Their pretty hilarious! And Grayson Dolan kind of sorta happens to be my “celebrity” crush.” she said hiding her face in her hands.
Wait what? Did she just say I was her celebrity crush? Even though I don’t consider myself a celebrity. I didn’t realize how hard I was smiling until Ethan said something.
“You’re smiling way to hard, it’s kind of creepy.” he said, making a disgusted face.
“Shut up. You’re just mad that I’m the better twin.” I said, flipping him over the back of the couch, and running away before he could do anything to me.
I was on my phone checking my Twitter, and following some fans, when I got a notification that Ethan had mentioned me in a tweet.
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@EthanDolan: May or may not have just stalked @Y/T/N YouTube channel with @GraysonDolan. We watched literally every single video. He couldn’t stop drooling.
I retweeted his tweet, and started to type up my own.
@GraysonDolan: @EthanDolan is just mad he’s not your “celebrity” crush. Btw, I don’t think I’m a “celebrity” but I’m flattered! Also @Y/T/N channel is dope af! Go subscribe!
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I was in my room sitting on my computer chair, editing one of my videos when my phone notifications kept going off like crazy. I’m pretty sure my phone was going to explode at any moment. I checked my phone, and saw that I had over 100 Twitter notifications.
“What the hell?” I said to myself, opening up my Twitter app.
I noticed that I had gained a lot of new followers, and people were also posting and retweeting my new video. I smiled at the thought of how sweet they are. It’s still crazy to think that people actually like my videos. I mean yeah there were a few mean comments, and haters her and there, but the good ones always out weigh the bad! I replied to, and retweeted a few people, and even followed some of them back. I kept scrolling through my mentions to see all the sweet things people were saying. Then something caught my eye, and I’m pretty sure I had a heart attack.
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@EthanDolan follows you.
@GraysonDolan follows you.
@EthanDolan: May or may not have just stalked @Y/T/N YouTube channel with @GraysonDolan. We watched literally every single video. He couldn’t stop drooling.
@GraysonDolan: @EthanDolan is just mad he’s not your “celebrity” crush. Btw, I don’t think I’m a “celebrity” but I’m flattered! Also @Y/T/N channel is dope af! Go subscribe!
@GraysonDolan liked 2 of your tweets.
@GraysonDolan retweeted you.
@EthanDolan liked 1 of your tweets.
@EthanDolan retweeted you.
@EthanDolan retweeted you.
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“Oh My God!” I shouted out loud. The Dolan Twins followed me on Twitter, and they watched my video. What the actual fuck is happening? Before I could even process anything, my phone vibrated in my hand. I had just recieved a message from Twitter. Not checking to see who it was from, I opened the app back, and went straight to my messages.
Grayson Dolan sent a message
Grayson Dolan: Hey cutie.
I starred at my phone confused, reading the same message over and over again.
Grayson Fucking Dolan just dmed me. This can’t actually be happening. I was having the biggest fangirl moment ever. I pinched myself just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, and I wasn’t. This is actually happening. Why is this happening? How did they even find my YouTube channel? I was asking myself all kinds of question, when it suddenly hit me. He watched my video. I told the whole world that Grayson Dolan was my celebrity crush, and he saw it.
“Good job Y/N!” I said to myself, still staring at my phone screen. I wanted to reply but for some reason I had no clue what to say. Maybe I shouldn’t respond, maybe I should wait till tomorrow or something. I was making a bigger deal of the situation than it was. I mean not everyday a YouTuber who also happens to be your celebrity crush dms you. I finally got myself together, and replied.
Y/N Y/L/N: Hey.
I closed out of Twitter, and threw my phone on my bed, and got back to the computer to finish editing. As soon as I sat down, I heard a ding, letting me know that it was a Twitter message. Assuming that it could’ve been Grayson, I got up from my chair pretty quickly. I grabbed my phone, and sat back down in my chair. I opened the app back up, but instead of it being a message from Grayson, it was from Ethan.
Ethan Dolan sent a message.
Ethan Dolan: What’s up!
I was in complete shock. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening. I began to type up a quick reply, not thinking to much about it this time.
Y/N Y/L/N: Hey, what’s up!
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It has been about 2 weeks since the boys followed, and messaged me on Twitter. The conversations have been none stop between us. We’ve even exchange numbers, and we all started a streak on Snapchat. It was pretty obvious that Grayson and I liked each other. We were always flirting. Whether it was using emojis when we tweeted each other, or sending cute random texts. Ethan was pretty great too. Whenever I couldn’t fall asleep, he’d stay on Facetime with me until I did. He’s pretty much become like my best friend. It just seemed a little odd when he told me to not bring up the fact that he messaged me on Twitter to Grayson. I mean Grayson obviously knew we have each other’s number and we talk, so why can’t he know if Ethan dmed me. I mean not like that’s something I would randomly bring up, but it was just a little weird to me.
A few days ago, Grayson asked me if I wanted to film a collab video with them. I was hesitant at first, because I didn’t want people to think that I was using them to become “big” on YouTube. After a lot of convincing from Grayson & Ethan, I gave in. I was currently at the store getting some things for the video. We were filming a Cooking With The Dolan Twins Part 2 featuring myself for their channel. The thought of them cooking in my house scares me. Something is gonna end up burning, I just know it. I made sure to get everything that I needed, before heading back to my apartment to get ready.
I finished setting up the cameras, and my phone went off signaling me that it was a text message. It was from Ethan.
Ethan: Hey, so I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight? After we film the video.
Ethan: It doesn’t have to be like a date if you don’t want it to be.
Ethan: It can just be the 2 of us casually going to get pizza or something.
Y/N: I mean who could turn down some pizza? What time?
Ethan: The video won’t take that long to film. So how about 9:00?
Y/N: Sounds good!
Ethan: Oh! We’re here btw!
Putting my phone down on the counter, I went to go out the front door. I opened the door, to see Grayson with his hands formed into a fist, getting ready to knock on the door.
“How’d you know we were here?” he asked, giving me a hug before stepping inside.
“Et-” I was trying to respond, but Ethan cut me off.
“Everything’s already setup?” he said walking past me, and into the kitchen.
“Yup, we’re good to go!” I said shrugging whatever just happened off, handing the guys aporns.
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“Hey guys, we’re back!” the boys yelled in unison at the camera. I was standing on the side waiting for them to introduce me into the video.
We had already started filming, Ethan was going over the instructions for the cake. Grayson kept sprinkling flour at me, every few seconds like a child. I would try not to laugh so that Ethan can get through with the instructions but I couldn’t help it. I let out a small laugh, as Grayson tried to sprinkle the flour on me pretending he was Salt Bae. Causing Ethan to turn around giving us an annoyed look.
“Guys! C'mon!” he said before turning back at the camera.
Grayson mocked him like a 2 year old child when he turned around so he couldn’t see. Grayson leaded his head on my shoulder, and I couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he was. Next thing I know, with a quickness Grayson had wiped cake frosting on my entire face with his hand. Reacting face I grabbed the bag of flour and threw it on him.
Seriously guys stop!“ Ethan said, turning around only to get flour thrown on him too.
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We finished filming the video, and I was completely from head to toe in flour, eggs, pizza sauce, everything! The three of us looked like an actual human pizza. We couldn’t stop laughing at how ridiculous we each looked.
Grayson and I were flirting the whole time, and you can tell Ethan was getting a little annoyed at how childish we were being.
The guys helped me clean up the kitchen, and put away all the filming equipment before they left. Remembering that I was going to get some pizza with Ethan tonight, I needed to go take a shower and wash all this stuff off. Hopefully he won’t be in such an annoyed mood later when we meet up.
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“Yo E, where are you going?” I asked Ethan. He was standing in front of this bathroom mirror getting dressed.
“I’m just gonna go get some food.” he responded back from the bathroom.
“I wanna go!” I said, laying down on the sofa in the living room, scrolling through my Instagram. I seen that Y/N had just posted a picture so I liked it. I wonder where she was going. She was wearing ripped black skinny jeans, with 1975 band tee that was cut into a crop top. Her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, showing off all the perfect features of her face.
“There’s no point in you going. I’m brining back food.” Ethan said walking into the living room.
He was acting a little weird, but I just shooked it off not thinking to much or anything by it. I walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. I heard a text notification go off, from the counter next to me. I took a quick glance at the screen, and saw Y/N name on across the lock screen. Why is Y/N texting Ethan I thought to myself. I mean I know I gave them each other’s number when we were leaving her house, but Y/N hasn’t texted me since we left,but she’s texting Ethan.
Ethan was in the bathroom doing his hair, so he wasn’t going to come out for a while. I know it’s kind of messed up what I’m doing, but something just wasn’t sitting right with me so I wanted to find out. It wasn’t hard to unlocked his phone, since we both knew each other’s passcode. I went to his messages, and clicked on Y/N name.
Y/N: Are you ready yet?
Ready? Ready for what? Where are they going? Confused about what Y/N was talking about, I scrolled up a little more. I kept scrolling, and saw that Ethan had asked Y/N to go out tonight. I guess that’s why he was getting ready. But wait he texted her this around 12 this afternoon, but I didn’t give Ethan Y/N’s number until a few hours ago. I kept scrolling through the messages between them, and there were so many. Then I realized they’ve been texting each other for 2 weeks. I closed out of his text messages, opened up his Twitter, and went to his dms. I found Y/N’s name, and opened up the dms between them. He dmed her the same day I did. But why? If he knew she had a crush on me, and I even told him I was going to try to talk to her, why would he still even do that. And then lie this whole time, as if he never talked to her. I mean it’s clear that he likes her, now it makes sense why he got so annoyed and weird earlier. But does she like him? I mean she never acted like she did, she never really flirted with him or anything. She’s always saying how Ethan is like her best friend. I heard the bathroom door close, the closed out of Twitter, locked his phone, and put it back on the counter before hopping back onto the sofa pretending like I was laying there watching tv the whole time.
“I’ll be back bro.” Ethan said, grabbing his phone off the counter, and heading out the door.
As much as I wanted to saying something about it, I wasn’t going to. I figured I’d just act completely clueless about the situation, and see how long he can keep lying to me about this. I still can’t believe it, this is probably the first time ever that Ethan has lied to me.
I sat on the sofa on Snapchat, when I saw that Y/N posted something on her story. She was standing in front of a fountain, doing the classic peace sign and duck face pose. I’m guessing Ethan took this picture for her, since they were together right now. Not sure why but the thought of them together kind of bugged me. I mean Ethan was always the one with the girlfriend, while I was the one single. So for once you’d think he’d just let me have the girl, and not try to like the same girl I do! But then again, what if it’s not like that. What if their just best friends? I saw that Y/N added another snap to her story so I watched it. It was a picture of Ethan biting a slice of pizza with the caption ‘Good Pizza With Great People”. Looking at the picture I knew exactly where they were at. I decided to send Y/N a winky face emoji. I got off the sofa, and went to my room to change. I pulled my snapback on my head, and grabbed my keys on the hook, and headed out the apartment door.
hey i wanted to ask if you could make recommendations for bakushima fanfics? i'm curious as to what you're currently reading, what your favorites are and what your thoughts on the fanfics you read are! :)
Boi!!! Okay, I guess I did something like that a long while ago, everything I said about those fics is still 100% valid, after making that list I reread nearly all of them a dozen of times and I’ve loved them all just as much each of them, good great fics those - but since then I’ve read a shitton more, so!! Let’s do this? Let’s do this
My (newer) Favorite Fics:
one to ten by crunchrapsupreme - lotsa pining, acquaintance to friends to lovers, incredibly soft and ridiculously happy it gave me such a warm feeling reading it? Kirishima is so pure it made my heart sing, Kaminari is just as ridiculous and negative as he’s supposed to be and Bakugou’s!!! Perfect I’m sure you’re gonna like this one
out of sight, within reach by potato - no powers AU, high school AU, misunderstandings and jealousy and ridiculous babies in love - Bakugou pines!!! It’s actually!!! A fic from Bakugou’s pov with this ridiculous dork pining!!!! I would have loved it just for that, but honestly anything potato writes is worth reading they’re just so good and know the characters so well !!!
get tough, straight up by quactus - this!!!! damn!!!! fic!!!! it’s useless even to drag this for long, the reason why this fic is between my favorites is straight out the incredible amount of Bakugou and Kirishima acting like a couple while they’re not even aware their liking each other might be mutual - they’re soft, got no personal space at all, care for each other so sweetly seriously it’s so good to read it made my insides melt
all good things need sunshine by shizuumi151 - a flower shop AU from another author I love with all my heart! Go check everything they’ve written they’re honestly a fave, such a good grasp on these two - this fic is sweet (I think I used that word to describe all the fics I’ve recced till now? It’s my fav genre what can I do) flowers make me soft and these two acting like the ridiculous crushing idiots they are surrounded by them is just a recipe to make me happy lbr
it’s pouring out here again by shizuumi151 - no power/high school/basketball club AU and I’m pretty certain I suggested this one already between my favorite Kaminari fics? Cause he’s amazing in this one, he and Sero both - so are Bakugou and Kirishima, obviously, the whole atmosphere of the fic makes me genuinely happy every single time I read this fic (which I’ve done… way too many times in the last month already, honestly… rip this is a fav for sure)
Fight Meby ryonello - no quirks/nurse! Kirishima AU and oh my god this fic is so good - it’s fun? and bright? and Bakugou pines in the most endearing way ever? I spent the whole fic nodding and going same Baku same haha
From Pictures to Wordsby Kivea - snapchat AU snapchat AU snapchat AU!!!! Holy heck!!!! These!!!! NERDS!!!!!!! This is a seriously great fic - Baku/Mina friendship and the squad being it all there and Baku & Deku being on civil terms make it all even better, but g o d Bakugou and Kirishima in this fic. Jesus Christ. I love them so much I can’t even find the words to describe it
little are the things we learn by newamsterdam - a 5+1 fic, 6 PoV total each of them describing the KiriBaku relationship from the eyes of those aorund them - listen. Listen. This might be obvious, because newamsterdam is my absolute fave KiriBaku author, but I live and die for this fic - aside from how I adore the external PoV format in general, every single character is so incredibly IC? And the KiriBaku relationship is so so so well described and complete even if constantly seen from an outsider’s point of view? God, I love this fic. I should reread this fic right now, honestly
BECAUSE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH but of course no one could love him as much as Remus does
Like can you just imagine what Sirius felt when he found out he was disowned by his family because damn that must have hurt a fuck ton. It doesn’t matter if he hates them—they’re still family. And maybe, just maybe, he had been hoping against hope that they would change, no matter how impossible it may be, because Sirius Black is one arrogant little shit. But instead they disown him, forced his brother to immediately cut off all sorts of contact with him, and he was all alone again, but this time it was for real.
Because him being blasted off the family tree meant that no one stood up to defend his name in his absence. No one in his family gave a fuck about him, as they all stood there, assembled in the room, silently watching Wulburga Black exile her eldest son from the bloodline.
And, god, it hurt so damn much. The worst part? He had to act like everything was all dandy, because if he didn’t, people would start asking questions, and eventually, everyone would find out about it. And he didn’t want that. So he smiled and laughed and joked about, but there was always an ever present aching in his chest. He was getting quite used to it, actually, smiling through the pain. Because that’s all he ever learned to do when he had nothing left.
But Remus, oh, sweet Remus, he saw through the façade. He saw the the way his smile never truly reached his eyes, the carefully concealed pain behind his lighthearted words, the way Sirius would space out more than usual. Remus knew something was wrong, but if Sirius didn’t feel like telling him yet, then he wouldn’t prod for answers. All he needed to do was be there and make sure that Sirius knew this as well. And he did. Sirius definitely noticed that Remus joked about around him more often, and that the lycanthrope made sure that they were almost always somehow touching—a hand on the small of his back, an arm slung around his shoulder, hands brushing against his ever so lightly, and tight, crushing hugs—and he tried not to break down every time Remus gave him a warm smile, or when he would kindly correct Sirius’ mistakes instead of laughing at them.
Then Sirius had stumbled across the Common Room, drunk and pissed at the late hours of the night when no one else was awake, except for, of course, Lupin, who was leaning against the wall near the fireplace, waiting for his friend to come back. And he just blew up, shouting god forsaken shit at the other boy, calling him names and so much more, and he knew he had hurt Remus—he fucking knew, and it broke him, because he was actually saying them to himself more—but Remus never left his side.
“Are you finished?” he had asked, his face devoid of any emotion. When Sirius didn’t answer, the prefect strode over toward him, hands casually tucked inside the pockets of his pyjama shorts. “If you were trying to get to me, Pads, it didn’t really work, because I should have you know that most of those things you’ve said, I’ve been saying to myself. I know that you’re trying to push me away, but I’m a stubborn bastard, so you better learn to accept that and let me help you, or I’m not going to stop trying.”
And Sirius broke down, because finally—finally—someone cared. He didn’t give a bloody fuck if that sounded selfish, but after years of being raised to become perfect, to be someone he wasn’t, and have people care about him because of that image, he just snapped. All the years of pain and tiredness had come flooding out and he didn’t even protest as Remus enveloped him in a hug, murmuring comforts into his ears, and basically just becoming the anchor that Sirius needed so desperately because everything was always being taken away from him, and he knew that he needed something permanent—something stable and real and just there.
And that was Remus.
I’m so weak right now because of this wowza but I dont know how this turned into a Wolfstar post but I also really love Remus Lupin??? Also I don’t get why Lupin’s often projected as innocent and strict but with a good sense of humor so I just want to point out that he’s a stubborn and mischievous ass too ok bye
I found out today that the person who posted the original story line of Epic Mickey 2, before it was rewritten because of time constraints, deleted their blog without a warning. Though I don’t know them personally, I hope they are ok and things are going well for them.
That being said, I decided torepost the orginal over here since the post is no longer available.I do not take any credit for finding this.all that credit should go to McBasilRocks, who unfortunately I can not link due to being deactivated. I had to seriously dig to recover this, and I decided to repost it here before something happened and it was lost completely.
When I say that this was the original plot, I mean that it was the VERY original plot. And this wasn’t fan made either- as explained in the post, this was found while digging through the Wikipedia page for Epic Mickey, and was taken down by DISNEY for leaking prior to the game’s release.
Anyways; here’s the post, word-for-word, about the very very original plot of Epic Mickey 2:
BTS Reaction when they are at the same award show as their idol s/o after just starting to date. (but it is a secret that they are dating)
Seokjin: He wouldn’t look at you when he was sitting down in the crowd, but once he was on stage he would constantly sneak glances at you as he preformed. Not too many glances as he wouldn’t want to get caught.
Suga: He is mostly serious while on stage, but once his eyes land on you he is a smiling mess. Which causes you stress since you don’t want to be caught this early in the relationship. But despite all of that, you smile back.
Hoseok: Pop it, lock it, don’t stop it, drop it. He would put on a show, body rolls, just perfect dancing so he can impress only you. You would be a blushing mess.
Namjoon: He would rap with so much passion picking the most romantic songs to preform (expensive girl tf). He wouldn’t even be able to look at you because once his eyes locked onto yours, he wouldn’t be able to take them off. He wouldn’t want to raise suspicions so he hoped that you would know the songs were for you.
Jimin: This little bitch would sneak heart to you the whole damn award show wtf.
Taehyung: He would be so hype when you would preform (not like he is when everyone preforms). He would just be a little extra hype once you go up.
Jungkook: This little meme would think about you the whole performance and once he does the floor grind thing, he thinks about you under him and gets a full on boner which almost everyone gets on camera. Whoops, go jungcook. He would apologize for the situation afterwards feeling extremely embarrassed.
Hey guys, it’s admin Kale! I know I haven’t posted in a while, I’ve had school and work. I am now available and I’m going to stay up late to finish these asks (even though I have to get up early for work and it’s going to kick my ass, be grateful that I love you all).
Does anyone else get a lot of feels about Cassian as a child throwing rocks and bottles at Republic tanks and soldiers? His father peacefully protested the Republic’s militarism and look what they did to him. Can you imagine that angry, hurt child flinging rocks because he had nothing else, maybe delivering messages and carrying supplies for the Separatists because he could hide better in the rubble and was less suspicious than a grownup or older kid?
In our world children have been shot for throwing rocks at occupying forces. Did Cassian watch kids, kids he knew from his neighborhood being killed? Did he run away and hide, too scared to even cry, still clutching his rock and wishing it were a blaster, or a bomb?
By the time he was seven the Clone Wars ended and the Republic was replaced by the Empire. His enmity simply transferred to the Empire, a logical if extreme continuation of what the Republic had become.
Yet even in the Rebellion it was the Senators who called the shots, the Senators who told him to get blood on his hands, grinding him down to be harder and sharper until he hardly felt like a person. Even the name was cruel; the Allience to Restore the Republic. To restore what? Repression and destruction, children dying in the streets? The Senators promised things would be different this time, but that’s what they promised the first time around.
Did he think about taking up arms against the Republic, too, giving them more than rocks and bottles if the Alliance won and the demands of the downtrodden were not met? Did he think to live that long?
Perhaps his victory lay in this small, hard fact: The Senators might have had his life, but his death was his own. It wasn’t some Senator or General who told him to go to Scarif, he went against direct orders for the conscience he found still beating in him, for the wisp of a hope that he could protect other children from the fires of annihilation.
So Cassian Jeron Andor went to Scarif a free man, though freedom demanded an unfairly high price. He had known that already, though, from the moment his father’s lifeless body came home. Freedom was a mean, demanding bitch and he reached out and grasped her with both hands. He died in that embrace; it was all the choice he had in a broken universe.