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hi everyone! it’s aleena aka kihyunsgirl and i’m making my first follow forever!! (well…at least on this blog sdlfkjsf)

i had remade my blog two weeks ago for a mess of reasons, mostly with the mindset that no one really liked me/my blog anymore and that no one was gonna refollow me sldkfjsdf but damn u guys proved me wrong :/ lsdkfjsdf thank u for making me feel loved and like i’m not a Total loser and thank u for making my dash and this website an amazing place! i was so happy seeing so many ppl refollow me and so many new blogs follow me i didn’t think 500 ppl would give me so much love in just two weeks :(((( i love u ???? i don’t even make content i just show up here and gush abt kihyun…. some of yall aren’t even mx stans so thank u for putting up with me sldkfjsd

also i’m making this as more of a mutuals appreciation post bc this isn’t a full list of everyone i follow, but it is all my mutuals!! just know that if u follow me, whether it was today or yesterday or refollowing from my old blog, if we became friends last week or a year ago, or whatever it may be, my heart is so full of love for all of u!!! the sun shines for u the birds sing for u and my heart beats for u !! i hope all of u are having an amazing day and an amazing life and i hope that u are feeling happy and loved… im love u 

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let me love you (jefferson x reader x alex)

request : modern au??? angsty stuff !?? ooH basically ur eliza and Alex cheats on u and then u get pissed & break up w him and then go hook up w Jefferson to piss him off but then that becomes a thing and now Alex regrets everything (-anon)

warning : slight smut , angst, cussin, alex cheated so 

a/n : wooo writers block send me more requests. also its not v anon i know who sent this bc she kept on texting me to do it. 

“alex? what the fuck is this?” you choked, throwing your phone at him. Maria had texted you. is this y/n? im so sorry that i had to let you know this way. i just found out you are with alexander… we have been hooking up for about two months. im so so sorry he told me he was single. 

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a scenario where Yoosung says cute things in his sleep about MC and she overhears it? You're blog is so good omg!

(´∀`)♡ I love Yoosung, so yes! (And thank you so much!!)

 You and Yoosung had very different schedules. Often when the two of you could finally see each  other, both of you were incredibly exhausted. Him from studying and LOLOL, and you from bouts of working while dealing with homework.

But the two of you were determined to make this work. School alone shouldn’t stand between the two of you, right? And more often than not the two of you got to see each other on lunch breaks.

Today, however, Yoosung couldn’t keep his eyes open. He crammed last minute for a test, opting to wake up early rather than to stop playing LOLOL the night before, and the product of that was him yawning constantly while trying to pay attention to every word you said.

Which…Kind of resulted in him cutely mumbling about things you said five minutes ago, mixed in with random words.

“Work wasn’t too bad yesterday. I had a customer who gave me a tip! Enough to buy an extra box of cereal. People are starting to be nicer to cashiers, lately!”

“Mmm, good, good.”

“Yoosung, are you sure you don’t need to rest-”

“Penguins like cereal, right mc?”

Alright, that was it. He was already leaning on your shoulder, eyes closed. He’s obviously in that weird, half asleep state. That one you had been in when you shamed yourself in your sociology class that one time…

Ignoring your past embarrassments, you slowly eased Yoosung off your shoulder, trying your best not to make him flop onto the bed. He did wake up a bit, trying to mumble a half-hearted argument that he could stay awake, but you pushed his shoulder down and hushed him.

“Yoosung, you really need to get your sleep, okay? I’ll be here.”

He frowned as you pulled the covers over him, lightly grasping your hand. 

“But it’s MC and me’s day.”

Ahh, your cheeks reddened. He still had his eyes closed, but he wasn’t fully asleep yet. A cute frown and stubborn look on his face as he sleepily searched for your other hand.

You slipped your fingers with his, giving his hands a little squeeze.

“But I’ll be fine. It’ll still be our day when you wake up, okay? You need to rest.”

“But MC is so pretty…Zen will take her if I don’t wake up.”

Oh my god. You wanted to keep this going as much as you could. You quickly switched to sit on your knees, folding your arms on the bed and resting your head on them.

“Will he, now?”

“Mhmmm,” Yoosung shifted, hugging the pillow closer to his chest. “I gotta…Save her.”

Save you from Zen, oh my god. The only saving you needed was being saved from his unrelentless posting of selfies.

“What are you going to do when you save her, Yoosung?”

“I”m gonna…Give her big kiss.” He squeezed he pillow tightly, snuggling his face into it. “Give her all kisses.”

“Just kisses?”


You covered your mouth, trying to contain your giggles. But, enough was enough. You tucked in the mumbling Yoosung, catching a few “So pretty,”’s as you did so.

How did you get so lucky?

Illusion (Lance Tucker x Reader) part two

Part Two


Warnings: NONE, Swearing? Shirtless Lance?

If you haven’t seen part one, here it is :)

“Are you almost done?” Lance laid on your bed with his hands behind his head as you finished packing some stuff.

“Yeah give me five seconds.” You popped your head out of your closet before returning to folding the last of your clothes.

“You said that 10 minutes ago, we are going to miss the flight.”

“Stop nagging, you sound like my mother.” You zipped up your suitcase and brought it out into your bedroom. “Ok I’m done.”

“Finally.” Lance stood up. “Your bed is really comfortable Y/N. Should we get back into it?”

“I really hate you, you know that right?”

“Don’t kid yourself, you don’t hate me.” Lance smiled and walked out of your bedroom. You brought your suitcase out to Lance’s car. He opened the trunk and you put it in before walking to the passenger door and getting in. Lance’s black Cadillac was ridiculous but, it screamed Lance. Lance closed the driver’s door and turned on his car. The engine purred to life and the radio started playing. Lance had a playlist playing and the song Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado started blasting through the speakers.

“You listen to this?” You were holding back a laugh.

“Fuck you it’s a good song.” Lance looked over before backing out of your parking lot and heading down the road towards the highway.

The song continued to play and you found yourself singing along quietly. Lace would glance over to you every now and again when you’d say certain phrases. The next song to play was Starboy by The Weeknd

“You know, your playlist is very douchey, but It’s not bad.”

“Thank you? I’ve never had someone say my playlist is douchey but there’s a first for everything.”

You guys arrived at the airport and check in, sending your large suitcases on the way before heading over to the ridiculous line for security. The line took 45 minutes alone to get to the metal detectors. After an eternity and a half, you found your gate and set your stuff on a chair before plopping down.

“Do you want anything? I’m going to walk around and see what’s good.”

“If there is a Starbucks, I’ll take coffee.”

“Anything else?”

“If you stumble upon food, I won’t object.”

“Ok, I’ll brb.”

Lance walked off somewhere and you pulled out your phone, sending your mother a text that you were at the airport and what time your flight should land. She responded with an ok, and that she will have someone pick you up at the airport. You closed out your messages and put in your headphones. You played some music and put your feet up onto the chair, leaned your head on your hand, which rested on the arm rest. You closed your eyes and relaxed a bit, since you knew that you wouldn’t be getting much relaxation next 4 days. After a few minutes, you felt Lance’s presence return. You opened your eyes and saw he had a coffee extended towards you.

“Thanks.” You grabbed the cup and took a drink.

“No problem.” Lance looked over his shoulder towards the restaurant. “I forgot about food, but I saw the fucking hottest chick, I wish I could find a closet somewhere and invite her.”

You rolled your eyes and drank your coffee. “You’re ridiculous.” Lance had no response, except for the side look he gave you before drinking his own coffee.

The flight began boarding an hour later, once you guys found your seat you made yourself comfortable again, or at least as comfortable as you could on an airplane. It was 6am, so the plane was fairly packed for being an early 4th of July weekend flight. It had been a while since you’ve flown, so you were thankful that you wore shorts and a tank top, unlike Lance who was in dark jeans and a white t shirt.

30 minutes after taking your seats, the plane was finally moving towards the runway to take off. You pulled out a pack of gum to chew so your ears wouldn’t pop.

“Do you want gum?” You looked over to Lance while putting your piece of gum in your mouth.


The plane lifted and took to the sky while you watched Los Angeles’ skyline become smaller and smaller in the sunrise. Once the light became too much you closed the blind and pulled out the book you had been reading. Lance took out his phone and headphones, putting them in his ears before playing music, he closed his eyes and crossed his arms.

You had made it about 2 more chapter into your book when Lance’s head fell onto your shoulder. You looked over and saw that he was fast asleep. You decided not to shrug him off, since he was going to have hell to deal with back home. You hadn’t made it past the end of the chapter before you had also dozed off.

You awoke to someone grabbing your thigh and shaking it slightly. You opened your eyes and were immediately met with Lance’s blue ones.

“Hey we just landed.”

You stretched and let out a yawn before gathering your stuff.

Your mother had promised someone would be at the airport to pick you up, but you didn’t imagine it would be a chauffeur. You exchanged glances with Lance before following the man to the car he had parked outside. It was warm on the east coast, but wasn’t nearly as warm as California. The ride to your mother’s was a short one, she lived in a suburb only 5 miles away from the airport. You had never been to this house, since your mom had only lived here for a year.

The house was ridiculously large, there was a half circle driveway in the front with, of course, a fountain in the middle. The car came to a stop before the door was opened for you and Lance.

“Well, here were go.” You looked at Lance and he winked down at you before grabbing your hand and intertwining it with his. The two of you walked towards the front door and you grabbed the handle opening it. The foyer was empty but there were 4th of July decorations up.

“MOM?” You called out, before walking out of Lance’s grasp and looking towards the kitchen.

“Y/N, You’re here already?!” Your mother’s voice rang out from upstairs. You turned around and looked at the woman walking down the stairs. You walked towards her and she brought you into a hug. Once you guys separated, she held you at arm’s length, giving you a look up and down. “You’re getting way too skinny sweetheart. We need to make sure you eat this weekend.”

“Mom, I have to be in shape for trials next week.”

“I’m still making sure you eat, screw your diet.”

“Mom, this is Lance. You guys have met before, but he,” You took a second before finishing your sentence, the words coming out so foreign. “is my boyfriend.” You walked closer to Lance and grabbed his arm. He looked down and you, slightly shocked by the contact. “Lance this is my mother, Y/M/N.”

“Oh yeah, aren’t you Y/N’s coach?”

Lance nodded, and looked at you. “Uh, yep. It’s great to finally meet you. Or officially meet you, should I say.”

“Leave it up to my daughter to get herself an older man, and her coach, of course.” Your mother rolled her eyes and motioned between Lance and you. You shifted where you stood and shot her a look. “You two must be exhausted, let me show you to where you’ll be staying.” Your mother turned around and headed back up the stairs. You look up at Lance and clenched your jaw before signaling your eyes towards your mother. Lance chuckled under his breath before putting a finger gun towards his head and pretending to shoot it.

You started up the stairs and followed your mother up towards a bedroom, she opened the door and lead you guys in.

“Hopefully this will be fine? There was bathroom through that door there.”

“Yeah it’s fine thanks mom.”

“Ok well I’ll leave you guys to get comfortable, I had Andrew bring your stuff up while we were talking, your suitcases are in the closet, over there.” Your mother walked past and closed the door after she stepped into the hallway. You walked over to the bed and fell onto it.

“She’s even more insufferable that I remember.” You laid your arm over your face. “How the fuck will we survive?”

“Jesus Y/N, When you said she was bad, I did not think she’d be this bad. Jesus fucking Christ. I want to leave, already.”

“No you don’t” You sat up and pointed towards Lance. “We are in this together now mister. The only thing that can give us solace is the fact that there will be so much alcohol in this house this weekend.”

“Now, that is something I can look forward to.”

Lance jumped on the bed next to you and laid on his stomach, burying his face into the blanket to let out a yell.

“Did I ever mention, I just fucking hate parents. I’ve had to meet so fucking many, and I hate, all of them. Parents fucking suck.” Lance sighed in frustration before standing up and walking towards his suitcase. “I’m going to take a shower.” Lance walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. “You’re more than welcome to join.”

“Ew, no what the fuck.”

“Your loss.” Lance closed the door and turned on the shower. You rolled over on the bed and closed your eyes. You hadn’t planned on falling asleep, you just wanted to rest for a second.

When Lance come out of the bathroom in gray sweatpants and no shirt on, he was running a towel through his hair. He looked over and saw you sleeping in your clothes, as if you just knocked out. Lance threw the towel over the chair and walked over to you. He went to your converse and untied them, before sliding them off your feet and setting them next to the chair before walking back over.

“Hey, Y/N Here,” Lance grabbed the blanket from underneath you. “Let me put this blanket on you.” You shifted in your sleep, gaining enough consciousness to help get yourself tucked in before rolling over and completely passing out again. Lance walked to the other side of the bed, sliding under the blanket and taking another look at you before turning his back to you and closing his eyes.

You woke up to the setting sun hitting your face from the window. You rubbed your eyes before reaching down into your pocket, grabbing your phone. It was 15 minutes to 6, and the party was at 6:30, luckily you didn’t plan on dressing up too much. You looked to your right, finding Lance, still sleeping. He was laying on his stomach with his arms under the pillow, face towards you. You suddenly remembered that he helped you under the blanket on the bed. Lance was always cocky in LA while he was in his element, but you were really hoping that he’d let his walls down and show a softer side the next 4 days.

You took the blankets off you and stretched, Lance stirred and opened his eyes. “What time is it?”

“Almost 6. The party is at 6:30.”

“I don’t wanna go to the party.”

You stood and walked over to your suitcase and grabbed the dress that you planned on wearing, and the sandals. You walked into the bathroom and stripped yourself of you clothes and stepped into the dress. You opened the door to Lance, standing in a white button up shirt, wide open, and his grey sweatpants still. He was looking down when you emerged, not catching the look of surprise on your face, a warmth growing in your lower belly. You shook it off and cleared your throat.

“Can you zip this for me?”

“Uh, yeah.”

You walked over to Lance and turned around. He grabbed the zipper, pulling it up slowly, his fingers brushing against you slightly leaving chills up your spine at the lost contact.

“They you go.” He put his hands on your shoulders, giving them a small squeeze. You ran you hand through your hair and went back into the bathroom to put on some light makeup and lipstick. You grabbed your shoes and walked back into the bedroom towards the bed to put your shoes on.  Lance was wearing grey pants, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, the top buttons on his shirt, un done.

“I’m so proud of you, you’re not wearing red, white, and blue, or a track suit. I’m so proud.”

“You’re so funny. You know me, I like to kiss ass and make parents like me.”

“I really doubt my mother will like you, or me, or anyone but this fake life she lives.”

“Wanna bet? 100 bucks says I can make her like me.”

“You’re on.” You shook his hands while laughing and finished getting ready.

You were sitting down at one of the many tables in the backyard, drinking a glass of champagne when you felt the chair next to you move, and Lance sit down next to you.

“These people aren’t taking the bait.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Maybe they see through your bullshit.”

“But that’s not possible, I’m really good.”

You stood up, still laughing at the desperation in Lance’s voice. “Well, you can keep trying I’m going to find something stronger.” You motioned towards your glass before walking away and heading back into the empty house. There was a full bar lining the counters, with ending possibilities of mixed drinks. You decided to make yourself a jack and coke. You walked over towards the living area to look at the pictures on the fire place. There were some of Mark’s children and he and mom. Then in the middle, was a picture of you at your first Olympic Game. You were 16 and it was the same year you messed up your hamstring.

“I still remember when you won.” Mark walked up next to you and put an arm around your shoulder, kissing the top of your head. “I felt so bad that I could see you earlier kiddo.”

“It’s ok, I was tired anyways. Plus, I knew I would see you tonight.” You smiled up at him.

“When is your next competition? I want to try and get off work.”

“Um in 4 weeks is the Games, next week is trials so hopefully I’ll qualify and then I’m back to Toronto.”

“You’ll do great. I’ll even get your mother to come around.”

“Thanks Mark.” You leaned into his side hug and he squeezed your arm before walked back towards the kitchen. “Hey Lance, you treat this one well, she is amazing. Don’t hurt her.”

“She really is great.”

You kept your back towards the men, but smiled at the compliment. You heard Mark leave the room and Lance walked up next to you with a glass.

“So, does everybody love you yet?”

“No. I don’t get it; the east coast is fucked.”

You laughed and took a drink. “I’m sorry your ego is deflating.”

Lance just sighed and chugged the rest of his drink.

“Do you want another drink?”

“Yeah. Thanks” You downed your drink and handed him the glass.

“Anything specific?”

“No, not really.”

Lance walked over to the bar and you followed.

“I really don’t want to go back outside.”

“Let’s just explore.”

“I’m pretty sure there is like a movie theater down stairs. We can just watch some shitty movie and get fucking wasted.”  

“Let’s find it.”

Lance handed you the drink and he grabbed another bottle before you guys went to find the basement door. You found the door and went downstairs. There was a bunch of couches and chairs with a large screen and a wall of movies.

“So, I say we just close our eyes and pick a random one?” Lance suggested standing in front of the large shelf.

“Sure.” You walked over and pointed to a random disc. Lance grabbed it and took it off the shelf. The movie as called ‘The Covenant’.

“Well this looks god awful.”

“Yeah I’m sure there will be enough drink worthy moments.”

Lance put the disc in and you took off your shoes, sitting down and grabbing a blanket putting it on your legs. Lance took a seat by you and grabbed the bottle of Tequila. The movie was truly god awful and before you were even 20 minutes in you were already slightly drunk. Lance and you just made joke and talked shit about the whole movie. The worse character in the movie was the villain Chase, it was laughable and you found yourself just rolling your eyes and drinking whenever the movie became ridiculous.

Lance and you made it about halfway through the movie before you both knocked out. The movie playing out until the end as you guys slept.


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Playing Pretend

Yoongi slowly walked toward the small house snuck in between bigger buildings at the end of the street. He needed to do this, it had been weeks since he’d last talked to his mother and he was sure she was getting antsy, if the the 121 missed calls and 53 voice messages meant anything. This was just how his life was and he needed to suck it up. Cause Yoongi had learned early on that pity and sadness only equated weakness. When he arrived at the door, he saw it was just as beaten down as the last time he’d seen it, the paint chipped so bad that it looked like an animal had attacked it. He sighed and rang the doorbell, adjusting the one cheap tie he had bought years ago for occasions like this. His suit was two sizes too big and his dress shirt still had a stain from his last visit (hopefully his mother wouldn’t be able to tell). I mean Yoongi wasn’t poor, far from that, his “extracurricular activities” paid well. But Yoongi also believed in not using money where it wasn’t needed. The money it would take to buy a better suit, he could just give to his mom. Combing his hair with his fingers one last time, Yoongi took in a deep breath and pasted on a fake smile. The door creaked open and before him stood his small, stocky mom. Frown lines more prominent, hair grayer, but smile just as bright as ever. Yoongi loved his mother (She was the only family that was worth shit anyway). And he knew what it would do to her to know how he actually survived. So a couple times a year he would dress up in his “office worker” costume and play pretend. He didn’t want to be a bigger disappoint than he already was. Right when she saw him, Yoongi was pulled into a bone crushing hug that smelled of cinnamon and old memories.

“Momf I canth brefthe” Yoongi muffled as his moms relentless hold tightened.

“That’s what you get for making me worried for days. Come back sooner. Have you no respect for your mother. I wait and wait and you never call or com-”

“Alright, alright sorry, I know I suck, I should come more often, but um… work gets very stressful mom.” Yoongi said cutting her off and finally pulling out of the hug. As soon as he mentioned work, his mothers face fell into a sympathetic and worrisome state.

“They’re not overworking you are they. If they are Yoongi say something, they can’t treat you however they want you know” His mother stated defiantly. Worked up on Yoongi’s behalf. She led him into the house and walked straight to the kitchen. If Yoongi knew his mother, he knew there was a feast waiting for him.

“I know mom. Thanks” he sighed sitting down at the table with copious amounts of food on it. “How do you always out do your self. Mom I’m not starving. I don’t send you money just so you can make me dinner that could feed an army.”

“Just say thank you and eat the food. If I don’t spend money on my boy then who else would I spend it on.” She asked, incredulous. She sat down beside him and started placing food on his spoon and plate. “I only need to see you happy to be happy.” Yoongi’s mom was a sap, and she knew just the words to melt his heart. Had it been anyone else, Yoongi would’ve scoffed and degraded their entire existence, but to his mother he could only smile and shove his face. He knew the routine by now, after stuffing himself with food until he weighed about 20 lbs heavier, Yoongi would be asked a series of questions regarding his personal life, then he would mention his workload and his mom would pack him the food he wasn’t able to finish (which could honestly last him a month) and he’d be on his way. The process took about 3hrs. It was simple and always the same. Except this time Jimin had called him nearing the end of the personal questionnaire portion of the evening and his mother had seen the contact info before he quickly hung up. Now he could’ve made any excuse to who Jimin was, If the idiot thug wasnt as possessive as he was, and hadn’t changed his name in Yoongi’s phone from “Rich Asshat” to “❤️Jiminie❤️”. I mean yeah he’d done it months ago, which gave Yoongi plenty of time to change it back, but Yoongi’s excuse of always being too busy remained strong. (Also there was the fact that his name was saved as “Suga😍👌🏾👅” in Jimins phone and he secretly loved the personal feeling it gave off, but you’d catch him dead before he admitted that). So instead of 3hrs it took 4 and a half, as he kept repeating that Jimin wasnt anything serious but rather just a casual relationship. And the hearts around his name were a joke, but his mother wasn’t truly convinced. So he now had to bring Jimin to dinner next time he came, and it had to be before the month ended, or he’d “see his mother’s wrath”. Yoongi grumbled and pouted the rest of the night and huffed an annoyed sigh as he grabbed the bags of food and gave his mother a kiss on the check as he left her home.

“I’m excited to see him.” She smiled, and then narrowed her eyes and continued, “and if I don’t then you won’t have a mother either.” Dramatic was her middle name.

“Yeah yeah” he waved as he left her behind. Playing pretend for his mother was a habit by now. And he sometimes believed she played along. How else would the warm scene of a broken down family, which consisted of a alcoholic, weak mother and her prostitue son making ends just barely meet make sense. Playing pretend was all the two had left, and they took their roles seriously. Cause when Yoongi left the cabinet under the sink would open and wouldn’t close the day before Yoongi next came. Their fucked up lives took breaks for only 3hrs a couple of times a year. Maybe that’s why when Yoongi was far away, he pulled out his phone and dialed the first name on his missed calls list.

“I don’ like it when ya keep me waitin darlin” the voice slurred as Jimin picked up the call.

“I was busy. With my mom. I told you. Why’d you call” he replied short and straight.

“Cuss I missd’ ma baby, and wanted ta play” Jimin continued, voice filled with flirtations. Yoongi fought back a smile, and kept his voice emotionless, he was prostitute, that owed Jimin a shit ton, nothing more and nothing less.

“On my way. But I need to talk to you about something. A favor.” Yoongi said, fully aware of the teasing that would follow.

“Anotha one, ya really like usin’ me don’ ya. Guess we'r jus gonna have ta add it ta ya list. What does ma darlin need.” Jimin asked amused. Yoongi sighed, this would probably equal a 2 weeks worth of fucking, but it really didn’t matter, he basically owed Jimin for life. And he wasn’t really complaining about it either.

“I’ll tell you when I see you.” Yoongi replied, “it’s not that big of a deal compared to what I’ve asked of you before”

“At this point it don’ matta darlin, I’m doin errythin for ya. An I don’ mind” Jimin answered with the same amused and flirtatious voice that now somehow seemed reserved for Yoongi. “Can’ wait ta feel ya baby” he added his voice dipping low. Yoongi hid the arousal from his voice as he just hummed back and then proceeded to end the call. He knew was fucked, but hey at least he was also getting fucked.

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A Book About Mental Illnesses: Chapter Titles

1) my drink smells a little weird and now i cant drink it (episode 19)

2) “my pencil is 3 inches from where i left it” and other reasons i know someone went through my stuff

3) im not saying it has to be perfect but if it isnt i might die

4) this song has been playing for 3 hours now and i can no longer tell when it starts or ends

5) if the feet on the keyboard arent flipped up while im typing im going to start crying

6) im failing 3 classes but at least im not hungry at the moment

7) if anyone touches me then one of us may die

8) am i a hypochondriac or am i just imagining that i am

9) I Saw A Cute Bug But I Swear Thats Probably Not Why Im Crying

10) Whats that sound? Whats that sound? Whats that sound? Whats tha

11) whoa neat when did i start crying

12)               ,,,              •`-‘•           ,         ,,

13) im too tired to sleep and have been for the past 8 days

14) yes i may be paranoid but that doesnt mean im wrong

15) ive changed my phone wallpaper 12 times in the last 4 minutes

16) sorry i dont remember todays date, can i make it up to you by giving you a dictionary definition to any word you want

17) i havent felt an emotiom in over 3 months but look at this neat slinky i got

18) ive been staring at this cornflake for ten minutes and i can see gods face in it

19) what are thoughts and how do i have them

20) it was 9 pm two minutes ago, what do you mean it’s 1 am

21) i know you were talking but i dont know why or what you said, could you start over (take 6)

22) i just closed my eyes and slid one dimension to the left

23) does target at three am still count as a liminal space if time doesnt exist around me anyways

24) i can always tell when ive seen or heard an actor before in a different show and today i noticed an actor from johnny test in my favorite movie and cant watch it ever again

25) i know what this word means but im gonna google it 8294 times just to be sure

26) my legs are floating 4 inches above the rest of me, send help

28) i read this thing 45 times before i realized i had spelled “illnesses” like “illmesses” and i can feel my soul leaving my body


30) you talked to me twice? i love you now

31) my friend used slightly different tone than usual, they obviously hate me and are plotting my demise

32) the ADD made me skip the long post and then the paranoia made me go back up and read it just in case it was important

33) theres nothing more important to me than liveblogging everything i do

20 Questions with Dr Ferox #12

I am beyond tired folks, struggling to set by body clock back after a night shift again. It’s a peculiar mix of grunge and headache without having done anything super fun to deserve it, so my apologies if I’m a little slow on the uptake.

But here I have 20 more questions and comments you’ve sent me, so lets get into them. I have tried to tag the question askers, but if you asked on Anon then you’ll have to look through yourself to see if you’ve been answered yet.

Anonymous said: How is Lucifer doing? Are you still seeing him? I checked the archives, but I didn’t see any updates past a point and I was curious about the bunbun.

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Does anyone else remember this pop song from around 2008?

by reddit user hartijay

I used to work on my university campus radio station in college. We used to talk about current events around the school, any news around the surrounding town, and played requested songs for students, something our school surprisingly allowed. I remember a very weird couple of months where students who tuned into the show constantly requested a song called “See You After, Babe”, a pop song by some one-hit-wonder group called Symmetry Icon, the dumbest name for a band I’ve ever heard. But that song was huge around October and November of 2008. As one of the campus radio’s DJs, I had to play that song over like a hundred times in two months. I heard it everywhere, in malls, gas stations, on real radio stations, and I think even on MTV.

Something was weird about that song, but I couldn’t remember exactly what. I tried Googling the song and band, but nothing came up in the results for either. Not even YouTube had a single clip of the song.

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[Femslash February]: Theme Park

this got a touch angsty and im sorry. it ends on a good note tho, i promise

also: the cauldron ride i mention is like the American-version of the teacup rides. y’all know the one. 

Day 13: Theme Park (Alyanette + post-reveal)

Words: 2106

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

[Previous: Aquarium]

Marinette pressed her car keys and two tickets to Parc Asterix in Alya’s hands one morning. “Let’s go on a day trip.”

She’d interrupted Alya while she was in the middle of typing an article she had due in a few days. But Alya grabbed the tickets and flipped them over in her hands to make sure they were real. “You blasted money on these? We haven’t gone to that place in years – ”

“I know!” Marinette shouted. She closed her eyes and breathed through her nose, trying to control her tone. “I-I know I just….I wanna go now, okay? I just. I need to go, and I need you to come with me.”

Alya frowned and pushed Marinette’s hair behind her ears, fingers getting caught in the tangles that Marinette hadn’t combed out in three days. “Okay, um. Let me just save this and get my coat. Then we’ll go, okay?”

Marinette waited in the living room – sans makeup, in old clothes she never liked wearing out the house, hair uncombed and thrown into a bun – while Alya packed them cold lunches and collected her money and credit cards. 

The akuma attack ten days ago was one of the scary ones that only ever cropped up a handful of times. The last one was over a year ago, far enough back to lull the city and Ladybug into a false sense of security and make this new one particularly horrifying. Alya wasn’t able to catch all the footage, but the rest of the Internet had filled in the gaps. See, when your wife was flying across the city and battling an akuma that could make objects and people disintegrate with a single touch, you couldn’t help but be filled with excitement and pride, and you feel privileged to even know someone as strong and selfless as that, let alone be married to them. 

But when you see her pinned down by that akuma, his hand hovering just above her face, poised to kill and not harm, you get snapped back to a sobering sort of reality that reminds you how much danger she puts herself in everyday. 

Apparently, she got away with only a singed cheek since Chat Noir had finally recovered from his injuries in time to save her. All was well in the end, and Alya had sobbed into Adrien’s shoulder that day, thanking him with a level of sincerity she hadn’t thought herself capable of. But Marinette had come home that day, called out of work for a week, left her discarded clothes on the floor of their bedroom, and crawled into bed. It was five days since then, and she hadn’t done much else but stay there. 

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Right this is the last time im gonna say this (first time saying it on here)

Not all my friends offline watch wrestling, four do and one in particular has always had a problem with me being a shibata fan.

Some of you will know this story but for those who dont many years ago a little after shibata’s debut he was in a match in which he performed an elbow drop that wemt horribly wrong and from that drop another wrestler suffered a subdural hemotoma (YES EXACTLY WHAT SHIBATA HAS NOW) and unfortunately that wrestler went into a coma and died four days later. It was A FREAK ACCIDENT.

now heres why im annoyed. My friend does not allow me to talk about shibata she shuts it off cause she thinks he shouldnt be allowed to wrestle from his headbutts, to his affair (which is not in ring related) and to that incident with that wrestler.

So when i was chatting about how shibata had the same injury she was like well maybe its revenge for what he did karma and all that bullshit and it pissed me off.

She would wish harm on him to stop him wrestling AND I CANT STAND OR CONDONE THAT ATTITUDE. She was all he got what he deserved and blah blah but guys that injury was serious and couldve been even more serious as they said in two articles at one point the right side of his body was displaying signs of paralysis and they suspected brain damage, shibata couldve gotten off a whole lot worse and he is very lucky to have had a successful surgery. I even sometimes see this on facebook

Im sick of this bret hart attitude i see with shibata among my offline peer group. Accidents happen look at wrestling these things happen, they do all they can to prevent them from happening as best they can.

Sorry about the ranting post guys but between shibata and a bunch of others ive seen getting that kind of crap spewed it frustrates me and it upsets me. Ive two friends offline that doesnt attack me for liking shibata,hopefully you guys havent experienced this crap like i did

@daintymissdevitt @shadow-of-wonder @leelakoiwolff @fuckyeahbulletclub @50shadesofadamcolebaybay @megan-monroe

as advertised. a much too long newsies headcanon post. whoops!! sorry folks

  • most of the newsboys are mentally ill lmao like jack definitely has depression, crutchie, davey, jack, and racetrack have chronic anxiety, spot has like this whole cocktail of shit, and a lot of the other newsies have various forms of ptsd frm past abuse and/or losing people close to them. you dont become a newsie bc ur life is perfect at home lmao
  • and! this means that they all have complicated coping mechanisms & triggers & since they all live in such close proximity (minus spot sorry spot) they learn how to navigate around those triggers & what those coping mechanisms are. mentally ill newsie fam yall
  • like of course they dont use the words ‘trigger’ or ‘mentally ill’ bc its 1899 but like everyone knows that if you shout too loudly race gets scared and if you talk about knives kid blink will start panicking and not to stop jack from talking abt santa fe bc if you do he shuts down. stuff like that. they learn to accommodate each other
  • plus if one of them is having an awful day and cant sell or cant get out of bed the other guys cover the slack for him. like somedays crutchie’s leg totally freezes up and he cant move so they’ll divvy up some extra papes and make sure he can eat some food and afford another night in the lodging house. or somedays mush gets real distant and starts talking in spanish and doesnt seem to know where he is so they’ll sell his papes too
  • idc if this is historically accurate but theres girl newsies and they kick ass okay theyre just really cool and theyre all lesbians
  • on the same subject, all of the newsies are sga lmao all of them. and they all know they all are and they never talk abt it much but theres this understanding between them u kno. like if jack says hes goin to see davey and he doesnt come back until the next day u dont need to ask whats up
  • and you know, sometimes someone’ll crack a joke like when mush says “met this girl last night” and everyones like haha! mush thats hilarious! youre gay!
  • they take Such good care of the little newsies and some of the older guys will say theyre just selling with the kids for the cute factor but really its a dangerous city and letting a seven yr old boy run around it all day alone is a recipe for disaster. theres a lot of little brother-big brother relationships that spring up lmao
  • most of them dont know when their birthdays are but sometimes they just wanna celebrate it so maybe everyone wakes up one day and racetrack’s like guess what. it’s my birthday. and everyones like oh nice race but wasnt it your birthday two months ago???
  • davey brings his homework to the lodging house sometimes and sometimes people ask him questions about this or that math problem and this or that novel hes reading and they all kinda end up getting a bit of a secondhand education bc davey REALLY likes to talk abt school shit
  • i know everyone likes to hc that brooklyn has like this Super Tough Monarchy and that spot killed the last brooklyn king to assume the throne or smth but i personally like to believe that the brooklyn kingship kinda works like the dread pirate roberts from princess bride. like one day the king before spot was like Well. I’m Done, and just passed it down to one of his friends
  • brooklyn totally lets those succession-by-death rumors fly tho. a little extra clout never hurts when youre dealing with the entirety of new york city
  • spot conlon has never killed anyone in his Life ok im telling you,,hes an asshole and a bit of a politician but he didnt do That for chrissakes hes like 15. he just gets a lot of respect as the brooklyn leader bc hes fair and tough and real smart and knows how to run his damn city
  • the manhattan lodging house newsies save one of the papers from the strike, the one with all their pictures on it, and pin it to the wall in the dorm and it stays there for like, literally years. like way after les has aged out of selling. and their faces are still on the wall for the current newsies to look at and admire. the legendary jack kelly…davey jacobs, spot conlon, racetrack, kid blink, mush, specs, boots…yeah. the paper stays up
  • in conclusion this post is so long and im sorry
  • the newsies r all gay and mentally ill and are the pinnacle of the found family theme goodnight
Regarding Chris “Kirbopher” Niosi

This post has been ten years coming.

Now, let me preface this by saying that I know for a fact that very few people like Kirbopher, but because of the state of the animation and voiceover industries, no one has the courage to say it without looking like a drama stirrer. I have no attachment to any industry, although I used to date an animator/storyboarder. Every time the conversation of Kirb being an awful, disgusting person comes up online, several people chime in and a friend of mine and I have gotten followers because of it. Hell, I even hung out with Egoraptor and his friends, and we spent hours that night dragging Kirb for all he’s worth.

And yeah, haha, Kirb’s bad, funny joke, but no, it’s not just his art quality that’s (subjectively) not very great. Kirb is one of the most selfish, abusive people I have ever met. He is part of why I have no memory of the year 2011. This isn’t going to take the traditional form of a “callout” post, rather, I will be dissecting two chat logs and an email sent to me by him.

Some background: I met Kirbopher through Bryon “Psyguy” Beaubien, who I have called out previously, alongside their mutual friend CrikeyDave. I have also called out Kirb’s ex, Liz Losey. Here is the post, I recommend reading it for further context, as I remember her abuse very well, on top of Kirb’s part in it. I understand if you stop believing me at this point, but please understand that SuperPsyguy’s whole group of friends were either abusers or abuse victims. Kirb stayed for the longest out of all of them. Guess which one he was?

Anyway, I will explain the story through these logs. Thank you for listening.

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**i deleted the blog that i originally posted this on but somehow someone was able to save it and submit it to me now!? so holy shit here’s my drugstore makeup masterpost for all of you who’ve been asking**

you guys asked me to do this 5000 years ago and i just got around to it im so sorry but if you still care here it is ;D

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bllarke-blxke  asked:

What would a delinquent road trip include?

Hope this was what you were looking for! I kind of derailed a whole bunch and it turned out super long aha! So we have Javen, Honty?, Linctavia, Briller, Monroe, Finn and wells brotp and developing Clexa and Murphamy. Let me know if you want more or if anything doesn’t make sense xx

  • They have all the group necessities like food, water, two person tents, first aid kit etc. but also a rule where everyone is only allowed a duffel bag, a water bottle, a blanket and a pillow
  • Taking Jasper and Monty’s kombi
  •  Murphy’s Mercedes 
  • and of course Lincoln and Octavia’s motorbikes
  • “Octavia, no. Not happening.” “Oh come on, Bell. I just got my license.” “I’ll be there to guide her the whole way.” “Lincoln if you want to keep your head screwed on I suggest you shut up.” “Raven, stay out of this.“ 
  • "CLARKE, BELLAMY’S BEING A CONTROLLING DICK AGAIN!” “I’m your brother not her!” “Bellamy, she has her instructor with her and you’ll be watching her through the rear view mirror the whole time." 
  • "Please, he’ll be eating my dust.” “Please, he’ll be staring at Murphy’s rear-” “Not helping, girls. Bellamy, let her have some fun.”
  • ”…If she crashes I’m burying you alive with her.“ "She won’t crash, now put the dad voice away for five seconds please and help me find the first aid kit.” “Hypocrite.”
  • Monty and Jasper arrive blaring their specialised General Lee’s dixie horn
  • “Wait no, you guys can’t abandon me.” “So just comes with us then, he’s got spare if O’s taking her bike too.”
  • “Oh that works then I can go with Lexa in the van.”
  • Miller winking at Clarke over Bellamy’s head that bit too suspiciously
  • “What nooooo, no, no. You want small cramped spaces with cuddling and whispering.” “I don’t want her first impression of my friends being from a small cramped space with Murphy.”
  • “…I fucking hate this car.” “She fucking hates you right back, Blake.”
  • Miller screaming “WHO’S READY TO GO FUCKING CROSS COUNTRY?” Out the window and Jasper screams back “SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE!”
  • At least three quarters of the group groaning “why did I agree to this?”
  • Lincoln and Octavia tearing out in front of everyone the second they get on the highway
  • “Careful Blake you might pop a vein soon.” “Shut up, Murphy.”
  • “Jasper, turn the music down.”
  • “Monty you are not smoking that while driving.”
  • “Raven stop kicking your boyfriend’s seat.”
  • “Harper don’t follow her fucking lead.”
  • “Finn, stop flinging hair bands back at Wells.”
  • “Wells stop hogging all the chips.”
  • “Jesus, you really are their mom aren’t you.” “I don’t mind.” “Yeah well, just wait till we get a few drinks in her.” “We are not talking about that." 
  • "I am glad I got in the back with the best friend.” “Oh you want embarrassing drunk stories?” “Raven, no. Shush. Go back to annoying the lanky one.” “OI!" 
  • "So what kind of embarrassing are we talking?” “You, ma'am, have just hit the gold mine.”
  • “Bellamy, they’re fucking making out again.” “Monroe, I’m sorry but I can’t fix that.” “I can.”
  • “JESUS MURPHY IS THAT A FUCKING WATER PISTOL?!” “I’ve got one with pepper water in it if you don’t stop.”
  • “You got an AUX cord in here?” “This car was built in the fucking 70’s Miller of course it doesn’t-” “Raven hooked one up for him last Christmas.” “Monroe, you fucking traitor you asked for it-DID YOU STEAL MY WATER PISTOL.” “…maybe.”
  • “Bellamy, can you lift your seat up a bit.” “Yeah mate…Murphy how the fuck do I do that.” “It’s the lever by your knee fuckwad.” “What?” “There by your - oh for fucks sake, here.”
  • Murphy reaching between Bellamy’s leg to pull it foreword and he goes bright red
  • “You look like a fucking cherry tomato Blake drink some water.” “Always a thirsty one huh, Bellamy-ow.”
  • Lincoln and Octavia finally reappearing on the horizon around lunch
  • “Oh thank god, I thought Bellamy was going to kill me.” “At least you know they’ll always come back for food?” “Cute, Lex. Real cute.”
  • Harper, Raven, Finn and Wells all falling out of the kombi in an effort to stretch
  • “Who’s ready for some lunch?”
  • Everyone grumpily declaring yes at the same time
  • “Jasper, did you put my pickles on?” “Yes.” “And the spicey mustard?” “Yes.” “And the-” “French ham, yes.” “Perfect.”
  • “NO GRATITUDE KISSING AT THE TABLE!” “Monty, you just kissed me for passing you a fork.” “We don’t count, we’re the adorable couple.”
  • “Excuse you? Have you seen my boyfriend.” “Miller, quit it.”
  • “Oh come on, Clarke. It’s just a little hike down the river.” “No, Finn. This trip just started. I told Wells dad I would keep it together at least three days before I lost you two to the wilderness.” “But that was a joke.” “It really wasn’t.”
  • “Hey Lex, how’s it all going?” “Good…they’re a bit…” “Full on? You can take my bike ahead with O if you need.” “No, no. It’s good.” “You sitting next to Clarke huh?” “Yup.” “She doing that mindlessly tracing your tattoo thing.” “Yup.” “She taught Octavia that one.” “…it works." 
  • "Ready to hit the road again?” “No.” “Bell, he can’t be that bad.” “He fucking threw my map out the window.” “Yeah well you were probably being a dick.” “I give up.”
  • “Jasper’s turn to drive, fuck yeah.” “We’re all going to die.” “Don’t be so dramatic, buttercup.” “The fuck did you just call me mop head?”
  • Finn tackling Wells to the ground so Raven just helps Lexa step on top of them to get in the back
  • “Wait, I thought they were the adventure duo?” “They are.”
  • Rule 2: 30 mins before sunset = quiet time
  • “So we just don’t talk?” “Not till the sun goes behind the horizon. It helps people cool off.”
  • Jasper and Raven in the front and she has her legs up on the dashboard for him to run his hand over when he isn’t changing gears
  • Monty sitting side ways so Harper can cuddle into his chest and play with his hands
  • Finn silently showing Wells how to carve patterns into some wood blocks they found
  • Clarke occasionally readjusting their hands to chisel better
  • Lexa doing nothing else but watch Clarke draw the sunset
  • “Bellamy is it quiet time?” “Yup.” “I’m gonna nap, wake me up when it’s done.” “Us too.” “Sure thing.”
  • Monroe pulling her trusty cap down to block out the sun but Bryan and Miller just lounge out across each other
  • Bellamy and Murphy doing nothing else but pretending to be reading/ paying attention to the music as they constantly side eye each other in the pink light
  • Up ahead Lincoln and Octavia are slowly drawing a criss cross pattern with their bikes
  • The second the sun vanishes behind the horizon Jasper slams his hand on the horn
  • “Oh my god Monty, I’m so sorry.” “What happened?” “I accidentally kneed him in the nuts.”
  • “Shit, Clarke I spilt water on your drawing.”
  • “Okay, Jasper. Next time, we think these things through, please.”
  • “…I thought it was pretty fucking funny.” “God damnit Raven.”
  • “Are we stopping yet? I gotta pee.”
  • “My leg is cramping.”
  • “How the fuck are we going to set up in the dark?”
  • “It’s not my fault we don’t have a map” “YOU’RE THE ONE WHO THREW IT OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW.“
  • "Almost at the camp site guys.”
  • “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”
  • “…how much do you wanna bet Bellamy’s having the worst time of his life right now?” “How much do you wanna bet Bellamy’s having the best time of his life right now?” “Wait what.” “Seriously boys you can’t be that hopeless.” “Rude, Harper. Rude.”
  • Finally finding the camp site and having to hold up torches so people can build their tents in the dark
  • “Can’t we all just sleep in the van?” “No Jasper, 15 of us aren’t going to fit into the van.” “And you just want to break rule three.”
  • Rule three: no couples sleeping in the same place - so they draw names to see who gets who
  • Monty picks Jasper straight off the bat “FUCKING RIGGED I TELL YOU!”
  • Harper with Lincoln “ohhhh can you teach me how to braid like you do with O’s hair?”
  • Finn with Raven “well this is going to be weird.” “Fuck off, Reyes.”
  • Clarke drawing kombi which means she gets to pick two other people “Octavia annnnnnnndddddddd Lexa.”
  • “HEY NOT FAIR! NO COUPLES!” “There not dating, Jasper, rules are rules.” “Bellamy, you’re so fucking biased.” “It’s the rule.”
  • Monroe and Bryan “you kick me, you die.”
  • Miller and Wells “you feeling jealous finny boy?” “Yes.” “Wait what.”
  • Getting to the very end and everyone goes really quite as they realise
  • “No.” “No way.” “Not happening.” “Would rather take my eye out with a spork.” “Would rather go deep sea diving with no helmet.”
  • “Rules are rules, Bellamy.” “You wanna loose a finger, googles?” “Clarke. CLARKE! He’s attacking me.”
  • “You can get along for a few nights boys.” “No we…Clarke. What do you mean a few nights?” “Well…um…whoyoupicknowisyourdrawfortheweek- OKAY WHO’S HUNGRY!”
  • Couples getting in their last camp fire cuddles after dinner
  • Miller telling one too many scary stories that practically put everyone to sleep
  • “Monroe I want Booze.” “Not till we get to the waterfall drinking night.” “But I want it nooooooow.” “Finn, I am the Booze gatekeeper and I will smack you of you don’t fuck off.”
  • “She’s gotta be hiding it somewhere.” “We’ve looked everywhere Wells.” “She’s like a magician.” “Nah she’s a wizard.” “I thought it was a witch” “You two are still so hopeless.” “FUCK OFF REYES!”
  • Lexa standing and watching in amusement as Clarke tries to put everyone to bed
  • “No, Finn. Down from the tree, you can’t sleep up there.”
  • “Wells, don’t pee there please.”
  • “Monty, don’t eat that, it’s not from our food.”
  • “Raven, I gave you torch batteries five minutes ago…had to use them for-no. Just no.”
  • “Monroe. Don’t try to put the fire out with your sleeping bag.”
  • “Jasper. Give me the lighter. You are not setting another one of my tents on fire.”
  • “Octavia get back in the van.”
  • “Lincoln stop looking at me like that just sneak out to the woods before everyone wakes up.”
  • “Does anyone have a spare pillow for Bryan? No Miller he is not sharing yours.”
  • “I’ve got one.” “Thank you Bellamy.”
  • “Aw crap, Bell you got a water bottle too.” “Yup.”
  • “Bell, I need new torch.” “Yuuuup.”
  • “Our tents is missing a flap.” “Got it.”
  • “Fuck. Clarke do you have another blanket?” “Nope. Bellamy?” “I…um…no.”
  • “Well you’re fucking useless then.” “I’d prefer if you slept outside.” “I think I might.”
  • “No, Murphy it’s too cold.” “Can’t you two just share?” “I’m sorry Xena but I don’t swing that way.” “Bullshit.” “I FUCKING HEARD THAT MINI BLAKE.”
  • “Bellamy. Please. Just get in the tent with him.” “I can’t.” “Why not?” “He’s annoying.” “And the actual reason?” “He hates me.”
  • “Bellamy. I have a free pass to four nights with Lexa. We both know Octavia sleeps through anything-” “Ew, no stop.” “Just go in there, don’t say a word, lie down, close your eyes and go the fuck to sleep, for my sake?” “You owe me the fucking world, princess.” “Yeah well see what you’re saying tomorrow morning.”
  • “Well?” “There…interesting, Clarke.” “You don’t like them.” “I do. They have spirit like you.” “Cmere.”
  • “GOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNIN’ EVERYONE!” “Monty! Shut the Chihuahua up!”
  • Jasper running out of his tent with Monty throwing a pillow out after him
  • “Helloooooooo?” “Jasper, the sun hasn’t even come up yet.” “Shush Raven. I’m here for cuddles.”
  • Raven rolling her eyes and moving over so he can flop into Finn’s open arms
  • Raven climbing out of her tent to go get her toothbrush from the van
  • When she opens the back Octavia has twigs in her hair and Clarke and Lexa have completely vanished under the covers
  • “Jeez I wonder what you guys got up to last night *muffled from under the blanket* “Each other.”
  • Octavia falling out of the Kombi to go crash with Lincoln
  • “Ow, O. You kneed me in the boob.” “m’sorry’Harps.”
  • Harper climbing out of her tent to go steal Monroe’s warm socks
  • “Don’t you have a boyfriend for that.” “He isn’t as much of a sunbeam before there are actual sun beams in the sky.” “Why is everyone awaaaaaake?”
  • Bryan stumbling out of his tent to face plant into Millers
  • “Good morning, farm boy.” “Good morning, smooth criminal.” “Ugh, I am so out of here.”
  • Wells climbing out of his tent to go make sure Clarke is up this early too (just because that’s what best friends do)
  • “Knock, knock, knock. Are we we naked?” “…only a little bit.” “Good.”
  • Wells grabbing their blanket and yanking it of them
  • “Oh jesus-THAT IS MORE THAN A LITTLE BIT!” “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” “I don’t like your friends anymore.”
  • “Coming in hot.” “Finn, no!” but he comes from nowhere crash tackling Welss into the van anyway
  • Lexa letting out a little ‘help’ from under everyone
  • “Were practically ready to go why the fuck hasn’t anyone woken up Bellamy and Murphy?” “No one wants to see what happened in there last night.” “What? What happened?” “Of course, you couldn’t hear the fight  with Lexa’s thighs wrap-” “Raven, would you stop doing that.”
  • Everyone very quietly sneaking up to Bellamy and Murphy’s tent
  • “Do you think one of them is gone?” “Do you think both of them are gone?” “Do you think one of them is dead?” “Do you think both of them are dead?” “Do you think one of them killed the other one?” “Do you think they both killed the other one?”
  • “Jasper, Monty, please. Shush.”
  • Clarke very gently unzipping the tent and everyone’s falling over each other to peer in
  • “Oh…” “They’re…” “Cuddling?” “No. It’s more spooning.” “Looks like forking to me.”
  • “Bellamy…Murphy…boys. Time to wake up.”
  • Murphy huffing and pulling Bellamy closer into him but Bellamy wakes up and looks up at everyone
  • “Fuck.”
  • “Someone owes me 10 Brokeback mountain bucks.”
  • “If you aren’t all gone by the time I open my eyes, I am using every last part of this tent to brutally murder you all.” “Sorry Bell. You’re new boyfriend isn’t a morning person
  • “So who’s ready for day two?”

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*** I’m really loving this story line. 💘 No telling how many parts there will be but its gonna be lengthy. Here’s part 3 ***

Previous parts can be found here:

“Maybe you could put in applications around town? I’m sure there’s places that will take you Jax. A garage or something.” Jax sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “I already work at a garage Tara.” “I know but another one. The club isn’t good for you. You could be doing so much better for yourself. Nothing good happens in this town.” “Then why did you come back?”

Tara stayed quiet and looked at Jax, her face blank. To be honest, Jax didn’t even know. She hated Charming and she hated the club. Jax didn’t want to say it but he was slowly beginning to think that she’d only come back because she knew he’d kill Kohn for her rather than because she loved him. She knew he wouldn’t stand for Kohn stalking her and making her feel unsafe. She was all gung ho to try their relationship again when they’d met for the first time since she’d come back then as soon as her problem was cold and dead, buried over in Chigger Woods, she comes out with the same old ‘maybe I don’t belong here’ shit she always did.

He’d left you 2 weeks ago and there wasn’t a day that passed where he didn’t think about you. Or you with Juice. The thought angered him even more every time he thought about it and by now he was seconds away from exploding. Every Time he saw you, you were right at Juices side or as of 3 days ago, in his lap. The thing that had pissed him off the most though was when he’d seen you drinking one of Juice’s smoothie cleanses. He’d heard Tig asking you about it and you’d said that Juice had gone over to your place and stayed there his whole day off, cooking and making the smoothies with you.

It was simple but the thought of Juice being with you alone all day made Jax see red. What if he started staying there? Did he spent the night? Did you let him sleep in your bed with you? On his side? The realization that it wasn’t his side anymore had Jax growling and standing abruptly, entirely forgetting that he was even talking to Tara before. “Jax?” “I gotta go.” “I’m sorry, I’ll drop it. I just want what’s best for you.” Jax nodded and walked to the door. “Yeah.”


“I’m hungry.” “Wanna go out for lunch?” You nodded and looked at up from the sink to Juice. “Where?” “I don’t know. Seafood? Pizza?” You both thought for a moment before you smiled. “Pizza.” You nodded and your stomach growled in accordance, Juice nodding towards the exit of the clubhouse. “Let’s go. Let me take my girl out.” He smirked and winked while you smiled and blushed. Juice waited for you to dry your hands and walked out of the kitchen with you following behind him.

You walked with him to the exit and tried to will the redness in your cheeks to go down. Somewhere along the way in these 2 weeks of staying around Juice for your vengeance against Jax, you’d found yourself developing feelings for him. You’d been friends for a while and you’d always liked being around him but the recent closeness that the two of you had was beginning to bring out feelings for Juice that you didn’t know you had. You’d always found him to be handsome. He was adorable and rugged, both in perfect balance and a great guy with a big heart.

You’d had a lot of fun hanging out with him and you actually found yourself feeling down whenever you had to separate. He came to your house often and when he didn’t feel like it after a long day, he’d call you to go over to him. In the beginning you’d just sit with him in the clubhouse or on his couch and watch random movies on Netflix, just laughing and eating but slowly the distance between the two of you had gotten smaller and smaller and the last couple times had ended with you dosing off with him on his couch, your head on his shoulder and his arm around you. You had yet to spend the night with each other though and you weren’t sure if that would be a good idea to do so.

Originally, that had been the plan. You’d hang out a little and then start staying with each other over night but it was supposed to just be to piss Jax off. Now you didn’t know. You hadn’t planned to get feelings for him but you did, and fast. The thought worried you and you pushed it to the back of your mind, heading out towards Juice’s bike. You climbed on behind him and secured your helmet, pulling out if the lot and making a left down the street towards the restaurant, just missing Jax as he pulled in from the right seconds later.

Walking up to the clubhouse, he saw Chibs and Tig siting outside by the table and joined them, needing advice. Before he was able to say anything though, Chibs could already tell something was off. “What’s wrong, my boy?” Jax sighed and shook his head, sitting down by his brothers, the two of them looking at him intently, though they both could already guess what the problem was.

“It’s just Y/n man. Girls getting under my skin.” “Because of the whole Juice thing?” Jax looked over with narrowed eyes. “Yes, because of the Juice thing.” Tig shrugged and looked over at Chibs, the Scotsman speaking up. “She’s just trying to find comfort Jackie. She’s hurt. You broke her heart and now she’s seeing that maybe it wasn’t meant to be.” He was trying to keep it polite while still getting his point across that Jax didn’t really have a reason to be angry. Not after what he’d put you through. Either way, he wanted Jax to realize his mistake on his own.

“What if she falls in love with him?” “What if she does? I don’t see your issue here Jax. You left her because you found someone better for you and now she’s with Juice because she found someone better for her.” Jax anger flared up and he stood swiftly. “He’s not better for her than me!” “And Tara’s not better for you than her and yet here we are.”

Jax looked at Chibs, hands folded in front of him and staring at Jax with a less than pleased expression. Jax looked down at the ground, a tugging feeling in his heart and after a moments hesitation, he asked his brothers the question he’d been trying to avoid since the moment he left you. “Do you think it was a mistake? Leaving her for Tara?” Both Tig and Chibs shared a looked, before looking back to Jax. “What do you think?”

One-on-one Interview With Elite Four Member, Bertha

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     Bertha is known across Sinnoh as the maternal, elderly, wise figure of the Elite Four. Caring for both Pokemon and her colleagues–particularly the young Champion Cynthia–, Bertha’s renowned battle skills can come off as a surprise, as well as her tough and rough choice of Pokémon.

     During our interview, she said that ever since she was younger she had a fondness for Ground types. She grew up around the mines of Oreburgh, before the caves were populated by mine workers, and played with the Ground and Rock types there. The wild Pokémon would protect her and she would protect them, and as she grew up she aspired to be a trainer using these Pokémon. When asked about her Pokémon, she said her Golem came from that very same mine. She then fondly elaborated on the rest of her team: she rescued her Gliscor from a predator as a Gligar and dug up the Razor Claw with which she evolved it just for it; she found her Hippowdon in a tunnel while doing archaeological research; she captured her “rambunctious Rhyperior with an attitude” while on a stroll in Victory Road. she received her Whiscash as a present for one of her more recent birthdays, which exact one she couldn’t recall, as an egg from the Hoenn region and is particularly affectionate towards it. Bertha then said, “I treat them all like children. I’ve never had children of my own. I’m a busy woman with no time. Raising Pokemon, batting trainers, managing the League and such, it’s all one busy job. And I love every minute of it. But I couldn’t be a good mother if I couldn’t be there for my children.”

     When asked about her battling strategy, Bertha, smiling, said: “Oh, well every Trainer has their own unique way of doing things, and I’m no exception. And while I won’t disclose everything, because part of the Elite Four’s challenge is the mystery of what you’ll find, I’ll tell you and the listening trainers a thing or two. Most trainers who use ground types go for brute offense, but defense is a wise and often necessary asset. Instead of wasting your Pokemon’s energy and leaving them exhausted, observe your opponent. Watch their movements. See how their Pokémon act. Then I can trap them with a nasty quicksand trap or have my Pokémon dig underneath them.”

      With much of her life relatively unknown by the public, we pried a bit, specifically asking about how she came to be in the Elite Four. Bertha said: “Oh, goodness, this was twenty years ago, in the prime of my youthful days… Lucian, I adore Lucian, he was a star, center of the spotlight Trainer back then who had just risen to fame and had been accepted into the Elite Four. I was a hopefully trainer then, maybe on the older side of the spectrum but with experienced skill. I had blazed through the other three, not to say it was an easy feat, and Lucian was my last opponent before the Champion. It was interesting. We were both patient and observant. We both kept our eyes on the other. And then so suddenly the room would flare into a explosion of sudden silent attacks, and then back to defense. I did lose unfortunately, but Lucian realized my talent and insisted I train with him. It’s because of him, really, that I’m here, and I’m grateful. To put it on record, yes, I have beaten him, multiple times. Now I win more often than not.”

      If there’s one thing Bertha is not fond of, though, it’s the constant comparisons to Kanto Elite Four member Agatha. Bertha, when asked about the similarity, said: “As far as I’m concerned, we’re just two elderly women who are quite skilled in different ways–perhaps me moreso skilled. It’s not that much difficult to discern us ladies.”

     As the interview came to a close, we asked Bertha how long she intended on staying in the Elite Four. She responded: “Well, is there reason for me to retire? I may be old, but my heart’s still in it. I enjoy every minute of what I do. I enjoy the victories and I enjoy the losses, because then I get to see new trainers rising up. I enjoy the adrenaline of the battle and everything else. Why would I retire? My age means nothing. As far as I’m concerned, I can go another twenty, thirty, forty years if I’m still kicking.”

(This interview is from a series of interviews with the Elite Four, brought to you by Jubilife TV)