maybe there is a reason why everyone is bald in this show

anonymous asked:

Why are birds so amazing?

This is a tough question, and a very big question. Since it’s just about impossible to objectively explain why birds are amazing (they are, btw), maybe I can explain why birds amaze me and why they’re the focus of both my career and a significant portion of my recreational time.

1. Birds are dinosaurs that you can hold today.

Flashback to 2010, a time when little Redstart was thinking about applying to college. For a while I was convinced I would pursue animation and go be some awesome art director of nifty animated films starring animals. Then I realized that a) I wasn’t good enough or motivated enough to make it, and b) having art as a career would ruin creating art for me. So, then it was back to my other passion: paleontology.

I literally applied to college planning to be a geology/biology double major with a long-term career goal of being a professor of paleobiology. I doggedly pursued this game until my sophomore year of college, when I discovered birds.

Birds are dinosaurs. Just about everyone knows this now (thank goodness). The big, significant realization here is that you can study dinosaurs today. Think about the magnificent breadth and depth of scientific questions you can ask about an animal when it’s right in front of you, instead of turned into rock and shattered into a million fragments! Don’t get me wrong; paleontology is an awesome field. But instead of dedicating my life to recreating the world of millions of years ago, I decided to work on unraveling the mysteries of today’s dinosaurs.

2. Birds are Pokémon.

Stay with me, now! As a wee youth I was obsessed with Pokémon. Wait, I’m still obsessed with Pokémon. Well, it turns out that birding and bird banding are just about the closest thing you can get in real life to filling out the Pokédex.

Birds have the Goldilocks number of species, which makes them incredibly appealing to pursue, study, identify, and watch. Think about it! Mammals, while are certainly *~*~*charismatic*~*~*, are mostly nocturnal. There are also like 10 of them in the world (yes, that’s an undersell). Lame! Insects and other invertebrates are amazing, but there are too goddamn many for many laypeople to really get into (side note: my alternate field would probably be malacology because I love Mollusca). Fish have some good numbers and variety, but require getting into this whole aquatic sphere– a different world entirely and one that is not readily accessible to those of us who matured in NYC.

So there’s the numbers game and their incredible charisma at play here. Humans have trained their companion psittacids and cacatuids to speak, to understand; as intelligent social animals, we can feel a mysterious connection with birds in the same way that most humans feel an inherent connection with your typical charismatic megafauna, such as wolves and lions (*eyeroll*).

3. Birds are diverse.

Cassowaries are three-toed behemoths that can communicate in rumbling infrasound like elephants and kick a grown man to death. Woodcocks can see in 360 degrees without a single turn of the head. The booted racket-tail is a hummingbird about the size of a quarter with a tail three times its body length that goes torpid every night after its daily frenzy of foraging for nectar. The Chiroxiphia manakins coordinate sexual display in an incredible show of teamwork, after which only one male gets to mate. The bowerbirds build ornate structures that rival some human creations, and then dance and sing in front of them for a mate.

Albatross can maintain a pair bond for decades, and once their chicks fledge they may not touch solid ground for three years. Steller’s eiders from both North America and Russia winter together on the sea ice of the Bering Strait, where they fish for molluscs in the cold. Bar-headed geese fly over the Himalayas. Arctic terns breed as far north as the Arctic circle and winter all the way south in Antarctica, in the longest migration known to the animal kingdom. Martial eagles kill and eat small antelope by flying them up high and dropping them to the ground. Starlings and mimids can imitate hundreds of sounds. Numerous seabirds can go their entire life without a single drink of freshwater due to their advanced salt glands. 

…And so on. The breadth of the bird world is absolutely incredible. With roughly 10,000 species worldwide existing on every continent (something that cannot be boasted by many other taxonomic classes), birds have evolved to occupy so many amazing niches.

4. Birds matter.

Now, this isn’t to imply that other animals don’t matter! It is incredibly vital that we keep a steady stream of funding to all biological sciences,  but I must say that in my work with birds I have always felt that the research I’ve been doing plays its part in the greater scheme of things.

Birds are an easily seen indicator species; their high sensitivity can be informative about how the world at large is doing. As climate changes and anthropogenic disturbance increases, we can see bird populations shifting their range and phenology from year to year.

Since they are so prominent, birds have also been among the numerous species to face untimely extinction; take the story of the magnificent great auk, for example, which was rapidly hunted into oblivion due to its flightlessness and colonial breeding strategy. Carolina parakeet, passenger pigeon, Bachman’s warbler, ivory-billed woodpecker, Labrador duck: these are all species that used to be seen in North America that are nowhere to be found today. 

And it’s through some well-timed intervention spear-headed by biologists and conservationists that we have avoided the loss of other amazing bird species. The National Audubon Society keeps an egret in their logo, a nod to the birds that were almost destroyed in the hat trade. The Atlantic Puffin was completely extirpated from the Gulf of Maine until it was successfully reintroduced on Eastern Egg Rock. And remember the shitshow that was DDT? It was birds that let us know how much of a threat that pesticide was; brown pelicans, bald eagles, peregrine falcons, osprey, and more faced steep declines thanks to the substance.

These reasons just brush the surface of why birds are amazing– and yes, why I am constantly amazed by birds even though I look at them every day in my backyard or as part of my work. We haven’t even mentioned feathers, or vocalizationtheir incredible physiology, or the way they have inspired artists for centuries.

Getting into birds literally changed my life; it was a turning point for my career, for my mental health, and for my outlook on this incredible world that we live in. I want others to have similar realizations about the natural world! That’s why I run this blog, and that’s why I’ll never stop birding.

They’ll Be Calling You a Radical

So @gryffindorkwinchester and @endgame-sterek were talking about protester!Derek trying to save the wolves, and my little biologist heart couldn’t resist, so I wrote a little something. I have no idea how local government works, so just pretend with me, please. While we’re at it, let’s also pretend wolves still live in northern California. 

(On AO3)

“Hey, son,” his dad says when he picks up. “I’m going to be home a little late, I’m still at the station right now.”

Stiles hesitates, gripping the door handle of the jeep. “Why? What’s going on?”

“There’s some protest going on in the town square, I’m about to head over,” his dad says.

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As readers have probably picked up from the tapir photo, I spent most of yesterday at the Point Defiance Zoo & Aquarium. Overall it’s a facility I think well of - I think my earliest memory of an aquarium is their central tank, and I’ve visited multiple times over recent years and spent a lot of time chatting with staff and volunteers. However, there was one aspect of the visit that left a sour taste in my mouth that I want to talk about more at length. The way educators in the Wild Wonders presentation handle the concept of “reduce, reuse, recycle” left my companion and I incredibly uncomfortable, due to the presentation’s heavy association of the topic with law enforcement and the utter absence of alternate solutions for audience members not able to spend the money on fancy reusable items. It came across as authoritarian and out of touch with the potential socio-economic demographics of visitors - so much so that those issues overshadowed my ability to enjoy the inclusion of unusual educational animals like aardvarks and bald eagles in the program.

The premise of the show was this: a visitor arrives in a desert town where single-use items are illegal looking for interesting animals to see, but finds herself in trouble with the sheriff’s deputy showing her around because she uses disposable items such as water bottles and plastic bags. In between random animal appearances, the visitor is pursued and repeatedly arrested by the deputy for her single-use items, and then given something better to use instead. At the end of the show, after the visitor appears to have learned the error of her ways, the two sit down to eat their packed lunches together - the visitor is horrified to find she has packed her food in disposable containers, while the sheriff smugly pulls out an identical lunch that has been packed entirely in reusable items. There were a number of reasons that I found this messaging discomfiting.

For one, the main message conveyed regarding reusable items was very authoritarian. During the pre-show, the audience was educated about how much damage since use items can do, and then told to say a pledge along with the presenter in which they swore off all single-use items forever and affirmed a commitment to reusable items. That itself felt a little weird, but then the show took it even further by having the consequences of the use of disposable items be punative actions by authority figures. The visitor was not really educated about the ban on single-use items before going off on her adventures, and was arrested by the deputy for her crime without any dialogue that addressed her potential knowledge (or lack there or) regarding why disposable items were so bad. The deputy would then harangue her and give her an appropriate reusable item instead. This happened three times during the course of the show, in the same pattern: visitor would happily run off in an adventure with an inappropriate item, the dog playing the sheriff would “report” the illegal use to the deputy, the deputy would chase and arrest the visitor. This particular scripting effectively communicated to the kids in the audience that a) using disposable items is always bad, without exception b) it is totally acceptable and normal for authority figures to take punative action towards people using disposable items c) being chased and arrested is within the scope of punishment for repeated use of disposable items and d) ignorance of why single-use items are bad is not acceptable and will not be taken into account. That’s not how you convince kids to want to save the earth - that’s how you scare them into complying. (It also came off as insensitive and unaware of current events, as chase scenes, lassoing of “the culprit”, and arrests were played off for laughs by an entirely white cast).

For two, there was no awareness in the entire script of how income differences might effect the audience’s ability to comply with their conservation solutions. All the item offers as better solutions to single-use items were expensive: the pre-show involved replacing plastic straws with reusable metal ones, and items the deputy showed off were a reusable fabric tote, heavy plastic water bottles, recharable batteries, and a decorative fabric lunch bag and matching sandwich pouch. There was exactly zero mention of alternatives that did not involve spending money on eco-friendly items. I really expected some mention of how plastic grocery sacks or disposable water bottles could be saved and re-used instead of being thrown out, but there was nothing like that in the messaging - framing indicated that purchasing eco-friendly items was really the only acceptable action. I’m sorry, but not everyone can afford that, which means there are now potentially kids in the audience who may think their family is bad (and maybe potentially at risk for being arrested) for not owning reusable items because they can’t afford the up-front cost of purchasing them.

For three, I really don’t think public shaming of people for single-use items is an appropriate message to pass on to kids. The whole show kind of yucked it up, encouraging the audience to sympathize with the beleaguered deputy, placing them in opposition against the visitor who just didn’t get how awful and harmful her choices were. At the end, though, you saw the visitor sit down and pull out her lunch from a sack - just like many kids do every day. It’s been made clear the visitor has learned the value of reusable items from her multiple arrests. Then she pulls out her food, and sees how the packaging has failed yet again… and is not met with sympathy for a choice she didn’t realize was inappropriate when she made it. She’s shamed, yet again, and this time for a past choice she can’t rectify. How many kids do you think will sit down for lunch soon - maybe a packed lunch at a day camp that they have no control over - and see that it’s packed with disposable items and feel bad about that? I know the goal is that kids go home and talk to their parents, but there’s a couple problems - not only was that discussion never explicitly encouraged, not everyone can afford Tupperware or cloth sandwich baggies for their kids to take to school. The presentation set kids up to feel bad about how they engage in a common routine they may have no power to influence, and taught by example that it’s okay to shame and punish other people who use the wrong items.

None of the things listed above are good takeaways from an educational program. Compliance through fear of authority, compulsory spending to achieve moral status, and negative treatment of those who can’t or don’t act similarly are not acceptable messaging for door yo be teaching the kids who are in their audiences. This is especially true when the script of a supposedly animal-based program focuses more heavily on teaching these lessons than on the animals in the presentation.

What I was taught when being trained as as an educator is that motivating an audience to engage in behavioral change that is uncomfortable or inconvenient requires utilizing the power of positive emotion. You don’t go to the hassle of remembering reusable bags on every grocery trip because you’ll get in trouble if you don’t - you do it because you love leatherback sea turtles and want to reduce the number of bags that might be mistaken for delicious jellyfish when they end up in the ocean. While kids might change their behavior temporarily because the rest of their life has conditioned them to automatically obey authority figures, at some point they’re going to realize nobody is going to arrest them for not carrying a reusable water bottle, and they’ll stop caring - at best. At worst, they realize that they’ve been manipulated by the cool educators at the zoo with the animals they liked so much, and they’ll write off any future messaging as a result.

I was truly blown away by how much this program differed from my other experiences at Point Defiance. I’ve seen Wild Wonders shows in previous years and adored them both for their quality animal training and their strong conservation message. I got neither from this current script - overall impression was that the animals made quick appearances to keep the attention of the audience during transitions between scenes. I’m not sure why this year was so different - I don’t know the facility from anything but the public side, nor know staff there to ask, so I won’t hazard a guess. Overall, it felt like the whole production really missed an opportunity to use incredibly cool animals - hello, aardvarks?? - to inspire kids to get involved and to spread awareness of the ways people of all ages and income can modify their usage of disposable items to become more sustainable.

Poldark returns: Aidan Turner on nudity, being single and why he's a technophobe

As the famously ripped and glowering Cornish copper miner, Aidan Turner has put the sex back  into Sunday nights. Over a large vodka, he talks about getting  naked, those pecs and playing Poldark
Just before I am due to interview Aidan Turner, his PR sends me an email to let me know that he has grown a beard – presumably in case I fail to recognise the actor fully clothed or not wearing a tricorn hat.
Poor old Turner is so defined by that scything scene that he likes to grow his beard when not committed to playing Ross Poldark – which doesn’t happen very often, given the BBC has just commissioned a fourth series and Turner says they are all tied in for five.
‘I’m not a big fan of shaving,’ he explains to me when I finally find him – fully clothed in a bomber jacket, T-shirt and jeans, minus tricorn, hiding in the corner of a dimly lit hotel bar in Mayfair. ‘It sucks. What’s the point? What is the point?’ I mention something about it being uncomfortable to be on the receiving end of a man with a beard.

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What goth is really about

I feel like I need to make this posts because I’m seeing a lot of post trying to justify completely abandoning the music aspect of goth and pinning goths against goths, and I seems like they’ve completely missed the point of goth.

First I’d like to start off by saying goth is a MUSIC based subculture. What I’d like to point out is when I see people talk about this they for some reason decide to fit goth music into a box with all these guidelines (did a elitist tell you do that or something, where did you learn that bad habit?). Goth music isn’t strictly just the bat cave and original 80s post punk stuff. There’s many different genres accepted such as new wave, new romantic, deathrock, industrial, dark wave, shoe gaze, synth pop, different types of metal and other stuff.
I’m only into 80s music so I can’t name the other types but it would be awesome if people could reblog this and leave comments introducing some awesome music.

Listening to goth music shouldn’t restrict you. You don’t cut out bands just because they’re not considered goth. Same goes for appearance when your shopping, cutting, styling hair or doing your make up you shouldn’t be thinking “is this goth enough?”. That mindset is TOXIC! The only thing you should be trying to achieve is being you and you alone. Heck you won’t know if you’ll start a trend if you try so hard to look like everyone else. You think Souxsie or Nina Hagen were worrying about looking like everyone else? You could be bald and naked and you still wouldn’t be any less goth then the kid wearing winkle pickers with Robert smith hair and pale skin.

Moving on to wether you really are goth or not. Firstly do you support your local goth scene? If you said no all I have to say is why not?! A lot of newer goths seem to miss this point. You have all these newer goths wondering why the scenes not progressing. I get it, goth is so easily accessible over the Internet but if we just kept it that way all the clubs would shut down, soon all the festivals will cease to exist, the music will go extinct, goth artist will remain starving artists and the literature will be thrown in the trash bin. Back in the 80s and 90s they didn’t rely on the Internet to tell them what goth was they went out and found out for themselves and that’s why it was so alive and thriving back then. I’m assuming that a good amount of us have gone through our scene/ emo phase, even that had a music scene. I’m assuming you went to go see pierce the veil, sleeping with sirens, botdf or Jeffree star maybe owl city, never shout never? You were there supporting your scene, so how is goth any different? If you are goth you should want to support and help the scene grow so that it can evolve and flourish. The goth scene has been lacking in this department for years sadly. I promise if you give to the goth scene you’ll get a lot back in return. Just go check it out and find out if goths for you. Talk to some of the goths at a show or club tell them you’re new and interested in it, most of them will be more then happy to show you the ropes and help you learn about it.

Now on to this whole elitist talk. I’d like to point out one of my favorite things about the goth scene is it has your back. If someone is just a prick/elitist/whatever other goths will warn you or pretty much blacklist them. This also comes with a cost if you are new to the scene these people will purposely attack you simply because you don’t know better. Maybe their new to the scene to and are taking out their anger on you because their actually the misinformed one or maybe their just the type of person that gets mad when people don’t do what they want. Who knows. All I can say is you aren’t alone in your hatred for them. The goth scene does not condone this. The longer I’m in the scene and the more people I meet the more I learn about this. I feel like people have this weird misconception that all goths are suppose to be open minded and tolerant which honestly is a cute thought but not possible. No matter what music scene you go into there’s bound to be some jerks who slip through. Do not ever let anyone tell you you aren’t goth enough or that your not doing something right because it’s not exactly the way they want it done.

Check out your local scene, support your goth artists and get in touch with yourself.

His Dirty Little Secret..

Prologue( for new readers)

Hailey Wilson is your typical 16 year old. She prefers books over party’s and where she lives most people don’t agree with that such as Ashleigh Wills the most popular girl at school who looks down on everyone and gets every guy she wants and when she wants.

Luke Hemmings is your typical bad boy, he has piercings and tattoos all over his body. He prefers girls or anything and he likes to make peoples life a living hell at school and one of those people happen to be Hailey…

but what happens when they both realise they are each other’s new neighbours??

  • Before you start reading i will let you know a few things..
  • The story has changed a little i have re-written some characters and taken people out.
  • I have changed Haileys attitude and re-written parts.
  • You may have noticed i changed the title as well, the story line is still going to be the same but just a little different.
  • Luke is still going to be the ass he was the first time around.
  • I don’t want to tell you guys too much because that will spoil it..
  • i hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 1-

From the bad boy at school to my next door neighbour..

Hailey’s Pov 

My alarm kept ringing and ringing meaning it was time for school, i groaned as i rolled around and turned it off.

i layed back and stared up at the ceiling.

Weekends go by so fast, i stayed up way to late last night.

i just couldn’t put this new book i got down, it’s so good.

i got it on Saturday when i was out with Sophie and Lauren and i haven’t been able to put it down.

My mum came walking in to my room and said  "Time for school"

i rolled my eyes at her as she walked out, she doesn’t like when i stay in at the weekends reading.

She want’s me to be more like her when she was my age.

which was going out getting drunk and having unprotected sex with guys no one likes, something girls like to do in this generation.

Me on the other hand i don’t enjoy anything like that, not that i’ve ever gotten drunk or even been to a party but if you took one look at me i would get laughed at if i showed up at a party.  

My friend Lauren like’s to go to a party now and again but i never go, she asks but i just laugh at her when she does.

we have been friends for so long she should know by now i would not be seen dead at a party.

i was just glad Sophie wasn’t into party’s, she more like me thankfully.

i got up out of bed finally and i quickly jumped into the shower because i haven’t showered since Saturday and it’s now Monday morning.

i looked at my wardrobe wandering what to wear, the only thing i own is black skinny jeans and plain t-shirts or hoodies.

but even with my choose of clothing i still get called a nerd, i don’t see myself as a nerd yeah of course i do well in school and i have never missed a day but that’s just because i want to do well.

The worst name i do get called in school is Virgin. It’s such a stupid thing to call someone, i know i can’t be the only person in the whole school who is a virgin.

i’m just open about it,most people at my school aren’t. The popular ones call me and my friends Lauren and Sophie the three virgins even though Lauren has had sex.

they just think there better than us which is really stupid. It doesn’t bother me anymore what they call me, i’ve gotten use to it over the years.

I’ve gone with black skinny jeans and a white plain top with my leather jacket and converse, it’s comfy and at least maybe my mother might agree with my choice.

Once i was finished getting ready to walked down stairs to find my mum in the kitchen patiently waiting for me.

Oh god.

“What took you so long?” was all she said once i walked in..

I gave her a weird look and then i looked at the clock, it’s only 8 o'clock i wasn’t that long.

“I was only 45 minutes and i needed a shower” i said to her as i got my bowl and cereal out for breakfast

She rolled her eyes at me and then she turned and was about to walk out but not before saying

“Well hurry up and eat because i have a meeting early this morning so if you want me to drive you, stop with the back cheek and eat” she said and then she left.

I guess she didn’t get enough sleep, it’s always the same with her one minute she is a loving mother and then next minute it is as if she regrets ever giving birth to you and she tries to show it with every word she says or look she gives you. She is hard to read sometimes.

But she is the worst lair, if she thinks i believe her having these meetings in the morning she is really wrong. I know she is meeting up with another one of her guys for whatever it is.

I don’t know his name i just know there is a guy but that is the normal routine with her, i never find out his name because it doesn’t get that far that i meet him unless i catch her out her with tights around her ankles and the guy on top of her, it has happened quite a few times.

By half 8 we were ready to go and i got in the car yawning,even though i am really tired this morning it was worth it and i know when i go home i will want to read more.

i got a text while i just arrived at school from my friends letting me know that they were already inside and so was Luke.

Luke hemmings.

i wished just wished that one day he would take a day off, for being a bad boy he always manages to come to school of course he misses classes but he still makes an appearance every day.

i’ve never hated someone so much than i do him, he is the whole reason why people started calling me a virgin.

It happened a year ago, i stuck up for myself and told him off something no one dares to do at this school but i felt confident and i was sick of him thinking he owned the school and ever since then he hasn’t stopped trying to make my life hell.

He’s the typical bad boy in our school, he has a lip piercing and a tongue piercing and loads of tattoos, his hair is always dyed a different colour each week. He will be bald by the times he’s 20 i bet.

people say when his dad left things changed for him but no one really knows what happened to him 2 years ago.

Mondays aren’t bad for classes i only have 5 and they last 2 hours roughly each, it helps that i’m a good pupil as well so my day goes by quick so i can get back to my book.

i knew my friends were in the cloakroom already but i needed the toilet so i headed their first once i got my books out of my locker.

I walked out of the bathroom but of course my luck i managed to hit someone with the door on my way out.

“I’m so sorry, i didn’t see you” i said as i turned to apologise to whoever i hit and then i realised who it was.

“Watch where you’re going nerd” she said

That was Ashleigh Wills the most popular girl in the school.

She is the one who most people are scared off, she has long blonde hair and the makeup.

She wear the shortest clothes i have ever seen someone wear, if it isn’t a short skirt it’s short tops.

There is something else about her that everyone is scared of,it’s who she hangs around with..

Luke Hemmings.

They are always on and off, it’s hard to tell if they are together or not.

If you ask me they are perfect for one another both as bad as each other.

She looks down at everyone for no reason all because she is the captain of the cheerleader squad, she is second person on my list of people i hate.

i walked to the cloak room and saw my friends

“Good morning”

 Sophia said “ Morning” then she pointed to Lauren who seemed to not know i was there

“Morning….” i sang into her ear making her jump

“Fuck off Hailey, i have a hanging headache"Lauren said still not lifting her head up

Me and Sophie laughed at her, she must have been out last night well she shouldn’t have drank too much.

We went over who had what class etc.. Me and Sophie had Maths together and then i had Art alone then it was break time and then we all had English together but Lauren doesn’t sit with us. She sits with this boy who she has a crush on.. William graham.

she is the most confident one out of us three but when it comes to him she can hardly get a word out, it’s quite entertaining to watch.

then i have R.E alone and Science alone but i am passing these classes, i always have so i am never bored in class.

I have been so busy thinking about what classes i have today i forgot about what happened this morning.

"Your never going what happened before you guys arrived this morning at school” i said to both of them making them looking weirdly at me.

“What?” they both said

“I was coming out of the bathroom and i hit someone with the door on my way out and guess who it was?” i said

They both shrugged their shoulders and then i continued “ It was Ashleigh, i said sorry but once i realised who it was i wasn’t sorry anymore”

They both laughed and then Lauren said “ I would have paid good money to see the look on her face as you hit her, she needs more than just a door to the face if you ask me”

the bell rang meaning it was time for class..

We just got up as Luke and his with along with Ashleigh and her squad walked past us, they gave us dirty looks and Luke said “ look it’s the 3 virgins hurrying to class” they all laughed as they walked past.

Of course he couldn’t walk past us without saying anything, he makes me sick.

i hated how he just walked around this school like he was god’s gift, i can’t believe at one point i had a crush on him. That was before the tattoo’s and piercings of course.

By break time i was so ready to slap Luke and ready for food.

Art class is the only class i hate not because i can’t draw it’s because i have to deal with Luke and his friends alone.

Calum Hood and Michael Clifford.

They are all as bad as each other, Michael doesn’t say much as Luke and Calum would. I have to sit beside Michael in my R.E class and he isn’t as mean or annoying like the other two.

I had been in Art class for almost an hour now and so far i have had 3 pieces of paper thrown at my head by the one and only Luke Hemmings.

Seriously have they not got something better to do? Like um their fucking work.

This is normal routine in Art class, they always throw something at me, a pencil or paper or a rubber. I remember Luke threw a pencil at my head and it hurt and i swore i thought i saw a tiny bit of guilt in his eyes when i turned around angrily at him but he soon covered it up with a smirk.

I picked up one of the pieces Luke threw at me and i opened it to find that he had written Loser in black pen i mean could he not have written something more i don’t know creative?

I knew he was staring at me because i could feel his eyes on me so i looked over at him with the piece of paper in my hand still, he was smirking at me and then he mouthed

“Loser” to me still smirking.

I rolled my eyes at him not giving him the satisfaction of letting him know he’s bothered me. He is such a dickhead, I could think of more impressive things to call him.

I gave him a dirty look and then i picked up another  piece of paper he threw at me and walked to the bin and turned to look at him as i threw it in the bin and then i rolled my eyes as i walked back to my seat.

He didn’t look to happy but so what? Maybe it will teach him a lesson that throwing paper at me is getting nowhere and he is just wasting his time and mine.

just when i thought i might have gotten rid of him that bastard pushed me into the lockers, seriously?! What a prick.

One day i am going to push him to see how he likes it.

i walked into the canteen mad as hell, Lauren still look hungover but i didn’t care i slammed my bag down on the table as i sat down making her give me the evils.

i told them what happened, they weren’t surprised about it because it is just a normal routine with him.

the rest of the day went by quick thankfully, Luke never said another word to me or pushed me but he was too busy with his tongue down every girl’s throat so i think that’s why.

Sophie’s mum was giving me a lift home, i didn’t feel like walking home like i usually do so i just got a lift. Lauren had detention for being late last week so she had to stay behind.

When i got dropped off at my house there was a big truck that said “Moving out” at the side in big letters on it just next door.

Finally someone has rented the house next door, it has been empty for weeks and it has been creeping me out lately.

I dropped my bag at my door and i walked over to see who the new neighbours would be hoping they are going to be nice.

As i got closer i saw a woman about 5'4 with short blonde hair walk out of the house looking tired.

She seen me and she smiled so i smiled back and i walked closer over to her.

“Hello i’m Hailey, i live just next door” i said as i stopped in front of her

She smiled and held out her hand for me to shake which i did because it is polite and then she spoke

“Hello i’m Liz, me and my son have just moved today, it’s nice to meet you”

She seemed really nice, i hope her son is nice as well.

“My mum will be home soon if you like you can home next door for a cup of tea? I’m sure you could use a break from moving boxes around” i said nicely to her

“Aw thank you sweetheart, that is very kind of you but i’m fine. My son will be here any time now, you should meet him, you are probably the same age” she said

I smiled at her and then all of a sudden a motorbike was heard coming close and then the guy pulled up in the driveway, we both turned to look and Liz smiled.

This must be her son.

“Here is he now” she said

She walked over to him as he was just getting of his bike, i swear i knew that leather jacket from somewhere but i couldn’t figure out where.

He’s very tall and i can tell he is probably attractive.. But i haven’t seen his face yet.

He was just taking off his helmet and Liz waved me over. I kept my head down to the ground because i was shy, i usually am around boys and if he is attractive i don’t want to say something stupid.

The guy turned around just as i approached Liz and then she spoke “ Son this is Hailey Wilson, she is our new neighbour, you guys are around the same age”

I finally lifted my head up to see who her son was and i think i almost died right there.

Her son is Luke Hemmings.

Luke Hemmings who about a couple of hours ago was throwing paper at me and pushed me against the lockers.

Great this is just perfect, i don’t know who looked more shocked.

Me or Luke.

He didn’t smirk at me, he just stared at me. I tore my eyes away from him to see his mum staring between us and then she spoke

“I’m guessing you two know each other already?”

Haha you could say that..

“We um go to the same school” i said quietly

Luke smirked making me wish i was anywhere but here right now

“Oh isn’t this great” Liz said clapping her hands and walking away leaving me and Luke alone.

I took one last look at him before turning, i didn’t want to spend anymore time with him than i needed to.

God not only is he going to make my life hell at school, he is going to make my life at home a living hell too.

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idfc [ IV]

Summery: It’s all fun and games to him until it’s not. He’s not that type of guy yet you still hold out.

Warning: Strong langue, a bit sexual, angst.

Word Count: 4k

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Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

The last couple days, it was hard for you to do anything. You barely left your apartment, not answering your phone to texts. People would come over but you either made sure you weren’t home or your door was locked so no one could barge in. You didn’t have anything to say to anyone, really. It’s not that you didn’t want to talk to them, it’s that you didn’t know what to say. How is someone supposed to confront a situation no one really knew about without stirring the waters more than they already were? So instead of causing more tension, you avoided it.

Sehun had texted you more than everyone else, leaving messages on your phone or coming over and standing outside for almost 20 minutes. You wanted to talk to him. You wanted to cry into his arms and have him tell you everything is going to be okay, but then again, you didn’t. You knew Sehun and all he was going to do was scold you and tell you that he warned you. He’s done it before in the past, what would make this situation different?

You had just finished your last piano lesson for the day, packing up your things, ending your day like you normally would. You said goodbye to the 13 year old boy and his parents before exiting his house and going to your car. It felt like every other day, except this time, you weren’t going to go over to Sehun’s and hang out with him. You weren’t going to call up Chanyeol and ask him what his plans were. Instead, you went home. It was becoming a repeating cycle these last couple of days. Class, work, studying, then sleeping. You felt as if there wasn’t more to be done, you were okay with how it was going. Or at least you thought you were.

You missed your friends. You missed laughing over some stupid story the boys would tell you that happened that morning or how boring their classes were. You never really thought you would miss Jongin complaining about the kid who chews his pencil eraser everyday in class or how Sehun would whine about how he didn’t want to cook.You missed Jongdae screaming song lyrics as he cleaned his room or how Kyungsoo would try and explain the meaning behind some pointless book. And Chanyeol? Well… You just missed him.

You got pulled into your parking lot, putting the car in park before turning off the engine. You sat there, glancing over at your bag every so often, feeling the pressure of your emotions press against your already weak spine. You reached over, unzipping the front pouch and pulling out your phone, gripping it in your hand. When you flipped it over to show your screen, you saw the picture of you and Sehun from orientation with Jongin and Jongdae fighting in the back. You smiled at the memory, feeling your heart swell. You missed seeing them. You felt as if you betrayed them in a way for going behind their back. They’re probably mad at you, you kept saying this to yourself. How could you possibly show your face to your close friends after lying to them for so long.  

You felt a tear fall down your cheek, landing right on your phone screen. You took a second to refrain yourself from letting go and just crying, taking deep breaths and focusing on something rather than your emotions.

You wiped the tear away from your phone, putting it back in your bag before grabbing your things and getting out. You locked your car door, making your way to the stairs when you noticed someone was in the way of you getting to your floor. Baekhyun sat there, looking down at his phone until he noticed you staring. “What are you doing here?” You asked, gripping your bag closer to your chest. Baekhyun got to his feet, placing his hands in his pockets.

“You weren’t answering your phone,” he shrugged. You didn’t reply. You just stood there, looking at the boy who tried his best to make eye contact with you. “Everyone’s worried. You haven’t replied anyone’s calls.”

“Maybe there’s a reason for that,” you said, trying your best to make your way past him, only to be stopped by him gripping your shoulder and pushing you slightly in front of him.

“Y/n stop.” His voice deepened, grabbing your attention. You didn’t dare look up at his face, knowing he was going to be upset with you. You could feel his glare. “I know you’re upset but no one knows about your situation.”

“Yeah right,” you scoffed. You felt the tears start to brim your eyes as he lifted your chin so that you were looking at him.

“I’m serious,” he continued. “From what I heard about the little fiasco, they just think you and Chanyeol hate each other and there is nothing more to it than that.” Baekhyun’s features looked soft and empathetic as he had his hands gently resting against your shoulders. “I don’t know what happened fully y/n, but you need to reach out. At least to Sehun. That guy has been stressed for days now. I think he’s balding at this point.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his comment which made Baekhyun smile. He squeezed your shoulders gently before pulling you into a hug. “Please don’t be down. I know he meant a lot to you but you deserve so much better. And I know that doesn’t mean shit coming from a guy who likes you but you do.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled into his chest. You smelt the familiar smell of Euphoria cologne as you hugged Baekhyun. It was something that you noticed when you first met him. Baekhyun hugged you tightly, giving you reassurance that he cared and was there for you to lean on. He pulled you back, wiping away a fallen tear that had fallen.

“Give Sehun a call,” he said before letting go. “He would love to hear from you. Ease the poor boy’s mind.” You nodded, pulling out your phone from your bag once more. Baekhyun turned around to walk to his car that was parked around the building only to be stopped by your small tug on his shirt. You lifted your phone to your ear, keeping a grip on his shirt.

“Stay. For a while?” You asked, Baekhyun agreeing, turning back around so he was turned towards you.

“Y/N?” You heard Sehun’s voice say through the phone. “Good god woman, are you okay? What happened? Why haven’t you been answering my calls?”

“Calm down. I’m okay,” you reassured. “I’ve just been really busy lately with work and school.”

“Well you should have called.” You could hear that he was a little annoyed and could tell he was 100% sure he was believing what you were saying. “You had me worried sick.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I should have called.” You felt bad. You know what it’s like to be in his shoes and you will never forget how you felt.

The line was silent for a couple of seconds before he let out a deep sigh. “Are you sure you’re okay? I can bring over Clueless and a diet coke if you need one.” Sehun knew you so well. When you were in high school, whenever you had a bad day, he would always find you laying in your bed, watching stupid chick flicks with a diet coke on your bedside table.

You looked over and Baekhyun and smiled. “No. I’ll be okay.”

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you y/n and I swear to god if you ever pull this shit again, I’m breaking into your house and ripping you from that bed.” You rolled your eyes at his comment, making your way up the stairs before hanging up.


“Stop,” you giggled as you stood there in your room, Baekhyun wrapping his arms around your waist as you tried on your third dress for the night. It had been kind of hard finding the right dress when Baekhyun would come over and kiss your neck, making it impossible to choose something. “Baek, I need to find a dress.”

“This one,” he said, tugging at the end of the short black dress you had on. “I like this one.” You turned away from Baekhyun, looking at yourself in the mirror only to see Baekhyun’s arms around your waist. He rested his head on your shoulder, admiring you in the mirror, leaving small kisses on your bare shoulder. “You look beautiful.” You felt your face go hot at the compliment which Baekhyun noticed. He laughed and kissed your cheek before unraveling himself from you.

Tonight was the night that you promised Baekhyun you’d go with him to his friends event. No, things aren’t serious between you and Baekhyun but it was nice to have him there. He knew you weren’t ready for anything serious so he was respectful with boundaries, only making a move if the invitation was made. He cared for you and just wanted to make sure you were smiling and happy again. He was happy you agreed to go with him tonight and that’s all that really mattered to him.

“By the way,” Baekhyun grabbed your attention. “The boys are going to be there tonight so if at any time you feel uncomfortable and want to leave, we can.” You felt your heart drop slightly as those words came out of his mouth. You hadn’t heard or talked to Chanyeol for over two weeks. After what happened, he would text you maybe twice a day and soon, not at all.

“I’ll be fine,” you replied, turning away from Baekhyun who was adjusting his watch on his wrist. He frowned over in your direction which you caught in the mirror, making your heart drop.

“Y/n,” he whined.

“I’ll be fine,” you said again. “I can’t avoid him forever. Besides, a public setting? I should be fine.” You could hear Baekhyun’s soft sigh as he made his way over to you. He leaned down and pressed a small kiss against your cheek. Baekhyun had this way of doing small things that made sure you knew he cared without saying a word. He would kiss your cheek, squeeze your hand, wrap an arm around your shoulder. It was all about the small things with Baekhyun. He was good at reading the room and other people and you admired that about him.

“You ready?” He asked as you slipped on a pair of black heels. You nodded, grabbing a white sweater to put on over your shoulders, keeping you warm from the crisp fall air. He wrapped your arm around his, helping you down the steps and to his car. When you got to the car, he opened the door, letting you slide in.

“What kind of event is this?” You finally asked, curiosity growing.

“Well our buddy just opened up a night club downtown. Tonight’s opening night.” You remember Sehun telling you about this place not too long ago but of course, you weren’t listening.

You arrived at the party no more than an hour later, right as the party was in full swing. Baekhyun pulled up into VIP parking, handing his keys to the valet guy before wrapping an arm around your waist, and entering the building. When you got inside, there was people just about everywhere. The ceiling was brimmed with purple and blue neon lights, the bar radiating a bright red color. Baekhyun seemed to know just about everyone, stopping ever few seconds to say hi to people. You felt weird being there with him, not really knowing the people he did. He kept his arm around you, making sure he didn’t lose you.

“Y/n!” You heard your name be called. You turned around to see Jongin waving at you, signaling you to go over. Baekhyun let go of his grip, letting you make your way through the crowd to your friends. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” Jongin pulled you into a hug, digging his head into your neck, something you had missed about Jongin. He let go, letting you say hello to the rest of your friends. You sat down on the round couch, resting in between Jongin and Sehun. You looked around in hopes to see him standing somewhere nearby but he wasn’t there.

“Baekhyun seems to be a popular guy,” Sehun said, pointing over in his direction. You saw him talking to a group of people, laughing at something they had said.

“Looks that way.”

“Sorry I’m late you guys.” You felt your heart race as you heard his voice echo through your ear. You looked up to see Chanyeol make his way towards the table, fingers intertwined with a girl you had a math class with not too long ago. Your heart fell right to your stomach as he looked over in your direction. You quickly looked away, reaching out and grabbing the closest drink which happened to be Jongin’s whiskey. It burned your throat, causing your face to pucker up as you tried to keep it down. You were not a hard liquor type of person so when you happened to come across it, you felt like your stomach was going to reverse. It hasn’t happened yet but the minute you saw Chanyeol, you felt as if it could happen tonight.

Chanyeol sat down across from you, arm wrapped around this poor girl. You had no room to judge since you haven’t seen him in almost two weeks so who knows, this girl could actually be something serious to Chanyeol. You felt dizzy just thinking about it. He has never once committed to a girl and when he did, she broke his heart. He told you about her once and to your knowledge, he hadn’t really mentioned her to anyone else. But if this girl was more than just a hookup to him, then good for him. It pained you to think about so you reached out and took Sehun’s whiskey and downed it as well.

“Woah,” Sehun laughed, taking the glass from your hands. “Slow down there tiger. You don’t do well with hard liquor.” You rolled your eyes at him, folding your arms over your chest. You looked over to see that Baekhyun was still talking to a group of people and you weren’t about to drag him away from that but you also didn’t want to sit there as Chanyeol whispered in the girl’s ear.

“I’m going to go get a drink,” you excused yourself. Jongin moved, letting you make your way to the bar and take a seat. You ordered a shot of Jack Daniel’s, the bar tender serving it up quick.

“Make that two.” You looked over to see Chanyeol, taking a seat next to you. You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or just pure anger but you wanted to yell and scream at him for even considering sitting next to you. “Drinking alone isn’t fun.”

“I wasn’t drinking alone,” you said, taking the shot glass in your hand.

“You know what I mean,” he said, raising his shot glass to you. You glared in his direction, taking the shot without clinking his glass. “Are we still going to pretend like we hate each other?”

“I do hate you,” you said, slamming the glass on the counter. “Another one please.” The bartender poured another glass without hesitation. “I don’t know if you knew this Chan, but you really did a number on me.” Chanyeol took his shot, placing the glass gently down on the counter.

“You know I didn’t mean that.”

“Then why the fuck did you say it?”

“Because I panicked,” he snapped back. You looked up at him, mind clouded as you felt the alcohol absorb into your body.


“Because,” he sighed. He traced his finger around the rim of his glass, trying to look for the words to say. “Because I like you.” You felt your heart start to race as those words left his lips.

“Then why the harsh words?” You let slip. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair, eyes trying to fixate on anything but you.

“Because…” He started. “Because you found someone who could be there and treat you better than I ever could and I was afraid I was losing you.” Chanyeol was never good at talking about his feelings. Whenever he got close to it, he would bail and leave before he could get too comfortable, and that’s kind of what you expected. For him to bail. But instead, he grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the bar, leading back to the hall that lead to the back exit. It was a clear, narrow hall, dimly lit was small wall lights. You could barley make out his features as he stopped, letting go of your hand.


“I want to be that for you,” he cut you off. “But I can’t.”

“Why not?” He turned around, giving you a look of distress. He walked slowly in your direction, pressing you against the wall. He leaned his head against the wall next to you, arm resting above you.

“I’m a fucking mess, y/n,” he whispered lowly in your ear. You felt your body go numb as you could feel his breath against your bare shoulder. You didn’t know how to respond to him. You were speechless at his sudden confession to you. Something you don’t think you would ever get used to. “I’ve hurt you. And I know I have. I hate that I have but.. I’m not the guy you want.”

“You are,” you choked out. He lifted his head, caressing your face in his hands.

“I’m not, Y/n.” He leaned his forehead against yours, inches away from your face. You wanted so badly to just lean up and kiss him, feeling his soft lips against yours, his hands finding their way around your waist as he held you closer to him. You wanted to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bathroom, kisses trailing down your neck as you locked the two of you in the stall. But that didn’t happen. It wasn’t going to happen.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing dude?” You both snapped in the direction of the voice that came from your left. Sehun stood there, fists clenched as he came across Chanyeol pressed against you.


“I wasn’t talking to you,” he cut you off. “What the fuck are you doing Chanyeol?”

“Nothing,” Chanyeol replied, lifting himself from you. “What does it matter to you anyways?”

“To me?” Sehun scoffed.

“It’s not like she’s your girlfriend or anything. Last time I checked, you weren’t the girls fucking father,” Chanyeol cursed. You saw Sehun’s chest rise and fall in a furious manner. There was only one person Sehun told you to stay away from and he had just walked in on him basically inches away from your lips.

“Yeah but I care about her and know where your fucking hands have been,” Sehun replied. Chanyeol smirked, causing your stomach to flop. You knew this was going somewhere bad and wanted to step in but your feet was glued to the floor.

“Yeah. All over her,” Chanyeol smirked. Sehun’s fist came into contact with Chanyeol’s jaw, causing you to let out a small shriek. Chanyeol stumbled back, holding his face where he had just gotten punched. He looked at his hand, seeing that his mouth was bleeding, only to get riled up. He swung back at Sehun, hitting his square in the face, causing Sehun to stumble back.

“Guys! Stop!” You tried to yell. You couldn’t exactly get in there to break it up. If you did, you would have been sure to be hit. You cowered back in fear, watching the two boys hit each other constantly in the face.

“Hey!” You heard someone yell. Baekhyun and Jongin rushed to the boys, quickly pulling them apart. Jongin grabbed Chanyeol, pulling him away from Sehun who was being held back by Baekhyun. Kyungsoo rushed to your side, making sure you were okay by checking your face, hands pressed against your cheeks. “Y/n, get Chanyeol out of here.” Kyungsoo helped you to your feet, Jongin following the two of you out the back door with Chanyeol. Once you were out of the building, Jongin ran back inside to go tend to Sehun with Baekhyun while Kyungsoo led you to his car, helping Chanyeol stumble on his feet.

“God damnit,” Kyungsoo cursed, throwing Chanyeol in the back seat. “Why does this shit always happen?” Kyungsoo sped off down the road towards what looked to be the group house. You didn’t say a word but then again, you didn’t need to. Kyungsoo reached over and squeezed your hand, giving you a sympathetic smile. You squeezed back, loving the company of your friend.

When you arrived at the house, Kyungsoo dragged Chanyeol out of the car, helping him into the house. “This needs to stop happening man.” Chanyeol just groaned, leaning his body weight on Kyungsoo. Chanyeol was so much bigger than him yet this doesn’t seem like the first time he’s hand to drag him into the house in this state. You followed them into the bathroom, Kyungsoo dropping him on the toilet. “Will you clean him up while I get his damn room ready?” You nodded, letting Kyungsoo run off.

You walked over and stood in front of Chanyeol who was hunched over, holding his mouth so that he would stop bleeding. You grabbed a towel and got it damp with water, removing his hand from his face. You gently pressed it against his mouth, preventing the cut to keep bleeding. “It hurts,” he groaned as you dabbed it gently.

“Well your lip is split open,” you pointed out. “I imagine it doesn’t feel good.” Chanyeol looked up at you, trying his best to smile but failing. “You’re going to have a black eye.” Chanyeol groaned, leaning away from you, resting against the back of the toilet. “I’ll go get a bag of ice.” You stood up only to have him quikcly grab your hand.

“No,” he mumbled. “Please stay.” You sighed, looking at the vulnerable boy who had a gnarly gash on his lips.

“Let’s get you to bed,” you sighed, helping him to his feet. You dragged him down the hall, getting to his room and throwing him on the bed. Kyungsoo had run to go get an ice pack, leaving you to tend to Chanyeol.

Kyungsoo came back, giving Chanyeol the bag of ice. He lifted it to his face, sitting there on the edge of his bed as he iced his wounds. You leaned Chanyeol back in his bed, placing his blanket over his body before looking back at Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo lead you out of his room, closing the door behind the two of you. “This is the second time this week he’s been this shitfaced and gotten into a fight.”

“What?” You were shocked at the news.

“Damn kid doesn’t know how to handle his alcohol.” You followed Kyungsoo into the living room, taking a seat as he went and grabbed you two some water. You didn’t realize until you had the water in your hands that your throat was dry. “So are you going to tell me what is going on between you two or?”

“I think you know.” Kyungsoo let out a deep sigh and shook his head in agreement.

“I’m not going to lecture you like the rest of the boys,” he started out. You had never been super close with Kyungsoo but you’ve known him as long as you’ve known the rest of the boys. He was always quiet and reserved, keeping himself away from everyone and staying out of drama. But he did care about you and his friends. “But you really need to talk to Sehun.”

surefinewatever  asked:

hi! if you're taking prompts rn: can you please write something bittersweet fluffy-smutty MSR on the run/post-The Truth fic? I just ran out of those on ao3 and honestly I can't find my place, I need my dosis! have a nice day xx

She spends a lot of time looking out the window.  He knows it without even looking at her (but he can’t stop looking at her, glances that last longer than they should despite the flat, open, empty, endless highway).  He is losing his grasp on her by inches as she slips over some invisible precipice.

Scully spreads the map over her knees and traces their route.  They try not to use their phones.  She’s folded and refolded the map so many times that it’s parting gently at the creases.  He tries not to think of that as a metaphor.  Maybe it makes her feel more secure to track them across the highways that slice the land into pieces.  

They have been crisscrossing the plains of the West in some sort of ersatz frontiersmanship.  Mountains bite into the edges of the sky, but he still feels immensely small under the endless blue.  This land has claimed so many lives.  He can’t stop thinking of skeletons, bleached bones under the pale insidious sun, weathered by the wind.  He thinks of their bones in the haunted house, how fragile they would look out here, jumbled together like the bones of the Brown Mountain hikers, their small treasures lost in the spaces between their ribs.  They are somewhere in Wyoming; he isn’t sure anymore.  Every small town looks like every other small town, dark windows like lost teeth that will never grow back.  At least if they are being followed, they will see their pursuers coming, the way that Scully watches storms roll in.  

They stop for the night at another motel.  He pays in cash; the guy at the counter hardly even looks up, just pushes the key across the counter.  Mulder picks it up.  It’s attached to one of those keychains designed to look like a vanity license plate, the kind that he’s seen at a thousand truck stops.  The room number is written on one side.  The other side says WILLIAM.  Mulder might take it as some kind of sign, if he still believed in signs and wonders.   Still, he won’t let Scully see it.  

They carry the suitcases in with the weary ease of all-too-seasoned travelers.  They can pack or unpack in less than ten minutes.  They used to try to put out little homey touches, but that ended months ago, after the third time they fled in the middle of the night.  Scully still has a framed photograph of William in her bag, but she never takes it out.  It’s wrapped in her mother’s scarf.  She touches it sometimes, when she thinks he isn’t looking.

Scully walks into the bathroom and eyes her reflection.  The harsh light bleaches her skin and brings out brassy highlights in her blonde wig.  She scrapes the wig off her head and massages her head with a sigh, leaning into the mirror again.  He’s seen that gaze before, when she was trying to stare through her skull to find the death that lurked behind her eyes.

“Chinese okay for dinner, if I can find it?” Mulder asks.  "I’m craving kung pao chicken.“

"Sure,” she says, narrowing her eyes.  He’s been on the other end of that look before; it’s never pleasant.  He leaves her to her contemplation and makes sure to take the key.  

When he comes back with sandwiches and canned soup from the grocery store (the only Chinese restaurant had clearly closed for business some months before), Scully has shaved her head.  She is picking the long locks off a towel and dropping them meticulously into a bag. He stands stock-still, stunned by the perfect curve of her skull.  She must have used his clippers; she’s gotten good with them the past few months.  Her hair is evenly cropped all over, red-gold down through which he can see the blue veins in her scalp.

“Oh,” he says.

“It’s easier,” she says, “to put the wigs on.”  She drags the wig on to demonstrate, a practiced gesture.  She looks strange as a blond, even after months of rotating through various wigs.  He reaches out and gently takes it off.  He hangs it on the doorknob of the bathroom (he’s been lectured enough times about how to care for the various accoutrements of their disguises).  

“I needed a change,” she tells him, and something behind her eyes is falling apart.

“You’re beautiful,” he says.

“Mulder,” she says wearily.

“I mean it,” he insists.  There is an eerie, unearthly quality to her loveliness; without her hair, her eyes are even more striking, her cheekbones sharper, the fineness of the architecture of her all the more evident.  He cannot stop looking at her.

She smiles, but there’s a gently bitter twist to her lips.  "Show me,“ she says.

He clasps her hands, then runs his palms up her arms to her shoulders and traces the taut tendons in her neck.  Her ears are revealed in their perfection now; he skims his thumbs over their edges to make her shiver.  The remains of her hair prickle against his palms.  He imagines he can read their journey by the marks on her skin: the veins are rivers, her scars are landmarks, and the intersections of her nerves are ticked off by mile markers.  They have been to the moon and back, he thinks, or at least to the ends of the earth.  One rainy night in Oregon they walked off the edges of the map and have never found their way back.  Here be monsters.  They have carved their own markers into their trail, into their bodies, so that at least if they cannot find their way, they are never lost.

She is restless under his hands, wincing a little.  He pulls away immediately.

"Sorry,” he tells her.  

“It hurts,” she says slowly, as if she’s tasting the words to determine their truth.  "I didn’t know it would hurt.“

"I wasn’t trying to…” he says and trails off as she looks at him.

“It’s all right,” she says.  "I didn’t know.  I’ve been lucky, I suppose.  I didn’t know I’d be cold.“

He reaches for the wig with a question in his eyes, but she shakes her head.

"Warm me up, Mulder,” she tells him.

They undress themselves (most of the romance vanished along with any attempts to make any room feel like anything more than a temporary shelter) and he falls onto the bed, pulling her on top of him.  The light from the lamps slants across her face as she straddles him.  He steadies her with his hands on her hips.  He wants to run his palms over her head again; he always thought her hair was soft, but the stubble is sharp, just one more example of her unexpected depths.  She rides him with an abandon that approaches desperation and it’s all he can do to keep up with the tempo she sets, rising and falling.  He knows where and how to touch her to make her come.  It’s the only truly useful skill he’s ever learned, he thinks, and the only one that’s never failed him at a critical moment.

She looks down at him and there’s a halo around her.  He hasn’t seen light that warm for months.  If there are angels, this is what they look like: fiery and chiseled, flames in their eyes and flames around them.  

She comes with a gasp, her limber body suddenly steel.  He holds her through it, waits until she dissolves into flesh again to find his own pleasure.  They still use condoms, most of the time, having both seen too much traceable evidence left behind in other motel rooms; feeling her surrounding him with no barrier between them is a rare pleasure.  He thrusts up into her, molding her to his hips, and the flutter of her inner muscles around him is enough to finish him.  Almost before he’s caught his breath, she’s in the bathroom again, washing up.  He rolls off the bed and follows her on shaky legs.  She hands him a damp washcloth.  It’s rough against his delicate skin, but he cleans up anyway and tosses the cloth into the sink.  She is gazing into the mirror again, disbelief and dismay at odds in her eyes with a fierce defiant pride.  

“It’ll grow back,” she says, half to herself and half to him.

“I don’t care unless you care,” he tells her, wrapping her in his arms and pressing his cheek to her head.  The arch of her cranium fits into the hollow of his jaw.  "Your hair’s not the reason I love you.“

She leans back against his chest.  "Why do you love me, Mulder?  Sometimes I think all we’ve brought each other is loss and misery.”

He kisses her ear, taking a deep breath to ease the ache in his chest.  "Years ago we talked about all the choices that had brought us to this moment.  I still wouldn’t take them back.  There’s no one else I’d rather face the end of the world with, Scully.“

"If the end would come,” she says wryly.

“Maybe it won’t,” he says.  "Maybe they’ll give up on us.  Maybe we’ll give up and settle down somewhere, build ourselves a homestead.  I could learn to play the harmonica.“  

"That sounds miserable,” she says.

“All right, city girl,” he tells her.  "Maybe we’ll rent an apartment somewhere anonymous, train the cockroaches to fetch our slippers, grunt at the neighbors, and avoid the eyes of everyone we meet.“

"Better,” she says.  "Somewhere with Chinese food.“

"Definitely,” he says.

They stand in front of the mirror, staring at themselves, staring at each other.  They have carved their names on each other’s hearts like pioneers at Independence Rock.  They’ll endure, he thinks, standing as tall as they can under the infinity of stars.  Whoever follows in their footsteps (their son, oh god, their son - he cannot stop the hope bubbling up in him) will find the trail already blazed, the path cleared and marked for his easy passage.  

Scully’s stomach growls and the moment is gone.  They are mortal again, and hungry.  They drag their clothes back on and microwave the soup in the miserable kitchenette.  She digs a knitted hat out of their bags and he is grateful that she never lost her hair during her treatments.  Her near-baldness was her choice.  There will be no flashbacks; she never had a wig before they began their life on the lam.  It’s funny being wanted fugitives as they pick at their chicken salad sandwiches.  He always imagined a life of crime would be much more glamorous.  <i>The Sandlot</i> is on television; they watch that as Scully leans against him.

Go west, he thinks, go west and grow up with your country.  They are still alive, still growing.  Her hair will be proof of that, a new way to measure out the weeks of drifting from motel to motel.  They make their own calendars now to mark the seasons: every holiday is a day of mourning, but they wring out moments of joy like this, just soup and sandwiches and a moment to breathe together.  It’s enough.

Note: Here is art B for Seventeen. Part A was for the first 6 members, so here are the rest. Again I will mention that this is based around a healthy dose of jealousness, to much jealousy is toxic for a relationship.


He`d find it super adorable but wouldn`t show it. He`d use the opportunity to tease you a little but would, in the end, make sure you know that you have no reason to worry about him liking someone else. 

“So you`re jealous? Well I am a pretty good catch and wouldn`t want to loose me either if I were you.”


Seokmin wouldn`t directly adress your jealousnee, just smile at you when he noticed you were jealous. He`d be quick to take you in his arms, not caring and rather wanting everyone to see so he can show you he has eyes for only one girl, you.

“You`re ekstra pretty today, did you know?”


He`d find it really cute how you acted when you were jealous but would also be worried that you`d get sad because he`d think you might feel neglected or like he doesn`t like you anymore. Since he`s such a lovable dork he`d be putting a smile onto your lips faster than you can think.

“Hey y/n, would you still love me even if I was bald? No seriously, look.” *proceeds to put on a bald cap and make funny faces*


I can see him being quite concerned actually. I think in this situation he`d be a sweetheart and ask you directly why you were feeling jealous and if it was something he did. He`d listen carefully and would try to understand your feelings as good as possible, before reassuring you of his love.

“I understand your feelings y/n, but I also hope you understand just how much I love you, and how much noone could change anything about that.”


He`d be surprised and confused. He`d understand that people get jealous sometimes but he`s so crazy about you he wouldn`t get why exactly you were jealous of anyone. Would probably whack out some loveable argument that would so funny you`d forget about your jealousy in no time.

“Well what do I have to do so you`ll never be jealous again? I know! How about I get your face tattooed on my chest!”


He`d be chill about it. Like, he wouldn`t be concerned with it, rather being his usual confidently cute self that he knows always brings a smile to your face. He`d also take you out to get some coffee or something, simply being with you alone for some time. This casual approach would be calming in itself because it would really show you how stupid it was to be jealouse of anyone because of him.

“Why would I be interested in someone else when we look so good together? Can`t make something better that`s already perfect, can you?”


A lot like The8 I think. He`d also be concerned that you were feeling maybe sad about it so he`d try to cheer you up and show you that your jealousy is unreasonable. He`d secretly find it very cute as well though, especially how clingy you were when you were jealous. I think Dino would like it if his s/o was cuddly.

“Oh y/n, you don`t have to jealous at all. You`re all I think about all day.”

Finer Things

This is…something special.

@aardvarkia​ has been something of an inspiration of mine - there was a period back in mid-2015 when I first discovered his initial Bear Cap story on CYOC and spent the next week and a half or so obsessively re-reading it. It’s still one of my absolute favourite TF stories today. I always felt like I couldn’t quite match up, however - before, I’ve struggled with making stories go past 8 pages.

So, imagine my surprise when he contacts me saying he liked one of my earlier stories and is willing to commission me for something. To be honest, it got me a little panicked, and I found it hard to even start. But as with most things I’m afraid of doing, once I did get started, I found it easier than I thought…and ended up writing my longest story so far.

This is a bit different from my usual thing, more archetype than character TF, but really I’m game to do more of this kind of thing - I think not having to make the subject align with a rigid set of character traits leaves a lot more room for creativity.

So with that out of the way, please enjoy this story of a life-changing trip to the West End of London! (Side-note: that watch costs nearly £7,000. kid’s lucky he didn’t actually pay for it.) (Extra side-note: this one’s also pretty NSFW so if that isn’t your thing then maybe skip a bit towards the end)



Being a parent can be tough in a lot of ways. Parents want to pass on something of what they’ve learned and raise their kids the right way, but kids can be difficult - some kids especially so. No matter what they try, how they phrase it, no matter what values they try to instill, some kids just never take on the lessons their parents want to impart. They wonder where they might have gone wrong, but sometimes, it really isn’t the parents fault. Sometimes the kid is just a little shit.

Garrett Parsons could, if you were feeling unfair, perhaps be described as one of those kinds of kids. It wasn’t like he’d lacked any opportunities. He grew up in a upper-middle class family - parents who were happy to work hard to achieve the finer things in life. His older siblings had gone on to do respectable things with their lives, getting their own houses, paying their own way. His parents had spent just as much time on him as a little kid as they had on his sister, Katherine and his brother, Barry, although maybe Garrett didn’t see it that way.

Maybe it was the friends he’d ended up with throughout school, maybe it was perceived pressure from the relative success of his siblings, maybe it was just something about being the youngest of three. Maybe it was all of those things, or none of them. Finding the reason for this kind of thing is always hard, but the ultimate fact of it was, whatever upper-middle class values his family had tried to instill in him, it was like absolutely none of it took.

Where his siblings and extended family had all gone to college to further their education, Garrett got out of school as early as possible and never went back, much to his parents consternation. Where his family appreciated fine restaurant dining, Garrett went to bars and pubs as early as he could - the more of a dive the place was, the better, it seemed. Where his family enjoyed high-quality HBO drama, he spent his time watching the soap opera of pro-wrestling. His family tried to broaden their music tastes - Garrett had only time for hard metal, sneering at anything that wasn’t played at 120+ decibels and practically shook the house. Perhaps the lens of pop culture is a limiting view, but the simple fact was, now at 18, Garrett rejected almost everything his family appreciated.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t tried to bridge the gap. After all, that was what this whole vacation was about.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write jaepil where Wonpil with jae because jae keeps on being mean to him/refusing his affection on camera (and maybe also off camera but idk bout that)

dude anon-sshi real talk; jae is more lenient towards wonpil’s affection if compared to sungjin smh i want to punch some sense to sungjin. anw what i’m saying is, jae openly laughs and mocks wonpil’s affection yet

gifs credit 1, 2.

honestly aksfkjaskjdfa. so i gotta twist the prompt a bit, yeah? tell me if you’ve read this then likes then reblogs lmao.

title: have you no idea that you’re in deep?

rating: G / word count: 1.8k / to celebrate jae’s upcoming birthday this one’s set on their upcoming Vlive “mama’s recipe” thingy / enjoy and comment on AO3 lol.

“everyone, right now we’re picking our teammates,” brian says to the camera to fill in the silence, “by drawing lots. it will be two versus three. so far, we have wonpil and jae-hyung picking two ends painted in red, and sungjin-hyung and dowoon with blue ends. now it’s my turn.”

jaehyung watches as brian, with what little variety show sense he has, carelessly picks the last lot with a loud exclaim. his end is painted in blue. sometimes, life just works in ways that jaehyung isn’t a big fan of.

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Harmony Blues

Paring: Alex Summers/Reader

Tags: female reader, backstory, friends to lovers, angst

Summary: Reader cannot touch anyone, not since her mutation developed. Now, with the Professor on her case, she has to finally interact with everyone else…

Notes: Before writing this fic, I had no idea before doing my research for this fic that Alex Summers and Scott Summers were related! Now I just want to hug Alex and Scott really close to me and give them blankets and love.P.S. I haven’t seen the new X-Men movie (Apocalypse), so this is based from what I know of him from First Class.

Word Count: 1,633

Posting Date:  2016-07-03

Current Date: 2017-05-15

Originally posted by purple-pizzaprincess

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anonymous asked:

could you share your thoughts about the ladies costumes on got? like whose costumes you liked and when, which ones you didn't etc?

Ah, sure! Be warned—naturally I have a lot of thoughts.

I think the GoT costumes are stunning. In fact, the production design has always been one of my main reasons for watching. Most designers only dream of having that kind of budget and that many talented people in the costume department (including a full-time embroiderer like Michele Carragher). So the product is bound to be pretty great. I preferred Michele Clapton as designer, and the overall concept really remains hers. Clapton left after Season 5 and was replaced by April Ferry.

Specific Thoughts

As I’ve mentioned before, I believe the costumes were strongest in Seasons 1 and 2, before the budget exploded. Sure, the extra resources help secure the best fabrics and quality garment construction/detailing, but I liked a lot of the simpler (messier?) designs. i.e. what we saw with Robert’s visit to Winterfell, in the very beginning. I found the earlier hair and makeup much better too, though Cersei’s stuff was a little wild (I’ll make a few comments on wigs/makeup/styling as well, though note that these form separate departments in TV production).

high collars and layers r’hllor bless

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fbexplorer  asked:

tarsus prompt: Chekov and/or Sulu find out, against Jim's wishes, how does he react?

“Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely. We found Mr. Spock’s in his full Starfleet file, did we not?”

“Yeah, but Spock’s file didn’t have a dozen ‘classified’ markers on it.”

“You are exaggerating, Hikaru, zere are only four markers on ze Keptin’s file.”

“We could get into a lot of trouble for hacking his file like this,” Hikaru mused, knocking back another gulp of Pavel’s favorite brand of scotch. “But to be fair, Kirk’s done his fair share of hacking for a good cause, and this certainly qualifies.”

“Zat’s ze spirit!” Pavel grinned, clinking his glass against Hikaru’s.

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wingsfreedom  asked:

I took some time to re-read The Promise (I wanted to check some penals), and now, I think I know the reason why Aang got violent. Aang, canonically, would go from pacific to violent under only "one condition": if someone hurt Katara.. Zuko somehow threatened/hurt Katara by grasping her by the elbows, and Aang couldn't take it.

I found that whole scene painfully artificial. I can’t wrap my head around Zuko setting up soldiers inside the city with orders to attack Aang & Co. As I recall, nothing in that scene indicates that the soldiers jump the gun and attack Aang without orders, or that Zuko made a dum-dum and said something like “Attack everyone!” when he really meant “Attack everyone except the people I like.” And then he has the nerve to be upset about Aang and Katara fighting to defend themselves against lethal force.

I also have trouble figuring out what train of thought would have led Zuko to expect Aang to attack him, when the more logical conclusion should be, “In case Aang shows up, I’ll have my soldiers tell him where to find me so that I can explain that we made a huge mistake in hastily deciding to ship everyone in the colonies to the Fire Nation.”

But then, Aang was already considering assassinating Zuko before he even arrived at Yu Dao, so maybe Zuko was right to warn his soldiers to shoot to kill if they saw a bald head with an arrow on it. Maybe we can get a prequel to The Promise one day that sets up a proper foundation for the events, like Aang getting possessed by Roku and murdering someone for changing his mind in front of Zuko.

So I guess I just talked myself into believing that Katara’s pain wasn’t even really necessary. Aang walked in already considering the possibility of beating Zuko to death, and then was attacked by soldiers who seemed to be trying to light his skin on fire. With a setup like that, of course he attacked Zuko upon seeing him.

At least Katara was included?

Anonymous said: so idk if you’re still doing these buuut au idea: charlie is the dorky museum tour guide and nick is the cute™ primary school teacher taking his class on a trip

(sorry for posting this as a text post! the internet is hORRENDOUS where i am right now, and it won’t even let me publish the damn ask? or upload a screenshot of your ask onto this text post????)

i am indeed still doing the AUs :D thank you everyone who’s sent me suggestions! it’s just taking me a little while to get through them

OKAY this one stabbed me in the heart because i like to think that Nick does actually become a primary school teacher in the future, and Charlie is the dork who did Classics at university… and a masters in Classical Civilisation…………

i find the ‘first meeting’ AUs really quite difficult because there’s got to be a lot of build up, i think? idk! anyway, for this reason, this one is SUPER long haha. I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY!

(for the ‘Send me an AU, and I’ll write a little Nick and Charlie story for you’ thing)

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How the Hermit Became Human

Summary: Takuto didn’t really have a reason to wake up every day until he met her. He comes to realize a few things about himself, some more surprising than others.

Genre:  Angst, Romance

Pairing: MC/Takuto

a/n: Happy Birthday Takuto! He’s been my bias for a while, and I hope this little fic lives up to his name somewhat. I haven’t really seen much angst fics with our dear tsundere hacker, so I tried coming up with one ^^! Enjoy :D!


Waking up every day was a pain.

After all, there wasn’t much to look forward to past the rise and shine. All he ever had waiting for him were codes to crack and time to kill—like I’ve ever had anything else.

People were an even bigger pain. They’d harp on and on about every damn thing, and they just wouldn’t leave him be.  At least computers didn’t complain.

Having to deal with breathing organisms was—no—is a pain in the ass.

“You won’t get girlfriend if you keep that up, you know.” Riki would smugly say. “Try being less of a hermit, and more of a—you know—human being. You can’t always be a loner.”

Well, the joke’s on you, ‘cause in order for me to feel insulted, I’d have to value your opinion.

The companionship of a computer screen was more than enough, anyway.


God, how irritating.

Somehow, Takuto always seemed to have the worst of luck when it came to anything random. He—of all the guys in this friggin’ room—was now stuck babysitting the newbie chick.

“I-I’ll try my best not to get in your way.” She says, too afraid to look him in the eye.

He glares back at her. “You’d better not. Like I’d wanna deal with an annoying girl—“

Who won’t even look at me, no less.

“Haha, have fun, you two!”

“Takkun, go easy on her, okay~?”

With the inclusion of the newest Black Fox, Takuto’s night was now a growing migraine. Another one to add to the list of headaches. The guys’ jeering didn’t help, either. Just what I needed to end my day.

Before calling it a night, he steals a glance at her. She was still tense from their earlier exchange, but her guard was somewhat lowered after all the alcohol. It takes a while before their eyes meet, and she quickly looks away, head down and all.

He didn’t know why that bothered him.

Tch. What a pain.


Their first mission with her went by without a hitch. The painting was secured, no one got hurt, no one got caught, and all was well.

But it would’ve been better if someone didn’t ask so many questions. Ugh, now I’m tired as hell.

While the others were out retrieving the painting, she stayed in the van with him, thanks to “babysitting” duties. She was curious about every little thing, and the questions kept on coming, much to his dismay.

“Well, my job’s pretty much like this.” He gestures to his laptop. “Aside from being mission control, I just hack into security systems to make sure the coast is clear. The job gets done faster, and I get to go home faster. Win-win.”

“That’s pretty impressive! I don’t really understand the numbers on the screen, but I guess you’re really good at whatever you’re doing.” She says with a look of admiration.

“…Yeah, well, it’s not that hard, really.” Anyone can hack into paper bag if they tried—

“That’s probably why everyone else calls you the smartest one here! I can see why.” She’s still beaming at him.

—but I guess it’s not so bad if someone compliments it.

He doesn’t realize the sudden tinge of red on his cheeks.


He somehow ends up stuck with her a lot lately. Whether it be just a mission, or lunch at some restaurant, he finds himself with her.

Just a coincidence, that’s all. He’d remind himself while his footsteps are already on the way to the museum.

Though what bothers him most about the whole thing is how he isn’t bothered at all. He tries to push that thought to the deepest recesses of his mind, saying he’ll get over it soon.



She’s a lot more comfortable around him now, even engaging in snark-to-snark combat with him. Although he’d never admit it, he preferred her this way as compared to the nervous person she was when she first joined.

The guys’ teasing, however, irritated him to no end. Can’t they just mind their own damn business?!

“Oh-hoh! It’s the husband and wife comedy team! You two are freakin’ hilarious!”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen Takkun so hyped up before!”

“Ugh, grow bald and turn into pigs, you idiots.” He tries to cover up his now-red face.

“Oooh, somebody’s embarrassed. Heh. Didn’t know you liked her that mu—“

“Shut up, Riki! Why would I like someone as nasty as her?!” Takuto interjects with a growing blush.

She’s a clumsy airhead who steals my precious pork noodles—

“If that’s the case, then I’m sure you won’t mind if I ask her out.”


 …Are you kidding me?

“No, she’s too busy for egos as big as yours.” And with that, Takuto storms out of Le Renard Noir, with a scowl chilling enough to frighten children.

Why the hell am I getting so worked up about this?


Takuto was never really an empath. He didn’t really pride himself in sensing the emotions of others, nor did he want to engage in heart-to-heart talks with anyone. It was too much effort.

In spite of that, he did notice that she wore different kinds of smiles all the time. There was the excited smile for missions, the amused smile for everyone’s antics, the holy-crap-I-didn’t-know-you-could-do-that smile for when he showed her something new, the satisfied smile for finishing a bowl of pork noodles—

Too many to name them all.

But there was one smile he absolutely detested seeing, and he’d been seeing it a lot lately.

It was the self-deprecating smile.

He didn’t understand why he didn’t like it. All he knew was that there was no reason for her to apologize for everything and criticize herself so often. Every time she’d put herself down, he’d feel twinge of anger somewhere inside him, and he couldn’t explain why.

You’re not as shitty as I am, so please don’t hate yourself.


He felt pretty empty without her around. Parting ways after a mission secretly saddened him, since he’d have to go home—alone and not with her.


Do I… need her with me?


Sometimes, he’d have to suppress the urge to pull her by the hand and run outside Le Renard Noir. For some reason, he hated seeing the guys go within three feet of her. Beardy’s fortune-telling antics, Hiro’s excessive glomping, Kenshi’s hair-ruffling—

Not to mention Riki’s shameless flirting.

“Tch! You idiots better stop pulling the moves on her—“

—because she’s mine.


Just looking at her made his emotional spectrum go berserk. He was sure he never experienced feeling so many things welling up inside him at once. Admiration, jealousy, infatuation, amusement, melancholy—they were alien to him up until now.

There was also this other new feeling. He could only describe it as a weird combination of all the others, yet it was somehow different altogether—


And that was the moment he realized he evolved from hermit to human.


Look, I’m not gonna say this out loud or anything, but yeah.

I’m lonely when you’re not with me.

I’m pissed when you’re with someone else.

I can’t think of anything else except you, and I’m trying to do something about it, I swear to god—

I just—

…love you, okay?

So please don’t ever leave me.



This is why he hated everything.  The only time he realized his emotions, the only time he acknowledged his flaws, the only time he stopped being his usual apathetic, asshole self and became a better person—

“S-she died trying to push you out of the way… I’m sorry, Takuto…”

The anger eventually subsided and turned into weariness. Suddenly, he just wanted to go home, to lie down, close his eyes, and never wake up again. Maybe he’d see her again.

After all, anything without her in it—

—was just a pain.

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At home, it’s just me and mum. Like Dan guessed, dad walked out on us early and mum wasn’t interested in remarrying. She’s my best friend in the whole world just like I am hers. We always sit and have dinner together while going over our day and sometimes on the weekends if she’s not busy, we’ll sit on the couch, share a blanket, and take turns picking out a movie to watch.

The only problem is that it’s hard being a single parent. It’s hard for her to pay the rent some months despite her long hours. She’s a travelling sales woman and since she didn’t go to university, that’s where she plans to stay the rest of her life. She works so hard with me though—trying to give me the life she thinks I deserve and for that, I love her. However, it still doesn’t stop me from complaining to her about Dan.

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