Reblog this if your posts don't have expiration dates.
So that your followers know itâs okay to dig through your blog and send in memes, starters, or responses to opens days, weeks, or months after theyâve been first posted.
fuck it, i never ever do those âreblog for X, this one really works!â posts, but this one doesnât have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesnât even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future youâll love
âŠ..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.Â
Night was a prideful man. Everyone knew this. He had pride in his title and pride in his abilities. But he had the most pride in his time and care when it came to his loved one. He was more than willing to go out of his way to ensure the safety and happiness of his boyfriend. Hostâs joy was Nightâs greatest source of pride nowadays.Â
At the current moment, Night and Host appeared in their favorite park during their favorite season. Fall was the best time for the two. It didnât get too cold, nor did it get too hot, and the wildlife was active, preparing for the long winter so one could find more critters out and about.Â
Host looped his arm through Nightâs, hand holding his upper arm and their shoulders brushing as they began their stroll. Passing through the archway of trees that went down the entire pathway, a loop through the whole park that people would use for their jogs or walks. Mad had measured the length before and let everyone know his results. And while Host could recall what it was, Night never bothered to remember it since all he needed to know was that it took thirty minutes to walk the whole thing. That was thirty uninterrupted minutes with Host because no one would dare try to get a hold of them during their strolls.Â
Except for Mad.
But Host enjoyed Madâs company and didnât annoy Night much. So, Mad would walk with them on rare occasions.Â
Right now, though, it was just Night and the love of his life.
âThe leaves look so lovely this time of year.â Night hummed his comment, eyes glancing at the trees and then to Host, an even lovelier sight.Â
âThat they do.â Host agreed.Â
âMight I ask you something, my owl?âÂ
âOf course.â
âWhat do you see right now?â Night knew Host understood the meaning of the question. It was not meant in a literal âeye-seeingâ way, but with Hostâs abilities and how heâd adjust for either comfort or energy levelâgoing from seeing everything beyond what eyes could process to just allowing himself to be blind. The majority of the time, Host liked relying on everything except his sight but would use enough of his powers to be aware of their surroundings. Â
âI feel and taste more than I can see.â Host began explaining, using that naturally soothing voice of his that Night could spend an eternity listening to.Â
âTaste?â
âThe air tastes of fall. The subtle coolness, the wetness of fallen leaves left on the grass from the morning dew thatâs yet to evaporate. You can also feel that soft breeze and hear the rustling and crunch of the leaves on the path we are stepping on.âÂ
âWe take for granted our other senses, donât we?â Night placed his other hand on top of Hostâs.
âWe take for granted many things in our lives. But as time goes on, we learn to enjoy the little things life has to offer.Â
âThat we do.â Host chuckled, and then he suddenly paused.
âWhat is it?â
âThe others are here.âÂ
âTheyâre what?â Night started looking around, tensing up.
âCalm down, Your Highness.â Host tugged on Nightâs arm, guiding him where to look. âTheyâre here playing a game, not to interrupt us.âÂ
âOh.â Night clicked his tongue a bit when he saw the other Egos out in the middle of the large field.Â
âMaybe we could extend our stroll and sit on the bench, watch them have their fun.â Host tugged on Nightâs arm again, showing that it wasnât really a suggestion but that it was what he was going to do.Â
âWeâre not beating the grandparents' allegations.â Night chuckled, walking to the bench and sitting on it with Host.Â
âNot my fault you act like a grumpy old man.â Host rested his head on Nightâs shoulder.Â
âI do not.â Night rolled his eyes with a light smile.Â
âI thought we were playing football,â Jackie asked with a tilt to his head, seeing the white and black ball in Marvinâs hands.Â
âWe are playing football,â Marvin confirmed.Â
âThatâs a soccer ball.â
âNo, itâs a football.âÂ
âSoâŠif weâre playing football then I can-â Jackie bent over enough to throw Marvin over his shoulder, and he started running.Â
âJackieboyman, put me down!â Marvin demanded. âChase Brody! Stop laughing and help me!âÂ
âMe next, me next!â Anti called out with his own laughs.Â
âCan I sit with you guys?â Mad asked as he neared the bench.Â
âOf course.â Host answered, moving to be even closer to Night and leaving space for Mad to sit and open his book.Â
âNow weâre definitely not going to be able to deny being the grandparents.â Night sighed.Â
âYou say that like itâs a bad thing.â Host moved Nightâs arm so they could hold hands.Â
âOnly if I donât get to have you by my side.â Night kissed Hostâs temple.Â
âJackie! Put him down!â Dark snapped while Jackie continued running with Marvin, but he now had Anti on his other shoulder.
Wilford wasnât sure how to respond to what he had just said. âDark we donât know for sure that you're Antiâs next target. Itâs not like heâs made any proclamation, why donât you take a few days off to take your mind off things?â Dark chuckled.
âI wish I could old friend but this company doesnât run by itself. Besides, I don't exactly trust anyone except you to take over.â Wilford made a big sigh when he heard this. He always knew Dark was stubborn; once he sets his mind on something he sticks with it. It's been this way ever since they were kids.
âDark-â
âWilford please, I don't want to talk about this anymore. We have more important matters to deal with.â Dark went back towards his desk as he said this. Wilford looked totally defeated. He was really worried about Dark at this point. He wished for just this once that Dark listened to reason. Dark noticed Wil had a downcast look on his face. Dark internally sighed. He hated to see his friend this way. Maybe he is being a bit much about this.Â
âHow about this? Iâll do one patrol at only one of my factories tonight and that will be it.â Wilford closed his eyes and made a deep exhale through his nose. This was probably the best he was going to get out of Dark, he thought. âOkay, but please do get some more rest and donât stay out too late.â Dark wasnât entirely sure he could keep that promise.
âOkay I will. Now then shall we move on to business?â Dark gestured. Wilford gave a smile and went straight to work.
The rest of the day went by smoothly and at five in the evening it was time to go home. Wilford wanted to convince Dark to go to the bar with him, but Dark politely refused and said his goodbyes.
It was eleven at night and Dark was patrolling the halls of his first factory he opened ten years ago, The Gearmore Cogwheel factory. It was a project that took years to construct. Dark had put in his blood, sweat, and tears into this place. Even though it wasnât as grand as his newer factories are, it still held a place in Darkâs heart. His mind went back to the time when Wilford did the ribbon cutting for the grand opening. It put a smile on his face remembering the old days. Dark took a moment then snapped out of his thoughts to focus on the task at hand.
Now being close to midnight Dark was still at the factory. Nothing was heard or seen in the time he had been there. Wilford was right, maybe he was overthinking this too much. With a heavy sigh he decided to leave but not without one last go around. Absolutely nothing. Feeling satisfied, he made his way out towards the exit. Unbeknownst to him, Anti was hiding in the shadows. He waited for Dark to get some distance away from the building. When Dark was far away enough, Anti put his plan in place.
As Dark was walking towards his car, he all of sudden started to get a sickly feeling as the hairs stood on the back of his neck. He stood in place and looked back at the building. He stared at it for a minute and scoffed. âYeah right.âÂ
He kept walking until the ear-piercing sound of an explosion filled his ears. He clutched his head, falling to his knees as his ears were filled with a deafening ring. It would take him a few minutes to gather himself and get a clearer picture of the sight before him. The factory was now on fire. Dark ran back to the building to see it engulfed in flames. He just stood there in complete and total shock from what he was seeing. Everything around him had gone silent. He felt numb, thoughts swirling. All of the memories of the past; gone in an instant. Dark didnât even hear the sirens of the fire department as they arrived to put out the fire. Dark thought he could hear someone talking to him, but he just couldnât think, he couldn't feel anything. He felt his knees give out and started seeing black spots. His vision started to fade, catching a glimpse of the inferno roaring through the rest of his factory, a tear escaping his eye as the world turned black.
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