#feb 12 2022

[daisiesonafield-blog]

hi daisie! just thought you might want this for info keeping. thanks so much for your blog! twitter(.)com / harrysbluevans_ / status / 1492900443525107714

Hi dear,

Thank you!

"Anabel, love to you from me. Stay outrageous! - Harry"

[ociel-namesuggestions]

Today’s Terrible OCiel Name Suggestion is…

Waiss Phantomhive

“It’s an old Belgian-French word for royal blue.”

Deadly cursed by @abybweisse

[dmwrites]

“Listen there’s no way you can even call this the boatem hole anymore. This is just the boatem endless pit of falling… ness.”

“Does a hole have to have an end? And who is to say this doesn’t have an end, hmm?”

You would think, after all this time, Grian and Scar would get tired of this argument. They had it at least once in a while, whatever a while was. But then again, with two intelligent tricksters with nothing else to do, conversations tend to go like clockwork.

Pearl rolled her eyes at Mumbo, who shrugged. Impulse wasn’t paying attention to the talk, too busy trying to learn a complicated braiding technique he’d seen once in a magazine using Pearl’s hair. They all had their ways of coping.

It had been what felt like an eternity since their fall started. The darkness was never ending and all around them, except for the few torches falling with them that lit up their faces. Mumbo missed his other friends. Sure, boatem was like family to him, and he knew the others felt the same way. But family was family, and families could get on your nerves. He often wondered what Zed would think of all this falling, or how Iskall would laugh so hard at stupid jokes.

The boatem hole was never ending.

Until it wasn’t.

Uniform similarity is good for one purpose only- any ripple in the perfection stuck out like a sore thumb. Nothing is more uniform then the dark. And nothing is more different, in that case, then the light.

It was a tiny sliver miles below their feet (assumed miles, who knows how far anything was). Mumbo noticed it first.

“Guys, do you see that?” Mumbo interrupted Scar’s long-winded explanation about how getting money involved having bitches, pointing down.

“What is that?” Grian asked.

“Could that be the end- Pearl please stop wiggling I’m almost done with the Dutch double twist and if it gets messed up I will cry.” Impulse asked, looking down with the rest of them.

“Anyone here an expert on lights at the end of long holes?” Mumbo asked.

“Babies.” Scar nodded knowingly, before dodging out of the way of a rock that Pearl threw at him.

“I think Impulse is the closest. It’s gotta be something new and different, at least.” Mumbo mumbled. “It’s getting bigger too. We’re falling towards it.”

Everyone fell silent at that. Impulse tied off the end of Pearl’s newest hairdo. They all watched the light come closer, or, Mumbo corrected himself, them come closer to the light.

“Does anyone else feel… scared?” Scar asked in the quietest voice Mumbo had ever heard.

“Yeah.” Four voices responded.

“Fear of the unknown.” Pearl said. “But we have to face it head on. We have no other choice.”

Impulse took Pearl and Scar’s hands. Silently, the members of boatem all grasped hands. The light was so close now Mumbo could see every one of their lean, tired faces.

“Promise me you won’t let go?” Mumbo called out. It was louder, the light was.

“I promise!” Their voices were faint, but he could still hear them. He held tight to Scar and Grian’s hands. And they were falling towards the light. Mumbo closed his eyes, not sure if he was praying or dreading for an impact.

Something grabbed him by the back of the collar. His hands slipped, and scar and grian’s hands were gone.

“NO!” Mumbo could feel the vibrations of his scream, but heard nothing other another voice that rattled the world around him.

“Not you.”

He opened his eyes, and in the light he could see two dark shapes falling together, and the other two falling separately. And then, they were gone. All of them. And he was still reaching for them, a fruitless hope.

[daisiesonafield-blog]

from where the name "late night" come?

Hi dear,

It's allegedly the name of his song and music video. This is how we know.

[daisiesonafield-blog]

I could get Louis tickets for Philly on Tuesday - should I go for it?

Hi dear!

Yes, go for it!

Just remember to be safe and follow these guidelines when purchasing/selling tickets from/to other fans.

[dailyscottficrec]

Feb 12, 2022

warmer than anything else by amasijo

Author summary:

Melissa, Scott, and discussions at 4AM.

Reasons to love the fic: This is such a lovely Scott and Melissa moment. It's wonderful. I am weak for Melissa and Scott moments, and this one is perfect.