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[cadotoast]

Hold up good up hold up

COD x ATLA?

My thoughts:

Soap is Fire

Price is earth

Gaz is wind

Ghost doesn't really feel like any element to me, or at least not water. Maybe another earth bender. Maybe he is human, but still beloved like Sokka

Thoughts?

[kaloschamplilliana]

Hey guys have this random pokemon dump because I'm not fucking dead!!! I swear I'm just....ADHD.

[neoraso]

friends to lovers with minho

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[missjoolee]

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Hello! Hi there! thank you for the book!

Modern au where Bobby is the one who dies of food poisoning. And Luke gets stuck on the anger stage of grief. Feeling betrayed that Bobby would leave them just as the band was becoming something. They were supposed to make it big together and how dare he just abandon them?

But it's apparent to anybody that the anger is just a front. Because he visits Bobby's grave regularly. And one day he's there and his emotions get volatile and he's yelling at Bobby's headstone before abruptly leaving, pushing his bike to the cemetery entrance. Just as he's about to hop on and ride away, he hears sobbing coming from the bus stop. And there is Julie, completely vreaking down and Luke has ZERO clue what to do but she's alone and completely unaware of her surroundings and what kind of person would he be if he left and something happened to her? This is LA afterall.

So he pushes his bike over to the bus stop and awkwardly waits her out and once she comes back to herself, she immediately apologizes, aggressively pushing the tears from her face despite new ones still appearing. Still awkward he's just like, "don't worry about it. Just didn't think you should be alone for that" and then he gets on his bike and cycles away.

But after that, he starts seeing her more often on his trips to the cemetery. Sometimes she's inside, having her own conversations with whoever she knows in there. Occasionally they walk past each other. And sometimes she's at the bench.

Its as he's rolling past her one day that she calls out to him from where she waits.

"Do you have a minute?"

He does.

"Can I tell you about her?"

Luke nods slowly as he sinks onto the bench next to her.

And then she is telling him about the life of Rose Espinosa-Molina

and he is mesmerized. In awe not only by the amazing life of Rose, but also at this girl who is obviously a writer, crafting a poetic story of her mom.

but the tears in her eyes are also like stars and he is compelled by her

He only gets that her name is Julie when she reminisces about something Rose told her, a soft smile gracing her lips that he's sure she is unaware is happening

then she finishes her story, thanks him for listening.

"thanks for telling me. she sounds like she was amazing."

"i just needed someone new to meet her."

then they go back to seeing each other in passing occasionally, but maybe it's slightly less frequent.

but then one day, Luke gets a call trying to book SC and it's the first gig they've gotten since Bobby died and he finds himself at the cemetery, feeling numb sitting on the ground leaning against the neighbor's headstone.

A shadow drifts over him and he looks up, eyes redrimmed, at Julie. She reads the headstone, face falling at the dates.

she sits down next to him.

"who was he to you?"

and Luke breaks down.

Without hesitation, she pulls him to her, gently pushing his face into her shoulder.

the wave of grief is short lived, at least in terms of being able to speak.

she listens patiently as he tells her of his friend, his brother, haltingly.

After that my ideas become less connected. Maybe they both begin to write at the cemetery and sporadically help the other. I have an idea for way down the line or for an entirely new au involving a thunderstorm, missing Julie, and Luke's being the one to solve where she's at. Not sure where it'd best fit.

(send me a book emoji 📖 and I’ll share the plot of a fic i’ll probably never get around to writing. No time frame on this. I will answer any that show up in my inbox so long as i still have ideas!)

[lespresso]

kind of rude that i’ve not yet had the opportunity to move into an slightly haunted and derelict lighthouse that was the sight of terrible misfortune, accompanied only by a cat and the candlelight.