#long awaited sequel

[lestatbf]

white-hot radiator seeking sweet-blooded attic boy, must be prone to tears + intimately familiar with cigarette burns. can host. NCNC (no chains no chat).

[melanatedkink]

Good Job Part 2

Thanks to @anisespice, this was born!

A/N: sips tea Alright let’s get mad at our parents. 

Warnings: arguing, angst to comfort, emotional manipulation

Synopsis: Your family finds out you graduated 'without inviting them'.

Part one

It took you a long 48 hours to even post your graduation pictures. You were proud of yourself. Excited that you wouldn't be turning in another paper for as long as you lived. Or until you would be compensated for slaving away researching niche topics that had little to do with your interests. Even Mirio celebrated you long after your night together after the ceremony. But, your family was on social media. And you knew that after one member found out, then everyone would find out.

And, like clockwork, your heart sank for about two hours after you made the decision to post it. You really thought they just didn't care. Until later that night, while you were cuddled up to Mirio's chest about to drift to sleep when your mother called. She was in tears, babbling about how their baby never even bothered to call, text, even send an invitation to her. Before you could even put the pieces together, your father had gotten on the phone, spilling back handed comments about the opportunities that were paved due to his diligence in raising you. And before you could hang up, you had somehow been strong armed into a graduation dinner that weekend.

Mirio turned on his side, a bit alarmed from the ruckus he could make out from the call.

"Y/N? What was that all about?"

You sighed as you placed your phone on the bedside table.

"My family has now decided they are concerned that they weren't invited to my graduation."

Mirio's brow furrowed, "But you did-”

You waved your hand dismissively, "I know, I know. But it doesn't matter unless they decide it does. Which means that Friday night is now booked for a 'celebration dinner.' "

He scoffed, "You're not thinking about going, are you?"

Despite the concern etched into your face, you relented. And you were wound up tight until you found yourself days later ringing the doorbell to your folks’ place. Mirio stood close behind. If this was going down on your parent’s territory, he was going to be there for you. Fortunately, dinner was finished, which just meant that all that was missing was the show. A show that just would not end. The topic never steered your way. You were barely even acknowledged at all. And in the moments that someone did ask about you, someone else had the answer. Initially, it was morbidly comical, until it kept happening. Over and over. 

“So what was your major, again?” Your dad had queried after about thirty minutes of conversation. 

Your lips parted only for your sister to pipe in, “They were in liberal arts. Something about journalism,” 

You fixed your mouth as you were about to elaborate, until your mother found something else to talk about. Mirio traded a comforting smile when you glanced at him. Being ignored wasn’t unfamiliar. And if Mirio wasn’t watching this go down, maybe you wouldn’t want to bury yourself in the backyard. Mirio, on the other hand, couldn’t understand what was happening. It had been an hour since you two walked in, and not a single word about your graduation. Also known as the whole reason you were there. Mirio cleared his throat and piped in. 

“So, how was Jaqueline’s graduation?” 

Everyone in the room froze. You couldn’t tell if Mirio was genuinely asking, or if he was just being petty. But, it was kinda hilarious. If only your mom thought it was funny, too. 

“How does he know about Jacqueline?”

You looked between Mirio, who was currently finishing his green beans, and your mother’s passive glare. You matched her expression, “He was at my graduation,” 

Your mother wasn’t amused with your tone, although you hadn’t lied. She sighed, her expression melting into a mask of pity. 

“Honey, I’m sorry we missed your day. But that doesn’t give you the right to dispel our family business to…to strangers,” 

“Strangers?” you scoffed. Almost laughing at her conclusion, “I don’t invite strangers to my graduation dinner,”

“Y/N, he’s a stranger to us. Besides, Jacqueline invited us. And you know her family situation isn’t the best. She needed the support,” your mother reasoned. 

“Yeah, isn’t her dad like…” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, and took several deep breaths to control the swelling pressure in your chest. Somehow, your family’s second chance at redemption had turned into another conversation about someone else. Your chair harshly scraping the floor got Mirio’s attention. He watched you retreat to the kitchen with your plate in hand.

Your sibling snorted, finding this hilarious all of the sudden, "Jacqueline only graduated high school. What are they acting so sensitive for?” 

“Public Relations,” Mirio blurted out. 

Your parents paused, confused. Mirio clarified, “Their major, it was Public Relations. Journalism was her first major, before she had her accident,”

After a few seconds of silence, Mirio realized they were still confused. They didn’t know? Your car accident from your exhaustion, your internship at Mirio’s agency, the year of speed-running your new major to get to graduation. Originally, Mirio was peeved that your own family would miss your graduation, but this? That was easily two years of your life they so haplessly ignored. 

“Mirio,” You re-emerged through the doorway. You were ready to call it a night until your dad piped in. 

“What accident?” You froze. He reiterated, “Mirio said you had an accident at school,”

You blinked a couple times before you let out a breathless chuckle, one that spoke more to exhaustion than humor. In fact, your entire frame screamed that you were just done. 

You slumped against the doorway, “Yeah, I had an accident. Two years ago. But you guys were having a family reunion out of town. I also had an internship at Mirio’s agency. But when I texted you about it, she was about to go to prom.” you gestured to your sibling, whose smugness had morphed into discomfort, “I didn’t even want to put up those pictures about my graduation because I knew that none of you would even bother to look at what I did! In fact, why are we even here, right now? Huh, oh wait it’s for the graduation you ‘couldn’t make’.” 

Your mother attempted smooth things over, “You don’t get to throw that in our face. We didn’t raise you to be ungrateful,” 

You paused, “Grateful? You think I should be grateful for you trying to pretend like you care, but this entire time you haven’t asked me a single question about anything. You didn’t even know my major!” 

“Honey, we…we’re trying to make it up to you with this. I thought maybe this would inspire you to let your walls down and maybe talk to us, and you…You were hiding things. You knew you could talk to us, and instead you find this stranger to replace your own family,” 

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you actually make an effort to be in my life. Maybe check your phones before claiming that I don’t talk to you about anything!” 

You think your dad said something, but you were already heading out of the dining room, and out of that house, with Mirio following behind you. Guilt and relief fought for space in your heart. On the one hand, you wished you could be grateful for the dinner. You wished that you could believe your mother when she called you in tears about missing your graduation. But that fiasco of an apology… Just thinking back to it made your chest tighten. It was wrong. All of it was wrong. 

Mirio grabbed your hand once the door closed  to your shared home. You quickly avoided those saddened eyes. You didn’t have the energy to get into it. Of course, you’d be angry about this for a few days. The line of offenses spanned further than the accident. Mirio slowly walked up. You braced for a look of pity. But Mirio didn’t have it in him to find you pathetic. It wasn’t your fault. He covered you in his arms, shielding your pretty face from the world. He pressed his lips into the crown of your head. 

“I am so sorry you had to deal with that,” 

You pulled away, only a smidge since his arms barely budged. You were confused, cause that was quite literally your thought. Mirio didn’t need to see any of that. Especially this early into your relationship. Wouldn’t that affect how he saw you from now? Remorse etched into every crease of his handsome face. And seeing that truly allowed you to feel. Your brows knit together. It really was that bad. You sucked in a sharp breath. It hurt so much. You dug your fingers into the back of his shirt, your first broken sob breaking the dam on years of neglect. 

Mirio’s arms tightened around you, granting you a cocoon to safely let go. He had no idea it was that bad. But two things were certain. The first thing was he was grateful. He was so glad he was allowed to be there with you. Had he heard about this second hand, he might have snatched the phone and chewed them out himself. Ultimately, this was your battle, and it was up to you to make the walls necessary to keep your precious heart safe. Which led him to the second truth: as long as this was your reality, he had every reason to keep you safe from it.

[terradni]

Long awaited sequel. (Literally no one cares)

Ranking things Tara has called Slade based on how crazy it is that she said that shit.

(Least crazy to most crazy)

Slade- great work Tara ! That is his name !

Deathstroke- also his name.

Terminator- that was his name as well. Yeah cool.

Old man- that is what he is

Mister- idk kinda neural innit.

The whos’inator- roasted. Get his ass.

“Fearless leader”- (sarcastically) she has always been so sassy I love her.

Termy- she was still roasting him

Hot shot- this is so funny to me that she called him hot shot. RIP Tara ur so funny

Sailor- okay sailor is only up this high bc the one time she called him it was proceeded by “I’m legal now” which is a crazy sentence all together

Honey- she called him this a lot and it makes me sad bc he doesn’t love you girl!

Baby- get up girl but also it was funny when you said it

Love- OUGHHHHH Tara. Don’t do this to me.

[reddetect]

gyjo convo

gyro: i wish humans could groom themselves like cats

johnny:

johnny: who said they can’t?

gyro: what?

johnny: no, honestly, who said humans can’t lick themselves clean?

gyro: well-

johnny: personally i think you should try it, gyro

gyro: …

johnny: lick yourself clean

gyro: …

gyro: i take back my previous statements

[midousujifangirlyay]

Raggedy Andy boyfriend scenarios #2

Just imagine him holding you like this when your sad ^^

The sequel to https://at.tumblr.com/imakefanfiction/raggedy-andy-boyfriend-scenarios-1/bwss6v4zmt9a

um so sorry I haven’t been uploading that much I been busy lately but here :)

2: How you thought of each other

You: thought he was kinda mean because of his attitude mostly. over time, he started opening up to you and started liking you, in a friend way (for now)

Andy: at first he watched you from far away, not wanting to interact with you. Then, after a while he started hanging out with you you guys start being friends :) (but not for long though)

Um so yea sorry it’s short, idk what I’m doing (edit: HOLY-)

[the-writing-mobster]

You're What I Want gets published this Saturday! This is not a drill! It's been a long time in the works, but it's finally coming out!

Remember, Saturday, February 5th.

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[shahori]

Love the first one. Thud at the second. But the last... "Even though we're apart"????? Klauuuus!!! Come here!! Explain yourself!!! 😭😭😭

[hungvampbrian]

Just made this video on TikTok dedicated to the new fully loaded feature film Beetlejuice Beetlejuice (AKA - Beetlejuice 2 now in theaters.

The video features the Beetlejuice's outfit stripes, the 2 Fanta pop flavors and the poster.