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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

Well now I just wanna see Goose put her hat on Ghost

Hehehe

“What’s this?” Simon asks, tipping your hat back. You swat his fingers away and push your brim back down.

“It’s nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing.” He raises a brow, staring you down, you can tell he’s smiling under his mask. 

“Shouldn’t you just be happy I’m not stealing your hat today?” You frown at him, swatting his hand away again when he reaches for your brim.

“I like when you steal my hat.” You really hate how many butterflies he conjures in you just saying that. 

“Only because you know you’ll get lucky later,” You gripe, letting him hook his fingers in your belt loops and tug you closer. 

“Maybe,” He says, “Maybe I just like seeing you wear it.”

More butterflies, you push at his face, cover his eyes so he doesn’t see you blush. It’s too early for him to be this smooth. What ever happened to him ignoring you where your dad could see?

“You don’t wanna see me with your claim?” Simon asks behind your hand.

“That’s different.” You tell him, it feels different at least. Feels less like a game and more like something… permanent. You wonder if he feels the same way about you stealing his hat these days.

“Doesn’t have to be.” Simon plucks your hat from your head, leaning down to let you swipe his.

You make an annoyed noise and grab his hat, watching him replace it with yours. It doesn’t really fit, but neither of you thought it would. You shove his hat onto your head and storm off to find a chore to do away from Simon’s too pleased smile.

He tips the brim of your hat down to check on the dark black he’d spotted against the chocolate felt. It’s his name. “Simon” spelled out in neat letters along the edge. He runs his thumb over the burnt felt, the brand you must’ve put on just for you, and now him, to see. That explains the attitude. You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.

Ah, he’s gonna have to reward you for this later.

Soundtrack for writers

Writing without music kind of gets me stuck. I don’t know what happens, I feel incomplete. The wrong type of music, however, throws me off. If, just like me, music is an important part of your writing process, this is the post for you.

Sound effects websites:

Rainy Mood 

Shower Time

Coffitivity

Soundrown

Noisli

Rainy Cafe

A Soft Murmur

Snowy Mood

Sound effects on YT:

- Journey

Night train

Night train with rain

Car ride

Car ride with rain

Airplane cabin

Pirate ship

Pirate ship with rain

Spaceship

- Nature

Garden

Swamp

Rainforest

Snow storm

Snow storm with fireplace

Winter wind

Winter waterfall

Beach

River

Desert with wind

Field

Underwater

Haunting storm

Cave water

- Places and events

Airport

Restaurant

City

Train station

Shopping mall

School

Convention center

Call center office

Fireworks

Classical music:

Liszt

Handel

Villa-Lobos

Mahler

Mussorgsky

Paganini

Clara Schumann

Robert Schumann

Haydn

G.P. da Palestrina

Rossini

Verdi

Chopin

Takemitsu

Salieri

Elgar

Debussy

Gershwin

Satie

Soundtracks:

Ghibli

Lord of the Rings

Skyrim

Pirates of the Caribbean

Harry Potter

Naruto and Naruto (villains)

Journey

Disney

Star Wars

The Terminator

The Last of Us

Cowboy Bebop

The Ring

Edward Scissorhands

Sleepy hollow

The Village

Until Dawn

Layers of Fear

Outlander

Downton Abbey

This War of Mine

Hunter x Hunter

Pride and Prejudice

Clannad

Marco Polo

House of the Flying Daggers

Baccano!

Somewhere in time

The Order

The Notebook

Final Fantasy X

Final Fantasy XIII

Van Helsing

Anno 1404

Jurassic Park

Lost

Titanic

The Last of the Mohicans

One Piece

My life in a gif

In this somber look at Dean’s relationship with alcohol, I picture the lyrics being sung by the alcohol, taunting Dean, threatening, and seducing him. Such a good song, chills!

Siblings becoming Guardians

I’ve been getting a lot of questions about whether or not older siblings can gain guardianship of their younger siblings.

The answer is yes they can but they must be able to prove that they can take care of their younger siblings.

To gain guardianship the older sibling would first have to apply for guardianship and be able to prove that they have the resources to take care of their siblings.

A steady income

A steady and stable place to live

Able to give the child(ren) love and affection

The sibling hoping to gain custody must also be mature enough to take care of children.

For some, who have been watching over their younger siblings since they were born, you might be asking “But I’ve been doing that for years! Does that prove I’m mature enough to gain custody?”

No and before you shout Why let me explain. In most cases you watch your younger siblings for just a few hours right? You’re only responsible for them for a few hours at most. If you wish to gain custody of a younger sibling you become responsible 24/7. 

Ask yourself a question or two:

Are you (or your character) ready to become responsible for a life other than your own?

Will gaining custody interrupt your life in a negative way?

If you are only 18 or 19 stop and think for a moment. 

Is it really a good idea for you to take custody of your siblings? 

Do you plan on going to college? 

Are you ready for the responsibility of being responsible for your sibling(s) 24/7?

If your character does file for guardianship the judge will ask the same questions. So think carefully about whether your character should gain custody of their siblings and if it is really in their best interests. 

Deep Tissue - JARED LETO X READER

AUTHOR’S NOTE; Thank you for the request lovely! I swear I just posted something about this earlier. How he can climb literal mountains, vigorously hike trails and terrains but his back is killing him on tour like….Sir Leto, what are you doing to yourself?

Your arms folded across your chest as you listened to him speak and you couldn’t help the distant feeling of unease that resonated through your abdomen. You had visited Jared often to tend to the muscles and aches in his back especially when he decided to go on tour with the band. He often explained that when the band went on tour and did shows, they always made it their mission to give the fans everything they had  including blood, sweat and tears. 

“If we can’t give them all of it, then we wont do it. Period.” He finished while placing his hand out and allowing his band mates to put theirs on top of his. It seemed to be a pre-show ritual of some sort, but your eyes rolled. You understood the idea of putting passion into everything you did, but his need for your expertise was becoming more and more frequent to the point where even you started to worry. 

You were surprised when you saw them all walk towards the exit of the bus and he suddenly stopped to hang back. You pulled your satchel over your shoulder before moving that way yourself and he blocked your path. 

“Hey….” He spoke simply.

“Yep.” You answered quickly. 

“I just wanted to say thanks for being available for most of the tour.” His grateful words were genuine but for some reason you felt like there was more. 

“But….?” You question.

“I think I’m good tonight. If you want to get some rest or go get something to eat with the rest of the crew, you can.” His eyes leveled with your and he nodded. 

“Glad t’know you’re not a slave driver……I think I might just take you up on that though.” You answered. Truth be told, you always had a good time with everyone, but the idea of a hot bath and being left alone for their nearly 4 hour show intrigued you more than anything else. You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face at the idea, but you tried to control it because you didn’t want him to get the idea that you didn’t like being around. 

“Try to contain your excitement.” He chuckled out. You pulled up your hand for a high five, but he hugged you instead. Everyone was a hugger, and even though you weren’t really into it, you hugged back. 

“Knock em dead.” You encouraged. You skipped down the stairs of the busses exit door happily but paused when he called for you.

“What are you going to do, anyways. You got a date or something?” He questioned and his curiosity was genuine. 

“Yeah with a real bath tub.” You admitted. There was a hotel just up the street with oval bathtubs, like the ones made for a queen. You couldn’t miss out on it. You weren’t surprised when he shrugged in response, but you made sure to move fast before he changed his mind. The thing about Jared that you learned quickly was that if you didn’t act fast, you’d regret it. When he was nice, he was nice, but when he wasn’t, you’d better prepare yourself. A perfectionist at best, and a control freak at worst. You never truly minded it because you were nearly the same way except less controlled and more solution / goal oriented. 

“Be back by 12, that’s when we should be heading back.” He ordered. 

“Sure thing Daddy-O!” You yelled back throwing up the peace sign behind you as you walked away without turning to look at him. You were mildly aware of his sexual kinks, but they held no interest to you. You had seen enough pieces of him to overlook most of his intimate parts, plus he was never one to really hide them either. He was the direct definition of shameless. 

You could tell when the show started because you picked a hotel close to the concert and the booming of the music resonated through the floors of your hotel room. It as like you hadn’t left work at all. The time passed slowly and you were eternally grateful for this fact because you found yourself doing a lot more than you had originally panned. 

You went to a restaurant to eat real food. With Jared being a vegitarian you usually found yourself snacking on whatever he had in an effort to keep a low profile, but the time had finally come for you to really eat. You ordered spaghetti, you admired the view, you listened to the music and even decided to go for a job. It was literally the perfect night and there was only one thing left to do; bathe. 

Your clothes peeled away from your body reluctantly and the sweat that clung to your skin only made it even more difficult to get undressed. The sound of Halsey blasted in the distance from your phone and the echo of it off the bathroom walls nearly made you fall in love with her all over again. 

You slipped into the heat slowly not wanting to get burned and sighed a breath of relief as you found yourself submerged. The bubbles surrounded you in a cascade of cloudy goodness as you felt your aches melt away. The deep curve in the base of the tub only gave you more room to sink as you thought of nothing but peaceful places. 

You nearly jumped from your skin when you heard Halsey’s voice cease and the sound of your phone ring and buzz against the countertop. It couldn’t have been 12 already? Cinderella hadn’t even begun to truly enjoy her porcelain prince just yet. You did the unthinkable at first, and ignored it, allowing it to go to voicemail because you knew it couldn’t have been Jared. He was a stickler about time and when he said 12 he meant 12. However, when it rang again you knew all too well that if you didn’t answer this time he would surely kill you. 

Your frame leaned over the side of the tub elegantly and gripped the phone in your hand. It was the young conquistador himself. Your eyes grazed the time and it was only 11. An entire hour early?

The facetime feature was lit up but you declined it. In declining you called back normally. 

“You seriously declined my call?” He asked. The slight outrage in his voice was clear.

“I’m…..not decent. When I said I had a date with a tub, I was being literal.” you explained. 

“I need you. I need you to come back now. Where are you?” His voice was panicked and you were slightly confused. 

“I’m ….in a bathtub Mr. Leto.” You answered in an attempt to be professional. 

“We’re coming that way, which one is it. Is it the Driskill?” He questioned. 

“….Yeah, I……I mean I can come to you J it’s no problem.” You answered, but he answered before you could truly finish your suggestion. 

“No, i’m already half way there. What room?” He questioned. 

“217.” You answered. 

“Yeah.” He answered before immediately hanging up. You looked down at the ended call on your phone and swore. 

“Dammit Jared. I can’t even take a fucking bath, really? I say i’m naked and you don’t even give a shit. I’d hate to see the day i’m on fucking fire or dying.” You grumbled while scrambling from the bath tub and rolling into a near by towel.  “You’ll never have a relationship, god forbid.” you continue hustling to your room and throwing your fresh clothes on your body. The sound of the draining tub was nothing compared to the loud banging on your door. 

You had just pieced together your shirt when you slid to the door to be greeted by a nearly slumped over Jared Leto. His lower half was slightly damp, and his body leaned mostly on Shannon as he stood in the door way. A deep breath rippled through you and hot air escaped your lips while your free hand fell to your side. Your eyes leveled with his and you narrowed yours.

“What. The fuck. Did you do?” You questioned. Most people didn’t understand that a massager’s work was like a painting on an empty canvas. They attempt to perform art and turn pain into a masterpiece of relief when complete, but when someone cancels out that work in a SINGLE night, it invokes a sense of rage. 

“Everything.” Shannon spoke matching your facial expression perfectly while glancing down at his younger brother. You opened the door wider to allow them entry only to mentally kick yourself at the idea of really thinking you’d have a night off. You should’ve known better. Jared wasn’t exactly a man with a plan. 

“Just lay him on the floor, right there.” You answer, pointing to an empty spot on the floor in front of the bed. Shannon let him down softly but the sound of Jared’s groaned announced his discomfort with the idea. You closed the door behind you and pulled your oversized shirt up on your shoulders.

“Not the bed?” He questioned. You tilted your head to the side in disagreement. 

“You’ve been here less than 5 minutes and you’re already trying to weasel your way into my bed? I’m shocked at you Sir.” You answered with artificial outrage while Shannon laughed. 

“Should he be on the bed?” Shannon questioned now serious. 

“No, he needs something flat and hard to straighten him out.” You nearly chuckled when Shannon’s eyes locked with yours and he smirked. 

“You know what I mean.” You shook your head while letting your smile fade. You knew that if Jared was in pain he wouldn’t indulge in the joke. 

“Lay face down on the floor and just …..don’t move anymore.” 

“Yeah, she likes em to lye still.” Shannon joked while rolling Jared’s body over slightly as if to help. Jared groaned a groan of annoyance, but Shannon laughed anyways. Shannon wasn’t afraid of timing nor was he intimidated in the slightest by his brother’s warnings. He would get in his pun, regardless of how anyone felt about it especially if it was a good one. 

“Be honest now….how bad does it hurt?” You question finally lowering yourself to your knees next to him. He only groaned and sighed. Your eyes lowered to his legs and you couldn’t stop yourself from touching them. 

“Did you put yourself in ice water?” You question and the sound of annoyance slipped through your tone before you could catch it. He was your boss and respect was a necessary ingredient in your relationship, but once more, you wouldn’t tolerate him taring himself apart. Shannon’s face looked away from yours confirming that it was indeed true and you were anything but pleased. 

“I told you that trick wouldn’t work again, you actually have to go through days of healing before that actually helps. You could make it worse.” You urged. His hand waved in your direction and you frowned. 

“Don’t you shoo me.” You ordered flicking at his ear with your fingers. 

“OW!” He answered finally turning to look at you.

“You mean to tell me that you can climb literal mountains, vigorously hike trails in the middle of no where and skillfully rock climb for days, but you can’t perform without nearly destroying yourself? One of these days I swear, you’ll listen when I advise you to do something.” You shrugged. His eyes narrowed and you inched to your right slightly while pressing your lips together.

“You mad?” You question sarcastically. He spoke your name with agitation and you rolled your eyes. 

“Just….be still.” You requested before going to work on the center of his back back. 

“Is, this where most of your pain is?” You questioned while pressing down on a slight lump. He groaned in response and you smiled. 

“You’ve got a knot J. Were you spinning on stage again?” You questioned and he groaned again. You shook your head before standing up and straddling his body. Resting your knees on each side of him, you placed your hands firmly on his back.

“This is going to hurt, you’ve bruised some muscles and thanks to your arctic bath in the middle of the parking lot, you’ve tensed them up when you should’ve been relaxing them. Now you have a lump.” You answered. 

“Now count to 3.” You began counting with him but stopped at two to begin. You knew full well that if you waited for 3, he’d tense up and just make it worse. The groan that left his body nearly moved even you, and he jerked slightly as if he were going to throw you off. 

“Breathe in.” You advised. Shannon’s eyes flickered to you and you looked around the room.

“Get a sock out of my bag, get me some rice and put it in a microwave or something.” You requested.

“What’s that for?” He questioned.

“Quickest way to make a heating pad….” you answered as if this was common knowledge. Being a girl with killer cramps came in handy when you knew your relief products. He moved quickly leaving the room. 

“J, this is going to hurt but I need you to relax. Squeeze my knew if it gets to be too much.” You requested watching him move his arm from above his head to rest at his side. He was much taller than you, so his access to your leg was simple since you towered over him at that point. 

Your work began and the intensity of the pressure in his back worried you. How long had he been walking around with this pain? 

It didn’t take long to soothe it out, but with the general shock to his muscles he would need that heating pad soon. The firm grip on your knee informed you that you were getting too caught up in your work and you immediately stopped. He moaned, and repeated it again as if the pain was still there. 

“Ow, J. Are you still in pain?” You questioned looking down at his back. 

“Just a little, towards the shoulders.” You figured. 

“Sounds right. I worked the knot up your body, all you need now is the heat and some rest.” you answered continuing your assault on his shoulders. 

“Better?” You questioned and he answered with another moan. I’ll take that as a yeah. 

Shannon’s frame slid through the door elegantly with all the ingredients that you asked him for, and he wasted no time placing it in the microwave to warm it up.

“You kids behaving yourselves?” He questioned. 

“I dunno, he’s been moaning for a while now so I guess i’m doing something right unless he’s been faking it. My heart would be shattered.” You respond locking eyes with Shannon once more and he smirked. It was always easy to provoke a reaction from Shannon when he was in a good mood, but there were times it was like pulling teeth. 

The sound of the microwave woke the room and you moved to stand up from your position only to have Jared’s hand tense around your knee. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask. His eyes opened and locked with yours. It was an intense stare but it was obvious what it meant. He was such a baby, and the look was enough to make you lower yourself once more and continue. 

It felt like you had been working on his back for over an hour, but you were pleased to find him asleep. 

“J?” You called to him softly only for him to snore. A giggle erupted from you and your mouth gaped open as you turned to Shannon who was crouched comfortably in a chair near the window texting. He suppressed a laugh and looked back down at his phone while shaking his head slightly. Little was known to you about Shannon’s personal life, but you were sure he was conversing with a woman. 

“Help me get him on the bed? Then we’ll put ice at the top of his shoulders and heat at the base of his back. He should wake up tomorrow feeling a lot better.” Shannon rested his phone on the chair and moved over to help you. It didn’t take you guys long to get him on the bed, when asleep he was nimble. 

After getting him there, you placed the bags of ice behind his shoulders and the hot compress against the base of his back. You leaned in close to put the ice near the base of his neck as well, just incase. You pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear in an attempt to keep it out of his face only to have him smile. It was a half hearted smile as if he were dreaming something nice. 

“……Berries.” he whispered incoherently and you smiled. Oh what a fat ass. you thought to yourself. You wrinkled your eyebrows and sniffed your hair and the shirt clinging to your skin only to smell the fragrance of your body soap. 

“I’ll take that as a thank you.” You whispered with a chuckle. 

“Thanks.: Shannon said simply.

“You wanna sniff me too? I’ll even let ya do it for free…..” You joked only for him to smile. 

“You guys take this room, I’ll get the one next door.” You urged only for Shannon to shrug. 

“I just booked it for you. Just pick up the card and you’re good.”

“Thanks.” You answered. 

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