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kingofbodyrolls · 3 months

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My Heart's Home (m) | pjm | series masterlist

Hi, and welcome to Bora Ranch!

At Bora Ranch you will rediscover who you are, reconnect with your sister, and your childhood friend, Park Jimin, that will stir old feelings back. There's a lot of ups and downs, a lot of heartbreak, misunderstandings, what ifs, bad timing, but in the end, you will know what truly makes your heart beat, and where your heart's home is.

It's a story that will take you on a heartbreaking journey to find out what love is and the meaning of 'home', coming home and finding love. There's a lot of angst in it, I'd call it HEALING ANGST. Everything will be good in the end! Just have to go through a lot of heartbreak before the sun truly shines. There's a lot of soulmates vibes/undertones in it, and it's a lovestory at it's core. It's very romancey (Why do I suddenly feel like I wrote a YA but with mature language???).

This story is HEAVLY inspired by McLoed's Daughters (both the world/setting/plot), some plot points follow that story, but most of it doesn't.

“It will take some time To find your heart And come back home You could walk for miles Cross every river And find your not alone ‘Cos I'll be there” - From McLeod’s Daughters theme song

🐴 Summary: You’d never thought you’d step foot back at the ranch– a place you used to call home a long time ago. When you are forced to go back, reconcile with your sister and a certain childhood friend that you had long forgotten, will sparks reunite? 🐴 Pairing: jimin x reader (main), jungkook x reader (only happens once in the first chapter)*, jungkook x OC (jessi), namjoon x OC (jessi), yoongi x hoseok, namjoon x oc, seokjin x oc, taehyung x oc *I also want to clarify some things about the tags/pairings! Jungkook x reader only happens once, it is crucial for the sake of the plot, but please don't let that stop you from reading it (I take it you want to read it because of Jimin x reader). Jimin x reader is the main couple! 🐴 Characters: female reader (she’s more like an OC, but isn’t mentioned by name and no “y/n”), Jimin, Jungkook, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Seokjin, Taehyung and four female original characters. 🐴 AUs: ranch!au, slice of life!au, childhood friends to lovers!au, cowboy!au, soulmate!au 🐴 Genres: smut, humor, fluff, slow burn and angst (yes, it’s got everything lol!) 🐴 Rating: mature/explicit/R18 – this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact! 🐴 Word count: 230k (epilogue excluded) 🐴Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸 🐴 Warnings/tag: will be tagged for each individual chapter. But it does contain sexual themes, smut and a lot of sexual tension and a hell of a lot of angst! Like series is an emotional rollercoaster ride, it will leave you both happy, sad, frustrated, mad, angry and oh so in love. All through the series. You have been warned, lol. 🐴 Status: completed (the epilogue is in the works!) 🐴 Fancy reading on AO3? It is cross-posted there! 🐴 Do you want to see the book cover (there's a teaser too)? [it's here] 🐴 Author’s note: this series is heavily inspired by the TV show McLeod’s Daughters. Some plot points will feel familiar, while others won’t (because I don’t follow that story structure to a tee). But If you love that show that I do, I’m 100% sure you’ll love this story too! Also, I don’t expect people to really be interested in this… this is more of a story about coming home, finding home, finding love and such… and I don’t know if you want to read that sort of thing? But I fucking love it! ✨

Chapter #1 - Inheritance | word count: 8.2k | read → chapter one

Chapter #2 - It’s a Long Road | word count: 9.1k | read → chapter two

Chapter #3 - Sometimes | word count: 11.8k | read → chapter three

Chapter #4 - It Comes to This | word count: 7.5k | read → chapter four

Chapter #5 - Our Home, Our Place | word count: 11k | read → chapter five

Chapter #6 - Wild Horses | word count: 11k | read → chapter six

Chapter #7 - We Got it Wrong | word count: 9.5k | read → chapter seven

Chapter #8 - Love You, Hate You | word count: 9.5k | read → chapter eight

Chapter #9 - Take the Rain Away | word count: 8.2k | read → chapter nine

Chapter #10 - The First Touch | word count: 16.4k | read → chapter ten

Chapter #11 - This Perfect Day | word count: 14.4k | read → chapter eleven

Chapter #12 - Broken Dreams | word count: 14.4k | read → chapter twelve

Chapter #13 - Love Letter | word count: 13.4k | read → chapter thirteen

Chapter #14 - I Wish the Past was Different | word count: 10.5k | read → chapter fourteen

Chapter #15 - Did I Tell You? | word count: 13.7k | read → chapter fifteen

Chapter #16 - The Stranger | word count: 14.1k | read → chapter sixteen

Chapter #17 - Love of Your Life | word count: 13.3k | read → chapter seventeen

Chapter #18 - By My Side | word count: 14.7k | read → chapter eighteen

Chapter #19 - Home [END] | word count: 18.2k | read → chapter nineteen

Chapter #20 - My Heart's Home [Epilogue + Q&A] | word count: TBA | read → chapter twenty

Please let me know if you're excited for this??? I'm still writing it, and honestly... I love it! But it's tough to write such a long series without any feedback or knowledge whether it's good or sucks... so.. yeah....

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lumosatnight · 5 months

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23 Fic Recs 2023!

This year has definitely been a year. I've devoured so many wonderful fics by so many amazing authors. Thank you @hprecfest for the super fun rec categories and for some fic inspiration! Here are 23 fics that I read and loved in 2023 (although some are quite a few years older) ordered by ship.

🌼 - fluff | 💔 - angst | 🔥 - smut

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💫 DRARRY 💫

1. A post-canon fic

The Discreet Gentleman's Connection by pluto (gayrights420) [Drarry, E, 80.4k] 🌼🔥 I had the absolute pleasure of beta-ing for this fic, so when I say it is amazing, it truly is just that. Fast burn on the smut via Floo sex, slow burn on the in-person falling in love. Satisfying in all the best possible ways.

2. A fic that made me laugh

AITA for being "obsessed" with my childhood nemesis? by @rainstormradish [Drarry, M, 4.3k] 🌼📲 Draco on a reddit forum is hilarious just on its own, but the banter and formatting really bring this fic to life. Amazingly creative, had me in stitches!

3. A comfort fic

The Eighth Tale by @letteredlettered [Drarry, E, 12.0k] 💔⏳ An oldie but a goodie. I constantly find myself coming back to this fic and having my mind blown every single time. Time travel timey-wimey angst.

4. A fic with art

Dating Draco - A Visual Game by @itsphantasmagoria [Drarry, M, Video Game] 🌼🎮 This is a fic in video game form!! Amazing art and lovely story where YOU get to make the choices for Drarry's happily ever after.

5. A favorite series

The Journal of Dreadful Things by @lilbeanz [Drarry, G, 112k, WIP] 🌼📖 Hilarious, witty, AND COMES WITH ART!! Lilbeanz draws and writes a wonderfully delightful series starting from Draco's First Year. His characterization had me in hysterics. Book 4 is starting soon!

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💫 COMMON SHIPS 💫

6. Fic with the hottest smut

Moonstruck by @prettyremus [Wolfstar, E, 3.8k] 🔥🐺 Found this gem while scrolling through the werewolf smut tag (don't judge me). I love the switch in dynamic with Sirius taming Remus's wolf through, ahem, rough sex.

7. An unreliable narrator fic

Sea of White by @dividawrites [Harrymort, E, 8.6k] 🔥🤍 Deliciously hot, creepy, and strangely sweet. Love their dynamic here, the unrestrained lust. Harrymort "die" and lose their memories, so, of course, then they bang.

8. A fic that made me cry

Far Apart, Far Away by @unmistakablyoatmeal [Hinny, minor Drarry, T, 1.6k] 💔💍 Infidelity angst has never been this good. I love the layers of emotion in this fic. Quick punchy sections that really pulled me in.

9. A Muggle(?) AU fic

Pleasant Hope by @ac1d6urn, @sinick [Snarry, E, 41.6k] 💔⛪️ Pastor Severus!! The angst, pining, and self-discovery in this fic is superb! I love the interwoven magic and detailed world-building of this little town.

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💫 RARE PAIRS 💫

10. A fav amongst faves

The Last Trial of Peter Pettigrew by @sleepstxtic [Prongstail, M, 20.8k] 💔 🐀 Holy moly, this fic!!!! Is this my new favorite fic?? Possibly. The concept is brilliant, so creative and nuanced. The Peter character study using outsider perspectives is genius. Seamlessly balances canon and new scenes.

11. A pre-canon fic

Careless by @tax-onomic [Luther, E, 1.5k] 🔥🪞 Lucius/Arthur my beloved rare pair!! I am captain of the Luther ship, and Tax's fic hits all the right spots. The pining, the sniping, the prickly personalities with emotional vulnerability underneath! And all in the middle of a hot smut scene. Perfect.

12. A canon-compliant fic

Scottish by thepadfoots [Chedric, G, 749] 💔🌟 Lovely Cho character study focused around her Asian identity and the boy she loved.

13. A fic rated G (more like T though)

Lion-Hearted Girl by MinnieQuill (odainath) [Minmione, G, 4.5k] 💔🦁 I know the large age gap might scare some, but their relationship feels very organic in this fic. The setting is grim, but there is always hope in the darkness!

14. A fic rated T

You're So Vane by @patriceavril [Romelina, T, 6.8k] 🌼💄Romilda is so delightfully characterized, I was smiling through the entire fic. Angelina is the perfect foil (and love interest) to Romilda's attentions.

15. A rare pair fic (less than 2000 fics on AO3)

Snakeskin by @cntrl15 [Bellastoria, E, 3.7k] 🔥👠 Talk about a rare pair! Astoria/Bellatrix only has 2 tagged fics on AO3: this fic and the drabble I wrote based on it. But read this fic, and you'll see why I felt the need to write more in this universe.

16. A fest fic

Master of None by @nanneramma [Snormac, G, 5.5k] 🌼🧘 Severus is so wonderfully cranky, and Cormac is fine AF. The surprise pairing of 2023 that I never knew I needed and now I'm obsessed with!

17. An under-rated fic

Sun, Shadow, Shade by @naomijameston [Snuna, G, 700] 🌼☀️ Post-war fluff. Sunshine Luna is the perfect match for sullen Snape. A short and sweet fic for this underrated ship.

18. A canon-divergent fic

but somebody's gotta do it by nocturn [Pangulus, T, 920] 😄🧟‍♂️ This fic will make you say WTF but also huh, okay that totally works. The concept is WILD but Lyra executes it wonderfully. Pansy drags Regulus out of the inferi lake and they flirt a little while he gets de-corpsified lol.

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💫 POLY SHIPS 💫

19. A dark fic

In his embrace by @loneamaryllis [Snarrymort, het!Snarry, E, 48k] ⚡️👀 Dark and dirty but so so good. A Voldemort Wins AU where fem!Harry is taken as prisoner. Snape's mindset as he tries to save her (and is forced to rape her) is so twisted and mesmerizing. Mind the tags!

20. A thought-provoking fic

Icarus by @thistlecatfics [Millvansy, M, 20.0k] 💔🍾 War trauma, addiction, codependency! This fic is messy with emotions but has a strong, beating heart underneath. I am in love with Parvati as she deals with Pansy's addiction and Millicent's denial — three beautiful, imperfect girls.

21. A holiday fic

A Time, Dark and Divine by @moonflower-rose [Dronarry, E, 17.0k] 🔥⛱ HOLY FREAKING FUCK!! The sexual tension in this fic is off the freaking charts. Drarry seducing Ron while on vacation in Portugal. Sign me the fuck up!

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💫 GEN 💫

22. A favorite fic under 5k

The Scrunchie by @saintsenara [Lightning Era Girls, G, 4.5k] 💖👭 Such a lovely look into some of the female background characters, all following the path of a single scrunchie. Lisa, Padma, Parvati, Hannah, Sally-Anne.

23. A fic with an ending I can't stop thinking about

Through the Middlegame by @sandervansunshine [Astoria & Peter, T, 6.6k] 💔♜ Devastating, heart-wrenching, tragic. 10000% would recommend. Kylee has already heard me screaming in the servers about this fic. If I could get a fic tattooed straight onto my brain, this would be it.

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💫 BONUS RECS! 💫

A podfic

Plenitude by @wilfriede, written by eldritcher [Amelmione, M, 14 min] 💔🥀 Amazing voices, amazing music, amazing ambience. Wilfriede really brings one of my fav Hermione/Amelia Bones fics to life in this podfic!

A comic

War Prize by @mrviran [Snegulus, Reggiemort, M, Comic, WIP] ☠️🐍 The panels are awe-inspiring. I am HOOKED on this comic. The murder and the TENSION. Ughhhhh so good. I am so invested in Severus's arc!!

A self-rec (completely self-indulgent)

For I Have Found Salvation by @lumosatnight [Snarry, E, 7.1k] 🔥✝ My first time writing Snarry! Priest Kink, church sex, and blasphemous religious imagery. Priest Severus is oh-so-tempted by Teen Harry. So fun to write and even more fun to go back and read as a guilty pleasure.

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⚡️ Want more fics to read? ⚡️

Try my rec tag: #lumosinthelibrary

Year in Reading, b-day oneshots, WLW Library

#2023 fic recs #hprecfest2023 #year in reading #hp rec list #drarry #wolfstar #harrymort #hinny #snarry #prongstail #minmione #snuna #dronarry #lumosinthelibrary #2023

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destourtereaux · 11 months

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treat you better - cedric diggory x fem!reader (part 4: the finale)

read first: part 1, 2, 3 summary: all is well in love and friendship wc: 1.4k follow @lovebirdupdates to join my "taglist"

a/n: dear reader, thank you so much for following this series - i never imagined you would like it so much. i hope you enjoy this final fic, and please do reblog if yes! i’m sad to leave ceddie and harry, but i like how i've ended it :)

The morning after Cedric’s surprise party, you’re woken up by the soft sunlight streaming in through the huge windows of the Hufflepuff common room. Lifting your head up, you hear Cedric grumble, arms tightening around you. The scene feels so cozy that you don’t want to return to reality - but there’s a Herbology midterm coming up, and you’ve never been a natural at the subject, unlike a certain Hufflepuff. And so, you begin extricating yourself from Cedric’s embrace, which is no easy feat.

“How’s it feel to be seventeen, Ceddie?”

You get a groan in response.

“Alright, alright, then you stay put, but I’ve got to go study. I’m not a genius like you,” you tease, squirming in your efforts to slide out of his grasp.

“‘M not a genius, Y/N/N. You help me all the time. Don’t go, I know you’re ready for it, you don’t need anymore studying,” comes a sleepy protest.

“Mm… thank you for your confidence, but I assure you I am not in the least prepared. And what is all this bad advice coming from a prefect,” you raise an eyebrow, before finally slipping out of Cedric’s arms, and standing up immediately to avoid being pulled back in.

You feel the loss of Cedric’s warmth around your shoulders, and it weakens your resolve far more than it should, so you figure you need to leave as soon as possible, before grey eyes melt you into a puddle and back into his chest.

“Oh, fine. Leave me right after spending the night,” Cedric jokes, fully awake at last. He chuckles at the flush on your cheeks from this statement, and dodges your hit to his arm. “Just kidding, darling. Thank you for the party. Now go do what you have to do, I know you’re a busy girl.”

You smile softly, before tiptoeing up to ruffle his hair, and turn to leave. The gray eyes don’t leave you until you’re fully out of sight.

******

Climbing through the portrait hole, you see Ron and Harry sitting on the carpeted floor in front of the hearth, playing Wizard’s Chess, and Hermione engrossed in a book on the nearby couch. The scene is so familiar and comforting that it brings an involuntary smile to your face, before you wipe it off, the fight replaying in your head.

Ron is the first to see you, freezing mid-check, and gives a weak wave. Harry turns, and so does Hermione, with the former also stiffing up, and the latter offering a sweet smile. Hermione then looks back, and, finding the two boys silent, rolls her eyes, and jerks her head in your direction, glaring at them.

Spurned, Ron and Harry stand up, and walk over, looking so dejected that you almost feel sorry for them.

“Y/N - it’s nice to see you again,” Ron begins, his expression sheepish. Harry nods to echo the sentiment.

“We just wanted to apologize for that night. For the mean things we said. None of it was true, and it was of no fault on your end,” Ron confesses.

Your eyes soften, and give him a pat on the shoulder, “thanks Ronnie. And I expect you’ve said the same to ‘Mione?” giving him a pointed look, to which he nods fervently. At this, you offer a smile at last, and seeing this, Ron seems to realize he’s forgiven.

“I’ll give you two some space then,” he says, guiding Hermione away, and leaving Harry alone with you in the Gryffindor Common Room.

Harry gestures for you to sit, and the two of you settle in on the carpet.

“Y/N/N - I’m really, honestly sorry. I had no right to say what I said, and I’ve felt horrid about it every day since then. I know you’ll always have my back, and some Yule Ball date would never change that. I hope you’ll forgive me,” the black haired boy finally blurts, the words spilling out of him.

Your resolve crumbles. I mean, this is Harry. One of your best friends. You could never stay mad at him, no matter how much he messes up. It’s like he said: you have each other’s backs. So you lean forward and hug him, breathing in the smell of broom polish and treacle toffee that you had missed incredibly, feeling the boy physically relax into your touch.

“You really like him, don’t you?” Harry chimes, as you pull out of the hug.

“Yes, I do. And I hope you’re okay with that,” you share, crimson spilling onto your cheeks.

Harry nods, a grin spreading across his face, “I am, really. I know I acted in jealousy at the ball, but I don’t think I’ve ever actually felt romantically towards you - not that you’re unlikeable, you know, just -”

You laugh out loud, cutting him off, and offer a nod, “I get it, don’t stress yourself out, mate.”

He nods in relief, “you’re my best friend, Y/N/N, and that’s it. I love our relationship, and I do not want it to ever change.”

You nod, feeling better than you have in nearly a month.

Ron and Hermione choose that exact moment to enter the room, the guilt of eavesdropping written on their faces. But you’re far too happy to care - the gang’s back together.

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Over the next month, life returns to normal, or rather, a new normal. Hermione is hanging out with Krum as much as possible, to make the most of their time together before the tournament ends and he returns to Durmstrang. You don’t see her nearly as much anymore, but it’s understandable.

Instead, you spend your days either studying out on the greens with Harry and Ron, or hanging out with Cedric, going to Hogsmeade’s various little cafes.

The second tournament task comes along, and you, Hermione, and Ron are pulled into the headmaster’s office then sent to the bottom of the Black Lake. When you awake, Cedric is treading water to keep the two of you above the lake, and you’re quickly pulled out and given a warm towel. Since Cedric finished first, the two of you rest in the champion seating section, and the boy keeps asking you if you’re okay, despite your fervent exclamations that you’re probably doing better than he is.

His friends soon surround him, arriving with endless teasing about how you’re the person “he’ll sorely miss,” and Cedric flushes scarlet at their words, refusing to meet your eyes. Eventually, he manages to shove them all away, and looks down to see you grinning.

“Ced, just so you know, I would’ve sorely missed you too,” you admit, before pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

Suddenly, Cedric could care less about his friends. He feels warm and dry and cozy, not a trace of the Black Lake’s eeriness on his mind.

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A few weeks later, and it’s your birthday. Cedric had wracked his brain for ways to top your surprise party for him, and enlisted the help of the trio to do so. Hermione contributed all your likes and dislikes: she knew you like the back of her hand; Ron got Fred and George to put together a little sparkler show for you, and Harry was in charge of inviting all your closest friends.

The day of, you wake up to Cedric’s voice, before he gives you five minutes to pick an outfit, then promptly blindfolds you and leads you out to the courtyard, where the cutest picnic party had been set up. You laugh in delight, ecstatic, and after a quick kiss for Ced, rush over to meet up with your friends.

As you catch up over drinks with them, two boys, one Gryffindor, one Hufflepuff, are standing a distance away, both looking at you with slight smiles.

Soon, the sky is darkening and the party growing more and more uproarious. You spin around to see Harry and Cedric talking, and grin. Strolling over, you place an arm around each. Cedric kisses your hair, and you give Harry a tight hug.

“Thank you for all of this,” you say, “seriously. I’ve never been happier.”

Before they can reply: you were never one for cheesy emotions, you (forcibly) pull them toward the karaoke machine, where Ron and Hermione are singing their hearts out.

****** THE END! interested in my other works? see my masterlist!

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mishy-mashy · 8 months

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Fourier never appeared in the main series, but man, he's actually really funny. Absolutely like Subaru in his behavior but less cringe that stems from realism and second-hand embarrassment. Just friends being friends

Since I got my hands on that EX novel, I'm gonna pitch some moments of him so he's at least remembered if his name is brought up. I'll include some pictures for reference, and won't include the whole thing to avoid spoilers

1. This one can be found on the wiki as is: he fell in love with Crusch at first sight, but the moment she saw him, she threatened him with a knife in his own house—she then proceeded to almost attempt suicide for her mistake

2. He's so much like Subaru. He's loud, brash, in love with a girl at first sight, has small worries that he blows out of proportion unless they're absolutely important and life-changing like impending death, falls to his knees in anime-style sulking when told he's not as manly/strong as he wants to be to the girl he likes...

3. After seeing Crusch, you see how there's a guy chasing him in the first picture? That's his tutor. Fourier proceeded to slap him in the face ("MY EYE!!" screamed in comical fashion), drag him down a hall, and make him hit his head on every column and wall in existence

4. In the second picture, where Crusch holds a dagger, Fourier backtracks over it a lot like Subaru would

Fourier: Who would give their daughter a dagger on their birthday? They've no sense.

Crusch: Your Highness, I asked for this dagger from my father as a gift that day.

Fourier: Yep! Your father's the most sensible man ever! Daggers, wonderful gifts to young girls, they are!

5. That illustration of him and Crusch in a sword fight? He did that so Crusch would wear a dress.

Crusch sees him about to fall over like a shaking fawn, pathetic with trembling legs and supporting himself on his sword. He's exhausted and wanting to pass out or cry, and Crusch is like "Should we stop?"

And Fourier is all "NO!" and charges in with war cries the entire time.

"YAAAAAHHHH! CRUUUSCH! WEAR A DRESSS!!!"

I crap not, that's all he shouted, and it kinda scared Crusch.

"Wear makeup! Like flowers! Wear jewelry! Show me that beautiful smileeee!!! Uwaaaaaa!!!"

That's his motivation. It's hilarious and also sad, because he knows he probably hurt Crusch a lot for not letting her wear dresses. He's so exhausted by the end of it that he literally passes out on the ground after Crusch cedes it's her defeat

6. He didn't know Ferris was a boy. So when he had Ferris pose as his fiancee after Crusch couldn't so he could turn down his marriage prospect,

He did so, thinking Ferris was a girl. He only found out afterwards.

Also, before they actually went through with the plan, Fourier was raring to pretend being Crusch's lover, and getting all flustered at the idea. Imagine servant Subaru being all blushy over going on a date with Emilia and wiggling around. Not very different

"M-Me... and Crusch..!!"

"Compose yourself, my prince!"

- Fourier and Ferris, off of memory

7. The castle rumored that Fourier was gay, because he declared he loved Ferris, no matter his gender.

"As long as you're you..!"

Which is really sweet (how Fourier loves him). Still, Ferris worried he hated him after the reveal.

Ferris and Crusch are discussing this new rumor as Ferris is afraid of confronting Fourier after he learned he was a male... then His Highness comes barreling in, basically screaming and crying

"Crusch! Ferris! It's horrible, oh so horrible! I need you two now through the worst struggle of my life! Where are my two trusted people?!"

Because he literally just heard the rumor himself.

I think he was afraid that Crusch wouldn't love him if she thought he was batting for the other team, and that's why he stressed over the rumor? He also feared Crusch not liking him if he got fat

He's so fricken funny and this is just from me skimming the book. I haven't sat down to read it through, but just by skimming, Fourier and Subaru behave so similarly that it's just- my gosh.

Do Ferris and Crusch look at Subaru and think of the prince? When Subaru shouted and disrupted the Royal Selection gathering, and Julius probably saw Joshua, did those two see Fourier?

Granted, Fourier is more wise and composed than Subaru, and probably would've been more graceful about his interruptions, but the shouting of what he wants and thinks when riled up? The "wisdom" (knowledge) that comes out of nowhere, which both Fourier and Subaru have? (Fourier from instinct, Subaru from Return By Death)

Fourier wanted so badly to let Crusch be a woman, and fawned over her beauty and just wanted her to enjoy typical things of women. Subaru kicks his blanket like it's personally assaulting him, just thinking of multiple Emilias as he tries to sleep, and isn't afraid of showing his affection throughout the entire series

On the point of affection, neither of them are afraid of showing it to people they care about. Subaru braids hair, plays with kids, compliments outfits and smiles, Fourier hugs and tells his dreams of futures with his friends and has dances with them, etc.

(They even have the penchant of acting like things are fine to Julius by not telling him anything before they literally collapse in front of him [Fourier in a carriage, Subaru being possessed], leaving Julius to deal with them when things go south)

(On that note, it's sweet that Julius always calls for Ferris when someone is hurting, because he knows who can help best)

Anyway, Fourier? Funny kid. Resembles Subaru. Parallels can probably be drawn from them. Is important to the development of Crusch and Ferris, so it's not bad to remember him. The history of the royal family should come into play when regarding the Archbishop of Lust and Felt, too.

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iltuoangelodifiducia · 5 months

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Mirti’s favourite Good Omens fics

Hello hello hello! I’ve been reading lots of fics recently, and I’ve decided to share here some of my favourite ones ♡

Canonverse

Through the years

✧ Mean It by Fyre [one-shot, 1991 words, rated G]

In 1650, a little tradition was born.

✧ Technicalities by curtaincall [one-shot, 1610 words, rated M]

Aziraphale is always very careful with his wording. Crowley's never really been in a position to question it.

Post Season 1

✧ When all of the stars in the sky align by gallantrejoinder [3 chapters, 9k words, completed, rated G]

It was approximately three years after the apoca-wasn’t that Crowley fell into a baptismal font.

It was extremely uncool of him to do so, and years afterwards, he would deny that it had happened like that. All right, maybe he still had trouble with the whole owning four limbs thing after all the years of snakehood - still, that didn’t make him clumsy.

But the point remained. Crowley fell into a literal vat of holy water.

And survived.

✧ Wrong Turn by anticyclone and D20Owlbear [10 chapters, 37k words, completed, rated T]

Lots and lots of somethings are wrong. First, Crowley's nearly hit by a car. Then he almost brains himself tripping over new and excessive piles of books at the bookshop. To add insult to near-injury, Aziraphale starts throwing knives at him. Safe to say his day could be going better.

The thing that's the most wrong of all is the universe, of course. In this one there was never an Arrangement. Aziraphale and Anthony (they can't both be 'Crowley') aren't friends and they certainly never agreed to prep for Armageddon. Unfortunately, the end of the world is two days away.

So that's something Crowley really has to fix before they can figure out how to get him home.

✧ Temporary Tattoo by cyankelpie [6 chapters, 9k words, completed, rated G]

Crowley’s snake tattoo goes on a little adventure and visits Aziraphale. Crowley doesn’t notice it’s missing until halfway to their next assignment, by which time their only option is to write to Aziraphale and ask him to keep the snake safe until Crowley returns.

They wish they’d thought to mention that they can still feel every touch to the snake, but how could they have known how affectionate Aziraphale would be with it?

✧ It's a new craze by attheborder [one shot, 5k words, rated T]

CROWLEY: I try not to make a habit of gratitude, but I must give our appreciation to everyone out there who’s been listening and subscribing to The Ineffable Plan.

AZIRAPHALE: Ooh, yes, we’ve become quite popular, haven’t we?

CROWLEY: Yeah, just hit number eight on the advice charts … No advertising at all.

AZIRAPHALE: Mm. How … miraculous.

CROWLEY: … Aziraphale. You did not.

Crowley and Aziraphale are very possibly the people least qualified, on the entire planet, to start up an advice podcast. But what else is there to do when the world isn’t ending anytime soon, you’re technically on indefinite sabbatical from your lifelong careers, and you need a plausible excuse to spend more time with your best friend who you’re definitely not, absolutely not, maybe just a little, actually maybe overwhelmingly in love with?

✧ I am just the (new invention) by littlesnowpea [one-shot, 7k words, rated T]

A list of hobbies Crowley has picked up over the past 6000 years: gardening, cooking, fashion, pining for Aziraphale, making YouTube videos

A list of hobbies Aziraphale has picked up over the past 6000 years: reading, book restoration, music, pining for Crowley, commenting on Crowley’s YouTube videos

When Aziraphale starts giving Crowley flowers, Crowley takes to his YouTube channel to discuss the meaning behind it, where Aziraphale comments encouragement to confess his feelings – under an alias, of course. There is absolutely no way any of this could ever go wrong.

✧ Heavenly Dues by IneffableDoll [one-shot, 2074 words, rated G]

Months after Armageddon, Heaven still receives receipts detailing Aziraphale’s daily miracle usage. Michael makes the mistake of checking them one idle day.

Aziraphale reheats a lot of tea and admires his demon, scandalizing an archangel in the process.

Post Season 2

✧ Shinin' down like water by contritecactite [one-shot, 2163 words, rated T]

He's always been late, himself, so perhaps it's not surprising that he finds himself in this situation: politely avoiding eye contact with the Voice of the Almighty on an interminable ride in a flawless white lift. Well, not so flawless after all; there's a scuff mark in one corner that looks just a bit like a snake, if he squints. Yes, in fact—just like the kind Crowley used to leave behind in casual acts of vandalism in the places they visited. Stone walls, sidewalks, picnic tables, bar tops—there must be thousands around the world by now, little breadcrumbs, proof of Crowley's existence.

✧ You Can't Take It With You by curtaincall [one-shot, 1377 words, rated M]

Celestial Lift Maintenance Technician is an easy job. Or it was, until Aziraphale took over as Supreme Archangel. With everyone heading back and forth from Earth all the time, Alex’s gig has become a lot more demanding.

And, weirdly, also a lot…stickier?

Outsider POV

✧ Anthony J. Crowley, Retired Demon and Airbnb Superhost by TheOldAquarian [one-shot, 3027 words, rated G]

What are you supposed to do when you've been fired from your sweet job in Hell for thwarting the schemes of Satan, you've got a swanky flat in Mayfair, and you're looking for an excuse to spend all your time in someone else's bookshop? Obviously, you turn to the dubious world of short-term vacation rentals.

The resulting Airbnb property has been variously described as "an instagram trap," "a vampire den but make it botanical," and "the weirdest bed and breakfast in the shared history of beds and breakfasting."

✧ I live next door to a haunted bookshop owned by an immortal cryptid bastard. AMA! by kyaticlikestea [one-shot, 6k words, rated T]

Before anyone reports this post, I got this AMA authorised by posting proof to a mod, so there.

Hi, Reddit! I’m no-one special, but about 6 months ago, I moved into a flat above a cafe next door to a bookshop, and my life has never been the same since, because the man who runs the bookshop is some sort of ageless (mostly) benevolent eldritch being. By all accounts, he hasn’t aged a day since at least 1944, sometimes he seems to have just too many eyes, and I once saw him turn water into wine (a nice rosé). His coworker / best friend / boyfriend / shadow entity is also definitely some kind of cryptid, but despite trying harder to be a bastard, he’s somehow less successful at it.

So, if you have any questions about what it’s like to live next door to an eternal bastard man, AMA!

Canon divergence

✧ Living Proof by theinkwell33 [one-shot, 6k words, rated G]

Due to a Huge Misunderstanding when they first meet, Crowley spends the next six thousand years thinking Aziraphale is a demon, and Aziraphale thinks Crowley is an angel. By the time they figure out the truth, they've only got eleven years left until the end of the world.

Alternately, the one where Aziraphale and Crowley are enemies, but neither of them ever got the memo.

AUs

✧ My Immortal Beloved by Fyre [one-shot, 3666 words, rated T]

A couple of centuries ago, Crowley had a Thing with an average normal human. Only for some reason, every letter he ever sent to that average normal human has just turned up in a museum exhibit. Including the ones about licking.

✧ With you, with me by NohaIjiachi [6 chapters, 41k words, completed, rated T, priest Aziraphale and demon Crowley ;) ]

“Oh, shit,” Crowley muttered, but it came out more like ‘ohkjfd—‘

The man— A bloody priest was still keeping his umbrella over Crowley. The fabric of his button-up had darkened on his shoulders, now throughly drenched.

He could see more details, now, and Crowley stared. The priest had round, gentle features, and a shock of hair so blond it looked white collected in messy, soft curls. There was some sense of deep-sedated sadness in his grey-blue eyes, as he looked down at Crowley.

“I’d imagine that you need to get back up on your feet, then, son,” the priest said, sounding somehow tired. “You can’t stay here.”

“…I have nowhere to go,” Crowley replied, feeling like his tongue was double in size in his mouth. It was a lie, and wasn’t one at the same time.

He could technically go anywhere he wanted, as long as the Bentley stopped pouting at him for getting high again, but he had nowhere to go.

#good omens fic recs #mirti's fav good omens fics #good omens #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #my fav good omens fics #aziracrow #my post #good omens fics

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lovelyleclercs · 1 year

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Chapter Seven- Guilty Tears

Arthur Leclerc x Sofia Sine

->goodbye's have never been so hard for Arthur and Sofia, but this goodbye in particular held so much more behind it.

warnings: mentions of cancer, fighting cancer alone, mentions of death, I think that's it but please let me know if there is anything else, I don't know how cancer treatments actually go, I only ever heard of bits and pieces so if anything is wrong, I am sorry, I'm writing a fictional story regardless.

word count: 1500

a/n: I sobbed writing this one, sorry bestie boos

Seven days post treatment and Sofia was finally feeling somewhat normal again.

This past treatment had taken a toll on her, knocking her off of her feet for five days straight- only waking up to go to the bathroom or to try to get some food and water in her system.

Despite only sleeping most days, Arthur had never left her side once. Every time Sofia woke up, Arthur was in her bed, at her desk doing work, or even sitting on the floor reading a book.

Sofia had told him countless times that he didn’t have to stay- that there were far more interesting things he could be doing than being cooped up in an apartment with her all week long while she slept her treatment pains away- but Arthur insisted on staying.

When Sofia had finally been able to keep her eyes open for longer than an hour at a time, the two of them would watch a movie, talk about the upcoming F2 season, and eat food as long as Sofia could stomach it.

Sofia had appreciated Arthur’s company, it made the idea of treatments and recovery just a little bit more bearable, though she knew it wouldn’t last for long.

In a weeks time, the F2 season would be underway and Arthur would be home less and less, meaning that she would have to attend her treatments alone, recover from them alone, and fight off this horrible illness alone.

The thing she hated the most about it though was the fact that she would be unable to attend any of the races this year- at least not for the first half of the season.

Due to the intensity and side effects of her treatment, Dr. M had put Sofia on a strict no traveling ban.

Thankfully though, F2 did race in Monaco and she would be able to see parts of the track from her bedroom window, but that wasn’t the same as attending a grand prix weekend with him.

When Arthur came into Sofia’s room late that Wednesday night, she knew it was him coming to say goodbye. Arthur would be gone for three weeks, having no time to fly back home and visit in between race weekends.

Sofia looked up from her book and saw Arthur standing in the doorway of her room, his face holding an expression of sadness and sorrow- almost as though he felt guilty for having to leave her.

Arthur smiled sadly, walking over to her bed before sitting on the edge of it and picking up her hand gently. “I’ve gotta go… my flight leaves in an hour”

Sofia put her book down and nodded a little, her eyes meeting his for a moment. “Ok, have fun, I’ll be watching every session, you know that”

Arthur nodded and looked down at their hands as he felt himself getting emotional. “I’m sorry I won’t be here for your next treatment… I really tried to get some time off to fly here for the day but it’s just not possible…”

Sofia squeezed his hand a little and nodded. “It’s ok, Art. I understand. You’ve got a busy season this year, I can’t expect you to be here with me 24/7 nor can I expect you to be able to come with me to every appointment”

Arthur sighed and shook his head “This isn’t fair, Sof. You should be coming with me. You should be with me for my first F2 race”

Sofia teared up a little, the realities of how much this disease was truly taking from her finally hitting her. Arthur would never have a first F2 race again. She would be missing out on the start of what could potentially land him a seat in Formula 1- and she hated it.

“I know, Arthur. I know…” she whispered, her voice beginning to crack as a few tears managed to slip down her face.

Arthur pulled Sofia into a tight hug, not knowing what else to say or do. He hated the fact that he couldn’t even sit with her for very long-he was on a strict time schedule and this goodbye was already taking way longer than he had time for. “I’ve gotta go, but please know that I love you and that I'm here for you, even if I'm thousands of miles away, ok?”

Sofia nodded and pulled from the hug “I know, Arthur. I love you too”

Arthur sighed and let go of Sofia’s hand, pushing himself off of the bed as he made his way towards the door.

Sofia stared down at her fidgeting hands, already missing the hold Arthur’s hand had on them just seconds prior. Tears were falling down her face, a few drops landing on her hands in front of her. Silent cries, ones that she was hoping Arthur wouldn’t notice. She hadn’t expected this goodbye to be so hard- goodbyes were something her and Arthur were used to- but this one held so much more behind it.

It meant she would be alone for the next three weeks- Nobody to hold her while she suffers through her treatment, nobody to wake her up just to try to get her to eat or drink, nobody to keep her company when she felt alone or sad

It meant missing out on seeing Arthur start his F2 career, something he had longed for and dreamed of ever since signing his F3 contract two years ago.

But the one thing that weighed on her the most was the possibility that maybe this was the last time she’d ever see Arthur.

What if something happened when he was gone and she didn’t make it? The last memory she had of him would be that sad, guilt ridden face as he apologized for doing what he loved.

Arthur turned around as he was about to walk out of her bedroom. He didn’t fail to notice the few tears dripping off of her face and onto her hands, nor did he fail to notice the way her breathing had increased despite her being able to keep her cries silent. His heart broke at the sight before him, knowing that he was partially to blame for the tears falling.

Without saying another word, Arthur walked out of the room, knowing that even though it was the last thing he wanted to do right now, he didn’t really have a choice.

He got out to the car, climbing into the back seat as Charles and Charlotte occupied both front seats. “Someone really should have stayed with her, you know” he mumbled, sort of as a stab at Charlotte for choosing to attend a race instead of sitting with her sister, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he was doing the same thing.

He could’ve chosen to stay home with her. He could have chosen to take a year off of racing and hoped that Rene would give him his shot at F2 next year, but no.

He chose to leave her.

He chose to let her fight this fight alone.

He chose to fly thousands of miles away to pursue his dreams.

“Sorry, that was rude of me to say, I'm sorry..” he whispered, his voice shaking as tears began to form in his eyes.

“It’s ok…” Charlotte said as she noticed the pain in his voice. “She doesn’t want me anywhere near her.. She only trusts you right now… I hope you understand why i’ve chosen to attend the first grand prix”

Arthur nodded and looked out the window. Charlotte was right. Sofia had pushed everyone away except for him. She only trusted him. She could only be vulnerable with him. She didn’t want to be around anyone but him. “Do you think I made a mistake by leaving her? Should I have stayed?”

Charlotte shook her head. “You know she would be disappointed if you had chosen to stop racing to be by her side. That’s what she was afraid of in the beginning and the main reason why she waited so long to tell you. She wants you to do what you love, Arthur.”

“Yeah but I can always do it next year..”

Charlotte nodded a little. “I say we see how this first race goes and if she really can’t handle being alone, then you can reevaluate the situation, ok?”

Arthur nodded “yeah, ok” he said before staring out the window.

Was this truly the right decision?

Would Sofia be ok without him?

Would he be able to perform well with so much on his mind?

Maybe he should’ve stayed.

Maybe he should have Charles stop the car so he could run back to her apartment and hold her in his arms again.

Maybe she would be ok without him.

Maybe she can handle this on her own.

Maybe she wants nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms.

Maybe she’s scared of fighting this alone.

Maybe tragedy will strike and leave them both wishing they would have done something different…

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jeidafei · 2 years

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Komui's Lounge: Vol.28 (Part 3/4)

>> Part 1

>> Part 2

Q11: Lavi was of the impression that Kanda’s case file reads suspicious from the start. What was the thing that hit you as odd?

Lavi: Hm? Well, you only had to keep an eye on Yu and you’d know. You know the face of a man carrying something heavy when you see one. Besides, those records are pretty detailed alright, but they still give off this air like something fabricated by the government.

Reever: Guess you can’t pull wool over the eyes of those from the Bookman Clan when they devour such vast amounts of books.

Kanda: Who the hell cares.

Lenalee: But, ever since I was small, I’ve always felt that Kanda definitely has a secret as well. And at the same time, I felt it was probably beyond someone like me to do anything about it, too.

Allen: So, you both had your suspicions? Looks like I was the only one without a clue, huh…

Lavi: ……(Well, to tell the truth, I’m suspicious about Lenalee’s records as well).

Allen: What’s the matter, Lavi?

Lavi: Hm? Nah, nuffink (offhanded).

Q12: Miss Anita had said that General Cross loves the rain. Is there an anecdote behind this?

Lenalee: Really? I had no idea.

Allen: Aaaah. Yes, he really did seem to like it. I vaguely remember him musing about it back in my apprentice days.

Lavi: What about it, exactly?

Allen: Hmm. What was it again? Pretty sure it was something about the sound of the rain…

(T/N: Allen's brain prolly too filled with memories of running from Judgment to remember lmao)

Kanda: Isn’t that the rhythm of the rain? Heard it from General Tiedoll. Said it’s like the rhythm of the heartbeat of living things and it calms him.

Reever: Whoa, really? So, you do remember General Tiedoll’s every word, eh, Kanda? (pat pat)

Kanda: Don’t touch my head!

Allen: I’m getting this feeling, like I’ve stumbled upon an unexpected side to my master. And now, I’m feeling somewhat sick……

Lavi: How come?

Q13: How does everyone in the Science Division even keep themselves awake?

Reever: With all the coffee and tea Lenalee brought us, obviously.

Lenalee: Liar. I know full well you guys spike your drinks with some mysterious liquid, so don’t bother.

Reever: *jolts*

Allen: Mr. Reever, let’s come clean about this, shall we?

Lavi: We’ve witnessed it countless times, you know…? The truth will set you free, brother.

Reever: M-my bad! Truth is, we occasionally slip in a drop or two of these energy drinks for fighting off drowsiness. We each have our own recipe…but we created them to be tasteless and odorless so they won’t affect the taste of your tea, so…!

Lenalee: That’s not the thing here, Section Chief. I’m not worried about how my tea tastes; I’m worried about you guys overdosing on drugs…! What if the side-effects land you in some trouble again? You don’t want that, do you?

Allen: I for one don’t ever want to relive that Zombie Incident ever again.

Reever: Yeah, nah, that one's definitely a whole ‘nother level. Like, no-one but the Supervisor could’ve pulled off something of that caliber, I’d say.

Lavi: And I'm telling you, you Science Division folks aren’t that far behind on the screwed-up meter yourselves. Have you forgotten Bunny Gramps?

Kanda: Hire more people, dammit. You got the money, don’t you?

Reever: We are hiring more. It’s just that they rarely stay…(sobs)

Q14: What has enabled Lenalee, who has been traumatized by Central, to warm up to Link, an Inspector from Central, to the point where she enthusiastically discusses tea-brewing with him?

Lenalee: Hmmm, you’re right...Yeah, I was super uncomfortable at first. But then, day after day, I watched the Inspector bravely taking care of Allen-kun’s every need, and I kinda…should I say wound down?

Lavi: He’s a mom personality, that one.

Allen: Yeah, Link does make heavenly sweets, after all. Wish he’d tone down the nagging a bit, though.

Reever: At first, I was worried, too. Then I realized, huh, so there are folks like this even among Central officials, too. And I’m a bit more relieved.

Kanda: Tch. What a bunch of Pollyannas...

Q15: Who has the best penmanship between Allen, Kanda, Lavi and Lenalee? I also would like to know whose mission report is the easiest to read?

Allen: I don’t like this question…(sullen).

Lenalee: You’re getting better and better studying with Inspector Link and Krory, aren’t you? Gotta keep your spirits up, Allen-kun!

Reever: She’s right, Allen. Your reports are much easier to read now!

Kanda: Learn to write a goddamn report at the least, Beansprout. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?

Allen: Oh, bother!! I apologize for not being well-bred!!!

Reever: Alright, alright, enough! Back to the question. Lavi has the best handwriting. And his report is also the easiest to read.

Lavi: Huh, really? I’m actually half-arsing it, you know.

Allen: Grr!!! (rage)

Lavi: Mr. Allen, your eyes—your eyes are freaking me out. I actually like a good old scribble with a unique style like yours, you know~?

Lenalee: Lavi’s handwriting is just beautiful. Like, straight out of a textbook. Don’t tell me you’ve even memorized all the lettering styles?

Lavi: Yup. Gramps’ handwriting is the same, too, right Reever?

Reever: Yeah. You both have this beautiful, textbook-like handwriting, it’s impossible to tell who wrote it between Lavi and Bookman.

Allen: No fair…

Lavi: Well, on the flipside, you could say it has no interesting feature at all, so stop scowling at me, Allen!

Lenalee: Section Chief, so who’s up next in both?

Reever: Hmmm. Handwriting goes to Lenalee, easy-to-read’s probably Kanda. Wait...Crap! We’re fast approaching the word count limit!! (sweats profusely)

>> Part 4

#d gray man #dgm #d gray #komuislounge #komui's lounge #dgm vol 28

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wisteria-lodge · 1 year

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un-burning lion primary (unhealthy badger model) + burnt badger secondary

would it be okay to ask you to help sort me? i have no clue what i am. i took the test twice, at first i got lion-something (i don’t remember), now i got snake-bird. i’m not like, hyperfamiliar w/ the system, so i apologize in advance if i’m rambling about something unimportant, or leaving out details that would help pinpoint my type. also if i’m just completely incomprehensible. or if this is too personal? Like, feel free to ignore if this come across too trauma-dumpy, or to skip and delete if this is too much to read?

Well, someone’s Burnt.

I understand that you’re essentially doing a service for free on the internet and you don’t really owe me anything.

I do this because it’s interesting, and it’s fun. I think it’s good for me, and I’ve definitely helped some people. But your focus on *owing* things is... kind of interesting. I wonder if you might not have some strong ideas of authority and transaction in your life? Maybe some Badger? Just a thought.

ever since i was little, i was very. uh. idealistic? very into social justice, very much root-for-the underdog, i even had kind of sad fantasies of being some sort of revolutionary martyr as as child, “like, man, if i could die in a way that means i’m remembered (and that my life meant something) and sends a message, that’d be cool.”

...honestly, I think every Idealist (especially every Lion, good lord) has had the Joan of Arc fantasy. I get it. There’s something very easy about the idea of dying for a cause you are 100% sure is correct. I remember being about 15, and being hit right between the eyes by this bit from one of my favorite books -

“It was not the homecoming that made my sprits lift, but the fact that I still had a job to do for Ambrosius... I believe that all the time I was was half hoping that I would be asked to die for him. I was very young.”

the reality is, i’ve dealt with quite a bit of hardship since i was little and this overfocus on the issues of society was a fun way for me to displace the anguish and rage i was feeling regarding my own personal situation. I think internally I felt really helpless to do anything, i was being dismissed, i had absolutely no one help or understand me in any meaningful way.

Well then you’re way ahead of where I was.

I mean you’re completely correct. You have power fantasies when you feel powerless, because you feel powerless. I even think they’re a pretty helpful and risk-free coping strategy in the moment. The first step to getting yourself out of a bad situation is imagining yourself powerful.

even with people i held close, i didn’t really realize i could talk about what i was going through, i was kind of there to be silly and fun.

Ooooh. Stuck in a ‘bit.’ This could be some Actor Bird, but I don’t know. Something about the way it’s phrased is making me think Badger. “I was there to be silly and fun” = my purpose [to the group] was to be silly and fun [and I am only my purpose.] Have we got an Invisible Badger secondary?

when it comes to causes, it eventually struck me that i wasn’t fueled by any real feeling of “purpose”, i was just plain old sad and projected it onto literally ~anyone~ who was also sad because i thought focusing on myself is bad.

Well. Congratulations on working though it. You must have done some serious work, to be able to lay it out this well and this succinctly. I am very aware of this coping strategy - focus on other people, all day everyday. That way 1) you get to feel good about yourself 2) you have an easy way to make other people back of your case 3) you don’t have to think about or deal with your own issues.

Younger you sounds so Lion, and older you seems to have latched onto some pretty toxic Badger Primary talking points. I think this might be a Burned Lion story. You lost your “feeling of purpose” and latched on to a set of external beliefs that are being branded as “good.”

and when i tried to put action to my beliefs, i wouldn’t like, measure my rage and my actions to be within the bounds of that same “right and wrong” i was otherwise so concerned with; i learnt through some pretty tough experiences that there are people who are beyond reasoning, so i’d fight fire with fire all the damn time, and that made sense to me -

Hmm. Out of control Lion secondary? Something beneath a “silly and fun” model that is just clawing its way out? Or were you just living in a loud (slightly exploded) Lion primary?

but a lot of people reacted as if i was out of control, even people within the communities i identified so strongly, that i was under the impression would understand why and what i’m doing. that, uh, hurt, although i understood where they were coming from and would adjust my behavior.

So your communities (that you thought would understand you) actually thought you went too far, and freaked out. This is going to hurt no matter who you are, but this focus on communities, and correctly gauging vs incorrectly gauging the community is saying Badger to me. And since it’s about problem solving, it’s saying more Badger secondary..

To further illustrate my Savior Complex, i’d often find myself in friendships and relationships with people I felt were not treated correctly. it wasn’t built just on pity, i didn’t necessarily force friendships with people i just didn’t mesh with, but having been through A Lot, I felt like I could only connect with other people who been through A Lot.

I would normally connect the term “Savior Complex” to a Lion primary, but the way you’re talking about it here actually feels more Badger. The focus on “fairness,” the need-basing, this way of dividing the world into ‘people who’ve been though it’ and ‘people who haven’t’ is kinda Badger. I’m thinking this might be what ever system you latched onto when your Lion Burned... because it doesn’t sound good for you, or like it made you very happy.

One of them was the straw that broke the camel’s back though and really made me reevaluate what the hell am I doing. I was deeply scrutinized while i continuously gave myself away for this person. if i tried to set a boundary or question anything, i’d have the script turned around on me, and because i would pride myself on being so open minded, i’d really let whatever they accused me of doing live in my head rent free.

Ouch, yeah that’s a Badger secondary. That’s *exactly* how a Badger secondary gets taken advantage of. You want to help, because that’s what Badgers do (and struggle with boundaries, because that’s what Badger’s do.) And this is a very chilling description of how Courtier Badger mirroring, which can be so joyful and wonderful... can also flip around and hurt you. Because if you reflect what people want to see back to them, by internalizing it... yeah. You can end up with all kinds of gunk that another secondary might have just disregarded.

it eventually made me feel like everything is always my fault, and that i should just keep giving more, and trying harder. it’s only when i gave so much i basically couldn’t function anymore did i leave, and i was painted as The Bad Guy.

You were a Badger secondary who was taken advantage of.

i’m now in this weird space where i still deal a lot with guilt, but i’m trying to not engage in it. I'm really distancing myself from anything that isn’t focused on healing and improving myself, causes included. My first priority should be being happy, and comfortable, and satisfied, and safe.

YES. Correct. Won’t be any use to anyone (or any Cause either) if you’re not those things first.

and also realizing that sometimes doing what i think is right will make people think i’m in the wrong, and that doesn’t mean that i am, and that truths can even co-exist. i got kind of meaner, but also take losses easier and don’t try to push things that don’t work anywyay.

You sound healthier. And you sound healthier in a Lion primary way, more than a Badger primary way. Little more mean, little more of a loner (and cool with it), little more of “that sounds like a you problem,” “what is true for me might not be true for you.”

i do kind of still yearn for someone to understand me

That’s being human.

but not to sound like an ass but most people give me a headache. Too much black and white, too much group-thinking,

You’ll be okay, and people will also look better after you’ve healed a little. It sounds to me like you were probably in some pretty toxic Badger spaces, so of course these traits are too much for you right now.

not enough communication (i don’t get social cues whatsoever) etc. I act friendly enough because there’s no real way to survive as an island on your own but it is exhausting lol

Your secondary sounds like it was severely, severely burned, in a burnt out kind of way. And right now, you are doing what you need to do to let it heal. And next time you’ll do better. Your communication and your boundaries will be better, and you won’t have to spend all your time being the fun person who never asks for anything.

thoughtfulrunawaything

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applesap-fics · 1 year

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FABril day 4 - Chores, part two

1, 2, 3

T, 2750 words, Bruno/Agustín, Bruno & Mirabel.

Mirabel starts living with Bruno for a little while. She’s curious about why he left. Then she finds out a little more.

tw: this part depicts an epileptic seizure at the end.

Bruno really doesn’t like it when she says she wants to clean up the house for him.

“Woah, woah, you didn’t come here to be my maid, alright? If this- if this was all some ploy by your mother to get me to ‘get my act together’ or to- to-”

But she clears up his anger with her own.

“Look, I don’t care about all of that, okay? If your back hurts and I’m here making things awkward for you, the least I can do is help out a little. Besides, it’s just one day. I’m not gonna throw over your whole house every week. We’ll help each other out, okay?”

And that’s that.

It seems that the moment the apartment realizes they’re cleaning, dust flares up like glitter in the sunbeams, saying: “Look at me. Wave me away.” It reminds her of Casita in that way.

The first thing Mirabel does is open all the windows and effectively shoo the evidence of his dormant life into the breeze. This makes the letters fly all over the apartment, even those that have been stifled beneath years of suppression; books, cabinets, and novela scripts.

“Close the windows! Close the windows!” Bruno razes around in a frenzy for fifteen minutes, trying to pick up every flitting envelope, backpain forgotten. “Damnit, don’t touch the letters! Don’t look!”

Then there’s the rats, which from Bruno’s talk about how they’re actually quite friendly makes it seem like they’re pets at first. One of them even lets Bruno stroke its head. But then Mirabel loses her mind again when it’s clear that they’re only here because he doesn’t take the trash out often enough and leaves uneaten arepas for them to nibble on everywhere, and she realizes they’re actually vermin.

After a while, Bruno secedes from the cleaning storm to watch her from afar on the couch, tired and his back aching from half a day of housekeeping. Mirabel, on the other hand, has energy for two. There’s a constant stream of chatter that, after he answered a few of those ramblings, he realizes is more a conversation she has with herself than with him.

She’s like a hurricane in a way that makes him think of Pepa. Bad weather always seemed to come whenever his sister felt bad, like the visions he gets before an epilepsy attack hits him. But Mirabel’s excitement is like a summer breeze.

The only thing that would complete the picture is Agustín on the piano, playing a jazzy, jaunty tune.

He thinks of letters to write.

Linnen are billowing all over the apartment like clouds while they do a thorough wash. Books are sorted. The dishes are done because he doesn’t have a dishwasher and they always pile up bit by bit. Half-eaten arepas are thrown away reluctant but admissioningly.

There’s a milk crate full with magazines Mirabel wants to move that, as soon as Bruno notices she’s noticed, he throws himself over. “I’ll do this one!”

“Yup! Okay, Tío.” She throws her hands up and lets him carry it to his room looking like a dockworker hauling cargo.

She’s already seen the scantily-clad man on the cover of the magazine on top, and it’s evocative enough without having read the saucy contents blurbs. She pointedly doesn’t say or ask what it or the other magazines under it could be, because that’s really none of her business.

But it does make her curious, and answers a few questions.

She kind of trails behind him. After shoving the box under his bed, tío Bruno rubs his hands over himself like he’s swatting away evil.

“Uhm, you know,” Mirabel says. “I don’t really care if that’s what you’re into.”

“You don’t?” His eyes are big and he stops swatting himself. “Well, anyway…Can’t have that in the open. You’re not quite old enough to see that,” he chortles embarrassedly and moves past her. She rolls her eyes.

“Does…” she hesitates. Tío Bruno has, so far, been very avoidant any time she’s mentioned the family and this more than anything else she’s tried to talk with him about seems a sensitive topic. “Is it a secret?” she settles for, avoiding any mention of her parents.

“Oh, sure. I’m not that obvious, am I? Heh, I kinda used to be as a kid. At least, the bullies thought so. Always called me a ma- you know, names. Eeeh it’s always been kind of troublesome when anyone else but the family knew about it, so there’s not really a point…”

There’s her answer.

“So…you don’t have a boyfriend?” she asks later.

“Oh, no. I’m kind of a still waters run deep type. Y’know, all quiet and alone.” He says this in a sing-song voice like it’s the most relatable and fun thing to be for a bachelor. “Waiting for that prince in my tower.” He grins abashedly and scratches the scruff on his jaw, then folds his fingers together dreamily.

“Uhuh, and do these princes know you’re here and available?”

“Don’t you ruin my fantasy. Say, now that you know…” Bruno sighs and puts a hand on his back, staring off into the distance. “I have to tell you why I use the cane. It was a betrayal, you see. I had a lover, he was a jealous man and couldn’t take that I got the part he wanted to play. Mercutio, like his temper, but my voice carries better, and I am much more familiar with cursing others. He pushed me off the rafters and left me for dead on the stage. Thankfully the janitor found me or else...” He gives her a knowing look of death.

Her empathic surprise falls away almost immediately when she realizes he’s messing with her.

She stares at him, unimpressed.

“As fantastic as that sounds,” she says. “I don’t think I believe that.”

He slaps his knee and curses. “But it’s the truth, damn you!”

For all their initial anxiety, it’s easy to live with tío Bruno. They settle quickly and establish a routine wherein he lets he do mostly whatever she wants, granted she takes a lucky item for protection whenever she goes out, doesn’t rank up the phone bill too much every other day when she calls home, or doesn’t play the accordion past or during certain hours.

He trusts her, and it feels nice to be trusted.

There’s so much to do in the city Mirabel almost doesn’t know where to start. She ends up joining a roller skating club that she finds fast friends in, the church choir, takes up art classes, and babysits for pocket money. And at the end of the first week, Bruno takes her to the theater he works at for an introduction. If asked, she won’t deny it makes her miss Camilo a little.

The teen drama group is led by a large dame with dull eyes that she paints in bright colors. “Oh!” she gasps when she sees Mirabel, and cups her cheeks. “You have such magic, I can see it. Just like your uncle.”

“Uhh, I don’t think so,” she mumbles as she’s being squished. She’s probably the only one in her family who is not magical in any way. Never performed a single miracle.

“You see it, don’t you?” she asks Bruno, turning Mirabel’s head to where he sits in the empty audience.

Bruno gives her two enthusiastic thumbs up from the front row and his brightest, toothiest grin.

“Ah, this is where it happened…” he remnisces when he’s standing on the stage with her.

He’s been wielding his cane like a sword ever since they entered the building. He gestures dramatically, staring up at this grand temple of storytelling: a modest hall with limited budget. She’s got a feeling where he’s going with this; tío Bruno has been making up little stories about his bad back ranging from ‘annoying’ to ‘creative’.

“A thespian ghost roams this theater, you know. Lit by a single light — a ghost light, they call it — she plays the dame each night for the other spirits in the center of the stage. Ever since I discovered her, she’s been my muse. It’s the closest thing to love I have… For ten years every Friday I’ve snuck into the theater to watch her perform, but someone turned off the ghost light that evening and I tripped and fell. I haven’t seen her since.”

Mirabel asks the señora, who can neither confirm or deny this.

Bruno buzzes her in when she comes home one day, having forgotten to bring her keys with her, from her hunt to join another club, and after she rings the doorbell he walks to the front door to open it for her.

The ache in his back has gotten less and less each day despite the liveliness his niece brings to his life. He’s hardly used his cane the past few days.

He opens the door, but to his surprise it’s not Mirabel on the other side.

Her father stands there, tall and as square-shouldered as ever, carrying in his arms a heavy sewing machine box. His kind eyes are uncertain, like he’s not sure what he’s doing here either. But his mouth is curled up into a smile under his sharp mustache.

“Agustín?” Bruno asks surprised, legs weak.

“Dad?” Mirabel’s voice sounds from slightly below the figure. “What’s with him? Did he call?”

“I have to write a letter,” Bruno doesn’t say, tongue locked with tension.

His muscles spasm and he feels himself fall to the floor.

Mirabel is in a panic when he comes to.

He’s lying in the stable lateral position, hands tucked comfortably under his cheek as if he’s going to sleep in a soft bed. But it’s the hard floor in the hallway, uncomfortable, and his niece is breathing heavily over him, obviously trying to keep in tears.

“It’s been one and a half minute,” she says, voice thick.

Mirabel has done a first aid course back at home and knows to call an ambulance if he doesn’t wake up after five minutes have passed. She’s told him about this when he first mentioned his epilepsy. He had thanked her back then, but told her he had his medicine and that the attacks were usually small. He hadn’t wanted her to worry.

“‘M sorry,” he mumbles from the floor. She shakes her head, eyes red from forcing down tears. Slowly, he moves to sit upright, her hands light over his shoulder and back. “S’okay, Mirabel. I’m okay.”

She lets his sagging body lean against her as she helps him to the couch. He’s not much taller than her, but heavy like this. On his request she burns sage to drive the bad luck away and she drapes his robe around him to keep him comfortable for good measure. She takes the needle off the bolero he was listening to, silencing the apartment.

“This is exactly what I was worried about,” he says. His knobby fingers weave around the cup of tea he’s poured for himself. “I never wanted to scare you with this. And when your Mamá asked you to come here…”

“You were worried I’d see?” He nods. She puzzles over that, letting the silence hang between them. “When… Before we cleaned the house, you said I shouldn’t help you because you thought Mamá sent me to do that.”

“Ehh,” Bruno begins with a shrug, considering and aware he overthinks and does a lot of prejudiced blaming, including that statement. Even so that he momentarily forgot about Agustín’s earnesty. But then nods at what Mirabel says, because he had run his mouth at her. “Everyone knows how much there is wrong with me. And your mom worries a lot, always has. I considered that she might’ve sent you here to be my caretaker in disguise. But that shouldn’t be your job. You’re just a kid. That’s why I refused. And just now…”

“You know, kid. I’m a bit of a triple threat. I was an epileptic in a small town that still thinks being left handed is a sign of the devil. I get depressed, really depressed. Kinda hard to handle having someone in your house who just can’t do anything. It was like I wasn’t really there — I could’ve been living in the walls for all anyone knew, heh. I should’ve tried that... And I don’t like girls, which…Abuela was actually kinda fine with. Until…well, until she wasn’t anymore, I guess. But you know, she tried.

“But, uhh. So, the reason I left is…” He shakes his head, face contorting at the painful memories. “When you were little, the family and I were always fighting. I guess you don’t really remember that.”

The story is familiar to her. “The house got mad,” Mirabel says quietly. Then corrects herself, “Tío Félix told me that.”

“Yeah. The house got mad. Abuela got mad. I got mad. Pepa and Juli…I wasn’t good for them. I wasn’t good for you guys. Dolores always cried because of me. Camilo was scared. But I love my family, you know? I just don’t know how to…” He shakes his head and warms his lips on his tea.

There’s always been cracks he doesn’t know how to fill.

“So, that’s why I was on the fence about you coming here. Responsibility, pffft!” He blows a raspberry and does a thumbs down.

Mirabel huffs a laugh at that, but can’t quite find the humor in the other things he’s mentioned. “When Mamá called you and you said you didn’t want me here, I thought…” She averts her eyes. “You know, it’s stupid.”

“Nah, you’re never stupid to me.”

She breathes in and out and does a weird dramatic gesture with her hands, like she’s so over it. “I thought it meant you didn’t want me, period.” Before he has time to purse his lips and refute heavily against that, she continues: “With the way everyone always talks about you- or doesn’t, I guess. Ugh. I know you so much better now. You’d never say it like that. I’m sorry for freaking out. I know- I know this is sort of normal for you and I shouldn’t make this big of a deal out of it.”

He shakes his head. “Heh. Yeah, my little miracle.”

“Miracle? No- That’s…Not what I meant,” Mirabel struggles. “This isn’t like healing better after having Mom’s food, or waking up with roses in your hair.”

“Yeah, it is,” Bruno insists. “Just because I’ve gotten the short end of the stick doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen to me at all. I’m sorry, kid. You’ve gotta roll with the punches you’re dealt. I just wish you hadn’t seen that. I guess you’re right that it’s normal for me, in both ways.”

He can tell by the way she’s silent and folds her arms, sinking deeper into the couch against him, that her thoughts are getting all twisted up at that. “Geesh, goes to show I know nothing about miracles.”

His heart breaks a little for her, just like it had when he read Agustín’s version of it. Both of them; his own alienating experience as someone ‘unexceptional’ marrying into the Madrigal family, for whom science and explanations has not stuck around to make sense of their world wherein anything can happen, and Mirabel’s perception of her ‘unexceptional’ life that she’s been stuck with since she’s never had anything happen to her like the rest of those born into this family.

Nothing bad ever happens to the Madrigals, not since Pedro’s sacrifice at the river. Because of that strange day, little miracles pile up by the dozen. It’s easy to forget how special you are when others are being told about their exceptional-ness on the daily.

“Hey,” Bruno reassures her. “Miracles are obvious. I think you have a subtler magic going on about you. And for what it’s worth, I like that better. That’s the kind of magic that smoothes out a story.”

That makes her smile fondly at him. “Thanks, Tío.” She hesitates before she says, “It wasn’t Mamá’s idea, by the way. I wanted to come here and meet you.”

Considering Julieta’s hesitant phone call, this doesn’t come as a surprise at all. And now that he’s gotten to know Mirabel properly he knows how much it means to her that she knows the whole family now, including the man they’d all sort of shunned.

For the first time she’s here, he’s the one to pull her into a hug.

-tbc

#bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #encanto #encanto fanfics #fabshipping #almost there...#fabril

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hanafubukki · 1 year

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for the fic writing ask game ^^ 1, 4, 16, 34, 41, and finally, 49 >:DDD looking forward to your answersss

[From this Writing fic ask game]

Hello Trau 💜🥰💕

Thank you for sending this in 💕💕

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

I had to think on this one because which one do I choose? and my writing style changed so many times too, but in the end I decided on: I Suddenly Became The Mother of the Red-Rose Tyrant?!

It's my latest work and it was such a self-indulgent work and I am so proud of it 🥰🥰

4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?

Does this mean the fic I would recommend? or any fic? Let's go with the fic I recommended, I just love the ending. I felt like adults need to take account for their actions and it was needed in that fic and that relationship. I'm trying not to spoil lolol

16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

*unfurls long list* So...How much time do you have?? lolol I love to read many many AUs and tropes but the AUs that I will always love is: Soulmates, arranged marriage, royalty au, Reincarnation au, omg visiting the future, time travel au, children coming to the past, and I could go on forever 😂💜

34. What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life?

Most of my fics are based on ideas or daydreams I have throughout the day. Most of them are very self-indulgent and comforting fics to me. Like Bookish Delight was written when I felt especially soft for sebek and wanted someone to have a book buddy romance with. Just a Bite 🍓 and “I Want to Bite Your Ears” was written when I felt in a comedic type of way with certain characters and omg I didn't know I wrote two fics with biting but yeah, its mostly self-indulgent stuff, especially with my flower language fics too.

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

You can't tell me to link you a fic and just choose one so... *unfurls longer list* (these are not in any order 💕💕 I am literally going down the list in my head lolol)

Armband by @dulcesiabits I love reading this one. Its such a cute story and the competition and how the boys just basically want to be number one and I remember at that time, I was felt so intune with MC and how they wanted to belong so fics like these was a fave and I am so soft for twst characters damn it.

Mission failed successfully by @traumxrei-archive okay, I know I told you before but this fic made me laugh and it was so freaking cute and I remember it was during a time that I really needed a laugh and this fic just brought that more and I went "I love this writing and this person is cool and nice I want to follow them." it's still one of my faves that I come back too.

the stories told, the charm you hold by @zgvlt I wish I had the abilities Nath has and this fic is such a fave, literally the reading buddy romance was a direct hit to my heart. I was especially soft for sebek the day I found this fic.

in honor of our dying sun by @auugustus when I say this story hits every niche I have? it really hits it! stars and moons, time travel, love over time? beautiful! I am bracing myself for the angst though because I feel it to my bone in this fic

Meeting Our Future Children by @nanamisflowerfield her writing is so soft and I love it and I love this trope and she has such a comforting style too.

Lucky Ending by @mobagehelllocal I will never shut up about Lala's writing. she will literally have to tell me to shut up or sow my mouth shut. The first story I read from her was Can you Even Lift Bro? was what introduced me to her, but Lucky Ending just made me fall in love with writing again and the idea of love.

Baby Crazy by @streimiv THIS story was one of the stories that I first read in twst and made me go down the endless pit that made me love lilia. Strei's other works with Malleus and Vil are so good too and put me down that pit as well.

Prince by @leafity-writes I remember reading this and going 'wow' this is so precise and so in character I wish I could write like that. It says so much but in so little words. the hidden meanings you know?

I'll stop here because this list is never going to end 😂😂

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

I am SO glad you asked! I love sharing excerpts and am quiet evil at times 😂💕 from what my friends say but I will try not to be...try..

each one is different fic btw 💕💜

"I just didn’t know I could miss my husband when we are under the same roof.”

“Mind telling me why both Sebek and Silver are boiling tomatoes and Malleus is straining the juice…in a rather obsessive manner?”

"I don't want to break up with him." "Then why would you?"

"The way the rain made his carefully gelled hair stick on him...damn, he was hot."

Thank you again for sending this Trau 💕💜🥰, I had so much fun answering it 🫶❤️

#hanas thoughts #answered #🌺trau🌺#sorry for the late reply #I have been busy but today was my last day of school and all my assignments are done and turned in and I finally had time to answer this #and it was so much fun and brought back so many memories #thank you again!#🌷author recs🌷#🌷fic recs🌷#there was also this very very angsty line with reader singing baby sebek to sleep while scared of…something and I wanted to include it but #I can already see people raising knives against me so I didn’t lmao 😂

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variousqueerthings · 1 year

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okok final thoughts about the movie after all that:

1. pleased to have watched it, despite my laundry list of criticisms

2. I didn’t think any of it was comedic in the gallows humour sense I assume it was going for. that may be an effect of ageing, but then, mash 1974- is frequently excellent at this, including and especially in its first seasons

3. read that there was a subplot that happened after the movie has ho-jon getting conscripted by the south korean army (after which in the film we never see him again, and I think that was the most “oh, this isn’t my hawkeye” moment actually, because he kinda just goes “dammit” and then it cuts to something else, and that’s it), in which he’s killed and his body comes through the 4077th, and I think that would have been better in the context of what I think the movie wanted to do?

4. I do get a bit lost in the movie’s intentions, I confess. is it war is hell and so we become worse people? is it surreal antics in the face of serious conflict? is it related to the military really? is it that this is just what it was like? none of it really... slots into place for me, because there’s a bits that dispute every one of these, and mainly I guess I just don’t see what apparently a bunch of reviewers saw

5. the roger ebert review at the time: “There is something about war that inspires practical jokes and the heroes ... are inspired and utterly heartless ... We laugh, ... because it is so true to the unadmitted sadist in all of us. There is perhaps nothing so exquisite as achieving ... sweet mental revenge against someone we hate with particular dedication. And it is the flat-out, poker-faced hatred in "M*A*S*H" that makes it work. ... We laugh, that we may not cry ... We can take the unusually high gore-level in "M*A*S*H" because it is originally part of the movie's logic. If the surgeons didn't have to face the daily list of maimed and mutilated bodies, none of the rest of their lives would make any sense ... One of the reasons "M*A*S*H" is so funny is that it's so desperate.”

6. I get confused about how a lot of the reviews discussed it in the context of war, when for me I felt like the Korean war was almost totally absent (in practicality as well as in feeling), apart from the occasional nuisance it caused the characters. maybe for its time it was very gory/very real/very desperate, but I don’t see it today -- the imdb also states that “the staff of a Korean War field hospital use humor and high jinks to keep their sanity in the face of the horror of war,” and I was just there wondering... what war? horrific to whom? and it’s not like war films in which war is very present hadn’t been made before this, but perhaps just not in really in America. the very idea of challenging the American military logic even a little may have been a breath of fresh air?

7. altman called the book racist and pretty terrible, but apparently the movie doesn’t deviate much from it, which is... interesting

8. I can see why this was a hit when it came out. I just feel such a visceral shudder at it watching it now, that it’s hard to even judge it on the merits of the time in which it came out

9. on that note, I am once again fascinated by the intentions going into the show. the pilot episode especially certainly has more movie DNA in it than the rest, but the casting immediately created different tensions, especially of course alan alda, but also wayne rogers, larry linville, and of course loretta swit. the fact that they’re setting up recurring characters also gives them more of a depth -- you know that things will happen and shift and change, whereas in the movie the point is the aimless drift from thing to thing

10. actually the aimless drifting + loudspeaker interludes were my favourite parts of the film -- my least favourite thing (structurally, otherwise it would be the misogyny) is the football match at the end, which was... odd. dull. if there was an absence of war before that, it totally disappeared for a substantial amount of runtime to just show this flipping football thing happening

11. how many of the hijinks from the movie/book were in the show -- I’m going to make a separate post for that

#im watching movies #im watching mash (1970)

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live-laugh-loverpool · 1 year

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Klopp’s Journal

Short blurb I wrote as LFC therapy. Hurt no comfort

Tags: @millythegoat, @alissonbecksfan234, @moomin279, @rubybecker-rb2

Milner sighed as he rummaged through the piles of files in the away office. It was another frustrating result; and it felt worse, too, since it came directly after that huge rout of United.

He reached for a stack of papers when his hand hit something leathery. Curious as to what it could be, he dug through the stack until he revealed a black, leather-bound book.

Milner regarded the book with suspicion; he didn’t remember seeing this with the plans. He could only assume it was Klopp’s plan book, since he’d seen him writing in it sometimes.

August 6, Jahr 2022

Drew v. Fulham. Disappointing start, we conceded too many chances. Plans aren’t working. Bad omen, maybe?

August 15, Jahr 2022

Another draw. Darwin received stupid red card. I don’t care WHAT somebody says to you, going all Zinedine Zidane on him isn’t the answer Darwin! I like you, but you didn’t need to do that.

Lucho and Ali rescued us again. I don’t know what we’d do without them.

August 22, Jahr 2022

A loss today. I don’t want to talk about it, but hint: it involves manure with a capital M.

By the third entry, Milner was pretty sure this was a journal of some sort. He started to put it down, but part of him urged him to keep turning the pages. His curiosity won the day, and he continued reading, skipping a few pages ahead to save time.

Oktober 9, Jahr 2022

Arsenal BEAT us. Lucho’s injured, Trentski’s injured and the refs totally cheated. And I hurt Milly’s feelings, could today get any worse?

We beat this guy before by four goals to nil. Now we lost. Ugh, I never should’ve sold Sadio.

“It’s not your fault. I’m just being a grumpy curmudgeon as always,” Milner chuckled wryly, thinking back to the Arsenal game. He’d been feeling insecure about his place, and as usual Klopp had reassured him that he wasn’t just a surplus.

Oktober 12, Jahr 2022

We beat the Rangers 1-7 away. Harvey got his first goal and I’m really happy for him. However, I can’t celebrate yet. Every time I celebrate a win it turns out feeling like a fluke. I go in with the same tactics and the boys save me. They did a great job, not me.

“That’s not what we think,” Milner muttered to himself. “You do so much for us.”

Once again, he flipped a few pages forward in time. A draft blew in from the open window, flipping the pages further forward.

November 12, Jahr 2022

The boys were pretty stable and played well today. Pep did such a good job down there, he had all that energy. Still…he’ll be surprised when I take him out to dinner tonight! I’m excited like I’m still in high school, this is weird.

Milner fondly rolled his eyes at the entry. “Our loveable idiot of a manager in a nutshell.”

Milner turned the page again, and he realized that the next entries would be talking about the World Cup. He’d learned that Klopp had been pretty depressed by the team leaving, both for friendlies and the international tournament. So he skipped a large chunk of the diary and ended up in the New Year, on a page with sporadic dots in the paper.

Februar 4, Jahr 2022

I led the boys down the tunnel again and to a loss versus Wolves. It was limp, energyless and against the philosophy I tried to install.

They say the fish rots from the head, and this is solely my fault. I didn’t do anything, I just stood utterly by.

My boys, I’m so sorry. You never disappointed me—only some of your actions. If you want me to leave, I will. I’ll leave for the greater good, I promise you. I can’t take much more of this. The anxiety is killing me.

Milner gasped as he realized what Klopp had been thinking. Of course their manager wasn’t entirely guilt free, but he wasn’t the whole guilty party, too. Nearly every player on the squad had been involved in a bad game or individual error at one point in the season, and the referees hadn’t been completely fair either. It was a perfect storm that year for Liverwool: bad decisions, sloppiness, injuries, bad luck and bias had all cost them dearly during the season.

With a sigh, Milner flipped to the most recent entry. It had been after their 7-0 win vs. United—which now seemed like a fortnight ago.

März 05 (haha), Jahr 2022

I love my boys SO much, I can’t find words. I always loved them, but right now I feel a surging outpour of love that I haven’t felt in a while. Adoration can’t get enough of them relief thankfulness Love. Just like that.

If I had to choose between my boys and the job, I would all have us live together in Kirkby for the rest of history! Here’s hoping for beautiful days ahead.

#jurgen klopp #james milner #liverpool #liverpool fc #liverpool men #liverpool parade #football blurb #football imagine #football fanfic #football #soccer skits #soccer fanfiction #soccer fanfiction by lynn #soccer #lfc #lfc players #coping with LFC

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siena-sevenwits · 1 year

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My March Reading Review

Estranged by Ethan M. Aldridge (MG fantasy graphic novel) - I loved Wick and how it was literally a little guy made of wax, with that drippy look to the features. I had run into Aldridge's online art portfolio a year or two ago, and loved how much it brimmed with imagination and detail. The same skill and inventiveness is on display here. Honestly the whole thing felt like someone's heartfelt passion project - you could tell the love of the craft that went into every page. The story is serviceable and has its moments, but it's the way the art tangles with the storyline that impressed me. ****

The Day is Ready for You by Alison Malee (Poetry) - Some poems/sections spoke to me more than others, but when she hits home, Malee does hit home. The poems are equal parts grief and musing on what it is to be a person in relationship with another. She really knows how to turn free verse to strong effect. I was a little wary that there might be hollowness here and there, being published as it is in an age of Internet poetry which - I love so many poems that people publish online, and yet "Internet Poetry" is a separate concept in my mind which I don't like at all. This isn't the time to expound on that. Just that I will say that these poems mercifully are not that kind. I coloured a little tab for myself on the edge of each of the pages that had poems I especially liked, and there were about a dozen. ****

The Nicholas Nickleby Story by Leon Rubin (Non-fiction, reread) - I love this book. Rereading it was important for me, because it formed some of my strongest ideas about how a play should be rehearsed, which I need to revisit right now as a director in the middle of a production, when it's easy to lose the forest for the trees. This is a rather obscure little record of how the Royal Shakespeare Company's production of the Dicken's classic came into existence despite all the odds. Honestly, even if you're not a theatre person, this book is fascinating, the way it looks at creativity, at leadership, at collaboration. And the last quarter of the book is almost a nail-biter as you just will them to win even though everything's stacked against them. *****

The Valley of Fear by Arthur Conan Doyle (Classic mystery) - It just felt like time for some Sherlock Holmes. Surprisingly, the second half of the story, the flashback which took up half the book and did not include Holmes himself, was the best part of the story. The Moriarty bookends of the story, however, felt like they were either crammed in at the publisher's insistence to whet the readers' interest. or I don't know what. They added nothing to the story, except that now I know who Fred Porlock is (as an avid player of the Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective boardgame, it's nice to know these things.) ***

(Don't look, Merian ;-) The Screaming Staircase by Jonathan Stroud (Lockwood & Co. #1) (MG fantasy/mystery/spooky-but-not-really-horror-territory) Delightful. Just delightful. I've shared a few thoughts on The Themes already, so I'll just say I was surprised with how well-written it was - not the kind of book I assumed it to be when I first saw it on bookstore shelves ten years ago. The characters need more development, but it's easy to give them grace in this regard having seen the show (I know - the characterizations of show and books are not the same, but I enjoy both takes, and each helps me appreciate the other more.) It probably doesn't deserve five stars, but I enjoyed it so much I'm not inclined to be stingy. *****

"Iphigeneia in Aulis" by Euripides (Classical tragedy) This play has my heart. i want to direct it so badly. Every character is treated so compassionately, and Iphigeneia and Achilles and Agamemnon are all so splendid and human here.I can never decide who my favourite Greek tragedian is, but it is Euripides. *****

Easter Vigil and Other Poems by Karol Wojtyla (poetry) Some of them went over my head - there is a bit of St. John of the Cross quality on display here, whilst also being so incredibly mid-20th century. And beautiful and insightful. Sometimes incredibly confusing. I must return to them. ****

A Conspiracy of Kings (The Queen's Thief #4) by Megan Whalen Turner (MG/YA fantasy) What do I even say? Loved it. Not as good as King of Attolia, but wonderful nonetheless.

Still in progress: (Beren and Luthien by JRR Tolkien, Eight Cousins by Louisa May Alcott, Tress of the Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson, No Plot? No Problem! by Chris Baty, The Whispering Skull by Jonathan Stroud, Scripture Matters by Scott Hahn, The Epistles of St. Paul, Made for Love by Father Michael Schmitz, The Shyness and Social Anxiety Workbook, The Father's Tale by Michael O'Brien, A Winter's Promise by Christelle Dabos)

DNF: Anne by Kathleen Gros. Not my style.

#Alas #I always seem to end up writing these when my head is very sleepy and don't have much intelligent to say - but I want to get this posted #before the weekend is out or I won't post it at all #like as not #Coreander's Old Books #recovering reader

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gcddamnvampire · 1 year

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I posted 1,636 times in 2022

That's 1,274 more posts than 2021!

404 posts created (25%)

1,232 posts reblogged (75%)

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I tagged 1,635 of my posts in 2022

#queue and whose army? - 814 posts

#( from the mind of the mun ) - 164 posts

#indie rp - 162 posts

#open rp - 141 posts

#indie smut rp - 128 posts

#( wanted plot ) - 122 posts

#open smut rp - 120 posts

#( open starter ) - 112 posts

#( meme ) - 68 posts

#smut rp - 64 posts

Longest Tag: 101 characters

#( i'm imagining that maybe her dad is pretending not to like him so dylan will agree to date him??? )

My Top Posts in 2022:

( open to: f/nb ) ( plot: hunter is a pilot and every time he is in town, he stays over with your muse but they always miss each other horribly when he has to leave, though they won’t admit it. could be a fwb/friend/step sibling/family friend etc bonus points if they already have someone over/a date)

When he found out which city he would be spending the night in, Hunter couldn’t contain his excitement. It had been a while since he had spent the night with them and he couldn’t wait to see them again. He knew that he shouldn’t be so eager. They only really saw each other on the off chance that Hunter had a break in between his flights in the city in which they lived, but aside from that, that only communicated through text. Of course, he couldn’t always do that either because he was busy flying so much. As much as he loved his job, they were the one person that he wished he could stay for. Still, he’d never admit that out loud. They’d never made any indication that they wanted to spend more time with him, so he wasn’t about to do something that would ruin things between them. His suitcase dragged across the ground as he made his way to their front door, still smiling as he knocked swiftly. “Got plans tonight?” He asked the moment the front door open.

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( open to; m/f/nb ) ( muse; jasmin jamil. thirty five. fbi agent. bi. ) ( plot; they’re partners but they hate each other and also secretly like each other )

“It seems like I’m out of fucks to give, Oops.”

32 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

( open to; m/f/nb ) ( muse; bianca russo. twenty. president’s daughter. pansexual ) ( plot; could be a bf/gf/friend/ex/bodyguard/rival/anything really )

“You’re talking mad shit for a person within kissing distance.”

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( open to; f/nb ) ( muse; javier sanchez. fourty four. cartel boss. straight. ) ( plot; based on this )

It was taking so long for the ransom money to come in that Javier had taken to watching his captive himself rather than allowing his men to do it for him. It didn’t help that he had found the other very attractive and, if they hadn’t been in this situation, he would have definitely hit on them by now. That was probably why the clothes he had offered them were nothing more than barely there articles of clothing. If he was going to be boring himself by keeping watch over them, at least he would have some eye candy as he did so. He let out a sigh as he walked into the room where he was keeping them, blinking a few times as he eyes what they had put on. “I didn’t think you’d actually wear that stuff,” he commented, nearly in shock.

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My #1 post of 2022

( open to; f/nb ) ( muse; harley esposito. twenty four. personal trainer. straight. bio here. ) ( plot; the jock in school is about to lose his scholarship because of his grades, so he finds the smartest person in his class and asks them to be his tutor. in exchange, he’ll help them ask out a fellow jock. ) @indiestarter

Harley was sure he’d never been in the library before — and this time he wasn’t necessarily there to read any books. His eyes scanned the face of every person he passed until he finally came across the person he was looking for. “Okay, hear me out,” he said softly, sitting down at the table across from them. “I have a proposition for you.”

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naomixhill · 2 years

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10 October 2014

Written 8 years ago...

It’s my birthday, but it never feels like my birthday anymore.

There is something intrinsically saddening about driving alone down High Street in the dead of night. I thought this to myself as I pulled into Monte Carlo while trying to avoid the waves of people running around in the city lights; some would go to bars and then onto a stranger’s bed, citing their sin on their inhibitions; others would go out to a night of fine dining, go home to read a book, maybe catch up on the news. I, however, was on a mission. C and I had just gotten off the phone, and I was to bring over a glass of red wine and bold cigars.

When I walked into the cigar shop, I was greeted by two foreign men, one Syrian by birth and the other Middle Eastern. The Middle Easterner quickly came to my aid as I began peering through the selection. “It’s not everyday we see someone like you in here, miss. Is there something I can help you with?” He asked with a boyish, excited tone. I lowered my voice, and asked for Henry Clays. Not surprisingly, they ran out earlier in the day. My luck has always been blessedly good.

I prowled around the aisles, until the Middle Easterner motioned for me to follow him to the back. Once there, he handpicked two cigars (both $36 each), and handed them to me. “I think you will like these,” he smiled. I took them, asked him to find me a good corresponding wine, and met him at the cash register. He threw in another cigar for free after looking at my ID, which told him today was my birthday.

After retrieving the goods, I quickly ran out to my car, trying to avoid the terrible rain, and drove to C’s. He had parked in such a way that it allowed my car, and my car only, to fit in a parallel spot directly outside of his house. As I pulled up, he was dutifully sitting outside on the porch smoking a cigarette. He looked sad. He has looked sad for a while now.

C and I made small talk, and then called out his roommate to join us. The three of us smoked cigars; I drank wine and the two boys drank dark, dry beer. It became increasingly evident that C had been drinking all day, the more we all talked. The two of them were engaged in discussion regarding the upcoming case competition at Michigan, but every once in a while there were casual slip-ups, and inappropriate questions and comments made in my direction: clear indicators that they weren’t just drunk, but really drunk.

By 1 a.m., C and I were grinding up against one another in his bed. “It’s your birthday, so you know I’m going to need to give you the best sex of your life, lady,” he told me. I was on top, then he was on top, then we were going at it from the side and every position in between; but he was sloppily drunk, and I was still too sober and hurt from another disappointing celebration.

Still later in the evening, C’s second roommate arrived home with a good looking friend. He was a blonde, very tall, computer science major from Purdue University. “Only in town for the weekend, just trying to ease my mind before our second round of midterms,” he told me. It wasn’t too long after soft introductions that C’s roommate asked if I would like to participate in a threesome with some Pi Phi sorority girl. “Come on, have a little fun, birthday girl,” was a reoccurring statement throughout the evening.

Eventually, the second roommate convinced C - who was nearly falling asleep - and myself to go to the bars with him and his friend. So at a very late 2 a.m., there we were. I was getting drunker, C was blacked out, and the other two were hitting on beautiful women all around. At the top of the staircase of Ethyl, I saw M from the investment club. I tugged on C’s cuff, and screamed for him to text M to meet us. He obliged, and within just a few minutes, M came down to visit.

C told M to keep an eye on me, and that he would be back in no time at all. A half hour may have gone by before he returned, but the entire time M and i spent in conversation. He told me more about Jordan, about weapons trading, about all of the things he did that I so desired to know about. He was in the process of plugging my number into his phone as C arrived, and with that, C sharply said, “M, what the fuck are you doing, man?” which caused M to very sharply put away his phone in shame. M has always been subservient to C, and may love him more than anyone in the world. Nonetheless, my attraction toward M is strong, borderline inappropriate, and it was the happiest portion of my night.

C at this point was no longer himself. “Guys, let’s go smoke a fucking cigarette, I need some air,” he told us. So we all went out to the balcony of Ethyl and smoked. It was there that C told us the news. It suddenly made sense why his sadness had been so pervasive, why his smoking had gotten so heavy and his words had become sharper than usual.

"My mother has stage three cancer. She didn’t tell any of us that it came back. She is going to die in two month’s time at the best, the doctor thinks sooner."

Drunk and confused, I began to cry for him, and ask, “why didn’t you tell me this? I would have been there for you.” M, meanwhile, tried to comfort C, telling him, “Look man, she is going to fight this out. They told my father he was due to die weeks ago, but he’s still kicking it, he is still fighting. Don’t doubt her, C. She will hang in there for you.”

C raised his voice, and didn’t hear a word of M. “I even bought my parents a fucking house to retire in, out in North Carolina. She is going to fucking die before it’s even ready. She’s going to fucking die.”

I started to feel faint at this, and began wobbling. An incredibly strong urge to throw up became apparent, and C could see the familiar look all over my face. “Look K,” he said, “I’m going to call you a taxi. I see some of my friends at the back of the bar anyway. I’ll be home soon, okay?” He pointed at M to keep an eye on me, again. He did.

When C stormed off, M grabbed my face and pulled it closely to his own. “K, you are so sad.” I shook my head and said it was nothing compared to what C must be feeling, but he contradicted me. “No K, it’s something else. You are always a sad girl, and I don’t think anyone really notices. But just know you are incredibly sexy, obviously intelligent, and you don’t need to take shit from anyone, not even C.” He smiled and pressed his nose up against my cheek. My hormones went completely out of control, and I almost considered kissing him. Thank God, senses prevailed.

The taxi came within minutes. It brought me back to C’s house, and with his keys, I unlocked the door. I undressed myself and waited in his bed. I tried to sober up from everything that had just happened, but simply couldn’t. I cried until I could no longer produce tears. And then I waited. And waited. But C never showed.

Perhaps at 4 a.m. I awoke to C coming home from the bars. He sat down at his computer and began working on his stock pitch for the case competition. Even if drunk, it was all he could think about; anything to clear his mind from the painful realities of the present. I tiptoed up behind him, and hugged him from behind. I came around to his chair, still undressed from earlier, and straddled him. I tried to kiss him, but was softly rejected. So I then kissed his cheek, his forehead, and down to his shirt buttons. I had decided now was the time to tell him I loved him, that I would be there for him through all of this, that we could take off time from school to go see his mother or do whatever it was he needed to do. But rather, as my knees began to inch toward the floor, and my mouth began to progress towards, he stopped me. He pushed me up, and told me to go to sleep.

I protested, and he told me more firmly. “Go to fucking sleep, K, it’s late and I don’t want to do this right now.” I began to straddle him once again, but he knocked me off. “Just go to bed.”

I slid onto the floor from the force of his push, and trying to get up, I stumbled down the stairs. He didn’t turn around. At the bottom of the staircase, I assessed my bleeding knee cap and banged up arms. C came to the edge of the top of the staircase realizing what happened and apologized, saying “I”m sorry this is all my fault, I didn’t mean to-“

But I was already gone before I could hear a full response.

I jumped into my Ford Focus, still too drunk to drive, far too sad, and drove home. Happy 21st birthday to me.

#investment banking #c #heartbreak #bpd #sad #college #memory #tuesday #columbus #ohio #ohio state #osu #borderline #sad birthday #heartbroken

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authorforblackpink · 2 years

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Chapter: 1

Another day. Another studying session in library. Jisoo Kim luckily has been an +A student with good looks. Which she definitely took as adventure in some life situations. Not everyone could be smart like Jisoo. Students on campus felt surprised when the nerd Jisoo became a strong close friendship with the bad girl Lalisa.

Jisoo walked to her university with leaves falling down from trees. The fall always looks beautiful in every year. Something about this year feels very different for Jisoo. Her black Adidas backpack on the back. She held the leather jacket closer to her body when a cold Fall Brise hit her exposed skin.

Her best friend Lalisa Manoban walked next at her whole scrolling though tinder on her phone. Jisoo shook her head in confusion since she never understood why people have to look online for relationships. Because online relationships doesn't always last or mostly end up with something criminal.

„I honestly could never understand why people like you have to look online for relationships. When you are the bad girl of our campus who has many women and men going after you." Confessed Jisoo with confusing in her voice. She knew she's too smart to understand this kind of logic.

„Some people on this earth like me are very picky when it comes to the subject dating and relationship. I don't want a woman who throws herself to me or who uses me for my popularity." Defended LaLisa herself with amusement in her voice.

Now Jisoo wanted to laugh really badly not only because of the sentence. The face expression Lalisa made was priceless funny. Jisoo couldn't help herself from laughing out loud. Lalisa pouted with a fake sad expression on her face.

Her hand gripped her stomach with her other hand she leaned on Lalisa's shoulder to keep herself from falling. Happy tears rolled down her cheeks. She hasn't been this amused in years. She was so focused on studying most of times that she forget what having fun really means.

„Thank you. Limario. I really needed this amused moment to learn what amusement really is." Thanked Jisoo with a bow. Lalisa only pat her on the head since she smaller than the tall Thai bad girl student.

„You're so welcome I know I am the funniest..." sassed Lalisa with amusement in her voice. Jisoo only glanced to her once. Then she took out a book about Greek mythology to read it.

Jisoo couldn't help herself from playfully rolling her eyes which she definitely had as habit. Lalisa couldn't help herself from chuckling loudly about the playful eye rolling.

„Oh no we have to go faster now. Our lesson is starting very soon..." Mumbled Jisoo with excitement in her voice. She absolutely loved the lessons in their university. Since studying is very important for their future and their careers choice.

Jisoo started running towards the lesson room with Lalisa following her. All students who Lalisa run past to were shocked when Lalisa's bangs didn't move away from her forehead. Which caused the bad girl to smirk when she saw their face expression.

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Lalisa sat at a table with Jisoo and her gang: Nayeon, Mina, Sana, Seulgi, Yeji, Lia, SUA, Dami, Siyeon. All of them was deep in a conversation with each other.

„Yah Lalisa when are you planning to find a girlfriend for yourself Unnie...?" Asked Yeji with amusement. Who was drinking her milkshake. That her girlfriend Ryujin got for her.

„Yah Yeji I am getting a girlfriend when I found the perfect woman of my dreams. Which can take until your wedding with Ryujin." Defended Lalisa her picky taste in women with seriousness in her voice.

Ryujin and Yeji felt their cheeks flushing red in a blush when Lalisa mentioned them getting married to each other. Both women knew that they want each other for the rest of their lives. The rest of their friends couldn't stop themselves from giggling to their red cheeks.

„Let's stop teasing them... I am happy that they found each other." Smiled Jisoo with a happy expression on her face. Which she had in a book about greek mythology.

Yeji mouthed a 'thank you' to the exact minutes when the bell started ringing for lunch time to be over. The gang decided to go to their lessons together even though it's further away from each other. Ryujin held the hand from her girlfriend Yeji the whole walk to their lessons. Which is very seperate.

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Professor Tiffany Young walked into the lesson to teach them history. Jisoo smiled when she realized that Mrs Young is teaching them about greek mythology. She couldn't wait to put her hand up to answer questions about this very interesting subject. Tiffany Young is a very brilliant professor in her opinion. Especially since she married their music professor Taeyeon Young.

In the corner of her eyes she noticed Lalisa almost falling asleep in her seat with her head on the table in front of her. She literally wanted to kick her best friend on the leg since the lessons in university are very important in her opinions.

Instead of focusing on her best friend Jisoo decided to focus on the lesson with one of her favourite professors.

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„HEY YAH LALISA WAKE UP...!" Yelled Jisoo in Lalisa's ear with seriousness. She laughed when her best friend fell backwards with her chair.

Lalisa pouted when she realized that she fell with her butt on the chair. Jisoo leaned against a table because she couldn't stop laughing about what happened a moment ago.

„OH CLASS ENDED..." Yelled Lalisa with sleepiness while slowing realizing it in progress.

Jisoo shook her head since Lalisa's brain often works slower than it should. Jisoo can't complain though. Because that gives them the funniest moments of their friendship together.

Lalisa didn't hesitate to pack her college backpack really fast since she wants at go home. She mostly couldn't wait to jump on her queen-sized bed. Jisoo only let out a small 'yay' when Lalisa finally was ready at go home. They only lived one block away from each other. That's why it's easy for them to go at their university together each morning.

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