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svt-sunnie · 5 months

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. x ! sunnie’s background ・❥・・

warnings - xenophobia/racism, misogyny, bullying

this is my first time writing anything 🤕

ഒ‧₊☾. CHILDHOOD ૮꒰ ྀི◜๑◝ ꒱ა

bei yuming was born in wuhan, china on march 7, 1998 to her father, bei feiyu, and her mother, bei yiren.

she has 3 younger siblings, her brother yuxuan born in 2000, her sister yichen born in 2006, and her youngest brother haoyu born in 2008.

at the age of 10 she watched lots of television, and saw a lot of ads about chinese idols and immediately knew she wanted to be a singer.

she signed up for singing lessons at the age of 11, and was bullied a lot at school for telling people she wanted to be an idol, with them saying she was ‘too ugly’ or ‘couldn’t sing.’

♫⋆｡♪PRE-DEBUT ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

around 2010 she started falling in love with music, especially when she discovered kpop. snsd, kara, & f(x) are really the groups that made her want to be a kpop idol in the first place.

in late 2010 she opened a youtube channel where she uploaded videos of her singing kpop songs which had around 15k subscribers and in december 2011 pledis reached out to her for an audition.

at first her parents refused for her to go to korea alone but they eventually let her go, pledis told her she got accepted the day before she went back to china in january 2012.

in korea she attended school at hyeongsim arts school and took extra korean lessons, plus signed up for ballet.

→ TRAINEE YEARS ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

at first pledis planned to debut her with a girl group which would debut in 2013 but the group got completely ignored by the company so most of the group members left the company.

in 2013 pledis decided to put 15 year old yuming in a survival show for a chance to get the company’s name out there.

she joined the survival show ‘girls evolution’ as a vocalist, and it was going really well for her until round 3 where she was paired up with a contestant ‘cho yoo-jin’ for a duo stage.

yoo-jin was a really rude person and acted like she wasn’t in front of the cameras, but behind the scenes her and yuming absolutely hated each other. yoo-jin frequently bullied yuming and always made comments on her appearance or made fun of her for being chinese. after the duo stage came out, everyone was praising yuming’s vocals and said yoo-jin couldn’t sing. so in jealousy yoo-jin leaked her and yuming’s texts to each other to make it look like yuming was bullying her.

yuming got kicked off the show and finished in 37th place out of 50 contestants, the bullying allegations were proven false after pledis released the full texts between the two with proof that yoo-jin was bullying yuming and being xenophobic and that got yoo-jin kicked off the show aswell.

yuming went back to training at pledis, and they put her in the lineup for pledis girlz which they planned to debut as pristin in 2017. but they suddenly pulled her out of the line-up and decided to have her debut with seventeen.

she was really akward training with them at first but junhui, soonyoung, & joshua really made her feel comfortable to debut with them.

she appeared on 17tv during season 3 and ended up staying for the final line-up of the group as the only female member.

* ˚ ✦ DEBUT ERA +*:ꔫ:*﹤

debuting as the only girl in a mostly boy group made yuming a heavy target for bullying and misogyny, especially from antis. during debut era was especially the case for her.

she had so many antis, ot13 carats, interviewers, and even other idols all saying horrible stuff about her and asking if she slept her way into the group, or saying her personality is too annoying, and doesn’t deserve to be in the group that she considered leaving seventeen permanently. seventeen tried their hardest to support her during this time and really uplifted her spirits.

overtime everyone started to accept her as a member of seventeen after 95 line publicly shut down an anti at a fansign.

now she has a lot of fans and is one of the most biased members in the group which she earned with her powerful vocals and amazing stage presence.

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#sunnie.background #kpop oc #14th member of seventeen #kpop added member #kpop addition #seventeen 14th member #fake kpop idol #fictional kpop oc

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belle-of-a-time · 2 months

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An executive dysfunctionists guide to tricking your body into getting restful sleep:

Turning slow tigers into fast tigers

Old tumblr trick for insomnia/anxiety. Clench your whole body really tight for like 10 seconds to a minute and then relax. Tricks your body into thinking the tigers are gone

Wet box sleeping beauty

This is my personal favorite but it takes some spoons so it’s not always the best

Start at like dinner time: eat food that is safe and happy and valuable, no bird snacks, no snake meals, no girl dinner, eat some high value safe food.

Either change your bedsheets or if you don’t have enough spoons for that lay a spare sheet over your stuff and just change your pillowcases

Fill the tub and take a bath or take a shower if you don’t have a tub

For a shower, make sure you can reach the controls while sitting down, and spend the last rinse of your shower on the floor or in a shower chair if you have one. Try to really connect with your body if you can. When you’re done turn off the shower and let yourself feel how heavy your bones are for a minute. Then get up get ready for bed and beeline don’t rush but try not to get sidetracked, climb in, set your alarm (if you need one), and relax.

For a bath, take your bath like normal until you unplug the tub. Right after you unplug the tub lay back and get comfortable. Make sure your whole back is on the bottom of the tub and don’t move until the water is all gone. And just sit for a minute in touch with your body and the weight of gravity. Then same thing, get ready for bed and beeline to your bed.

A clean bed and a clean body will do wonders for this method and your mental health

Bedtime clock

This one is more about once you’re already in bed

Have an alarm clock that shuts off at a certain time. Mine goes off at 10pm and die come back on until 6am.

If you can’t see what time it is you can’t be anxious about all the sleep you’re missing

If you can’t sleep and it’s distressing you, get up and get a glass of water or go to the bathroom and brush your hair or something. Just get up do an activity and then go lay down again.

MythBusters proved that you don’t even actually have to sleep to rest. Just lay down and close your eyes in a quiet dark room and you’ll be way better off than having not rested at all, it’s not a permanent solution but it’s definitely better for you than nothing.

Soothing noises

Rain sounds and white noise etc etc

I personally HATE looped sounds if I can hear where it loops I’ll start counting seconds between each loop so a lot of white noise doesn’t work for me

There are full YouTube channels dedicated to recorded monsoons. My personal favorite is TexasHighDef shout out for real, gets me through every single uncomfortable/loud/new sleeping environment

I fully cannot sleep without my rain sounds anymore so this one is Kind of a double edged sword.

Putting away the evil box

People harp on this one all the time but it works.

Set your alarm for the morning (if you use your phone) and set an alarm for at least half an hour before when you want bedtime to be.

When the bedtime alarm goes off, Turn Off Your Phone. Plug it in do all the things you need to do to get ready for bed and pull out an activity that has no screen. And just hang out until bedtime.

Put away your evil little box and once it’s away don’t pull out a different evil box. If you have a kindle or tablet and you want to read make sure it has a paper white setting. Meaning it’s not glowing.

Try to avoid activities that will suck you in so for me no reading and no starting a new project. I have a blanket that I’ve been working on for over a year now because I usually only get about a row done before I put it down to go to bed.

Bedtime calculator?

I’ve never personally used one but it’s a thing that can Calculate REM cycles and tells you “if you need to wake up at X time then you should aim to go asleep at A,B,C, or D times”

There’s a very old post on tumblr about it that I can’t find and I also can’t find the website so idk but people in the notes of that post were very pro calculator if someone has a link to that feel free to add it.

That’s everything I’ve got, feel free to add anything you think of.

#executive dysfunction #adhd #actually adhd #sleeping #tips and advice

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jules-has-notes · 2 months

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2016 VoicePlay fall roundup — projects galore, frequent travels, and holiday cheer

As summer rolled into autumn, VoicePlay just kept rolling on their various creative fronts.

While the other guys were cruising in the northeast, Tony and Layne were hard at work back home, prepping and filming PattyCake's first Halloween video.

California schemin'

Once the sailors were rested up, most of the guys headed for the west coast. They spent two days in Los Angeles filming collaboration videos, first with Kurt Hugo Schneider ajnd then with AJ Rafael.

On the upside, their absence from Florida meant that they didn't have to take shelter from Hurricane Matthew. Unfortunately, Tony wasn't involved in the videos (for reasons that would soon become clear) and was supposed to be on a later flight than the others. He didn't make it out of Orlando before the airport was shut down.

From L.A., the guys hopped up the coast to San Francisco to perform at a benefit concert for the Elizabeth Glaser Pediatric AIDS Foundation hosted by the Alpha Epsilon Phi fraternity at Stanford University. With Tony stuck at home, the fellas called in their old buddy Paul Sperrazza from Vox Audio to pinch hit as their baritone for the night.

Squeeze me in

After a few days at home, the guys hit the road again. They started with three days of student workshops in eastern Ohio.

During the week, they set their social media followers the challenge of finding them among the crowds of students and faculty at some of the schools. (Can you spot them all? The kids make surprisingly good camouflage.)

New Philadelphia, OH — East Elementary // West Elementary

Zoarville, OH — Tuscarawas Valley Elementary School

On the final day, they worked with the choirs from two local high schools, who then joined them for a show at Kent State Tuscarawas the following night.

From there, the guys headed south to West Memphis, AR for another concert and a workshop at the local high school the day after that. One crafty fan brought them homemade VP logo cookies.

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students at West Memphis High School

Next they flew up to NYC to perform at a fundraiser for the Lupus Foundation of America.

Then they scooted upstate to Rochester for a show at Nazareth College before finally heading home.

Happy holiday-ween

Once they returned to Orlando, it was time to buckle down on rehearsals for their second year at Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party, so that they'd all be able to hit the stage running in November. (Layne did take the time in the middle of the week to have dinner with their old friend Jeff Thatcher and introduce him to Doris, though.)

The extra twist this year was that, on top of getting themselves and their backup guys ready to perform their holiday setlists, these performances would also be their next step toward formally acknowledging Tony's departure. He wouldn't be joining the other guys on stage in Tomorrowland this season. Instead, they would alternate between two replacement baritones, Erik Winger and J.None, who would continue performing with them into the new year, until the group could decide on a new permanent member.

No trick, all treats

At the end of the month, Geoff & Kathy announced that baby Castellucci was on the way at long last. They shared a short video documenting some of their challenging road to parenthood on Geoff's personal YouTube channel.

and baby makes three… er, five?

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WARNING: This video contains footage of Kathy receiving many injections in her belly and buttocks. As a result, she engages in some pain-induced swearing. Understandable, but probably NSFW.

One of the pumpkins from the baby reveal was then repurposed to create VoicePlay's social media posts for the day of Halloween.

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North to South (Carolina)

After a week and a half at home, the guys moseyed up to South Carolina for a pair of shows in Aiken, this time with Erik Winger as their substitute baritone.

A group of fans, perturbed by some negativity they'd been seeing directed toward the guys in YouTube comments and on social media, had been conspiring amongst themselves to counteract that energy. They'd created a book of positive messages and images. The two friends who had volunteered to collect and deliver everyone's submissions also documented the presentation during the post-show meet and greet on the first night so that all the contributors could see the guys' initial reactions.

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Ashley and Nancy present the book of fan love

The second day also held a few surprises.

It can be nice to have fans in the service industry.

Aiken, SC show — pre-show chatting // post-show group hug with fan Ashley // prezzies!

Sing, laugh, and be merry

And then it was off to the races. VoicePlay began their second annual residency in Tomorrowland for Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party at Disney World in early November. For nearly 100 performances over the course of six weeks, they once again entertained thousands upon thousands of visitors to the Magic Kingdom.

Hardcore mode

In between MVMCP shows, the guys continued doing their other jobs. Among other things, that meant Earl was lucky enough to be playing Crush in the Nemo live show when iconic professional wrestler Mick Foley was in the audience.

Earl meeting Mick Foley // the VP MVMCP B-team — Tony F., Antonio, Deejay, Joey, & J.None

Having a full cast of replacement singers came in handy during the second week of Disney World shows. VoicePlay had also booked a holiday concert down in Delray Beach for the Friday before Thanksgiving. So, while Winger filled in for Tony on the road, J.None and the rest of Echo took to the Tomorrowland stage in full force.

Eli and Ashley even left a day early and took a detour to attend a Carrie Underwood show in Tampa on the way.

VoicePlaying for Gamecocks

At the beginning of December, VoicePlay headed up to South Carolina with Winger once more for their last non-Disney holiday concert of the year at USC.

Bubblicious

In early December, some of the guys finally got to meet the British music blogger who had been singing their praises for several years when his vacation itinerary brought him to the Magic Kingdom.

Caroling we roll along

Their final video shoot of the year was also the final entry in their first set of PartWork videos, a gentle rendition of "O Little Town of Bethlehem". With the announcement of Tony's departure drawing closer, the other four guys were all featured in this video in their usual roles, and Geoff did double duty to cover the baritone part.

VoicePlates

As a fun little end-of-year treat, their pal (and former 4:2:Five tenor) Danny Alan stumbled upon some holiday paper goods that bore a surprisingly familiar looking design.

The guys finally took the last few days of the year to relax and rest in preparation for their hectic start to the new year, but those are stories for another time.

#VoicePlay #traveling musicians #behind the scenes #video #link-o-rama #long post

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onenettvchannel · 2 months

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FLASH REPORT: Independent Texan Production Company and Animation 'Rooster Teeth' permanently closes down for bankruptcy after 2 decades, RWBY's future in Limbo as 'DillonGoo Studios' steps in

FORT WORTH, TEXAS -- Warner Bros.-Discovery (WBD) sadly announces to close down the established independent animation studio 'Rooster Teeth' after two (2) decades of digital operation. This moves might be a bitter pill for many to swallow that marks the end of an era for the studio behind a beloved web series 'RWBY'.

Entertainment news outlet ‘Deadline’ revealed that the Texan animation studio shuts its doors, but the popular audio-only podcast known as the ‘Rooster Teeth Podcast’ (RTP) won't be impacted there too soon.

The unprecedented closure for online bankruptcy of 'Rooster Teeth' leaves fans of RWBY in a state of much uncertainty, as the fate of the web streaming series hangs in the balance, following after the old video-sharing platform YouTube in several volumes. However, a glimmer of hope emerges as the torch passed on to a different independent studio, DillonGoo Studios, based in Austin, Texas, United States of America (U.S.A.).

'DillonGoo Studios', led by its Chief Executive Officer, independent self-animator and founder named 'Dillon W. Gu', has rapidly emerged as a prominent figure in the animation community. With strong connections to the RWBY fandom, the studio has garnered significant attention. The potential partnership production between 'DillonGoo Studios' and 'RWBY' opens exciting prospects for the series' future to a new heights. With 'Mr. Gu' stepping into the role as a new show creator, apart from the late original series creator (Monty Oum), fans eagerly anticipate the direction that Volume 10, potentially its final season as 'volumes' may take under a new leadership.

People are speculating about 'Rooster Teeth' (RT) considers to be shutting down, filing for bankruptcy, and selling RWBY to acquire a new IP (intellectual property) to DillonGoo Studios. Some have mentioned that RT encountered financial difficulties and a decrease in the appeal of their animations, possibly influenced by controversial anti-LGBT sentiments, extremist criticism, fouling behavior on social media, and disruptions caused by boycotts against CRWBY members, voice actors and fictional personalities, resulting to delay and secure a new volume. But now, with 'DillonGoo Studios' stepping in, there's hope for the future of the web-streaming series.

If DillonGoo Studios takes the helm for Volume 10 of RWBY and securing a partnership with streaming networks like Crunchyroll or somewhat others (which is our internet media affiliate for 'OneNETtv Channel'), it could signify a revitalization for the beloved franchise. The legal greenlighting of Volume 10 under the banner of DillonGoo Studios opens up avenues for a fresh approach to storytelling, while retaining the essence and spirit of the series that has captivated audiences worldwide.

As RWBY-nian fans eagerly await the future of the show, the partnership between DillonGoo Studios and a streaming platform holds the promise of a bright new chapter for the iconic series. With 'Dillon Gu' at the helm, RWBY may embark on a journey filled with innovation, creativity, and a renewed sense of purpose, ensuring its enduring legacy in the annals of animation history.

CONTRIBUTED LOGO and ART PHOTO COURTESY: AyRigatory via Reddit PHOTO & Google Images BACKGROUND PROVIDED BY: Tegna

SOURCE: *https://deadline.com/2024/03/rooster-teeth-shut-down-warner-bros-discovery-roost-podcast-continue-1235847264/ [Referenced News Article via Deadline Hollywood] *https://www.austinchronicle.com/daily/screens/2024-03-06/rooster-teeth-shutting-down/ [Referenced News Article via The Austin Chronicle] *https://epicstream.com/article/rwby-volume-10-release-date-where-to-watch-trailer-all-details [Referenced News Article via Epic Stream] *https://roosterteeth.com/g/post/af39b172-be74-4398-94f8-908c3f4c5d6e [Referenced PR Post via Rooster Teeth News Bureau] *https://twitter.com/DillonGoo/status/1765562185990762798 [Referenced X Network Status Post via DillonGoo] *https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy6O1yWopCP/ [Referenced IG News Article via The RWBY Style News Bureau] *https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UcpQK9Qzf3g [Referenced YT VIDEO via Vexed Viewer] *https://rwby.fandom.com/wiki/Dillon_Gu *https://www.linkedin.com/in/dillon-gu-52b1b489 *https://www.dillongoostudios.com/about and *https://old.reddit.com/r/roosterteeth/comments/123ar0f/i_made_legit_adjustments_to_rooster_teeths_new/ [Referenced Fan-Made Logo via Reddit User - AyRigatony]

-- OneNETnews Team

#flash report #entertainment news #fort worth #texas #RWBY #rooster teeth #shutting down #bankrupt #animation #dillon goo studios #fyp #awareness #OneNETnews

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vriska-fic8ion · 8 days

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~⭒❉⭑~A Wild Vriska Appears!~⭒❉⭑~

Yes, I am Vriska Serket. (Or at least, I will 8e.) I identify as transcharacter. As you may have guessed from that st8ment, I'm one of the pro-transID/pro-para freaks that are pro8a8ly in your DNI.

However, I do not ID as radqueer and would go so far as to consider myself anti-radqueer given the current st8 of the community.

I will report xenosatanists, 8asedqueers, LSDqueers, noxiaqueers, etc without hesit8ion!

Also...

I'm transforming into Vriska! ::::3 ...through intensive 8ody modific8ion. Here's a working list of shit I'm going to do to myself, in order of intensity. I 8r8k it down into phases in my head.

~PHASE ONE~ ❉ Make or 8uy prosthetic claws and horns (Done!) ❉ Dye my hair permanently 8lack (Done!) ❉ Get gold contacts (Done 8ut I have issues wearing them) ❉ Get an eyepatch to resolve half-8lind dysphoria (Done!) ~PHASE TWO~ ❉ Get angel 8ite piercings that resem8le fangs (Done!) ❉ Get small tattoos that suggest at my true self ❉ Either acquire or tattoo on a cy8ernetic arm ❉ 8egin mental reprogramming to 8ecome Vriska mentally (WIP) ~PHASE THREE~ ❉ Permanently dye my skin gray ❉ Tattoo the whites of my eyes yellow ❉ Remove my left eye

We're a traumagenic system of six including myself. My headm8s may speak or re8log content from time to time. Their tags and sign-offs are as follows:

Petrichor: ⚪; #yelps from the void Kudzu: 🦎; #calming words Antonio: 🎥; #ramblings of the Muse Terezi: ♎; #terezi talks Kanaya: ♍; #whispers from the caverns

Speaking of, my own tag system is

#Vriska shut up - ram8lings #Vriskers 8ites 8ack - discourse #Anon h8 - exactly what it says on the tin #Fuschia following - FORTHEEMPRESS content. 8lock if triggered 8y fults. #RP thread - also exactly what it says on the tin. 8lock to reduce RP spam. #vent hole - vents

My YouTube channel

That speech I did on transIDs

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alarmjust · 2 years

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Real war footage 2013

A frame grab from a video released in August shows a fighter from the US-backed Syrian Democratic Forces (SDF) fires his weapon during clashes with Islamic State group fighters in Raqqa. The shutdowns were chilling for a community that had just celebrated a possible precedent for Syria when the International Criminal Court in August issued an arrest warrant based on video evidence for a Libyan military commander. But many activists fear a repeat or a permanent loss. YouTube, which is owned by Google, says it will correct any videos improperly taken down and that it is in dialogue with the activists on a solution. “But this is very dangerous because there is no alternative for YouTube.” “Nothing is lost forever yet,” al-Khatib said, speaking from Berlin. But about 150,000 videos remain in jeopardy, pending a decision from YouTube, which is still reviewing whether to reinstate them, he said. Working with YouTube, al-Khatib’s group secured the return of about 20 channels, salvaging about 400,000 videos. We don’t have control of it,” said Hadi al-Khatib, co-founder of the Syrian Archive, a group founded in 2014 to preserve open source evidence of crimes committed by all sides of the Syrian conflict.īased on his database and review of around 900 groups and individuals, al-Khatib said some 180 channels connected to Syria were shut since June when YouTube began using machine learning protocols to sift through videos on the site for objectionable content. “It is like we are writing our memories – not in our own book but in a third party’s book. Activists say crucial evidence of human rights violations risks being lost – as well as an outlet to the world that is crucial for them.Īctivists are rushing to set up alternative archives, but they also recognize nothing can replace YouTube because of its technological infrastructure and global reach. In the past few months, the online video giant has implemented new policies to remove material considered graphic or supporting terrorism and hundreds of thousands of videos from the conflict suddenly disappeared without notice. Syrian activists fear all that history could be erased as YouTube moves to rein in violent content. Hundreds of thousands of amateur videos uploaded to YouTube document every heartbeat of the war over the past seven years, from momentous events like cities under bombardment to intimate scenes like a father cradling his dead children. Mom of abducted American journalist says Biden ‘ready to engage' with SyriaīEIRUT - Syria’s civil war has been one of the modern world’s most brutal conflicts and one of its most heavily filmed. Syria rejects Biden claim it's holding Austin Tice 10 years after kidnapping ISIS 'Beatle' sentenced to life in prison in killing of 4 AmericansĪt least 14 killed in shelling on north Syria market, rescuers say

#Real war footage 2013

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agnesmontague · 3 years

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so i just learned that after disney+ debuted disney shut down a huge chunk of its tv channels around the world such as disney channel and disney XD including the ones in south korea, so for old times’ sake i just spent a good hour or so watching channel shutdown compilations and 90% of these worldwide disney channels just.... got absolutely no sendoff whatsoever. many of them got their plug pulled right in the middle of a show without even waiting for the episode to finish airing and there was no ending jingle or even a voiced-over announcement, only a sudden cut to a soulless monotone blank screen with “this channel is no longer available.” like the stuff of childhood nightmares

you’d think a company with such a family-friendly image would take the time to at least explain briefly to its very young audience that all their fave shows will be moving to another service or something, hell, at least do it for advertisements’ sake so that kids can pester their parents into buying disney+, but disney does not care about you and it does not care about your children and it will absolutely snatch the last shred of comfort from a kid’s hands if it means they don’t have to spend an extra $400 recording an ending announcement in different languages

and honestly i am just sitting here with my heart in my throat like. none of our current art is truly permanent, is it. we like to think that we have better documentation and archiving technology than generations past but all it really takes is for one megacompany to slap some copyright tape over its comic book villain safe and then toss that safe in the ocean for all it’s worth. youtube could potentially choose to do the same and simply wipe its entire site clean overnight. adobe decided to throw flash in the garbage and decades worth of internet content just.... disappeared from reach. i am begging every digital creator out there to backup your content to as many outlets as you possibly can. use different cloud services that aren’t owned by one company. use physical usb drives and hard drives. if programs you used to open your work become obsolete at least document what it was so it can be passed on and remembered by people who want to. jesus christ i need a drink

#rambles #1k #10k

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dottielovegood · 3 years

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ASMR - Chapter 5

Elriel fanfiction

About this fic:

Azriel can’t sleep Elain has an ASMR channel Match made in heaven (or you know, on youtube..)

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You can find chapter 1 here, chapter 2 here, chapter 3 here and chapter 4 here

Read this fic on AO3

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Elain Beautiful!

Elain’s message made Azriel blush. He even blushed the next day whenever he thought about it.

He had never been called “beautiful” before. Handsome? Yes. Sexy and hot? A few times

But beautiful? Never

He couldn’t stop thinking about the message. Nor could he stop thinking about the fact that she lived in Velaris. Had they ever passed each other on the street? Had he stood behind her in the line at the grocery store?

Had they breathed the same air without knowing it?

Azriel couldn’t help but think back to Rhys and Feyre’s wedding. She had been there, hadn’t she? That same day when he was sitting with Rhys in a suite before the ceremony, she had delivered flowers downstairs. If he had just left the room before the ceremony, he might have met her that day. He was certain that they hadn’t met, even though Nesta was certain that they must have at least seen each other. He knew in his heart that he could never have forgotten her face if he had seen it. He couldn’t stop thinking about her now, and he had only seen her on his screen.

Azriel imagined that she must be even more beautiful in real life.

And now, he could actually find out if that was the case.

He told himself that he didn’t change his usual morning route because he wanted to see her. He told himself that he was tired of running in the park and that a run along the river Sidra would be a nice change of pace. He told himself that he didn’t even think about the fact that Elain’s flower shop was located on River Street, looking out over the Sidra.

He told himself all these things, but deep down, he knew that he was lying. It felt stupid and idiotic to lie to yourself, but it made him feel a bit better. It made him feel a little less like a creep as he ran along the river.

It was a nice day out. You could tell that summer was turning into fall because of the crisp morning air and the changing colors of the leaves. Velaris was probably the most beautiful during fall, at least according to Azriel. He had always loved fall and always hated summer. He didn’t like the heat. His friend, Cassian, hated summer too because of his allergies. That’s why he and Nesta had opted for a fall wedding.

The city was quiet this early in the morning. Azriel enjoyed the quiet; he always had. He never worked out with music and he couldn’t understand why people wanted to blast stressful tunes in their ears while working out. For Azriel, running was a form of meditation. He was completely alone with his thought and he often felt as if he had his best ideas during his morning runs. Music would have bothered him.

He had mapped out a route along the Sidra that was approximately 5 kilometers long (he always ran 5 km in the morning). It just so happened that Elain’s store could be seen from this route. What a coincidence, he thought, as it came into view.

In between the lies he had told himself, he had also told himself that she would probably not be there this early. He just wanted to see the place where she worked, but she would most likely not even be there. It was less creepy if she wasn’t there, which is why he hadn’t walked by in the middle of the day. He didn’t want her to think that he was a stalker. He remembered what Nesta had said about her taste in men, and he was pretty sure that she would never look at him again if she thought that he was stalking her.

As he was nearing her shop, he felt his palms sweat and his heart race. Totally normal reactions to a workout, he told himself. And all of a sudden, he found himself across the street from her little shop. It was situated between a small café and a bookshop. The sign above the door was light pink, and swirly green letters read “WALLFLOWER”. That was an interesting name for a flower shop, Azriel thought. Then, he noticed that the lights were on and the door was slightly ajar. Azriel held his breath as he slowed his pace and looked through the window. At first, there was no sign of anyone in there. Then, a door in the back opened, and there she was. She had her hair down today, and she was wearing a dark blue dress over a white t-shirt. Her face was covered by the big bunch of flowers she was carrying. Azriel knew nothing about flowers, but he knew he hated these white and pink things for covering her face. Azriel pulled up his hood, hoping that she wouldn’t see him as he lingered on the other side of the street, hoping for just one look.

She bent over and put the flowers down just by the door. Her hair fell in front of her face and…

That’s when Azriel’s phone rang.

And for once in his life, the sound was on. He had no idea when he had un-muted it, but he could see Elain shift. Shit, she had heard his phone. The door was slightly open and there was no traffic right now which obviously meant that anyone within a 100-meter radius could hear it. And it did not help that someone, probably Cassian, had changed his ringtone to fucking Barbie Girl by Aqua.

Azriel quickly turned away from the shop and started running again. He didn’t even see where he was going as he fumbled in his pocket for his phone. “Fuck,” he let out as the female voice in his pocket sang about how fantastic it was to be plastic.

“What?” he answered, ready to rip apart the person that had called him.

“What has your knickers in a twist?” Rhys asked in a fake British accent.

“I’m running.”

“Yeah, I know. You always run at this time of the day. Creature of habit and all that.” Rhys sounded chipper. Who the fuck was this happy in the morning?

“What do you want? Didn’t you say that the meeting started at nine today?”

“Yes, Azriel. The meeting starts at nine, but I need you and Cassian to come in earlier. Like now. Where are you?”

“I’m by the Sidra, so it’ll probably take me ten minutes to reach the office if I run,” Azriel answered. “Is this urgent, or can I go home and change?”

“Why are you by the Sidra? You always run in the park?”

“Trying to get out of my comfort zone,” Azriel mumbled, hoping that Rhys would just let it go.

“Well, good for you. And yes, it’s urgent. You can shower here and I know that you keep extra clothes in your desk drawer. See you in ten minutes!”

Azriel groaned. He did not want an emergency meeting right now. He wanted to go home and drown in his shower from the sheer mortification he was feeling.

“Oh, Azriel!” Rhys almost shouted before Azriel could hang up. “Bring coffee.”

Azriel snorted. “I didn’t think you were allowed coffee.”

Azriel could hear the smile in his brother’s voice as he said, “just bring the fucking coffee, Az.”

20 minutes later, Azriel walked into the office with three cups of coffee and a few croissants.

“What’s the emergency?” Azriel asked as soon as he walked through the doors to Rhys’ office.

Cassian was already there, and Rhys had the biggest grin on his face. It made Azriel uncomfortable. Why was he grinning at half-past seven in the morning?

Azriel handed one cup each to Rhys and Cassian while taking one for himself. He didn’t take a seat. He just waited for Rhys to tell him why the hell he was here.

Cass took a sip from his cup and made a disgusted face.

“What the fuck is this?” he asked.

“De-caf, vanilla latte with extra foam.”

“Why? You know that I drink my coffee black.”

“Barbie girl,” was all Azriel said, and from the way Cassian’s face lit up, he could tell that it was, indeed, Cassian who had changed his ringtone.

“Oh, yeah,” Cassian grinned. “great song!”

Azriel rolled his eyes.

Rhys leaned against his desk and took a swig from his own cup. Azriel had not made a funny order for him, but he kind of wish he had. The stupid smile seemed to be permanently etched onto his face. Rhys let out a sound that sounded eerily like a moan.

“God, this tastes like heaven,” he sighed. Azriel liked his coffee as much as any other person, and he guessed that it would taste even better if you had gone without any caffeine for months, but this was still weird.

“Better than your wife?” Cass joked and wiggled his eyebrows.

Rhys shot him a death glare. “Don’t you dare speak about the mother of my future child like that!”

Azriel felt his jaw drop. Did he just say what Azriel thought he said?

He didn’t have time to ask before Rhys lit up again. “Feyre’s pregnant!” he basically shouted.

For a beat, Azriel and Cassian stared at him dumbfounded. Then, Cassian jumped from his chair, embracing Rhys.

“Damn! Finally! Congratulations, man,” he said and patted him hard on the back.

Azriel wasn’t much of a hugger, but even he embraced his brother. “Congrats!”

“How did you find out?” Cassian asked.

“Well, it was all very romantic. I made her breakfast this morning, and she looked at me as if I had put rat-poison in her porridge. Then she threw up. Actually, the first sign was definitely that her boobs got bigger, but she told me to shut up every time I mentioned it.”

“Didn’t need to know that,” Azriel muttered.

Rhys ignored him. “So she took a test, and there were definitely two little pink lines there.”

His entire face was a big smile now, and Azriel couldn’t help but smile too. He was so happy for Rhys and Feyre. They were going to be great parents.

“So, I wanted to tell you that you’re going to be uncles,” he announced.

Azriel and Cassian looked at each other. If Azriel wasn’t mistaken, he could see Cassian tear up.

“I’ll be the fun uncle,” Cass exclaimed as if anyone would ever question that.

Azriel took a seat next to Cassian as they continued talking for a while. Az couldn’t help but notice that Rhys seemed almost equally happy about the fact that he was now allowed to eat meat and drink coffee again.

“So, Rhys, just to be clear. You only called us in here this early to tell us that you were going to be a father? That couldn’t wait?”

“Obviously, it couldn’t wait,” Rhys answered matter of factly. “But no, that wasn’t the only reason. There’s a problem with the online subscriptions that I need you to look at.”

“What’s the problem?”

“I have no idea. That’s why I hired you.”

Azriel spent the entire morning sorting out the problem. When he was finally done, it was time for lunch. Since he hadn’t been able to go home and bring the lunch he had prepared, he had to venture out for food. He decided to go to one of his favorite places in town; a small Vietnamese place within walking distance to the office. He ordered Phở and decided to eat his lunch there since he was a bit tired of staring into his computer screen. He took a seat in the corner next to the windows looking out over the street and started a podcast on his phone as he dug into his noodle soup. It was delicious, as always, and he didn’t really pay attention to anything but the food and the podcast. This is why he didn’t notice that someone had sat down at his table until a female voice started speaking to him. He had just shoved some noodles into his mouth as he looked up to see who was talking to him, and his heart almost stopped.

It was her. Flower Girl ASMR. Elain.

Azriel had noodles hanging out of his mouth and his brain couldn’t decide if he should just push all of it into his mouth, or take a bite and let the rest fall into his bowl, so he just sat there; looking and feeling like a fool.

“Azriel,” Elain greeted him when his eyes met hers. His brain couldn’t comprehend that she was here, at one of his favorite restaurants, while he was listening to a true-crime podcast. Azriel quickly swallowed what was in his mouth and removed his headphones. He could feel himself blush.

“Elain,” he breathed, feeling warm and sweaty all of a sudden. “What are you doing here?”

She laughed. She had a lovely laugh. “Nice to see you too. Is it good?”

“What?”

“The food,” she gestured to the bowl, “is it good?”

“Yes, very.” Azriel didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t expected to see her here. He had actually not expected to ever hear from her again if she had seen him outside of her store this morning.

Elain looked around. “This place is really cute. I’ve never been here before, but my employees recommended it.”

That explained why she was there.

“Yeah, it’s the best Vietnamese food in town.”

“I’ll take your word for it. You seemed to really enjoy it.” She smiled at him, and he was suddenly very aware of the fact that she had seen him eat. He had no idea what he looked like when he ate, but he felt very self-conscious all of a sudden.

“So, you live in Velaris?” Azriel asked after a short stretch of silence.

She nodded. “Mhm. I moved here a few years ago and opened my shop. Speaking of, did I see you this morning?” She was eyeing him suspiciously.

Azriel felt himself go completely still. Fuck. She had seen him. His life was over. Mentally, he started to prepare to move away from Velaris. Maybe he should just move to Australia? Or maybe Siberia? Anywhere far, far away.

He felt himself shake his head in answer, hoping that she believed him.

She raised an eyebrow “Really?”

She looked down at her lap and he could hear her tap on her phone, and then Azriel’s phone, which was conveniently sitting on the table, was ringing.

Fucking Barbie Girl.

He had forgotten to put it on silent again. He was going to murder Cassian.

The screen lit up with her name, and he knew he was busted.

He expected her to tell him to never contact her again. He expected her to kick him under the table and call him a creep. And god, did he deserve it. But, to his surprise, she laughed.

“Interesting music choice. I wouldn’t have pegged as a 90’s euro-pop lover.”

“I’m not,” he muttered under his breath. “This is my friend’s idea of humor. I am going to kill him as soon as I get back to the office.”

“Please don’t. You’re too pretty to go to jail,” Elain joked, and Azriel felt himself blush - again.

He took a deep breath and decided to try to explain the situation. “About this morning... I was just doing my morning workout. I promise I was not stalking you.”

“I didn’t think you were stalking me. I mean, did you even know I lived in Velaris?”

Azriel was just about to answer when Elain’s name was called. She got up and picked up her food from the girl behind the register. She walked back to his table and held up the brown paper bag, “Well, I have to go. My employees need fuel.”

“It was really nice meeting you in real life, Elain. Sorry if I was weird,” Azriel apologized.

“Don’t apologize. I get it. I hate when people interrupt me when I eat. But when I saw you, I just felt like I had to say hi.”

Azriel smiled at her. “It was a welcome interruption. Enjoy your lunch!”

With a quick goodbye, she turned around and started to walk to the door. Azriel cursed himself. Why was he such a weirdo? Couldn’t he have been cool and mysterious? Why did he have to be some kind of awkward noodle-eating monster?

He was just about to drown himself in the remaining food in front of him when he saw Elain turn around and head for his table again.

“Would you like to do this again?” she asked, the question coming out quickly.

Azriel stared at her. “Do what?”

“See each other in real life.”

“Yes,” Azriel blurted out. “I would really like that.”

She gave him the sweetest smile and he felt like he was looking at the sun.

“Great! Are you free this Friday?”

Azriel didn’t tell her that he would make sure to be free any night she wanted to spend time with him.

Instead, he just said, “Yes, I’m free.”

“Good. I’ll text you.”

And with that, Elain exited the restaurant. Azriel was staring at his bowl of cold noodles, not feeling very hungry anymore. She had asked him out.

Elain, the prettiest girl alive, had asked him out.

If he had been a comic book character, he was certain that there would be small, pink hearts flying around his head.

She texted him later that night.

Elain It was lovely running into you today :) But damn that ringtone of yours! I’ve been singing Barbie Girl all day, haha!

Azriel Thank you for interrupting my lunch! Don’t tell anyone this, but I haven’t been able to get that stupid song out of my head either. But don’t worry, I was able to get my hands on my friend’s phone this afternoon and return the favor.

Elain Oooh! Which song did you pick?

Azriel Jizz in my pants by the Lonely Island.

Elain You’re evil! I love it!

Azriel So, for Friday. Would you be up for drinks?

Azriel wanted to suggest dinner, but drinks felt safer. If she thought that he was dull or weird, it would be easier for her to leave.

Elain Yes! That would be great. There is this new place that I’ve been dying to go to. It’s called Rita’s.

Azriel Rita’s it is! Shall we say at 8?

Elain It's a date! I’m really looking forward to it :)

Azriel Me too!

Azriel felt giddy. He felt like a teenager that had just been asked out by his crush. Or at least, he thought that this was the same feeling. He hadn’t really been asked out in High School. Elain had probably been popular, but he had been the emo-guy in the corner, listening to music nobody had ever heard.

However, the more he thought about Friday, the more nervous he became. What if he couldn’t find something interesting to talk about? What if she found him boring?

And worst of all; what the hell should he wear?

#elriel fanfic #elriel #elain x azriel #elain archeron #azriel x elain #azriel #acotar fanfiction #acotar #dottielovegoodfanfiction

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shhhlikeme · 4 years

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You know the working daddy captain fanart that you've reblogged recently.. I can't get Kuroo and his son out of my head so may I request a domestic married life au oneshot revolving around that particular fanart - him, his wife and their first kid, a toddler son? Fluffy and romantic, no angst please. If you're up to date with the manga maybe it could be based on post timeskip Kuroo? Thanks a lot!

DILF Day Care With Daddy Kuroo Tetsurō 🤱👼🍼 📆📈

(Fluffville)

‼️ TIMESKIP SPOILERS BELOW ‼️

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“Yeah. Yeah. So that’s what I told Jim in marketing already. To send Bokuto to Tampa to surprise a Japanese little league team there and to send a camera crew with him. Kenma is already putting our ads on his YouTube channel—he told you what?! That he’s not doing it? Well did he say why?! That bratty cat, must have caught him on a bad day. Okay. No, I need this handled TODAY, Greg! Hold on, he will. He’s currently in Italy at some big video game tournament but I’ll stop by his office right now to work it out with his assistant. Just give me thirty minu—“

“Oh no you don’t, Kuroo Tetsuro!”

The wife of the sexiest businessman in the Japanese Volleyball Association Corporation set a cup of French vanilla coffee in front of her talkative husband before stomping her foot. Kuroo quickly covered the speaker part of the phone and gave you a pleading face.

“No!” You repeated. “I am going to Lev and Alisa’s Vogue Magazine cover day-party at their mansion. The babysitter is on vacation. Which means you and only you have to take River to his appointment cross-city.”

Giggling because he understood his own name, almost 2-year-old baby River Tetsurō blew bubbles with his own spit and clapped his tiny hands. Kuroo looked down at the miniature baby he held in his lap as he was on the phone. River looked up at his Daddy and Kuroo’s stomach tightened in return. He quickly said bye to his group call with the interns.

After marrying you 2 years ago, Tetsurō never thought he would love someone as much as he loved you....but he was happily mistaken 9 months after the honeymoon when little River Kuroo popped out.

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“This is my son?” Kuroo, decked out in a light blue hospital dress—took his baby from the doctors hands. He was the first to hold him. He stared down at his son, already seeing the start of little jet black hairs pressed to his baby’s head.

“Yes.” The nurse grinned, moving Kuroo’s hand so that it was supporting the newborns neck.

Fresh tears sprung out of the ex-middle blocker’s eyes as he shuffled his son to one arm as he moved hastily to hold your hand and show you. He squeezed your hand and the tears kept pouring, showcasing the life you two just created to the wife he loved so much.

“Oh Kuroo....” you whispered drowsily as your eyes filled with tears also. You looked up at your husband in amazement. “He looks just like you.” You whisper to him and then sit up so that you can hold your beloved son yourself.

“Yeah, he does.” Kuroo handed him over to your weak arms, still keeping his hands under yours to support you and the baby. He kissed you on the side of your forehead and wiped your tears. “I love him so much already, Y/N. I love you so much.”

You smiled through your happy tears and leaned your head in to reciprocate Kuroo’s embrace, then leaned down to kiss your baby boy. After a few minutes of admiring him, you handed him back to Kuroo and told him to show the baby to your families and Kenma who were all still waiting in the waiting room. You knew Kenma seemed disinterested to others because he was on his video game, but all who knew him well knew that Kozume was only distracting himself because he was itching to meet his new Godson.

“Okay.” Kuroo whispered into your hair before taking River and planting a kiss on your lips.

***

Returning from his flashback, Kuroo realized that you were in the middle of lecturing him about the balance between work and parenting. He was a phenomenal father and he was there 95% of the time, but he was still a businessman and that meant sometimes he had to work more than he would like to.

Your son started to cry because he didn’t like seeing his mum worked up, so like second nature, Kuroo gave his two index fingers to River to grasp in his tiny hands. That, combined with his dad bouncing him on his the leg (which is exactly what Kuroo was doing) stopped River’s crying in its tracks. River loved holding onto his father’s fingers for some reason, it soothed him. Baby River blew more spit bubbles and giggled.

Kuroo watched you lecturing him, biting his lip because damn was his wife sexy when she was mad. You were all dressed up for this day party in a long black sundress that hugged your curves and as his eyes roamed your figure Kuroo decided that the amazing morning sex you two had earlier suddenly wasn’t enough.

“—Kuroo!! Are you even listening?!”

He returned his eyes back up to yours.

“Uh yes. Listening and undressing you with my eyes. Yep.”

You narrowed your eyes at your man then reached over the expensive island to use River’s bib to clean your son’s snot and spit off his babyface.

You leaned in for a kiss from River and the angel cutely bumped his face against yours, getting saliva all over you. You used his bib to wipe your face too.

“River, honey? Mommy is going to go and have some fun at a party that mommy put on the obvious calendar weeks ago.....the party that she has been excited about going to FOR MONTHS! So, baby boy, your annoying twin will take you to see Dr. Wimble this time because he shouldn’t be working on his days off anyway not to mention he promised, okay my Riv-honey?”

Kuroo deadpanned. “I hate when you speak to our son but you’re really talking to me.”

“Don’t care. I left both your boys’ breakfast is on the stove. And Don’t forget River’s diaper bag!” You stole a sip of your husband’s French vanilla before snatching the car keys and your purse off the island.

Kuroo tried to think about what he was going to do as he continued to bounce his son on his leg, his analytical brain running through dozens of scenarios in a matter of seconds. No matter how he spun it—though, the sexy businessman knew he wouldn’t be without his son today. Looking down at his spiky haired mini-me that looked back up at him with bright, happy eyes, Kuroo realized that—no matter how he spun it—nor would he desire to be without his son today.

“Wait, Y/N! What time is the appointm—“

“—Calendar! Use it!” You yelled dryly before you shut the door and headed to the car Kuroo bought you for Valentine’s Day.

Back inside, Kuroo dragged his son’s high chair next to him at the island and served him the kiddie breakfast you made. Your husband sat beside him, giving River his finger while he drank his coffee and ate his food with one hand. When both boys were done he picked up River and walked over to the calendar.

You were right: it was there. In plain capital permanent marker on today’s date:

It read:

RIVER’S APPOINTMENT - 3:30PM

HAIBA’S VOGUE PARTY - 1PM

DO NOT MAKE PLANS KUROO!

River giggled as if he was making fun of his father and Kuroo looked down at the love of his life. “River, should daddy piss mommy off and erase it so that daddy looks like he was right?”

River stopped giggling and pouted up at his daddy, his tiny lip quivering like he would cry if he did anything to upset mommy.

“Okay okay!” Said Kuroo hurriedly, giving his son his finger again so he’d stop crying. River smiled. “We have 2 and a half hours until your appointment Rivs, which is on the other side of town, and in between is Uncle Kenma’s office. So we will stop there on the way and then the park. Let’s go, son.”

The raven haired baby cheered. “YWAY DA!”

In 30 minutes flat, Kuroo was decked out in an elegant Armani navy blue business suit. He had every colour and material. He collected River’s diaper bag, packed snacks and his baby chest carrier.

Locking up, Kuroo buckled his son in the back of his 2020 Jag, checking thrice if he was safe in his car seat. Then, he clicked the button to play River’s favourite kid show on the car tv and handed him the stuffed cat Hinata got River for Christmas. It was his all time favourite toy.

Once Kuroo parked in front of Kenma’s high-rise office, he strapped on his baby carrier over his Armani suit and placed River in it. The tall and sexy businessman garnerned SO MANY stares as he looked PRIMO SEXY DILF as he locked his car and strutted inside Kenma’s office building with his son, pressing the elevator button. As he waited, he called his best friend who was in Italy. Kuroo held his phone in between his shoulder and cheek before he snapped at his friend.

“Kenma. Do you need me to hop on a plane with River and crash your video game tournament right now?! Because I will.”

There was murmuring on the other line.

Kuroo gasped.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN RIVER CAN COME BUT I CAN’T?!”

River squealed loudly because he heard his name.

“Listen Kozume....... I have the keys to your loft, did you forget? You’ll come home to a mountain of River’s diapers in your game room if you back out now. You can’t just say no because my administrators are calling too much!!”

Baby River smiled cheekily and clapped his adorable hands as he rode the elevator with his daddy all the way up to his godfathers top floor.

That boy had a mother, father, godfather and a long list of pro volleyball player uncle’s who doted on him....

He couldn’t be happier.

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#kuroo tetsurō #kuroo fluff #daddy kuroo #kuroo dad #haikyuu boys #hq headcannons #hq headcanon #haikyu headcanon #haikyuu headcannons #kenma kozume #kuroo x y/n #timeskip kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #haikyuu kenma #hq fluff #haikyuu x reader

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percabethfeelsfandom · 3 years

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Headcanons: Percy and Annabeth as Tik Tokers Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

I never mentioned what Percy and Annabeth’s users would be. Annabethchase1207 + perSEAus

- Annabeth would have a really basic username because she made the account ironically hence why it’s just her name and birthday

- Percy definitely would make a joke out of his user so that’s my take on it

Back in Cali, Annabeth’s friends are literally about to riot because they aren’t there live to witness percabeth happening

(They’re all avid tik tok users and they’ve started a house/tik tok group called Olympus because Piper did a series where she turned all her friends into different greek gods/goddeses )

Leo makes tik toks about making little inventions/DIYs that are actually useful but his viral video/series was him making his own Iron Man suit, he also does random rants and skits that are half in English half in Spanish because he’s so exasperated at the stupidity of people (Piper turned him into Hephaestus)

Jason doesn’t post as frequently on tik tok but he’s made a handful of his sporting highlights and trick shots he’s done over the years as a prodigy sports kid. Prior to piper’s request he also has done Pov’s with her. His viral tik tok is of him with a staff and doing cool transitions with it as he spins It (imagine him spinning it normally and he’s wearing normal training clothes and then the next spin, he’s in like a suit and the lights go all low and shit and his eyes glow blue) (Piper turns him into Zeus, but she also turns him into Apollo at one point so he can match Thalia)

Thalia owns punk/goth lesbian tik tok. She’s a pioneer in the LGBTQ+ tik tok community. Going on rants shutting down men who have the audacity. She cosplays as well, and her history in archery means people are always asking her to cosplay as Katniss. She’s always changing her hair colour like every month, but right now It’s a dark blue that looks almost black. as annabeth’s best friend she is also a frequent in annabeth’s tik toks, but only to provide sarcastic commentary. You can also find her lurking on Percy’s comment section providing feedback on his skateboarding tricks (you bet that these two have been DMing back and forth) (piper turns her into Artemis) (Thalia’s girlfriend Reyna is also a frequent appearance in her tik toks, and you can see just how easily Thalia melts in front of the camera when Reyna’s there, it’s so sweet it could give you a toothache)

Last not not least miss Piper Mclean, daughter of the ever famous Tristan mclean, but manages to make a name for herself by being so amazingly talented as a stylist, makeup artist, and editor. She’s worked with so many famous youtubers and photographers. She makes her tik tok as a place for her to just shut her brain off but it becomes a super easy comfort escape where she can trial some new makeup looks, and new fashion pieces, and POVs (shoutout to @ myangels.percabeth on insta for commenting this on my instagram) while also showing people how to thrift in LA and do fun photoshoots at home, a queen of self care, and body positivity (she transforms herself into Aphrodite but makes it this huge collaboration with tons of different artists on the app so with each makeup transition it’s a different person because aphrodite can look like anyone…like it starts with piper putting on foundation she turns her head and it’s someone else putting on blush etc. and finishes off with piper again and winking at the camera in full greek goddess glam)

(piper also transforms Annabeth into Athena and Percy comments on it with 👁👄👁)

When Annabeth and Percy re-emerge from the library and make it back to the hotel she’s staying at they finally check their phones and see that they’ve gone viral (again)

They decide not to address the rumours because, it’s not the internets business’ to know (AS IT SHOULD BE)

They spend that week almost completely absent from social media because they want to have something that is just completely theirs. (But there are two posts worth noting, one on annabeth’s infrequently used instagram of someone’s (Percy’s) silhouette and the New York skyline the night before she leaves and a picture of Percy’s pinky wrapped around someones (annabeths) pinky on his stories that is deleted after an hour (but not before the entire internet finds it and it becomes the new standard of what people want in their relationship) (I can already see the tweets #goals finD mE a MaN tHAt hoLDS mY piNKY)

Eventually Annabeth has to go back to cali and percy stays in NY

They exchange their goodbyes between short kisses, promises to FaceTime each other soon and promises of building something permanent

They begin a secret (not so secret) relationship long distance

They continue duetting each other’s videos and mentioning each other offhandedly in their tik toks

Percy starts a YouTube channel and his first video is a proper vlog of his and annabeth’s adventures together

(It’s a sweet 1 month anniversary gift to her but only they know that)

Annabeth starts to post less and less on her tik tok because of school (at least that’s what she tells her followers but really she’s losing touch with her love of the internet because of how intrusive it is and also she’s trying to heal her relationship with her family so that’s taking all her energy. She leaves the Olympus house but keeps in touch with them (obviously, she grew up with them so that’s a no brainer)

Once she’s posting less, people begin to (finally) lose interest in percabeth so that they can live their life. Percy keeps posting his usual videos but he’s starting to get caught up with YouTube, and starts getting some amazing brand deals and he uses it all to help get his family a house that is their own, (“Surprising my amazing mom with her dream house”)

On Annabeth’s birthday the next year percy surprises her at cali and the rumours about them start up as she appears more in his socials and vice versa

One thing leads to another and they accidentally out their relationship when annabeth’s phone is in the background of Percy’s (“surprising my best friend in California”) video and there’s a picture of percy kissing her cheek in a coupley way as her wallpaper

They take it in stride rather than denying (because why would they) and say yeah we’ve been dating lol, we’ve been dating for a while now

And on some internet awards show they win couple of the year

Because that’s what percabeth deserves

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keanureevesisbae · 4 years

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So Henry, you want to start a YouTube channel? - Prologue

Summary: Twenty five year old YouTuber Sandy Choi has no idea that one of her five million subscribers is the one and only Henry Cavill. When he asks her to help him out with starting his own YouTube channel, she falls more and more in love with her. But she should’ve known that dating one of the most desirable bachelors, does come with a prize.

Henry Cavill x Sandy Choi (ofc)

A/N: What does one do when finding a new obsession with a celebrity? In my case, you write a fanfic series about it... and create an entire YouTuber including a channel introduction. Oops. If you want to be on the taglist for this one (I figure the people on my taglist for Keanu Reeves stories don’t want to be included on this one - if i figured wrong, let me know), please tell me and I’ll add you on it.

Wordcount: 1.3k

Masterlist // Channel introduction // Chapter 1

It has been about three months since Henry Cavill stumbled upon Sandy Choi’s YouTube channel and he is thanking the YouTube algorithms every single day for recommending it to him. He was surprised that he never heard about her before, since her channel is pretty big and well known, but maybe he is too old to keep up to date with YouTubers nowadays.

He binge watched her videos, watching clips from her from three years ago when she started her channel. Seeing her grow from a twenty two year old college student, to a successful YouTuber and young adult author, impresses Henry. He felt like he didn’t have his life together at that age at all and she seems so at ease. She has achieved great thing so far and watching her vlogs, helps him take his mind off his own life and the stress that sometimes comes with it.

He has a YouTube account, but only uses it to be subscribed to her channel and liking her videos. He doesn’t want to miss any of her updates on her channel. Henry is plopped on his couch, cuddling with Kal when he gets a notification.

Sandy Choi has uploaded a new video. Without thinking twice he opens the YouTube app on his iPad. He shouldn’t be this obsessed with a twenty five year old YouTuber, but it’s something about her aesthetic, about her calm way of talking and how she takes the viewers with her. It’s like being there with her and God, does he want to spend some time with her, even if she is just editing a new video, her book or is taking them with her during photoshoots.

The video loads and he gives it a thumbs up before the video has even started. Kal places his head on Henry’s lap, sighing deeply, as if the big fur ball knows that his owner will not give him any attention for the next fifteen minutes.

The slow song fills his living room, as he watches her introduction. They’re all snippets of today’s vlog, since he has never seen the footage before. Seeing her smiling in the camera, makes his heart flutter.

He feels like a teenager again, with the way he has this permanent grin plastered on his face, every time she posts things and he watches the entire video.

‘It’s the first of July,’ Sandy says, as she is sitting in front of her mirror, trying to fix her hair. Her make-up is all set and done. It’s very minimal, like usual, but with a brighter pink lipstick. ‘And that means in three days it’s the Fourth of July and I won’t be spending it in LA.’

Henry looks at his phone, to see that this was filmed two days ago. With the lighting speed she edits, he often wonders if she has some sort of magic powers.

‘It’s pretty weird actually,’ Sandy continues, ‘not to spend time with family on the Fourth. I moved here about seven months ago and ever since I stepped a foot in London, my parents have been sending me some serious threats about how I should fly back to LA on the Fourth of July. My birthday, Thanksgiving, they don’t care about that, weirdly enough.’

Henry lives in London, but he has yet to bump into her. He recognizes the places she visits and when he visits them, he never sees her, though he keeps his eyes out, praying for her to be there. God, he wishes he would just bump into her, though he has no idea what to say to her. Hi there, I’m Henry Cavill and I’m obsessed with your videos? He’ll probably scare her away.

He watches the entire vlog intently, as Sandy is taking the viewers with her for a stroll in the park, a nice cafe that he now wants to visit and eventually she goes to the dance studio.

She is a great dancer and he sometimes wonders why she’s not doing anything with it. The way she moves her slender body and knows how to control it, is absolutely mesmerizing. She posted a few dance covers on her channel, but she’s always alone. Never dancing with someone. He wonders if she comes up with these dances herself, whether or not she is free styling.

The video is almost over, yet he doesn’t want it to be over. She could make vlogs that are twenty four hours long, and he would watch it in one sitting. She’s crouched down in front of the camera, still in the dance studio, while she pulls out her hair tie, letting her long dark brown locks fall over her shoulders. ‘So,’ she says with a soft smile, ‘I’m sorry today was a pretty boring day. It’s just that I have been spending so much time editing my newest novel, that I just couldn’t read the last two chapters anymore, so I’ll be doing that tomorrow or later this week. I work ahead of schedule anyway, so I have some leverage. I just wanted to get a nice and quiet day in, so I’m going home now and maybe rewatch something on Netflix. I’m not in the mood for something new, since I have to focus on understanding the story, you know, so I think the Witcher will do for now. Haven’t had my fair share of Henry Cavill today.’

Henry can’t seem to focus on the last part of the vlog, where she wishes everyone a good day and the outro starts. She is going to rewatch the Witcher? Meaning, she has already watched it? She hasn’t had her fair share of him today?

What does that even mean?

And the way she said his name, he is going to die if he would rewatch that part.

Someone calls him and he picks up without looking. ‘Yeah?’ he says when he answers the phone, still living a bit on cloud nine.

‘For the love of God, man, you’re getting more and more impersonal every time I call,’ he hears his friend Jackson say from the other end of the line. ‘Where the fuck are you, man? We were supposed to meet each other like five minutes ago.’

Henry jumps up from his couch. ‘Crap, I forgot.’

‘Figured.’

‘I’ll be there in a second.’ He storms to the hallway, to find his running shoes, but he has to walk upstairs for them.

‘You’re always on time. What happened today?’

‘I was watching something.’

Jackson starts to laugh from the other side of the line. ‘Let me guess: a certain someone uploaded her newest vlog? Does her name start with an S and end with andy Choi?’

‘Very funny.’ Jackson was never supposed to find out about this guilty pleasure of his, but somehow Jackson did find out, like he always does. Sometimes Henry hates his friend, since he can read him way too well and pesters him afterwards.

‘Well, hope it was worth it,’ Jackson says. Henry can hear the smile in his voice and that means that he is going to mention this during their entire run.

Henry rushes outside after he slipped on his running shoes. ‘It was totally worth it,’ he says. Knowing he’ll tell Jackson anyways, he adds: ‘She said my name, you know.’

‘Shut up.’

‘I’m not,’ Henry says with a smile.

‘She honest to God said your name?’

‘Yeah and she is rewatching the Witcher.’ Henry can’t seem to get the permanent grin off his face. He hears her say it over and over in his head, visualizing it with the lovely smile on her face.

‘You need to fucking grow some balls, follow her on Instagram and slide into her DM’s. Everyone does that nowadays.’

‘I’m not going to do that.’

‘No, what you are going to do is bother me with questions like: “Why is she so pretty?” and “When am I going to run into her?”. Like I can answer those. It’s obvious that she is simply rewatching the Witcher because of the way you look. Everyone on earth is into you, why wouldn’t she?’

Henry clears his throat, before he says: ‘See you in three minutes.’

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#henry cavill #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill x oc #so henry you want to start a youtube channel #henry cavill x Sandy choi #getting obsessed with henry cavill

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achtung-attitude · 4 years

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CHAPTER 36: Weezer - Part 1

From his porch on Mulholland Drive, All-Kill sits, looking out across Los Angeles. The view is beautiful at night, but on this particular morning, it looks muggy and uncomfortable. “Yeon-in,” he calls.

At his summons, the wolf appears with a bottle of Korean soju held in its jaws. With surprising dexterity, it places the bottle on a small table next to its master. All-Kill pets his companion between the ears, then unscrews the cap, pouring the rice wine into a small glass and sipping from it.

“Little early for that, isn’t it?” T’onga says, stepping out of the house and standing behind the chair.

“I’m in a celebratory mood… Have you taken care of everything? The stragglers and loose ends?” the boss replies, keeping his eyes on the view.

“Yeah. Of course,” she says numbly.

“Good. Then the time to strike is now. Go to where Dust is and use HOUSE OF PAIN to eliminate him. No matter what you say or what it takes, do that above all else. It makes no difference what kind of ability Dust has. Once you get him into the room, he’s no match for you. I have every confidence. As far as I’m concerned, we’ve already won.” He punctuates his statement with another sip of soju and a smile.

“Right… Where’s Sang-ok?” T’onga asks.

“At his apartment. I’ll call him over when you’re done.”

“…And Sumni?”

At the mention of this name, there is a long pause between the two, as All-Kill places his glass down. “…She’s on standby, as usual. Why? What difference does it make?”

“Oh… it doesn’t. I was just wondering where everybody was. See you later, boss…” she turns a leaves, stepping back inside the house. All-Kill turns his head and keeps his eye on her until she leaves his sight. The wolf at his feet whines softly.

“Anaheim…” he mutters, and nothing more.

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The Anaheim Convention Center and Arena! One of the largest gathering spots in all of Southern California, a stone’s throw away from the famous Disneyland, home to every sort of convention for every sort of event, from company-wide get-togethers, to the biggest sporting event, down to the most niche of fan conventions. And this time of year, it's home to the one and only...

TubeCon, the world’s convention for the no. 1 video-sharing network, VidTube! Here, everyone from video bloggers, pranksters, game streamers and the ever underappreciated animators gather to engage with their fans and celebrate their work.

They mill about like termites, some old, but most young, moving between stall after stall, buying merch, taking selfies. Among them are content creators, many of whom film themselves on their phones. Their voices can be heard clearly over the general din.

“EY ITS UR BOY MERCINATOR MEETING UP WITH SOME FANS!!!”

“EY WHAT UP GUYS IT'S YO BOY RATMATT HERE AT TUBECON!!!”

“WE'RE THE SLY BROTHERS AND WE'RE HERE AT TUBECON TO GET PEOPLE'S REACTIONS TO MEETING US!!!”

At the far end of the auditorium, three men in their thirties play video games on a couch under the scrutiny of over a hundred people.

“Julio,” one demands of his bearded companion, “would you rather eat a man or acquire a nice tan?”

“I don’t… What kind of question is that, Neil?” Julio splutters.

“Julio, answer the question!” demands the third.

“What is this place...?” Kilo mutters, taking in the atmosphere with distaste, having found himself and his friends beckoned here.

“This is probably what Hell looks like,” Moya remarks, with a thousand-yard stare. In the midst of this controlled chaos, she and Kilo stand protectively between Shizuka, who stares doe-eyed into the crowd, searching for something. For someone. Frowning, she reaches into her inside pocket and pulls out the message for the hundredth time.

I WILL MEET YOU AT ANAHEIM and a drawing of an impossible triangle, written in permanent marker, and three tickets to this very convention. Nothing else was in the envelope delivered to Jerome’s mansion. Shizuka turns the message around, but all she sees on the back is the marker ink bleeding through the paper.

“Whoever it was that sent that letter…” Kilo grumbles, peering over her shoulder at it, “ least they could’ve done is be a little more specific. So what now, cop?” he turns to Moya, “We just supposed to stand around here, waitin’ for somebody to walk up on us?”

“This is our best move,” Moya replies, squinting suspiciously into the crowd, “For now, we have to assume the worst and that this is a Congregation trap. They’ve been one step ahead of us this whole time, and even now they still have the advantage. But waiting around in C-King’s house won’t get us any closer to stopping them, so we may as well take the chance and handle what comes of it. And besides… if T’onga really did send that message, then I don’t know when we’ll get another chance to get this close to her. No matter what happens, we can’t get separated. As long as we stick together, I’m confident we can take anything that comes our way!”

“Hrrmh… I hope you’re right…” Kilo says. Shizuka says nothing during this exchange, but looks up from the letter, glaring resolutely.

“HEY, YOU GUYS!!” shouts a loud, raucous cry, directed at the three of them. Immediately, SATURN BARZ and WITCH MOUNTAIN come out, only to recede soon after. A man in his late 20s wearing mirror-shades suddenly stands right in front of Shizuka.

With painfully artificial exuberance, the man in sunglasses shouts, “You’re next in line, huh, bros?! Great!! Don’t be shy, I always have time for fans! Here, lemme get that for you!” He says, taking the paper from Shizuka’s hand.

“Ah…! Hey, wait…!!” she starts, but the guy soons hands it back to her, but not before scrawling chicken scratch on the back in red ink.

“Who the fuck is this…?” Kilo mutters. He then glances behind him and notices for the first time a line has formed behind them, composed of teenage girls and boys, the eldest surely no older than 14. Without moving from their spot, the trio appear to have become part of an autograph line.

“Now you got your autograph, how about a selfie?!” the shaded vlogger announces to Shizuka, already pulling out a smartphone and attaching it to a telescopic pole. “It’ll be legit, for real! You’re bound to get a ton of likes on your feed once people see me on it!”

“Ah… N-no, thanks,” Shizuka responds, taken aback, “I’m kind… of waiting for-”

“Come on, honey, no need to be shy!” he announces again, sidling up beside her with his selfie stick raised over them, “You’re talking a major boost in online cred if you get seen with me! I’m kind of a big deal on YouTube, in case you didn’t know!” Bearing over her, he reaches a hand across her shoulders, “And hey, if we hang out a little more, maybe I can give you a few tips on how to get your own channel started! I could send a few early subscribers your way, if you do me a couple favors. What do you sGGLKH!!”

He chokes, his tongue lolling out as Moya lifts him, one-handed, by the back of his t-shirt collar. Kilo, meanwhile, grabs the selfie stick out of his hand, breaks it in half over his knee, then pitches the phone to the other side of the auditorium. The teenagers in the line behind them gasp. Moya drops him, and they and Shizuka moves away from him, stepping around him like garbage.

“H-Hey! Wait up!!” The vlogger shouts, rubbing his neck and beginning to pursue them, “Hey! You guys! Who do you fuckin’ think you are?! Hey, I said--!!” Kilo and Moya turn at once, fixing him with furious expressions. “Yeah, what?”, they say at the same time.

The vlogger appears to forget how to speak for a moment. Then he scurries off to retrieve his phone, shouting back, “My followers are gonna hear about this, you hear me?!”

Shizuka hardly notices his departure, merely brushing lint off her shoulder. Kilo and Moya exchange a concerned glance.

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The vlogger weaves his way through the crowd, eventually finding his phone lying on the ground with a cracked screen. Upon sight, he rushes to retrieve it, but crashes into a tall man in a hoodie from behind. “Hey! Watch where you’re going, jackass!” he berates before stooping to pick up his phone. The guy in the hoodie slouches, removing his earbuds from his ears and scratching his oversized afro.

Before the vlogger stands back up, he starts wheezing. He manages to release a few choked coughs, which go unnoticed by anyone, before his neck and face begin to swell up like a balloon and his face turns a shade of pale blue.

“Anaphylactic shock, huh? Nasty...” says Toto, and nothing more. By the time he finishes his remark, the vlogger is already dead and he has lost all interest in him. He peers over the crowd. His eyes fall upon the trio, then he slides himself into the back corridors.

Without a care in the world, he strides through the service hallways, eventually coming to the security control center. He opens the door with a stolen clearance card and enters the room, shutting the door behind him. Two dead security guards are propped up against the wall, their faces blotchy and swollen. Toto sits down at the surveillance desk and finds the trio on one of the monitors.

“They’re clinging to each other like…” he mutters to himself, keeping them in sight at all times. “Like… Like, uh… Liiiike… Oh! Like tar and feathers! … No, no, not like that, not like tar and feathers, more like…” he stops abruptly and furrows his brow deeply, searching for the correct analogy. “Flies on hot shit? No, no… Oh, yeah! Like atomic particles! Two little electrons orbiting around a neutron/proton center! That’s perfect!” He smiles, delighted. Then his smile drops.

“Wait, hold on, if the three of them are an atom, then wouldn’t splitting them up be totally bad?” he mutters, beads of sweat suddenly appearing on his forehead, “When you split an atom up, you get nuclear fusion, in other words a big fuckass huge explosion…! Applyin’ that here… Dust wanted me to separate the Joestar princess from her friends, but what if that’s a bad idea…?! What if the best bet is to take ‘em all here and now, together…?! No no no, fighting ‘em all at once is no good either, their abilities are too strong…!

“Aaagh, did I do enough, did I miss anything?! I been here for an hour and I made sure to touch as many people as I could, but what if it ain’t enough?! What if all the people I came into contact left already?! Uuuurghh…!!” he frets manically over this, pinching his temples as his thoughts race. Then at last he freezes, and his relaxed posture returns.

“Don’t be stupid,” he admonishes himself, “It’s just an expression, they ain’t really atoms. They just people. Caught in the flow of fate, just like everybody. Does no good to worry over how things’ll turn out. Split ‘em up, cram ‘em together… It’s all the same at the End of Time…” Fully calmed down, he reaches for the microphone and leans into it.

Affecting an officious, professional tone, he speaks into the PA, “Attention, all convention-goers, attention all convention-goers. The Paulie Paul panel event will be commencing in ten minutes. Please proceed to the cordoned area in Hall D in an orderly fashion. Thank you.” Finished, he watches with satisfaction at the silent stampede that begins, which slams into the trio, tearing them apart.

He reaches into his front pocket and pulls out a pre-rolled spliff. He regards it for a moment, taking in the herbal scent, before shaking his head. “No, no… No time. Gotta work…” he says, getting up and leaving the security office, heading for the exhibit halls.

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #achtung attitude #shizuka joestar #kilo staples #moya pezzente #toto #ch36

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nothingunrealistic · 4 years

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60 and Jared & Alana

60. “You look like you could use a hug.”

Typing on a laptop while standing is a tricky task, if you’re not cheating and using a standing desk like an overpaid cubicle jockey with a word-of-the-day calendar permanently set to “ergonomic.” Either one hand supports the laptop (and not well) while the other hand types pathetically slowly, or one leg is bent and serving as your work surface (again, not well) while you type two-handed and try to balance on your other leg, just knowing that if a flamingo could see you right now, it would be laughing.

It’s difficult, is the point. And Jared’s pretty good at it (tricks of the trade: lean on a wall, stand on a carpeted floor, wear rubber-soled shoes for half-decent traction with both wall and floor), but he’s still only combed through the code on a small fraction of the Connor Project’s website between his arrival at school twenty minutes before homeroom (he’d left the house early, but still late enough that it wasn’t worth turning back when Evan texted him to say Zoe was giving him a ride, actually) and the arrival of Alana directly in front of him thirteen minutes later.

“Hey,” Alana says, with a perkiness that would be scary on anyone else at 7:33 A.M. She makes it work, though, it’s admirable. “You have a YouTube channel, right?”

Uh. “I do.”

“Evan mentioned it to me, and I watched a few of your videos.” Oh, God, did she watch the one Evan was in? Is she gearing up to ask some extremely personal questions? “I thought it would be a great platform for expanding our fundraising campaign. You know, reaching a new audience.”

Jared shuts his laptop and wedges it into his backpack while mentally rewinding the past ten seconds. “You want to do a video for the Connor Project on my channel?”

“Yes, if you’re interested. It’d be a great way for you to stay involved.”

So she’s noticed him pulling away — not surprising. “Full disclosure, I don’t have that many subscribers. The cliché of the unrecognized genius. You might get better results if you stand in the senior parking lot and yell.”

“Every little bit helps,” Alana says, and it would be so easy to turn her down, but…

“Tell me when you want the video done and what you want to say,” Jared says, “and I’ll tell you if it’s doable. Also, what tech you’re bringing to inspect. Gotta stay true to the spirit of the channel.”

“Well, I already have a script prepared for the fundraising part of the video.” Alana pulls out a stack of index cards, covered in neat pen writing, from her pocket and presses it into his palm. “And I have some Betamax tapes that we could look at. My parents have been cleaning out my grandma’s house for the past few weeks, because she died this summer. We’d like to sell her house, but there’s a lot of old stuff in it that would make it unattractive to prospective buyers.” Did she get that from a real estate brochure? “She had some old movies on Betamax. I figured since most people don’t have Betamax players, I could just take them and no one would mind if we broke them.” A beat. “We used to have dinner with her on her birthday every year. She’d always say she was going to live to be a hundred, but she was only seventy-nine.”

Her smile’s different now, like instead of proclaiming how thrilled she is to be alive, it’s the only thing keeping her whole face from crumpling. Jared glances down at the pile of index cards, flips through and tries to make a show of reading them, but all he picks up is the scribbled phrase tragically passed away earlier this year.

“When did you want the video to go up?” he says, looking at the smudged ink instead of Alana. “I’ll need time to edit.”

“I was thinking Tuesday.”

It’s Friday. If he agrees to this, it’ll eat up his weekend, which is already precious real estate thanks to dealing with the Connor Project’s technical side and his actual homework.

If he says no, he’ll feel like an asshole for letting down Alana, who’s working twice as hard on this as he is and probably deserves to have someone support her for once.

“I can do that if you have time to film it tomorrow. I’ve got the whole setup at my house.”

“Absolutely,” Alana says. “Thank you so much, I know the Kickstarter could really use this kind of promotion.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Jared says, instead of Yeah, and you look like you could use a hug. He should really head to homeroom now, but something drives him to hold out Alana’s index cards to her and add, “I’m sorry about your grandma. That’s gotta be hard.”

Alana’s smile wobbles, and Jared must inadvertently be radiating FREE HUGS energy instead of keeping that thought firmly in his head, because she steps closer and throws her arms around him, planting her head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around her in return. It’s been a while since he hugged anyone. It’s kind of nice.

Then Alana lets go, smoothing down her sweater. “Thank you,” she says, quieter, and at her normal volume, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Just let me know your address and when you want to meet. Bye!”

“I’ll do that,” Jared calls down the hall as she power-walks away. “Hey, hold on —” He still has her index cards, but she’s gone.

Whatever. He might as well keep them if he’s got a video to plan and a day to do it.

#inbox #cockbiteproductions #dear evan hansen #jared kleinman #alana beck #sometimes i write #this is nearly a thousand words long l m a o... @myself Chill Maybe #also i forgot that copying from google docs to tumblr completely obliterates italicization. great functionality thanks everyone #kleinbeck

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onlineluna · 5 years

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missing u

a/n: came outta nowhere this one did. inspired by the insta live and this post by @undertheniall !! pls let me know what you think!!

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You thumbed your t-shirt, watching as the clouds slowly bobbed across the man-made horizon of buildings dotting Toronto’s skyline. It was around a quarter to two in the morning and you still hadn’t drifted off, the loneliness of Shawn’s bed encasing you in its cotton warmth.

He wouldn’t be home for another two weeks, yet he had let you stay at his, said it was to ‘water his plants’ and ‘you know…it’s probably easier to get places, the location and all…’ but you both knew it was so you’d be somehow closer to each other, as he didn’t have any plants and you didn’t have any place to be.

Your summer was turning out to be a boring one, your friends all at their summer partnerships, half-way across the world and you’re here - staying at your boyfriend-but-not-your-boyfriend’s house, thinking about ordering some food, maybe starting a Youtube channel - for some reason - and fantasising about him coming home early, bursting the doors open with an excitable ‘Honey, I'm home!’

Yet, seconds past and the door stays shut, the jackets he’d left behind acting as a black blob in the darkness. You absentmindedly check the time for the fourth time before checking Twitter, Instagram - anything to fill the empty hole inside of you. Why didn’t you go home for the summer? Probably would have been easier, at least you wouldn’t be alone.

Yet, your phone begins to vibrate in your hand, a picture of Shawn popping up on the screen, the words ‘Shawn is facetiming you…’ flashing above. Eyes springing open, you sit up quickly, dusting crisp crumbs off of your vest top and turning the bedside lamp on, hoping to God you looked the least bit presentable - bed head and all. You answer at the last ring, his puffy and doe-eyed face finding yours.

“There you are! Thought you weren’t going to pick up, did I wake you?” and my God, it’s like a beacon of light. His curls are relentless from his busy fingers now combing through the strands, cheeks permanently blushed red and dopey brown eyes wide but tired. Dressed in a vest top with his chain sitting atop his chest your mind sways a little, before “-babe?”

“Yes, yes hello, sorry, um, no, you didn’t wake me”

He chuckles, eyes looking directly at you - not the corner where his own screen would be - and you flick and take a look at yourself, realising that you’ve got pillow marks on your cheek. “Good” he speaks and you look at him, see how pretty he looks, defined jaw, neck and all, and wonder, simply: what the fuck?.

“How do you somehow look better than when I last saw you, it’s highkey a joke” and he fades into a deeper red, teeth sliding across his bottom lip unconsciously. “See, look, stop biting your lip” “I’m not!” he argues, his voice rising into a laugh. “I just saw you do it!” you joke back, trying to ignore the desperate ache in your heart at the sight of him laughing. “Well baby you must be seeing things”

“Hmm,” you nod, looking into the distance - ignoring the way he’s looking at you like you’re a supernova light beam or a lighthouse. “Maybe it’s all this incense crap you got going on around here, giving me hallucinations...tell me, Shawn, did you always have a pet cat because I think I'm beginning to see one”

And he cackles at you like you’re John Mulaney or something, hot off of a brand new sketch. “Seriously though, why does it smell like Lush in your bathroom?” “It’s like-” he swallows whatever food he’s nibbling on “-this calming scent thing my therapist gave me, says it like, tricks your senses or something”

“Hm” you nod before raising a brow “and you put it in your bathroom because?” He laughs, knowing what you mean before you say it “I don’t know!” he argues “You know what, I didn’t call you to be bullied” his voice goes as he gets comfortable, pulling himself down onto the bed, letting you see the sight you’ve become accustomed to over the last couple of months.

“Oh yeah?” you tease. “Yeah” he replies, suddenly changing tone to something softer, sweeter like he’s coaxing you to wake up. It’s warm like his hugs, warm like his smile and he sees your face change - vulnerable. “So why did you?” you ask, almost a whisper. He licks his pretty pink lips, brightening them to an inviting red. “Because I missed you”

There’s a beat. You absorb his words. “You missed me?” you ask, voice breaking into a higher pitch and you can’t help but smile. “Shawn, your emotions are showing”

“I know, I know” he nods, laughing at himself. He moves again and he starts rubbing his chest, letting you see the way his muscles flex in his arm. “But it’s true” he goes, moving again, nerves apparent in his constant fiddling with his hair. “Yeah?” you lick your lips, eyeing him through the screen. He nods and, breaking your voice into a sultry whisper, you ask “What do you miss about me?”

“Oof” he speaks, biting his lip again. “Getting into dangerous territory” he then teases, raising a brow and smiling a wide, flirtatious grin. “Mmm,” you nod. “S’why I asked” and you copy his tone. “God you’re so pretty” Shawn speaks. “No no no no no, don’t change the subject Mr, answer the question” you reply and he groans, hiding his head in the pillow, turning, letting you see the top of his back and neck - each part of him missed equally on your part.

“I’ll hang up” He groans again. “Ok, byeeee Shawn” and he turns to face you again suddenly “No wait, fine” he leans on his upper arm. “God Y/N you don’t make it easy on a man do you?” “Hmm, no, just you”

He just smiles. His eyes are all buttery and puffy. There’s a soft silence, like the sunrise of a night of thunderstorms, just the two of you, watching each other from across the world and you send him that smile he loves - the one that crinkles at your eyes - and he captures the memory in his young heart. “Your smile” is all he says, causing your skin to heat, embarrassment flooding your veins. “You can see it now, no?”

“Mmm, it’s different in the flesh. I’ve noticed that you give me this special smile when you do it your whole face lights up” “Oh, just for you huh? God, you’re such a Leo” “You know I don’t get that Star sign shit” “Yeah yeah, carry on, you were talking about my-” you air quote “-’special smile’”

Shawn just laughs into his arm. “Yeah, the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen” and he trails off. You watch him think “Miss your hugs, they’re always so warm and intimate like I'm awake at sunrise and it...the sun it just, like you know when it touches your face” you nod, words failing you. “Yeah, or like, when you put your arms across my back and play with my hair - that’s my favourite” “Really?” you whisper, “I thought you were ticklish” “Yeah, I don’t mind it though with you” he trails off again and you decide to change the subject quickly, asking “So how’s tour-”

“Do you miss me?” he wonders aloud, cutting you off mid-sentence - probably too busy in his thoughts to notice you’d said anything at all. He turns to you, still playing with his hair. You watch him for a second, watch the way his cheeks sink in under his cheekbones, watch the way he delicately plays with his curls and you’re truthful for just a second.

“Everyday” and his smile lifts up to his eyes. He sees you for a second, misses you completely and utterly and wishes you were here next to him, showing him just how much you missed him. Yet, it’s too early for that type of talk, so instead he goes with: “Oh yeah, so what do you miss about me?”

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