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in all the excitement i forgot to share this… he’s so cute 😭😭😭
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Michael Berzatto: NFSW Alphabet
(I apologize for the gif I chose but also... I don't. It's perfect)
⚠️ Warnings: SMUT (light mention of chocking and spanking)
Notes: I tried to make the scenarios as gender neutral as possible. Hope you enjoy!
Also, two PSAs: 1) this is the first ever smut thing I publish; 2) English is my 2nd language, so please be gentle! But also feel free to let me know what you think 💕
A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)
He's not super affectionate, but he will check on you (mostly for the macho validation). Probably with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle and a cheeky "so... that was fun huh". If he's invested in the relationship, he will uncounsciously begin cleaning you up, after particularly rough sexy times, and bringing you a glass of water.
B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)
Of their own - I think he is very proud of his hair, arms and hands
Of their lovers - I'm like 1000% sure this guy is an ass and legs man. Also: tummies!
C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)
He's got a thing for facials, if his partner is up for it
D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)
When he types "You" on the search engine, the automatic result is YouPorn. Interpret that as you will (this man watches a lot of porn)
E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)
He's got plenty of experience with casual sex and likes to make sure his lovers are satisfied. However, I headcanon him as only discovering what the clitoris was at like... 22 🫣
F= Favorite position
This boy loves reverse cowgirl (great view of your ass + he can grip your waist and thighs). Honorary mention for doggy.
G= Goofy (how serious are they)
Goofy is his middle name. He cracks jokes throughout and somehow manages to not make it weird - it's all part of his charm
H= Hair (grooming habits)
Bare minimum. He trims occasionally
I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)
Definitely dirty - not necessarily rough, unless his lover asks for it
J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)
Several times a week - he picks a video and just goes for it. If he is in a relationship, he also loves getting off on his partner's nudes (obtained with consent!)
K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)
Roleplaying (specifically librarian kink).
Body worship (he loves taking his time kissing and licking all over his partner's body).
Voyerism (slight), he gets off on doing it in places where they might get caught.
Also, a very underexplored praise kink, both giving and receiving (i'm not saying he would come in his pants when his lover moans "God, Mikey, you are so good, so good to me... such a good boy"... but he definitely would)
L= Location (where they like to get it on)
He loves doing it in couches, for some reason. Also, he fantasizes about fucking in the office at the restaurant, or really any public / semi public place.
M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)
He likes his lovers feisty and with a sense of humour - if they give him a bit of hell for his stories, he actually finds it kind of hot. As for clothes, tight pants and mini-skirts/dresses do the trick - I picture him as having a thing for y2k style on women, for some reason
N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)
Daddy/mommy kink - if his lover calls him daddy he is running for the hills
Hitting / spitting - he is open to very light chocking or ass-spanking, but not to the more extreme humilliation and domineering stuff
O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)
Both, he loves it. If his lover kneels on the floor and starts unbuckling his belt, he immediatly gets hard. And he definitely knows how to give it to his partner - goes real slow, explores all the little spots with his mouth and fingers, experiments with different speeds and pressure... he could spend hours between their legs
P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)
When he can, Mikey takes a long time with preliminaries - like, a lot. He loves teasing his partner, but also just loves worshipping their body and being worshiped back. Because of this, the penetration aspect of it usually doesn't last for long, but both end up satisfied.
Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)
He is absolutely down for a quickie, but if the relationship is serious he prefers to take his time.
R= Risk (do they like to try new things)
Oh yeah. He's got a slight voyeristic kink and the ideia of doing it in semi public places turns him on. Also very open to trying new positions, sex toys and kinks if his partner suggests it
S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)
Around 2 - the 1st one is usually long, so after the 2nd one he is usually done (and so is his partner)
T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)
Not so much for himself, but he would definitely be down to use a vibrator on his partner, or any other sort of stimulant toy
U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)
He absolutely loves teasing his lovers. Not so much in a "i'm gonna deny you orgasm" kind of way, but more in a "i'm gonna make you come 10 times before i actually put my cock inside you" kind of way. By the time penetration happens his lover is out of their mind. He is himself less patient when his partners try to tease him in a sexual context, but discovers he has a thing for being soft!dommed and praised
V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)
This man does not shut up in life or in the bedroom. Really into dirty talking, teasing, praising. He isn't super loud, especially when he's close, his voice gains a husky tone before he finishes with a string of grunts and curses
W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)
I've seen this mentioned elsewhere here, but I am sure him and Richie have shared at least one girl in their youth 👀 also, if he is in a relationship, he secretly loves it when his partner calls him Big Bear when they are alone
X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)
Average length, with a considerable girth
Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)
High for his age, but definitely lower when he's going through a rough time
Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)
Sex for him works like a release. By the time he finishes, he's exhausted physically and emotionally but he also feels light as a feather - those are some of the only times he sleeps like a baby
#the bear#the bear fx#michael berzatto#mikey berzatto#mikey berzatto x reader#michael berzatto x reader#smut
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Kinktober 2023 | Day Seventeen — Jonathan Breech + recording
Pairing -> jonathan breech x girlfriend!reader
Warnings -> filming a porn video, exhibitionism kinda even though the video is private, cute, mention of pegging, possessiveness, , sex toys,
KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST
Disclaimer: On The Edge characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.
You and Jonathan giggled as you ran down the hallway, hand in hand like a pair of schoolkids up to no good — which, you supposed you were, up to no good, but not at all the type you usually got into.
It was your idea, actually. You weren’t really into porn, mostly because it wasn’t very enjoyable for you, with most of the content targeted towards men, but after shuffling through your old items, you came across a tape of a man and a woman together, one your friends had given you back in high school.
You played it, all hot and bothered, and, with you and Jonathan’s relationship being very open, told him all about it. He thought it was hot, too, and suggested you watch it together, which promptly ended when he got all handsy and you all horny.
It was then when you whispered in his ear, “Let’s make a video together.”
Jonathan’s blue eyes lit up and a smile spread across his face.
The very next day you bought some supplies. You both received some weird looks from the guy at the counter of the sex shop, but you ignored them, and prompty bought a couple of things you bought thought would be enjoyable.
One, a dildo and harness. It took a bit of coaxing, but you once eased Jonathan into the idea of pegging, he agreed (he was definitely more excited about it than you were, even though he didn’t say so). You also got some vibrators, a couple pecies of lingerie, and, of course, a recorder. Without it, everything was pointless.
“Slow down!” a nearby professor yelled, but you and Jonathan paid him no mind and simply ran past him. You both made it into Jonathan’s dorm room, where he said his roommate was visiting his family for the break.
“Excited?” he asked, as he set up the recorder by his bed. “You know, I won’t hold it against ya if you back out.”
You snorted. “As if. But the same goes for you, too. Anytime you want to stop, we stop, okay?”
He hummed a ‘yes’.
You had already gone over a couple of ground rules before this, including wanting to stop, but it did no harm to mention it again. Amongst the safewords and no go’s (meaning the things you absolutely didn't want to try), you also talked about exactly what you would do with the video once you were finished.
You weren’t too opposed to publishing it on the internet. You heard recently that the market for this stuff was going up and it was much easier to start creating content now that everything was online, but the idea that someone you knew could stumble upon it was terrifying, especially now that you were still in college. You would rather wait until graduation before doing something so risky.
Jonathan agreed, but you were almost certain it was for different reasons. He had always been a little possessive over you. If he wanted other people to see you two having sex, it was out of the reasoning that he wanted to show you off, show others what he had and they couldn’t.
Jonathan hesitated before pressing the start button. “Ready?”
You nodded your head, a grin on your face. “Yeah. I’m ready.”
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RANKING&REVIEW! HIJINXX - MASCARA
WRITTEN AND PUBLISHED BY DUMBTRIXX ON STARSHOOT ON JUNE 16TH 2021
what the fuck is UP follow trixxes. hijinxx FINALLY debuted and honestly? the day has finally come, and….
….im a bit whelmed. not under, not over, just whelmed. it was a good song, definitely mostly geared towards english speaking fans, and i can’t say i hate the move. house of cards sucked giant balls. i honestly think the english debut song was smart. so knetz can suck my balls. how it taste, bitches.
mascara is a bad bitch song. point blank period. it’s funky, it’s got a good beat, it’s nothing we haven’t seen before: it’s girl crush. and with the way the survival show went, im not surprised they came in hot with the badass attitude and the idgaf look. good for them! hold your head up high ladies, kq did you so wrong. don’t let that whack ass company ruin your mascara.
CAN WE TALK ABOUT YUINA’S RAP. the music video highlighted her SO. WELL. i won’t be surprised if i open up twitter and see locals ask who tf is that. hooooly shit. go. girl. in the wise words of reverend ariana grande, yuh. i’m so glad she made top four, she’s a STUNNER. also i was genuinely surprised she’s not marketed as a dancer??? i genuinely thought she was main rapper AND dancer. like….
sorry to ahyeonnie, but as marketed Main Dancer….. you need to step up. and im saying that as a house of cards era ahyeon bias. i’ve been rooted for her since day one. this is not a call out or ill placed criticism. this is genuine sadness at another member being praised for what you’re supposed to be doing. and before other trixxes come for me, im hi-4 for life. so don’t even go there. i genuinely want to see all four of them exceed expectations both together and individually!
i don’t have much to say besides micha also served cunt stage and eunji looked cute as hell with her lil outfit combo in the music video. okay. here’s my ranking for the song, at long last.
VOCALS -> 8
RAP -> 8.5
DANCE -> 7
PRODUCTION -> 8
LONGEVITY -> 8.5
MUSIC VIDEO -> 8
STAGE PERFORMANCE -> 9
BIAS -> 9
TOTAL -> 8.25
feel free to decimate me in the comments! <3
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Okay, slight change of plans: I made a promise I was going to publish For The Sake Of Nature today, but it’s close to midnight where I live and I’ve been writing on and off for roughly 8 hours and me very sleepy. 🥱
Sorry everyone. No Martian fic on Martian Monday, I’m afraid. Self-care comes first. I’ll have to either publish it on Martian Mtuesday or Martian Mwednesday depending on my schedule. It can be very unpredictable at times. 🙁
Here’s a sneaky peeky of what to expect to make up for it:
“Come on! It’ll get dark soon.”
The sound of Sebastian’s sing-songy voice ripped Mark out of his thoughts again. He rolled his eyes as he heaved himself up, using the base of his bike for support, and stretched his stiff, sore limbs, grimacing a little as he felt every joint pop and crack from the pressure. He propped his bike against a nearby tree, unclipped his helmet and hooked it over the handle, and reached inside his backpack for the tent.
“I hope you’ve brought the mallet and tent pegs, or else you’ll be sleeping in the cold.” he quipped.
“Got ‘em right here.” replied Sebastian, wiggling the bag containing them at the Australian’s face. “So thankfully, I won’t have to.”
Mark folded his arms and cocked an eyebrow at him. “I thought you didn’t mind the cold? What with you living in Switzerland and all.”
Sebastian shrugged. “I don’t mind the cold. If it’s not too overbearing, of course. If the air is something like this–” He reached a hand out into the air for emphasis. “–then it’s fine. It’s comfortable for me. But if I’m at the Race Of Champions for example and it’s 10 times below freezing, then…yeah. It isn’t pleasant.”
“Says the person who once stripped himself naked and got into an icy lake at the same event.” snorted Mark, his hand already sneaking its way to cover up his grinning mouth.
Sebastian’s eyes widened at that. “You know about that!? How did you–? You don’t even go to that event!”
This made Mark burst into fits of laughter. “Word spreads, mate! It’s all over social media! That’s how I find out about these things. I’ve seen the videos.” he added with a wink.
Now it was Sebastian’s cheeks that felt warm. “Th–That was a dare! Okay? Someone dared me to do it and, uh…well…heh! You know me. I never say no to a challenge. It was so cold in that lake! You wouldn’t believe it!”
“I can imagine!” snickered Mark as he wipes his tears away with his knuckles and the backs of his hands. When he manages to catch his breath again, he lets out a big sigh. “You proved one thing to me, though.”
“What’s that?”
“That you’ve got bigger balls than me. Besides, I wouldn’t even dream of going into that lake. That takes nerves of steel to do something as ridiculous as that. You’re something else, mate. You really are.”
When his attention turns back to Sebastian after his tears dry up, he finds him seemingly looking at something on the ground. Mark frowned and tried following his eye line, but all he could see were dry brown leaves, and bits of twigs and soil beneath their feet. Was there an insect or a caterpillar or something on the ground?
“What is it?” he asked.
Sebastian grazed his teeth thoughtfully against his lips. “I’m just figuring out how big your balls are compared to mine.”
Mark’s jaw dropped in such a way it was comical. Then he feigned a scowl just as quickly.
“Ooooh, you cheeky little bugger!” he growled as he lunged at Sebastian, grabbing hold of his tiny waist and shoving him into a big bear hug.
And with that, I shall go to bed. Nighty night! 😴
#fic update#✏️ For The Sake Of Nature#my fanfic#My ramblings: Fanfiction#martian#sebastian vettel#vettel#mark webber#webber#formula 1#f1#f1 fanfiction#f1 fanfic#formula 1 fanfiction#formula 1 fanfic#ao3#archive of our own#2023#2024
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PART 20
“So exciting, really, congratulations!”
“Thank you so much,” you smoothed out your skirt, adjusted on the sofa across from James Corden. “I really did not think I was going to win. I was telling everyone all night, there was no way! I didn’t believe it.”
“You didn’t believe it?” He asked, the audience chuckled.
“No! I mean--I’m very proud of my album and the music I put out but there were so many amazing nominees, I just--I don’t know, I thought my night was over.”
“You must have gone out though, afterwards, right?”
“Yes,” you nodded. “Yeah--we went to a party that my publishing company hosted, actually.”
“You and your date, Jason Sudeikis,” James smiled.
You laughed when the audience clapped at his name. “That’s the one, yeah.”
“Talk about a surprising couple--I don’t think any of us saw that coming and now it’s something that makes so much sense, people adore the two of you.”
The audience cheered, you laughed and admitted: “I don’t think we saw it coming either, I did not expect it at all. Wouldn’t change it though, he’s amazing.”
“You were in London with him this spring, right? You’ve been out there?”
“I have, yeah, we’ve been living out there while he films the third season of Ted Lasso--”
Another eruption of excitement from the crowd.
“What an amazing show,” James said seriously. “Do they all know they’ve struck gold?”
“They do,” you nodded, “I think, in a super humble way. And mostly because I tell them all the time--it’s so good.”
James nodded, a mischievous smile on his face. “You actually brought Jason here with you, today, right? He’s backstage?”
“He is,” you confessed, a hint of suspicion on your features when he laughed. “He’s back there somewhere.”
“Well we had a fun idea--can we bring Jason out? We talked to him earlier!”
The crowd stood and applauded, you laughed when James stood and Jason walked out from behind the same curtain you’d hid behind only ten minutes earlier. He waved at the crowd, his outfit more casual than yours when he came to sit beside you on the couch.
He slung an arm around your shoulder after he hugged James, pressed a kiss to the side of your head when you looked up at him.
“I’m nervous,” you said, a glance between him and James.
“Nervous?” James asked, the audience laughed. “Why would you be nervous?”
“Something about the two of you conspiring behind my back--”
“Conspiring?” Jason asked, cutting you off. “That feels like an aggressive word to use!”
“No, we--we actually did conspire,” James admitted, a boisterous laugh when the audience joined in.
“Yeah,” Jason nodded. “We did, one-hundred percent.”
“We decided it would be fun to bring Jason out and play a game--are you up for that?”
As if there was a way to get out of it now. “I will give anything a shot, I guess” you shrugged, legs still crossed on the sofa.
“Okay,” James stood, “so come over here, we’ve got two seats for you. We had the help of both of your wonderful assistants to help with this, alright? This is a game we’re calling Who Knows Who?”
“Oh boy,” Jason followed over, took his seat on a stool as you climbed up and did the same. “Really creative name,” he teased James.
“Yeah--we’re running out of creativity here,” he rolled his eyes.
You took the seat beside Jason and let out a breath--how bad could it be?
“We figured: who knows you both better than your assistants?” James explained, a smile in your direction before he turned back to the camera. “So we asked them to give answers to questions about the two of you, and you’re each competing against the other’s assistant.”
“Oh god,” you laughed. “You’re not gonna beat Mia!”
“No,” Jason shook his head seriously. “I probably won’t.”
“We have these for you--here you go,” James handed you both paddles, green, true on one side, red, false on the other. “We do have videos, so Y/N, you’re up first. Are you ready?”
“No,” you mimicked Jason from a second ago, a laugh up at James. “But I will do my best.”
“Good, alright--first up: Jason was born in 1975.”
“Yes--true!” you flipped the paddle around to have the green side showing, the audience applauded when Jason nodded.
On the screen behind you a video of Cara appeared--webcam quality as she read the same question from the screen. “Uh, yes--yeah, I think so--sounds right to me,” she pushed her glasses up on her nose and a bell dinged in the studio, correct!
“That feels like an easy start,” he commented.
“They increase in difficulty as we go,” James laughed. “Don’t worry. Next one: Jason has been in over 30 movies.”
“Oh huh,” you thought out loud for a second. You stole a look over at Jason.
“Don’t look at me like I’m gonna tell you,” he laughed, the audience followed suit.
“I’m not! That feels like a lot though,” you looked back to James.
He nodded, watching you with intrigue, “It does feel like a lot…”
“I’m saying false.”
“Alright, let’s see what Cara said,” James motioned back to the screen.
“I think that’s true,” she talked to herself with a nod. “I know he’s done over ten since I started working with him, so--I’m gonna go with true for that one.”
You let out a groan, Jason laughed when James laughed at the buzzer noise, wrong!
“Okay, alright, Cara, two, Y/N, one--let’s see: Jason’s go-to starbucks order is a caramel latte.”
You held up the paddle, “that’s true, I’m pretty sure. I know he likes them.”
The video played again, Cara nodded with confidence. “As the person who gets that for him a lot, yes, 100% true.” She cheered for herself in the pre-tape when the answer was revealed on her laptop.
“Alright,” James smiled. “Last one for you, Jason never leaves the house without his a deck of cards.”
“True,” you nodded quickly, “I’ve been a victim of far too many mediocre magic tricks.”
“They’re not mediocre,” Jason defended. “They’re just bad, terrible, really.”
The audience laughed at the banter between the two of you, James smiled when he flipped to a new card of questions. “Jason--she got three of four right, that’s pretty good.”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Seventy-five percent, that’s not bad.”
“Do you think you can beat it?”
“Uh,” he laughed. “I don’t know--we’ll have to see.” He turned to you and reached his hand for yours. “Don’t break up with me if I suck.”
“No promises,” you smiled, just to make the audience laugh.
“Alright, alright--first one: Y/N grew up in New Jersey.”
“Uh, yep,” he flipped his paddle to the green side. “True. I’ve seen it.”
“You’ve seen New Jersey?” James teased.
“I have,” Jason nodded, “and her parents' house.”
“Alright,” James turned to the screen. This time, Mia read the question off of her laptop, you recognized her living room and smiled at the sight of your assistant/friend.
“She did,” Mia nodded in the pre-tape. “Northern Jersey, she would correct you on that, but yes. True!”
You nodded at Mia’s words--North Jersey, to be exact! The audience clapped when Jason pumped his fist in victory.
“Don’t get too confident,” James warned. “They get harder, remember? Next up: Y/N grew up with a pet dog.”
“Ooh,” Jason thought on it for a second, watched you with narrowed eyes as the audience waited for his answer. A few people shouted yes, some called out no!
James turned and laughed, “no one helped Y/N when she struggled!”
“Yeah that’s unfair, guys!” You looked out to crowd, squinted through the stage lights.
“Alright, alright--my vote is false, I don’t think you did. I feel like I would have heard about it.”
“Alright,” James nodded. “Let’s see what Mia has to say.”
Mia smiled and read the question. “Yes--I’m pretty sure his name was Hank, but it’s definitely true.”
“Hank?” Jason turned to you. “Why haven’t I heard about him?”
“My parents had him before I was born,” you defended with a giggle. “He died, like, before I started kindergarten!”
“Well rest in peace Hank--”
“You’ve gotta stay on this, Jason, or you could lose! Next one: Y/N has won how many Grammys?”
Jason smiled at you quickly, a subtle acknowledgement of your recent--and under the influence--addition. “Eight in total, I believe.”
The crowd cheered at that, Mia confirmed it was right and then James read the final one.
“Alright, Jason--last chance here. You’ll either tie or lose, so--Y/N’s pre-show ritual includes calling her mom.”
Jason let out a quick laugh, “I mean--I haven’t necessarily seen that yet, but I feel good about saying that’s true,” he nodded, adjusting his paddle to match.
The video rolled of Mia, she laughed like Jason and nodded. “True--yeah, she calls her mom right before she goes on stage. She gets kind of annoyed if her mom doesn’t answer, too.”
The audience cheered again and James turned to you. “Really? You get annoyed? Do you call her over and over?”
“No--but it’s like, she knows where I am, she knows when I have a show.”
“She’s got a life,” Jason reminded you.
“She does,” you laughed.
“And you both tied!” James smiled, “which is good because I feel like if one of you won it might have gotten messy.”
“Absolutely,” Jason nodded. “Punches thrown, for sure.”
James took you out to commercial break, the lights above the cameras cut off and Jason turned to you when Justine showed up to refresh your lipstick.
“I knew about Hank.”
“You did?” You asked, lips parted as Justine swiped another layer on.
“Your dad mentioned him once--but I figured letting you win was the nice thing to do.”
Justine laughed at that and you rolled your eyes. “We tied, I didn’t win.”
He leaned in and kissed you on the forehead before he fell into step with James. “Every relationship needs compromise, baby.”
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Mid-April brought you back to London for another few nights. Production ramped up as the weather got nicer, meaning Jason spent more late nights on set. A week after the Grammys, Mia sat cross legged on the floor and helped you pack.
“Everything’s finalized for Monday morning,” she said, a glass of wine in her hand as she looked over your upcoming itinerary. “We’ll have to leave here around seven.”
“Right,” you nodded, glancing over the dress you’d pulled for Otis’ birthday party. Was it too much? Too young? Should you even go?
“And our flight will land early in New York--you’ve got rehearsals that afternoon.”
“Mhm,” you acknowledged. You’d been prepping for this, packing everything up, heading back to New York and the apartment you’d called home--the one that was a whole thirty minutes from Jason.
Mia glanced up at you now with a pity smile, your one word answers tipped her off. “You guys are going to be fine.”
A sigh when you brought your eyes over to her. “I know--I know we will be.”
“It’s normal to feel anxious though--you’ve been living with him for the past four months.”
“Yeah--”
“He’ll be out for opening night,” she reminded.
“Is this not birthday party appropriate?” You held the dress up against your frame, looked down at the floral pattern and then waited for Mia’s reply.
“Wait--are you being weird because you guys aren’t gonna live together back in New York or are you nervous about this weekend?”
Otis had been begging for a sleepover--movies and pizza and cupcakes, that’s what he’d said a few weeks ago at dinner when Jason asked how he wanted to celebrate. The thought drifted out of your mind with the trip to the West Coast and as you got busier with ironing out the wrinkles in the last few weeks of tour prep.
But then Jason came home a few nights ago and reminded you: Otis’ party this weekend, Olivia said we can come by for a bit.
“Both,” you finally answered Mia’s question. “But mostly the party.”
“Well,” she downed the last of her wine. “Unfortunately I am not the person to ask about appropriate kid’s birthday party attire.”
You looked over at the clock on your nightstand and did the math on your fingers. You pulled out your phone and opened up FaceTime, only three rings before she answered.
“What a lovely surprise,” Blake smiled into the phone when she came into view.
“I am in need of wardrobe assistance,” you informed, “I’m with Mia.”
“My favorite,” Blake said.
“Wardrobe assistance or me?” Mia called from the floor.
“Both!” Blake smiled.
You let out a laugh at their friendship but flipped the camera around. “Okay--so Otis is having a birthday party and Jason and I are going for a little bit--it’s at Olivia’s. Is this dress too much?”
“Yes,” Blake nodded, her forehead creased when she pushed her face closer to the camera to inspect the outfit in question. “How old is he, like, eight?”
You nodded.
“Yeah--you need like, jeans and a sweater or something. You might get paintballed or some shit so don’t wear anything that fancy.”
“See?” You looked at Mia. “I knew it.”
Blake rolled her eyes at you playfully. “So Olivia’s hosting?”
“She is--five boys and a sleepover. Daisy’s gonna stay with us for the night so that’s good.”
“You sound like such a mom,” Blake teased.
“I do not--”
“You do,” Mia agreed. “In a good way.”
“Alright, well--don’t say that to Olivia,” you made a face.
“Right, you know--since I talk to her so much,” Blake joked.
Once upon a time, back before you knew Jason and long before Jason and Olivia went their separate ways, Blake had dinner with Olivia a few times, never really liked her all that much, she told you one night over a glass of wine.
Jason and Ryan had been friends forever--so it made sense that once in a while Blake and Olivia would cross paths and mingle like the successful industry people they were.
But her loyalty was with you as evidenced by the way her nose scrunched at the mention of her name.
“If you and Jason are in this for the long haul then Olivia should be happy you’re so good with the kids,” Mia reminded from her spot on the floor. She folded a sweatshirt and tucked it into a suitcase before she looked up at you.
“I know,” you shrugged absentmindedly. “But I’m not their mom and I don’t want to step on any toes.”
“Does she know that you guys are--you know--” Blake wiggled her eyebrows in excitement.
“I have no clue,” you answered honestly. “And I have no idea when it might happen, I mean, I’m leaving soon and I have the tour and he’s still busy filming. It might just not be the right time right now.”
Blake nodded, lips set in a thin line as Mia smiled.
“What?” You asked Blake, “what do you know?”
“Nothing,” she smiled. “I know absolutely nothing.”
“I can’t even see your face and I can tell you’re lying,” Mia laughed.
Blake rolled her eyes. “Guys talk, Y/N.”
“So Jason told Ryan something,” Mia translated.
“You have to tell me!” You said quickly, moving to sit on the bed as you bounced in anticipation. “Wait--no, don’t. I don’t know. Is it good? Will I want to know?”
“I think you have packing to do,” Blake said with a sweet smile. “Love youuuuu, bye!”
Blake was right, which became obvious when you walked into Olivia’s house with a wrapped present in hand. You dodged three kids in the first thirty seconds, caught a lamp that someone almost knocked off a console table, and then followed Jason through the house and found Daisy watching her brother with arms crossed over her chest.
“Hey Dais--” Jason greeted, she turned and smiled at the sound of his voice. “Where’s mom?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “Hopefully getting me earplugs.”
You laughed at her attitude, went to stand next to her when Jason disappeared into the house to find her.
“That bad already?”
Daisy sighed. “Boys are loud.”
“Well, then you’ll be happy to know I had Mia pick up strawberry ice cream for us tonight.”
She looked up at you with a toothy grin. “And sprinkles?!”
“And sprinkles,” you nodded. “And I’m pretty sure your dad is gonna let us have Mac n’ Cheese, too.”
“Thank god,” she said.
You sat with her for a while on the grass, watched as the boys hooted and hollered like they were the only ones in Olivia’s posh neighborhood. Jason returned and Olivia came to say hi, she brought Daisy a juicebox but then retreated inside to order the pizzas.
Eventually, the excited shrieking of 8-year-old boys had you seeking shelter in the kitchen, a reprieve from the backyard soccer game that Jason was more than happy to referee.
“Oh,” you turned the corner to find Olivia doing the same, nose in her phone before she looked up to see you. “Hi--sorry, didn’t know you were in here.”
She smiled awkwardly, a laugh escaped her lips when she shrugged. “I find it’s most tolerable if you find a hiding spot.”
You nodded, guilty as charged, but rounded the island to reach for a juicebox on her counter as you tried to come up with small talk.
“Here,” she said, reaching for a glass and the already open wine bottle behind her. “This is how I make it through.” She took out the stopper and poured some. “Everytime you come in here, take a swig or two and after a few, the screaming feels more tolerable.”
You laughed, smiled when she got her own and clinked it against yours.
“Congrats on the Grammy wins, by the way--must be exciting!”
“Thank you, yeah,” you smiled. “It was a busy trip but a lot of fun.”
“And Jason said the tour starts in a few weeks?”
“Mid-May, yeah.”
Quiet for a second when you sipped more wine. Apparently she was better at small talk than you were.
“He also said you guys have talked about getting married--or engaged, whichever.” She shrugged quickly and offered an awkward smile.
But your heart was in your throat, you swallowed and nodded, glancing up at her quickly before looking back to the ruby red in your glass. Lie? Run? What on god’s green earth were you supposed to say to that?
“Oh--yeah, I don’t know when, we just said at some point--”
She smiled, almost like she knew you were nervous and felt bad for the way your heart was pounding in your chest. “That’s really good news--I just--I guess I wanted to say that the kids will be really excited, and you know, it’ll be nice to have you be part of the family officially.”
Your breath caught in your throat, a smile when you looked back up at her.
“And, you know,” she shrugged, “it’ll be nice to have someone to drink wine with at all the birthday parties.”
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May in New York was always busy. The trees bloomed and your birthday always brought celebration to Manhattan, friends and family coming in for dinners and parties and this year, the tour. After two weeks apart for final rehearsals across the pond and last minute meetings, your birthday came and so did Jason and the kids.
I’m finally not dating a twenty-something, he joked all day, a family brunch at your parents house before a rented out rooftop somewhere in Tribeca.
Maddy and Ada and Evie were there, the Hadid sisters and Hailey Bieber. You drank champagne and after the sun sank beneath the skyline, one of them finally had the guts to ask.
“So--big birthday weekend,” Evie smiled. “Think you’ll get a sparkly, diamond-shaped gift at any point?”
“I don’t know,” you laughed, downplaying the excitement that sprouted roots in your chest. “Whenever it happens is fine, and I’m just trying to focus on the opening show.”
“Three days, right?”
A nod before you sipped more champagne. “And a shit ton of stuff to do in the meantime.”
The stage was going up at Madison Square Garden tomorrow, two nights before to allow a final run through in full wardrobe. Saturday night would bring friends and fans and other big names to the performance and somehow, you couldn’t tell if the tour or an impending proposal felt more nerve wracking.
“I bet he does it before the show,” Maddy chimed in.
Blake was there too, a smile on her lips as she watched the rest of your friends take guesses.
“You’re uncomfortably quiet,” Ada let her elbow bump into Blake’s.
“I plead the fifth,” she smiled, leaning her head on your shoulder.
“Wait--speaking of me getting engaged,” you held up a hand, scanned the roof to make sure Jason was nowhere nearby.
He was on the other side, stood with Ryan and Nolan as he took another drink from the bartender.
“Olivia knows--she brought it up at Otis’ birthday party a few weeks ago.”
Blake looked surprised. “She knows, like, when he’s gonna do it?”
“No, no,” you shook your head. “She knows it’s happening. He mentioned it to her I guess and she said she was excited for us.”
“Wow,” Evie said. “Do you believe her?”
You thought on it for a second, glanced back over to Jason as he nodded along to whatever Ryan was saying. You thought back to the moment (was it a moment?) you shared with her in the kitchen. For the first time since you’d known her, it felt like the two of you were on the same team.
You didn’t need to be her best friend, didn’t even need to spend any time together outside of recitals or school events--but if you were going to do this, if you were going to be part of this family, it felt nice to know she could tolerate it.
“I do.”
There was a cake after sunset, thirty whole candles on top that took two tries to blow out. The streets of New York glittered below and Blake found you looking out over the city as the party thinned out. She linked her arm in yours and stared out into the night.
“Between you and me,” she eyed you quickly. “I think thirty will be your best year yet.”
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You always woke up on the opening day of a tour with an inhuman level of energy. You bounced out of bed to hit the ground running before it was even 7am, coffee, a bagel on the go, a radio interview or two, venue by lunchtime.
On tours past you’d ended at Madison Square Garden, the homecoming shows were loud and exciting and it felt like the perfect place to cap off months of travel and triumph. It was Chris’ idea, this time, to open here and start the tour with the level of excitement that usually signaled the end of an era.
Which is why the green room was buzzing with friends and family the entire day, more and more people stopping by to say hello and wish you luck before you had to head to hair and make up.
Daisy sat on the couch decked out in your merch: a t-shirt, a hat, a special lanyard with her backstage pass. She munched on goldfish that Mia had secured for her, bounced on the cushions like this was sure to be the best night of her entire life.
She wanted to bring a friend, which Jason was hesitant about at first, until he’d decided bringing their nanny was the fix. I’ll be too excited, too busy to wrangle not one, but two five year olds.
Now, he sat next to her and watched as she shoved another handful of orange crackers in her mouth. “You’re that excited, huh?”
“I am!” she smiled when you clicked your phone shut. “Are you excited, Y/N?”
“I am!” you nodded, “but I’m nervous too.”
Mia briefed Chris on something behind you, your mom was with Nolan near the snacks and your dad (with Murphy, of course) was on a walk somewhere in the venue halls. Andrew and Lena were disappointed that their two babysitters (you and Nolan) were both already booked for tonight, but they found someone else and would be here by dinner time.
“You’re nervous?!” Daisy asked with wide eyes.
“Only a little,” you shrugged. “I just want it to be a good weekend.”
“It will be,” she said confidently, Mia handed you a sheet of paper, day of timeline.
Jason let his eyebrows rise in curiosity. “Yeah? Why’s that?”
She lowered her voice to a loud whisper, looked between you and Jason before she smiled mischievously. “You said you have a very important question for Y/N this weekend!”
Nolan and your mom had just come closer, both of their mouths fell open in shock when Jason sputtered.
“Daisy--you don’t--we haven’t--”
Mia took Daisy’s hand, her eyes wide with excitement when she smiled at you over her shoulder. “Daisy--let’s go see the stage!”
She smiled and hopped into action, bouncing down the concrete hallway when a moment of awkwardness flooded in the room. Your mom shot you a glance before she went to chat with Chris. Nolan announced to the entire room, Jessica should be here soon--I’ll go find her.
Jason rolled his eyes. “I don’t--sorry--I shouldn’t have told her--”
“This weekend?”
“Well they’re both here and we’re gonna be apart for a while, so I figured it might be a good time, but I don’t--I can change it, it should be a surprise.”
“I do!”
He eyed you for a second. “Wrong reply,” he laughed.
“Just do it now! I don’t care!”
“You are ruining your own proposal,” he laughed, poking you in the ribs. “You have a show to put on.”
“You have a ring to put on me,” you wiggled your brows at him.
“Get out of here,” he smiled. “Now I have to think of all new shit to say to you later when I actually do it.”
“You expect me to get on stage and perform a whole show knowing that I’m getting engaged soon?!”
“You won’t be getting engaged soon if you don’t get the heck to hair and make up,” he reprimanded, a smirk set on his mouth when you leaned up to kiss him.
He gave you a slap on the ass when no one was looking, you were off to find Justine and to pull on the first of three outfits. Before you knew it, you rose up to the stage as the beat kicked in. Sixteen songs--almost two hours and so much smiling your cheeks were already sore. The adrenaline of the crowd was just as contagious as it always had been, and by the time you wiped your eyeliner off that night, you were ready to do it again.
“Starting in New York was a good call,” you said at the sink in the master bath. “Sleeping here will be better than a hotel or bus tonight. I’m always the most sore after the first show.”
“You should get massages like a football player,” he laughed, slipped his watch off and placed it on the counter, a wiggle of his eyebrows when he added: “I’d be happy to assist, though I’m not professionally trained.”
You laughed but rolled your eyes, already in sweatpants. You’d changed back at the venue, nothing worse than a jumpsuit and heeled-boots in the car home.
But now there was a knock at the door, Jason walked to open it and revealed Otis on the other side. He’d watched from the VIP section with the rest of them, his friend Patrick seemed more excited about the segways they rode around The Garden than your show, but you didn’t take it personally.
“There’s no way I’m falling asleep after tonight--” he walked into the bedroom, a sigh from between his lips as he climbed up and onto the bed.
Jason shot you a look through the doorway. Was he really coming in here, to sit with both of you atop the king-sized mattress that now felt like an ours instead of a his?
“No? Gave up after a whole ten minutes?”
“Ten minutes in kid time is like an hour in grown up time,” Otis said, duh. Footsteps in the hallway, you almost bumped into Daisy once you drained the sink.
“You too?” Jason turned to see her, a blanket draped over her shoulder and a stuffed animal in hand.
“I heard talking,” she said. “Didn’t wanna miss it.”
You both laughed at that, you walked and went to adjust your pillows, climbing under the covers when Daisy hopped up next to Otis at the foot of the bed.
“Well,” he put his hands on his hips and looked at them. “We’ve already had a really late night and it is way past everyone’s bedtime.”
Otis leaned over to Daisy and said quietly: “Maybe he wants us to leave so he can propose.”
“Guys!” He laughed at that, a shake of his head when you smiled up at him.
“If he proposes I will be sure to come wake you up,” you nodded at Daisy with a smile. “Promise.”
“I think you should do it with us in the room so we can see,” Otis looked up at him and shrugged innocently.
“Thank you for the input,” Jason nodded.
“It would be kind of cute if they were here,” you said softly, he whipped his head in your direction, eyebrows raised when you shrugged. “You know--a family affair.”
You meant it, but after knowing for almost five hours now that it was going to happen soon, the anxiety bubbled in you and probably wouldn’t stop until it was on your finger.
He shook his head at all three of you, walked over to his nightstand and tugged open the drawer. He pulled out a tiny box, flipped it over in his hand a few times before he looked up at you.
Daisy and Otis were still--maybe surprised that he’d decided to put his money where his mouth was. Your lips parted when he sat down on the edge of the bed. Daisy crawled over to sit beside you, watching when he opened it.
“Y/N--” he looked up at you. “My children should be asleep and I wish we were too, but since we’re all here, and since they love you almost as much as I do, I was wondering if you would want to, you know, make this thing official?”
“Those aren’t the right words!” Daisy said quickly, upset by his veering off script. “You have to say will you marry me!”
He laughed, looked back to you. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes! She will!” Daisy bounced on the mattress and screeched in excitement.
Jason’s eyes went wide, “whoa, whoa, whoa--take it down a notch there partner--”
“He was asking Y/N,” Otis made a face at Daisy when she stuck her tongue out at her older brother.
“Guys--focus,” Jason waved the box in mid-air, all three of you looked back to the ring that was tucked inside.
You smiled at him, felt emotion well in your eyes when he pulled it out and reached to slip it on your finger. A quick nod, a sniffle that turned into a laugh when Daisy and Otis high-fived.
“What she said.”
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AN: Well, y'all, that's a wrap--FOR NOW! I wanted to find a way to tie a bow on this story and wrap things up nicely, but in a way that still allows for us all to revisit these two in the future. I've loved writing this story so much (honestly it might be the most fun writing I've ever had), and that's because of YOU. So many people got excited about this story with me and came along on the journey of exploring my writing skills for someone other than you know who. Seriously though, who knew that one anon having a dream about Jason at the right time as me developing a crush would result in a 20 chapter fic with a 100k+ wc???? lmao. ANYWAY. I hope you all stay tuned for blurbs and snippets and things to come, (tour, the met gala sounds fun, the eventual season 3 premiere of the show...I've already got lots of fun ideas cooking for blurbs) bc I don't know if I'll ever get enough of these two 🥲 also yes before anyone asks I will probably keep writing jason fic!
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‘ I DIDN’T SEND YOU THE MANUSCRIPT, JACK. ‘ there’s a certain finality to june’s voice, a certain edge, warning a bad dog to just drop it already! ‘ i don’t know who did, or- or why, but that doesn’t matter. our … arrangement does not entitle you to my work, nor the subject of it. ‘
jack leans back in his chair, gaze dropping from the doctor to the manuscript. CONVERSATIONS WITH THE DEVIL printed in big, bold letters, and beneath it, BY DR. JUNE ROSS-MITCHELL. a book yet to be bound, to be published; simply a thick stack of pages, stapled in sections to assure nothing was left unread. a gift, almost too good to be true. he can’t let this one pass him by. he’s leaning forward now, elbows resting on his knees. ‘ think of this as an opportunity, june. ‘
‘ an opportunity to what? ‘ a scoff. ‘ exploit lilly for the paycheck? the exposure? your ratings? ‘
exploitation is a funny accusation coming from the woman planning to sell her precious research, planning to play the masses’ morbid curiosity of the occult. a gentle smile, instead. ‘ no, june, i’m not asking you to exploit her, that would be beyond cruel. ‘ he tilts his head, eyes probing, curious. ‘ this isn’t to drum up sales, or to boost my ratings. it’s to let you further speak your truth, speak lilly’s truth. it’s to show the world what you already know to be true. ‘
when june drops her gaze, when her posture looses, jack knows he’s got her.
‘ think about it, junie. ‘ voice is softer, now, gentler. ‘ when people read this book, they’ll be up in arms, calling you a phony, a fraud … this, your research, it’s impressive, it’s chilling, but the average person, he doesn’t care about credentials, he won’t understand the science. this- ‘ he’s swiped the manuscript from the table, gesturing to it with his other hand- ‘ i believe, got to me by some miracle. the opportunity to prove everyone wrong, june, is right here, on night owls. give them live video evidence to back up the science, a- a demonstration, if you will- ‘
‘ if you think even for a second that i’m going to let you toy with lilly for some halloween special - ‘
‘ i wouldn’t even dream of it. ‘ with his index finger, he traces a little ‘x’ over his heart. ‘ cross my heart and hope to die, june. you and lilly, you’ll be treated with utmost respect, like royalty, on my set. ‘ he’s taking her hand into both of his, now. ‘ come on, junie. if things get out of control, or if you or lilly are uncomfortable in any way, we’ll wrap your segment. your word is law. ‘
june withdraws her hand from jack’s and crosses her arms over his chest. though her brows remain furrowed, she all but deflates in her seat. ‘ she’s just . . . she’s been doing so well lately, i worry about this triggering her, making her regress . . . ‘ a deep sigh, gaze falling back to the mystery manuscript. who could’ve gotten ahold of this? she would inquire with her editor later. an attempt at a stupid publicity stunt, she’s sure of it. ‘ look. i can’t guarantee anything, but . . . alright, i’ll talk to her. i’ll talk to lilly. ‘
‘ you are incredible- ‘
‘ however. ‘ eyes hardening, arms uncrossing as june sits up. ‘ if you’re just pulling the wool over my eyes here, and truly planning to make a spectacle of my little girl, i will raise hell, jack delroy. i’m very serious. i don’t care about the money, or the exposure, i care about keeping lilly safe, and spreading her truth to hopefully help people like her. ‘
a solemn nod from jack, keeping a cool front despite the bubbling excitement. this will save your show. jack delroy, mr. midnight himself, back from the fucking dead! ‘ i understand completely, june. lilly’s well being will be the top priority, i can assure you. ‘
#tbt.#the brainrot is strong <3#nearly 700 words in under an hour im so proud of myself#it's been awhile and u can tell but idc!!!
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About reposts
So today for the first time, I found someone had re uploaded one of my comics into their instagram account without asking for permission first, I got notified by a commenter who tagged me on the picture to let this person know I also had an instagram account since they had only given credit to my tumblr url.
After I expressed my discomfort with the images being uploaded without my consent the user quickly erased the post, and did not block me.
Now, I absolutely do not think there was any ill intent by this person, and that it was just in the spirit of sharing something they enjoyed, I also think they must not have known about my instagram since they were clearly intending to give credit to the original artist (and seem to do so with all the other re uploads on their account) so I’m convinced this was in good spirits.
If that person is a follower of mine (which they may not be) I just want you to know I hold no grudges against you, however to you, and all others out there who may think on making a re-upload account with the works of others I feel I should express a few words on why you should always ask the artist for permission on it.
Even if you’re not claiming ownership of the piece of work you are uploading, you must still understand it isn’t really yours to take, even if it is published on a public platform and specially if your intent is to share the work it is always best to ask the creator for permission to do so.
Like in this case, had this person asked me for permission (and had I granted that permission) they could have known I have an instagram account myself and been able to use that to give me credit in the post, instead of just the tumblr url.
Which would be much more effective since when you ask people to jump platforms they are much less likely to do so, for any user jumping platforms is far more work than just clicking on my tagged account and immediately be taken to it. Otherwise you may even be taking more views away from them rather than helping them (at least in this case the re-upload had considerable more likes and such than my original post that was also on the platform)
What I mean is, if you want to respect the artist and help them grow and expand their viewership then always ask them, they will always know best how to better give exposure to themselves and will be able to provide information and links.
Now, I understand why that process is slower, more annoying, maybe even nerve wrecking cus you may fear you will anger the artist, well let me assure you, if your intent is to not upset anyone, and they are indeed against you re-uploading their work they will always be more angry and upset to find out you’ve already done it without asking than what they would been by being asked about it.
Maybe they won’t give you permission, but it is their work, and it’s best to respect that, you just have to accept it.
In my case, I tend to be very open to people re purposing what I do, most often when I’ve been asked to use my work, for dubbed videos, avatar pics, meme pics and so on I’ve happily accepted and simply provided and requested some link and contacts on my plaforms to better help me increase my own viewership.
Artists even when doing fan art, put a lot of work, time and effort into it, so please always think in how what you do with their work can affect them, many of us do use those pieces of media for our livelihood (and living of art is hard).
So please, to anyone out there that wants to use my work, just ask me about it, I promise I won’t bite.
To all those of you who have asked me, I’m always very thankful to you for taking the proper route to do this and very flattered to know you take interest and enjoyment of what I do.
#long post#azherwind#re uploads#respect artists#sorry for the rant#this had never happened to me and im actually not mad but I thought it would be good to address it#and share some opinions on the point of view of the original poster#I just think is good to spread some insight on the matter#thank you all for liking my work!#and thank you to the tmnt nation for the likes and reblogs#its been my best post of the year
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Love Is Not Over
✏️Taehyung x OFC
✏️Friends to Lover AU
🛑 Rated 18+
📖WC: 1774
⚠️Mentally abusive and controlling ex, stalking, mention of anxiety cheating, COVID, drinking, drunk hookup, masturbation, oral, accidental marriage, accidental pregnancy⚠️
Mae always wanted to go to South Korea and visit all the places her Aunt and Uncle used to tell her stories about. So after catching her fiancè cheating, she did just that. Her two month trip turned into a permanent stay thanks to covid lockdown. A friendly neighbor turned best friend, who just so happened to be part of the biggest music group in the world. A drunken night that changed her life forever.
Chapter 11
“Is everything ok?” Taehyung asked as soon as Mae picked up the phone.
“Oh, everything is wonderful, Taehyung,” Mae answered. “How was your day?”
“It’s good,” he said apprehensively. “We just got back from rehearsal. Why do you sound mad?”
“Let me show you,” she said, turning on her camera. “You see these boxes?”
“Yes, why do you have so many?” he asked, as his face appeared on the screen.
“That’s not important right now.” Mae grabbed the smallest of the boxes that were next to her. “As I was opening the packages and sorting them this one caught my eye. I couldn’t figure out what I ordered that would come in a box this size. Do you know what I found when I opened it, Taehyung?”
“No, no I don’t.” Mae sent him a death glare when she saw the corner of his lip twitch as he tried to fight a smile.
“You’re such a liar, Kim Taehyung! You know damn well what’s in that box!”
“What makes you think that I know?”
Mae sighed and flipped her camera to face her. “You didn’t need to buy me a new laptop, Tae. I could’ve bought my own.”
“I just thought it would be nice if I bought my wife a wedding gift.”
“Such a pain in my ass.”
“I’m well aware of that,” he laughed. “So what’s in the other boxes?”
“You’re so nosey.” Mae rolled her eyes and sat her phone on the table using the laptop box to hold it up. “It’s mainly stuff for me to make kimchi. The rest are just things I needed.”
The two of them video chatted while Mae unpacked and sorted her packages.
For the past week they’d chat on the phone at least once a day. It was usually Taehyung making sure she was doing ok. The day after he left, someone published surveillance videos of them leaving the Jazz Club and the chapel. Mae’s name was also leaked a few days after that.
“I heard from my lawyer today.”
“What did he say?” Mae asked, putting her phone on the counter while she carried stuff into the kitchen.
“You’re stuck being my wife until I’m back in Korea.”
“A whole month?”
“Look at the bright side. At least we are in two different countries. I won’t be able to bug you so often.”
“Judging by the brand new laptop in my living room, I doubt that you’d let a giant ocean stop you.”
The two of them grew silent when the buzzer for Mae’s door went off.
“Are you expecting anyone?” a worried Taehyung asked. The building did have security but he knew that people could easily sneak past them.
“No,” Mae picked up her phone.
“Don’t open it or say anything unless you know who it is.”
“I’m not an idiot, Tae.” She rolled her eyes as she walked to the door.
“I know you’re not. I’m just worried. Your name is everywhere right now.”
“It’s Jimin’s mom,” Mae whispered, stepping away from the door.
“Jimin did say she’s been worried about you. Maybe she came by to check on you.”
“Eomeoni,” the older woman smiled when Mae opened her door, “I wish you would’ve told me you were coming. My house is a disaster right now. I was just opening a bunch of packages and was getting ready to make some kimchi.” Mae said, hugging her.
“It’s ok, my daughter.” Mae’s smile grew wider. The first time they met two years ago, she started calling Mae her daughter. “We can help you clean up and make kimchi.”
“We?” Both Mae and Taehyung asked at the same time.
“Yes, I brought your mother-in-law with me.” She gestured to the woman standing a few feet away that Mae hadn't noticed.
“Tae, I’m going to have to call you back later,” Mae said, staring wide eyed at the woman.
“Wait, Mae…” she ended the call before he could finish.
“Hello,” Mae said shyly and bowed.
“So, you’re Mae,” she said with a kind smile, “I’ve heard so much about you.”
“We should go inside so that the two of you can talk,” Jimin’s mom said.
“Oh, yes. Please come in,” Mae stepped out of the way so that the two older women could enter her home.
Mae followed nervously behind them. Jimin’s mom had visited a few times over the years. But this was the first time she’d brought anyone other than her family with her. She wasn’t sure what to expect, especially since the other woman was the mother of the man she’d drunkenly married.
“Your home is beautiful, Mae,” Taehyung’s mother said, looking around.
“Thank you.”
“This is the same place you rented out when you came to visit, right?”
“Yes, yes it is. I fell in love with it and the neighborhood so I stayed,” Mae answered.
All three women’s eyes landed on Mae’s phone in her hand when it went off.
“That must be Taehyung since you hung up on him,” Jimin’s mother said.
Mae’s phone went off again as she was unlocking it. The first message was from Taehyung. But the second one is what drew her attention.
“He’s ruining my fun and letting you know that he told me everything, isn't he?” his mother asked.
Mae quickly exited the other message and looked at her, “He what?”
“Was it not him?”
“It was,” Mae said, finally opening his message. “Sorry I read it wrong.”
“My son will not let me have any fun,” Taehyung’s mother laughed.
“How much did he tell you?” Mae asked, turning off her ringer before placing it in her back pocket.
“I know that the two of you went to a Jazz Club in Jeju and got married.”
“I am so sorry,” Mae whispered ashamed of herself.
“There’s no need to be sorry,” the older woman put her hands on Mae’s shoulders. “Things happen for a reason. I’m not sure what it is yet. But you are now my daughter whether you two decide to end the marriage or not.”
A weight lifted off of Mae’s chest when she looked at the woman’s kind eyes and smile.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yes. Now let’s go make some kimchi while you tell me more about yourself. My son has told me a few things but I want to know more.”
The three women spent the remainder of the day in the kitchen while they chatted and made kimchi. Mae answered every question she was asked. Even the ones about Tyler.
Her face turned red with embarrassment when Taehyung’s mother mentioned that he’d told her about Mae’s modeling. The moment she mentioned Wander, both women pulled out their phones to look it up.
She patiently waited for the women to say something about the pictures, especially the ones of her in lingerie. But neither of them seemed to be bothered by the photos as they looked through the different options on the site and quickly filled up their carts.
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Mae sat in her dimly lit bedroom and stared at the text messages and missed calls on her phone. She’d been so busy the whole day making kimchi and dinner with the two older women, who were currently sleeping in her guest room, she hadn’t checked it.
It was storming outside. It started as the three of them were eating dinner. Due to the bad driving conditions she insisted they stay overnight.
When another text message came, her anxiety spiked. Her phone number was leaked and for the past two days she’d been getting random calls and messages. She hadn’t told anyone because she didn’t want to worry them. But today, the spamming got worse. They’d started out all being Korean numbers, but now international ones were showing up.
The blood in her veins ran cold when she looked at one that came through almost two hours ago;
Unknown Number: My sweet angel, Mae. I hear congratulations are in order. I’m not sure if I am more surprised about your marriage or how easy it was to get your phone number. It seems marrying an idol has made you quite the hot topic. I’m honestly shocked you would do something so carelessly and publicly, considering you’ve been hiding from me for the past three years. But, then again, you were never the best at thinking things through.
Unknown Number: I bet your phone is going crazy with notifications from random strangers. Judging by what I’ve seen online I bet a good majority of them aren’t very nice. How long do you think it will take before they, or your new husband, finds out about me, the fiance you up and left, so that you could run away to another country? How long do you think it will take before they find all those pictures of you wearing barely anything? I do hope this doesn’t affect Wander too badly. I’d hate to see it suffer because of your selfishness.
Mae used the back of her hand to wipe her tears. She’d been so caught up in everything that was happening, Tyler never crossed her mind. Not only did he know about her marriage, he now had her phone number. A new fear set in when she realized that it was only a matter of time until he was able to get her address. She’d once again be living in fear.
“Are you alright?”
Mae turned her head to see Taehyung’s mother standing in her doorway.
“I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
“No, I was on my way to get a drink. I heard you crying. What’s wrong, daughter?”
Mae broke out in a sob when Tae’s mother called her ‘daughter’ once again. Hearing her say it brought her a mixture of joy and sadness. Mae felt more love and kindness from these two women than she’d ever felt from her own parents.
“Don’t cry,” the older woman said, rushing to Mae’s side. “Whatever it is, I'm sure it will be ok.” She sat on the bed and took Mae in her arms, stroking her hair and comforting her until she was ready to talk.
Mae opened up and explained what was happening through tears and sniffles. She told her what Tyler said. She told her how scared she was that he’d find out where she lived.
Mae repeatedly apologized to Taehyung’s mother for being the cause of chaos in their lives; not only bringing trouble to Taehyung and his career, but also possible disgrace to his whole family. In her gut, she felt nothing but shame and fear with no way out of the foreseeable embarrassment.
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Imma throw this at ya though it’s outta nowhere but simply cause me an my sis have been making jokes about it.
When they change twitter to X it’s gonna be awkward when folk tell people to follow them.
When they change twitter to X ya ain’t gonna call it following anymore it’ll be called stalking.
When twitter changes to X ya won’t be tweeting anymore you’ll be crying.
When twitter changes to X you won’t be verified anymore you’ll be dumped.
When twitter changes to X things are gonna get awkward for a few reddit boards.
When twitter changes to X r/LatinoTwitter is gonna become r/LatinoX.
Elon is only changing Twitters name cause there wasn’t any other way to say he owned his X.
Elon changed twitters name to X because his families emerald mine dried up an he’s hoping for buried treasure.
When twitter changes to X we on tumblr can’t joke about checkmarks anymore it’ll just be x’s.
When twitter changes to X it won’t be the bird site anymore it’ll be Scott Pilgrim’s hell.
Disclaimer: My brain somehow filtered out the first line of your ask, because ADHD and or Dyslexia be like that some times,
My issues have been coming at me particularly hard lately, I'm skipping whole words when I'm typing them out, not sure what to do about it other than triple my proofreading efforts.
so I was thinking this was some kind of slam poetry instead of jokes, in retrospect the Scott Pilgrim thing should have given me pause, so I went in with this trying to come up with a serious answer.
Which I'm leaving because I learned some stuff I didn't already know and will assume others might do the same.
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Asprin is (or was) a trademarked name owned by the Bayer company, Jet Ski, Rollerblade, Jacuzzi, Band-Aid, Xerox, Jello, and just a ton of others are brands that have transcended to the level where their name is just what we call things.
People will still call Twitter Twitter, hasn't changed the domain name yet just the logo, and I doubt anyone but the musk fan club will be calling it "X" even if he does.
As for the family mine, pretty sure he's got nothing to do with that, believe he disavowed that part of his family even before getting going on PayPal.
You know I've never actually looked all that up tho, so I just did.
His father was elected to the Pretoria City Council as a representative of the anti-apartheid Progressive Party and has said that his children shared their father's dislike of apartheid.
That's not something I've heard anyone ever say. Let's see some more about his dad, I've literally never bothered to look any of this up so it's all new information, confirming what I've seen people saying, or totally contradicting what I've seen people saying.
In November 2022, Snopes debunked rumours linking the mine to slavery and apartheid, and linked to an article published in The New Yorker that referenced Musk's part ownership of the mine.
I bet snopes was unhappy about having to debunk the bit about slavery and apartheid there.
Also explains why this is new information to me, since nobody seems to want to give the man a fair shake, he's a tool and a douchebag but it would appear many of the other bits of info are false.
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all that aside, folks are still gonna call it twitter, the name is ingrained in our minds, why he's decided to change it is perplexing, at least I haven't heard a reason he may have one I dunno.
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Going back over the whole thing after reading about them being jokes makes this double funny, and slightly embarrassing on my part, you did forget a few additional bits of info.
It's becoming X (ask how I can remember a mid 90's trip hop group but spell cow wrong)
youtube
It's also gonna give it to ya (why isn't there a official, unedited version of the video dammit)
youtube
RIP DMX, you went hard from start to finish
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still pisses me off that there’s this finnish woman (aurikatariina) who got famous for doing free deep cleanings and filming it for tiktok/youtube and she has now published a book and even has her own reality show and people won’t stop praising her for how kind she is
but i completely lost respect for her when some months ago she published two videos of the same house, where she had been asked to clean by the tenant several times until finally agreeing. and she got suspicious of the tenant (because their story had changed a bit with each email) and she had contacted the landlord?? and took the landlord to see the house (against the tenant’s wishes)
and the whole other video was aurikatariina berating the tenant and letting the landlord tell her sad little story about how her husband built this house for them but she had to move out after he died and it’s so horrible that this tenant, who just sat on the porch drinking coffee while everyone else cleaned, had let it get so dirty :/
and people were literally tearing this tenant apart in the yt comments, zero sympathy just because the landlord got to tell everyone her side of the story. like i’m 100% sure if the landlords of the homes in previous videos knew how their property looked like they’d also concoct some sad story and be extremely mad. but previously aurikatariina and her viewers always sympathized with the people whose apartments had gotten super dirty due to whatever reason
but the second people hear the landlord’s side then it’s horrible that some lazy, dirty, stupid poor person could let someone else’s property get dirty like that! and wow, the tenant didn’t even rush to help to clean after the landlord came over and yelled at the tenant and cried about how her house had been ruined, i’m sure it was out of laziness and not shock/shame/sadness
“i clean people’s houses because i understand mental illness or disability can make it impossible to clean and we shouldn’t shame people whose houses get dirty <3” -> call the landlord the second you think someone isn’t virtuous enough to receive your help while you share their sad life story so viewers sympathize with them
#it really is like unless your sad life story is 100% sympathetic and you're the perfect pitiable victim of life you don't deserve shit#txt
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2 Weeks in 3D
Hey, it’s Sasha again. What have I been up to? I’m so glad you asked, gentle reader, because we’ve been doing some visual explorations of what this game should look like, and in pursuit of that I have been learning Blender, and I am now prepared to make that everyone’s problem.
My recollection of the formal education I got in 3D modeling is unpleasant, rudimentary, and I wasn’t really paying attention at the time, so most of my work nowadays involves squinting and swearing at a computer program, and then looking up “[x] tutorial” on youtube. There are some solid guides! I keep a playlist as I go along so I can return to them when I need to. Reading the titles in order as I fumble my way through game development is a fun little instance of environmental storytelling.
My first forays were just trying to build a good looking low poly tree. We’re keeping things low poly because 3D is not my thing and if it looks wonky it should be a charming kind of wonk, and low poly is good for that. (there are some folks who are really, really good at making low poly look expensive as fuck, and I respect the hell out of them. But I am not one such creature. I went to art school for comics.) It turns out there’s a lot of ways to build a low poly tree, and I was feeling a little listless working on such a solved problem, one I wasn’t super passionate about, and one that didn’t apply immediately to something we were going to publish.
So I switched tacks to bringing the Oneiric into 3D.
You’ll recall I wrote a bit about the process of designing the Oneiric here. I have a very good sense of what I want this boat to look like, and it is guaranteed to be an important place in the game, no matter where the crew land– the game’s Starship Enterprise, to steal a useful parallel from Evan. But how to build such a thing…?
I gave it a shot just running at it. I have a top-down drawing to work off of, after all. It was going alright until I had to make anything other than the deck, and then my brain just fizzled out trying to figure out how to wrap the bulwark around the edges, much less build out the bottom of the boat.
So I looked up a tutorial for how to model a ship. And, wouldn’t you know, just like any other artistic endeavor, the answer is not to start with the details and work your way out, but to get the big shapes in first, refine those until you’re happy, and then break it down into slightly smaller shapes, get those to a good place, and so on. Which I already knew about, but frequently forget; I think here I got so caught up in thinking about the details as person-sized and interactable, and thought I ought to start building from that scale.
The second go around went a lot better.
Ropes are very legitimizing, aren’t they? I’m about 70% sure these are the right ties for this particular kind of ship. Then again, it’s kind of a bastard of a boat anyway, so who can say what “accurate” even means in this context?
That was last week’s work. This week, the foray I had into Blender was a bit more personable. I wanted to test the Oneiric as an environment a character could run around in, but I need a character to do that! Axioche’s design is the most stable, so I gave them a try:
…and then spent a full day wrestling with rigging.
If you’ve used Blender before, you might know about Rigify, the built in plugin that gives you a gorgeous rig right off the bat. It’s supposed to be as one-click plug-and-play as they come, but naturally I ran into all sorts of haranguing bugs and issues about it. I won’t get into it here because it was equal parts infuriating and boring. But look!! They can pose now!!
There are still a lot of issues with the model and rig that I need to iron out, but that’s work for next week. I watched this video on “Rigging a Wizard” hoping for some tips on rigging Axioche’s dress (tutorialtube has yet to let me down, no matter how obscure my request) and then tried out a really simple wonky walk cycle, and then followed yet another tutorial for putting it in Unity and attaching it to a player character who can walk around.
Considering I started the day with just a T-pose I think I had a pretty successful Thursday all in all.
Quoth Evan upon seeing a little Axioche running around on the Oneiric: “THAT’S A GAME”
-Sasha
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“Black Eye” — VERNON: A review
Published Friday, December 23rd, 2022 — Hello. If you are reading this right now, I am writing this review from the afterlife.
Introduction
Vernon is the latest member of SEVENTEEN to release a solo record this year, following Woozi, The 8, Hoshi (although they still won’t put “Tiger” on Spotify for reasons I cannot fathom), and Jun—and boy, does he know how to make a statement.
Prior to its release, Vernon revealed that “Black Eye” leans more towards the pop punk genre. Now, genre is very fluid in the current landscape of the music industry—especially in KPOP, where producers and composers are constantly blending different genres together and experimenting with sound to create something totally unique. However, pop punk as most people in my age group who maybe grew up going to Warped Tour and all-ages shows in small, packed venues with mosh pits know it has a very strong sonic identity as a genre. As a matter of fact, the first artist that came to mind when I heard the overall sound of this song was The Story So Far, whom I was actively listening to circa 2013-2017—alongside other well-known pop punk groups such as Knuckle Puck, Neck Deep, and Real Friends, just to name a few. Although Vernon has lived most of his life in South Korea, his collaboration with fellow Korean-American member, Joshua, “2 MINUS 1″, proves that he is still very much in touch with genres that are considered more Western—including pop punk. “2 MINUS 1″ was a beautiful deviation from what SEVENTEEN is known for and it is so thrilling to see Vernon continue to pursue those veins of sound in his own work.
The Sound of “Black Eye”
“Black Eye” has the kind of the sound that can only be described with certain words and phrases: “summer break”, “driving on empty streets with the windows rolled all the way down at midnight”—you know the kind of vibe. It also screams teenage angst, which is relatable and dare I say tangible, even to those who have long since left their teenage years. The music video itself is relatively simple conceptually—and too short for my liking—but it invokes the kind of nostalgia that I think most twenty-somethings are still holding onto. Personally, my favorite thing about “Black Eye” is that Vernon is singing. As a member of SEVENTEEN’s hip-hop unit, he’s largely considered a rapper—but Carats know that the unit doesn’t define or limit the individual member’s capabilities—and we also know that Vernon is a fantastic singer. I’ve always liked his singing voice—and his voice in general. It’s deep but not too deep, a nice, even timbre that feels warm and a little husky—which helps him lean into the genre very easily. Honestly, if I had no idea who he was, you could tell me that he was the lead singer of a band and I would ask when they’re touring.
Looking at the Lyrics
I’ve spent a lot of time talking about the soundscape of “Black Eye” but let’s talk about the lyrics. Carats know Vernon to be the kind of person who speaks his mind; and he has admitted that he speaks rather bluntly. He doesn’t let other people define him—he does what he thinks is right and doesn’t care what others think of him. This approach to life is embodied in the chorus, in which Vernon sings, “I’m on my worst behavior. How you like me now? Put a muzzle on me, I’ll spit in your mouth. Wake me up from this nightmare, please. A scar and bruise with a black-eyed face.” He is also considered one of the more reserved members of the group, keeping to himself at times and getting lost in his own world, as illustrated by the lyrics “I got a couple friends, just me, myself, and I. We play with fireworks all night. I’m okay.” There’s a certain layer of self-deprecation here, if you will, that is prevalent in many songs of this genre—the belief that one is self-destructive and will destroy anyone or anything who gets too close. Keeping people at arm’s length is a form of self-preservation and as much for one’s own protection as it is for others, which is an interesting idea to consider, since Vernon is so full of love for the other members of SEVENTEEN and for Carats.
Conclusion
Anyway, please excuse me while I try to wrap my head around this gift that we’ve been given.
GENIUS LAB USA RATING: Let’s dance all night long.
#GeniusLabListens#VERNON#SEVENTEEN#Black Eye#KPOP#Korean Music#Album Review#Choi Hansol#Chwe Vernon#Choi Vernon
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scrapped fragments from a fanfic that i will probably never publish, ironically making these the only parts that will see the light of day. I wrote most of this pre-pandemic & you can really tell.
Man in the Moon, NA Bros have a long discussion about space travel and mythology but C.anada thinks maybe A.merica isn’t talking about space anymore
Generally, A.merica would rather C.anada visit him than the other way around--or, really, he says, “Hey! Come spend the weekend,” and if C.anada says no it becomes a whole thing.
When he does want to come up north, it’s usually not a social visit. Oh, he’ll say it is, but then C.anada won’t see him except to pick him up and drop him off at the airport. In the past few years A.merica’s bosses had really cracked down on the whole underage-drinking thing, and no amount of “I’m literally 400 years old, I’m not really 19,” has swayed them.
“Mattie, they took my fake ID,” he says by way of answering the phone.
“Yeah, bro, it’s nice to hear from you too.” If C.anada seems bitter...well, he is, a little, but family was supposed to be annoying.
“They wanted to take my passport,” Alfred says, and that one’s new--with how often Nations had to travel internationally, with or without their diplomats, taking their passports or travel papers was practically putting them under house arrest. “I hid it. God. Matt, I need a fuckin’ vacation out-of-state; you doin’ anything this weekend?”
“Uh,” and C.anada actually wasn’t planning on much this weekend, but when A.merica asks for something--and C.anada knows he’s asking for something--it pays to ask for something in return. To discourage him, if nothing else. “Well, I was actually planning on going to my cabin up in the Rockies, so if you want to go clubbing in T.oronto like usual I’m going to have to cancel my flight--”
“Cabin? That sounds perfect. You’ve got no WiFi there, right?”
“Uh…” Something was very wrong with hearing Alfred excited about no internet. “Right?”
“Or cell service?”
...Maybe he should shut this down before it went any further. “Is somebody after you again?”
“Not this time, no,” A.merica says with a forced laugh. “I just wanna get away. Just a couple of days, Mattie; please? I’ll help out with whatever you’re up to--”
“No. Don’t help with anything.” C.anada pinches the bridge of his nose, rubbing the marks left by his glasses. He can already feel a migraine coming on.
“Alright, alright, jeez. But let me come up, just for the weekend. C’mon, you won’t even know I’m there.”
That was an impossibility, but a weekend couldn’t do much harm, right?
...He probably shouldn’t say that out loud, just in case. But even if Matthew often can’t stand him, overall he doesn’t dislike his brother, and they haven’t spent much time together just to hang out...well, he wasn’t actually going to do anything besides play video games and smoke this weekend anyway; he can do at least the latter at the cabin and he did mean to clean it out one last time before winter made it inaccessible…
...Oh, damn, he’s actually thinking about it.
“...Okay,” C.anada says, migraine blooming. “Just for the weekend. Don’t cause any trouble, Al, I swear to god…”
“Who,” Alfred says, laughing again, “Me?”
...
As Kuma nudges their hands for more pets, Matt pulls into the clearing where his cabin--personal property of the Williams family, “handed down” for a few hundred years, not belonging to or recognized by the C.anadian government or any other government as state property--sits surrounded by mountains and pine forest.
There’s no snow yet this autumn but the air has a bite, and the clear skies and the smell of pine and the rustling trees and murmuring insects could almost make C.anada forget what century it is.
A.merica, too; he stretches until C.anada hears a crack, sighs deeply, and gives him the first sincere smile C.anada’s seen this trip.
“Okay, who’s ready to do nothing?” he says.
...
“Don’t lie to me like that, it’s too much.”
“Who says I’m lyin’?” And he laughs, that same obnoxious laugh he always has, and throws his arms around Kuma to bear-hug the polar bear.
“No, uh-uh. Non. Absolument pas.” Matt shakes his head, slowly, while Al just laughs harder. “Don’t try to convince me. That didn’t happen.”
“‘76,” Al says. “Lucky year. Too damn expensive to bother with another one, officially, but we worked up the extra cash over a couple years, messing with the budget. We still had experiments to run and data to collect, and nobody gave a shit about broadcasting another boring ol’ moon landing. They all knew me by then, and I fit all the same requirements as the other guys. Wasn’t considered part of the Apollo program--called it Selene 1. Just a one-off, just me and the two other guys. Not a lot of public data about it--not that it’s much of a secret. It’s just...no one cared anymore by then.”
#fanfiction#my writing#hetalia#hws america#hws canada#i cant believe i predicted the a.rtemis program in a dang hetalia fanfic...
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1 7 and 13 for the writer asks!
thank you so much for the ask!!! apologies for the delayed response!!
13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?
oooh i have a really hard time writing action scenes. like, anything in same stars is a trial to write bc i just think, ok, the action happens, let's move on. because what's fun in one medium (a first-person shooter video game) can be really hard to translate into another (a longform fic about my OC, Miranda, who i am down to talk about at any and all hours). just... any long-form action scene.
this will probably not be a surprise, but it's easy (well, easier) for me to write dialogue (witty banter? sign me up!!!!) in most any form. i also love a good angst with a happy ending.
17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.
YES YES YES YES THANK YOU FOR THIS YES!!!!!! these will all be about my current wip that i am working on/publishing, i wish to be found. these bullet points below may have some mild spoilers, so the rest of this answer is below the cut!!!!
though this is an au of you've got mail, i changed most everything but the central premise because i don't actually like the second half of the movie that much anymore.
this essentially follows the lore history that i set up in the world will follow after, where yamaguchi and tsukishima don't meet until adulthood. tsukishima's backstory is the same as it is in that au, and yamaguchi's is changed to make it so he was born and raised in tokyo working for his mother's bookstore.
in the world will follow after, yamaguchi mentions off-handedly that he wants to tattoo his right arm with constellations as well. in i wish to be found, a slightly older yamaguchi has actually gotten all of the tattoos he details wanting in that fic.
originally, there was going to be more kagehina, but i chose to cut them in order to focus more on the tsukkiyama, kuroken, and bokuaka storylines.
if yamaguchi and tsukishima are elizabeth and darcy from pride and prejudice, kenma and kuroo are anne and wentworth from persuasion. these are parallels i want to delve into more in a kuroken-specific side story.
speaking of storylines, i got the name for yamaguchi's store and for the bookends company name from fantasynamegenerators. emily is a godsend. their story - that suga was a bookends competition winner that got together with his assigned editor - is mentioned in passing for backstory.
i briefly considered adding a daisuga getting-together subplot, but decided against it for the same reasons as reducing the amount of kagehina.
i look up and save the floor plans/zillow listings for every home location in my stories.
suga's character traits/info in my draft doc is literally just
in the final scene of chapter 1, tsukishima refers to his meeting about the next bookends location as "business as usual." in chapter 6, yamaguchi uses the same phrase during their fight.
the café fight was the first scene i wrote for this story.
tsukishima's message to yamaguchi, "find me when you're ready," is a direct homage to the title, "i wish to be found."
this is a slight spoiler for the chapter i haven't posted yet, but the fantasy world tsukishima creates for his bookends submission is the same homebrew world i created for a D&D campaign that fizzled out. the characters he uses are all NPCs i made for that campaign, too.
i mentioned this in some comment replies, but suga has 100% written, posted, and received commissions from volleyball players to write volleyball RPF. but he only writes about folks who have said they don't care about it. it is the worst-kept secret in the league. everyone thinks miya has read them all, but he swears he hasn't. sakusa has read them all. suna has performed multiple live readings at volleyball parties.
though not all songs i put on my writing playlists can make it into the fic, three that i'm actually bummed i probably won't be able to include are "bruises" by train ft. ashley monroe, "falling slowly" by glen hansard and marketa irglova, and "closer" by joey contreras and brian russel carey.
while this is an au of you've got mail and there are a ton of references to pride and prejudice, this story also ended up having a lot of parallels with the story/musical daddy long legs. both feature characters who fall in love over exchanged messages, with one person aware of who the other is and the other not. i highly recommend listening to it!! yamaguchi references the lyrics to one song, "i have torn you from my heart" ("yes, you've got your freedom, daddy / but you don't have me") when he muses on tsukki's absence in his life ("I have the store. But I don’t have you.") those same lyrics were originally the chapter title for chapter 6.
i also reference the song "the man i'll never be" when tsukishima realizes that yama and yamaguchi are the same person, thinking, "And yet. And yet. Kei could think of nothing more cruel or unkind than leaving Yamaguchi sitting there, alone, waiting for the version of himself Kei pretended to be."
the green sweater yamaguchi wears when he meets tsukishima at bookends is the same one he wears to meet tsukishima in the coffee shop in the world will follow after.
the bokuaka theme for this fic is "stranger" by riley roth.
the kuroken themes for this fic are "right where you left me" and "this love" by taylor swift
tsukkiyama have a theme, but that will be revealed in the epilogue!!!!
if you're still reading this i love you!!!!
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Last May, two special series on Medium were introduced, and you got a friendly link each time a new article was published, for free reading. Now we may have a live chat to clear doubts, ask and reflect together , like in a private course!
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The winner will have a video-chat with me for 30' approximately. Before the date we agree to meet, I will send an email to guarantee the meeting provides practical tools, no matter if you have just a few questions, a lot, none or simply want to have a conversation about the subjects. We may also deepen into the styles when both writing reports and receiving requests and questions about these special topics.
After the video, you will turn one more time in the spiral of meditations, observations and readings, with new horizons in sight!
Joining is very easy. You just need to:
✓ follow TM on this social network (Tumblr)
✓ give an opinion about the article of the special series you are interested in the most
✓ share one of them from this very feed
When doing so, I will contact you to add your name to the list of participants. The raffle ends February 28 and, because of privacy reasons, the name of the winner won't be published. If you were not that person, I will contact you anyway to let you know about it.
Remember you may also subscribe to the newsletter for updates about new raffles and benefits in courses & readings. Benefits are exclusive for subscribers, and you can save them, give a gift or use them on special dates (as you wish). The bonuses you will receive are also personalized according to your preferences when subscribing. It's a free registration and you can join here.
About TM
Hi! I'm Julia, the fortune-teller in TM. You may know me from before, back in 2009 when I was on Tarot Sabio's website, a Spanish and esoteric online store where I used to offer karmic birth chart readings. The website is not available anymore but, throughout the years, the mancias and practical experiences took me to an atheistic and vital perspective I started promoting in offers, series and books.
If you don't know Tres Mancias, the consultancy gathers the I Ching, Tarot and Astrology in an online store since May 2018, offering oracular, esoteric, atheistic and vital readings. Since then, readers have enjoyed brief samples of fortune-telling and birth chart readings related to karma, vital development and free will.
About the publications, one of the most comprehensive series was released in 2019: Compared Tarot, focusing on esoteric topics on each card. For that, three decks were considered: the Aquarian deck by David Palladini, the Egyptian deck by Kier Ed., and the Marseille deck. There are 22 articles, one per major arcana, mentioning details, relationships, esoteric unions and differences between cards, differences that, once joined, many times reveal themselves as being part of the same panorama. The articles were meant mainly to place our perception in the esoteric line and lines we get when spreading the cards, and were written to flow and perceive tendencies in the material, the emotional and the abstract inside the situation we are reading. That's why you won't find any theoretical explanations in the series.
You won't find theoretical references in Astrological Tarot either, another series released one year later, in 2020. As you see, it gathers the Tarot and Astrology, more precisely Kier's Egyptian deck, being used for vital developmental readings on a birth chart. The harmonic resonances between planets are translated in relationships between arcana, for instance between The Priestess, The Hermit and Justice, in a sequence reflecting the series of karma: the echoes between the Moon, Mars and Saturn. Taking as a reference the rising sign of a birth chart, each article is a narration about how to develop it by following the planetary echoes of its ruler. For each sign, it is mentioned the arcane associated and the processes starting development, how what is awakening is expressed, how the energy is oriented to reach a greater consciousness and perception, and how the psychic resonance finishes.
During the same year, and along with the offer of private Astrology courses, some notes were added to introduce the specific perspective of esoteric Astrology, which among other things points to the expression of the signs across different tones of the Zodiac. The astral was the first introductory article, mentioning the relevance of astral energy to start a reading about evolutional development.
A year later, in 2021, a new brief series was released about how to include free will in the perspective, another of the esoteric topics to read on a birth chart. Free will in Astrology I was the first post of four, with many technical references to advance on our own when reading, with autonomy and according to specific interests.
In May 2022, during TM's anniversary month, two special series began on Medium: Astrology & Karma and Astrology & Esoterism, with free access to comment, share and pose questions. Now, during February, you may join the raffle to clear questions and share opinions. Remember all the series and books are freely promoted and distributed, including the book Astrology and fusions. The three Zodiacs (the reading material for the esoteric Astrology course). See here the list of available series and books to ask for.
If you want to contact me, just send a message here and I will answer personally, as soon as possible.
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