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nightgoodomens · 11 days

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I really thought they'd keep things under wraps until GO3 was released. Big companies like Amazon don't like their actors causing a fuss or being caught in a "scandal", but man oh man looks like things are blowing up in the Sheenantburg "polycule".

Well I wouldn’t jump the gun yet, this doesn’t mean they’re coming out, but I think it might mean they’re not going to play along the new hetero game.

So let’s look a little bit at the timeline, shall we?

David goes to Cali for three weeks. We get content from GT - a video taken giving impression he wasn’t aware, sort of paparazzi shots, some from very far away, a miserable pic of him. He has fun with his kids but there’s nothing GT/DT. Before the trip we already had weird vibes from GT with her constant knocking DT down and having nothing to say about him winning apart from a repost without a good word and then burying the story within shit. Lots of break up songs too, but we were questioning is she reads the lyrics, however, it was weird how the lyrics were always about the same thing.

MS goes to Disneyland. DT goes to Disneyland. At the same fucking time.

Both get a chance to create a happy family image. Separately.

I mean, well, that was deliciously blunt but worked out so so.

Neil pops in to tell everyone that David and Michael are still very much in love just before Assembly and the era of hetero begins.

We figure out why the “happy happy” desperation from AL - Assembly gets released where MS chokes out he’s happy, and then focuses on talking about David and gives it all. AL loses it a little - she tries to interact with fans to push the happiness, reposts articles, fights with Swedish media… it doesn’t work out. While she makes Assembly about her, MS makes it about what mattered. He does not help her.

DT doesn’t help GT push the happy image either.

A blind gets released by Enty. Clearly about them. Stating the women are trying to push the happy family image in Disneyland while men would rather be together.

During the Blind and Assembly stuff, men remain separated. Until Oliviers happens.

GT posts two stories, one telling RadioTimes off for the nice article about DT, then praising one that called DT’s impression “deranged” - on that video she took without his knowledge most likely.

Oliviers, the PR save-the-hetero (aka oh-fuck-the-blind) show happens, where everyone expected some MS/DT action since DT was nominated and MS was announced as the presenter, instead it turns into a circus. The men don’t meet on the red carpet, DT stopped from going back, DT/GT are told to act like in fresh love only for DT to fail the “camera” moments, they’re sat right in the front to be visible playing the game and they overdo it, all it ends up with is MS soft looks at DT, as far as I know DT wasn’t shown at all which BAFTAs would never.

GT (who’s always escaped red carpets is now pushed by PR) tries to recreate the “look into my eyes for the camera” moment from BAFTAs, but DT doesn’t play along. AL pushes with the arm stroking, but MS doesn’t play along.

Two interesting things happen - highly photographed moment of DT sharing a hug with another man, who of course wasn’t MS. And MS presenting an award to someone else. Both felt like attempts at rewriting the history but all they did was highlight the real deal. Because they didn’t play along. Especially MS.

Media focuses on the women in an insane way considering they’re nobodies at Oliviers. Ladies post about the day as if it was their day. Pic with the men gets withheld until the fandom reminds them that they are here for the guys and so with a snark the women post the pic. Finally MS/DT look soft and happy when they’re with each other. MS stands with DT.

Interesting to note, there was no usual “preparing” pics and videos of DT from GT.

DT doesn’t win. GT posts a pic calling him a loser, he looks like he’s on the verge of a mental breakdown on that pic. I don’t know what happened, but he did not look… well.

Even the “normal” fans wince at the caption. She doesn’t even make it a story or anything, it’s right there as a post. Too bad she didn’t create a post when he won Critic’s Choice for his Macbeth (exactly what he was nominated for at Oliviers too), instead reposted a story from another account, added nothing, and buried it within crap. But “loser” got a whole post.

There was also a pic with a fan where DT doesn’t look well either.

GT and AL focus on promotion of themselves.

Yesterday a blurry video gets released of GT slapping her hand at DT to silence him, MS ready to silence her instead, and DT basically pointing at MS and standing closer to him. (Video up to your own interpretation). Sort of felt like it added context to DT looking the way he did at the end of the night.

No usual home selfie either.

And today. David’s Birthday.

GT showed what lovely posts she can create about people she cares about recently. While her story for DT “thanks for being born” was the kindest thing she’s done because for once she didn’t include an insult or “humbling” him, it was quite… well, nothing. Song choice was questionable. The story was cold. The picture was old.

We waited whole day for a post but no. We expected Cali pics, home pics… nope.

Not only she only created a story, right after she also posted HBD for an actress whose birthday wasn’t even on the same day, just to keep her theme of burying anything DT related that wasn’t about GT. But she’s done something interesting on that story - called the actress her favourite tv wife for DT and hashtagged don’t tell MS.

Honestly I just rolled my eyes. Nobody in the fandom would agree with her and trying to take a dig at MS… bad move.

RadioTimes is full of love for DT all day. And so are other accounts. Love is pouring from every side. Somehow GT isn’t keen to repost those articles.

Suddenly AL pops in with a story. And what a story. Not only she’s looking at DT cutout while holding a card “WINNER”, MS is standing between DT and GT, and the caption is “To my partner’s HUSBAND”. Not tv wife. Not “My wife’s husband.” This was just about DT and MS. Song choice has interesting lyrics too:

“There ought to be a law against

Anyone who takes offense

At a day in your celebration”

Winner not loser? Husband not tv wife? Anyone takes offense?

BAFTAs pops in to share a video of MS/DT of DT giving a glimpse of how they have met 20 years ago. Neil pops in to share on tumblr David being called Michael’s husband. You know the they’re-still-in-love guy.

GT reposts the story without a word and buries it. She doesn’t post anything for DT.

So what happened? It’s up to your interpretation.

Mine is this: They were meant to bury the rumours, hence massive hetero show for Oliviers, MS didn’t play along since the beginning, DT tried but fell apart, they snapped, GT took it out on the men, MS snapped back sick of her shitty posts about DT, the same way he did end of last year.

Seeing the way GT acted during that blurry video and today… I think she lost control and now even AL doesn’t side with her. But that one she also only has herself to blame for. And I wonder… who tipped off Enty?

What’s next? Not sure. Clearly PR’s new hetero idea didn’t fly. But was the joy only allowed for DT’s birthday? Or this is it, they won’t play the game anymore? What’s up with GT/DT, are they done but will play the game for the big events or done and won’t pretend anymore either? Am I going to be surprised if hetero bullshit happens anyway? Nah. Anything can happen now, I feel. But this day and what happened during it is a fact. Whatever damage control happens, if it does, won’t erase what happened today.

Interesting!

#NightGoodOmens talks PR

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mncxbe · 5 months

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Hiiii i hope you have a great day! I love your blog 🥰 been living my best y/n days lately hahaha

If you don't mind, may i request for chuuya with reader who is a photographer. One day the reader scouted him on the street, not knowing about him at all, just mesmerized by his appearance. So I'm wondering about how Chuuya would be someone's muse. Definitely got inspired by your chuuya x painter!reader one haha.

Thank you so much ^^

Ps: can be sfw or nswf up to your imagination; please feel free to ignore this request if you don't feel like doing it^^

omg anonnie this!!! chuuya's got such model vibes I cannot even he could make it to the high fashion. also tysm I'm so happy I can make your Y/N dreams come true♡♡

it's a normal thursday afternoon and chuuya's walking down the streets of Yokohama, idly scrolling on his phone when you randomly stop him and ask if he's interested in having a few pictures taken. at first, he's a bit confused and suspicious but after you tell him you're a photographer and really love his style, he agrees. after all, a few pictures can't hurt.

the two of you walk to a neraby park. getting everything in place; you tell him how to pose and all and soon enough you manage to take a few good shots.

when you show him the photos chuuya's quite taken aback. he didn't expect them to turn this good: his scarlet hair paired perfectly with the yellowing autumn leaves in the background and the warm sunlight~ engulfing him in a veil of gold. it is mesmerizing. he simply stares at the little screen of your camera, mouth agape and you can't help but chuckle.

"there's just something about you, a certain energy you give off. i'd love to work with you more, if you're interested" you propose, giving him that sweet smile of yours.

and of course he's interested. how could he say no when he has the chance to work with someone so talented?

over the next months chuuya visits your studio from time to time. due to his busy schedule, your photoshoots are quite rare but still the highlight of your week. you both enjoy working together; you are calm and collected, don't pry too much into his personal life and he's receptive, always eager to try any new ideas you might have, your perfect muse.

and oh, how many ideas you have. for those blissful couple of hours in your studio chuuya can forget about his life and become something else; a black and white 90s supermodel, a pop of colour on a white background, an angel in the garden of Eden, whatever you want him to be. with each outfit you make him try on he turns into something else, something of your making and he loves that.

despite your constant pleas he refuses to let you use his picture for exhibitions or contests; after all, his identity needs to be kept secret. so instead you hang them around your studio~ little 3:2 pictures adorning your walls, lined up like celluloid scenes in an old picture movie.

with each evening you spend together chuuya finds himself falling more and more in love with you. it's not only the way you walk around the studio with your camera hanging around hour neck, gently biting down on your lower lip as you try to find the perfect angle for a shoot or how you always offer him a glass of his favourite wine when he comes over; you're his own form of escapism. you're funny and sweet and creative and see him for everything that he is and could be, not as a mere criminal working for the Port Mafia. he can talk to you for hours without getting bored too, which is something new.

things progress and one evening, after an especially tiring day at work and a few glasses of wine, chuuya finds himself entangled with you on the plush couch in your studio; worshipping every inch of your body just like you do with his on camera. it's heated and messy and he loves it so much he just can't get enough. and neither can you.

from then on, you two meet for reasons unrelated to work too; he drops by to bring you little gifts or flowers as a sign of gratitude, takes you out to dinner, visits art galleries with you and takes you on weekend get-aways. and so your muse becomes your friend and your lover. your one and only.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #chuuya fluff #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya

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isthedogawolfdog · 8 months

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I just saw a reel on Instagram, which I absolutely refuse to link because I don’t want to give it more views so I attached a recording of some of the more relevant parts above, but basically this woman (who I assume was a photographer due to the cameras and such) was in the middle of the Arctic doing who knows what. She starts off the video saying something “incredible” happened, and the footage then cuts to her being surrounded by roughly 13 wild wolves. Yeah, you read that right. Due to the poor quality that is my recording, I’ll try and break down what’s happening to the best of my ability.

Throughout the video you can see that the wolves seem not quite quite laid back, but aren’t scared. The wolf closest to the camera at roughly seven seconds in is regarding them with a look that kinda says “hey, what’s this?”.* All the wolves are either walking along on their path, or taking a closer look, not necessarily circling the two individuals but definitely keeping an eye on them. This is probably due to them not seeing people at all prior to this experience. Now, I know that might sound odd, but some areas in the Arctic or places super far north in general have wolves that just haven’t seen people. There was a documentary (which I forget the name of) that covered researchers interacting with a pack who hadn’t seen people. There was also a book (Never Cry Wolf by Farley Mowat) published a while ago that dealt with a pack similarly. When described, the behavior in both the book and documentary kinda reminds me of the wolves in this video.

A quick look at the animals tells me these people aren’t in any real danger, however, should the wolves get more curious and get closer things could probably get a bit tricky. Wolves being naturally neophobic, attacks on humans from healthy wild wolves are slim to none these days. Plus, you really shouldn’t interact with wild animals no matter what they’re acting like. Preferably these people would’ve tried scaring them away the second they saw them approaching (acting aggressive, maintaining eye contact, and whatever you do, don’t run!), but instead, we had to have a Disney princess moment.

In the extremely rare chance that the wolves had seen these people as food, we would be seeing more quicker movement, heads below their shoulders**, various behaviors to test and see whether the people were fit enough for a snack, etc. though this is not the case here. So why, might you be wondering, is this bad if the wolves aren’t hunting the people and the people aren’t interacting with the wolves?

Well, you should never, never, interact with wild animals like this, which if you’ve been following my blog for a while now you probably already know. These wolves, if they so happen to see people again, now associate people with something they can get close to without them getting hurt, which works great if you want a cool selfie, but isn’t good if you are a park ranger, a worried parent, or any other person in a position of authority really, let alone if you have a gun. Historically, if a wild animal (especially a wolf!) gets too close to people, they get shot. It doesn’t matter if the animal was exhibiting dangerous behavior or not, people can’t risk it. Basically, wolf getting closer to people and realizing they can do it without problems = them trying again at a time where things are different and people think “oh no, big and wolf!” and kill it.

I’m not sure how the encounter ended, but later footage shows the wolves farther away rallying as a group, so I assume everything went okayish despite the obvious errors. TL:DR, these people are endangering these animals with their need for a cool video, don’t be a Disney princess, and stay away from wild animals even if they look friendly.

*the wolf closest to the camera has its ears kinda flat and to the side, this is called airplane ears by some biologists (yes seriously) and it is a sign of uncertainty.

**fun fact: theories vary, but some have guessed that prey animals can tell whether a wolf is hunting from whether or not their heads are below their shoulders or not! This would explain why we see videos of wolves calmly walking passed a herd of elk while they stay rested, and why other times the elk will bolt as soon as they see the predator.

#wolves #wolf

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natsfirecat · 2 years

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Ruined Photoshoots

summary: natasha is adorable, whether she admits it or not

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

word count: 758

warnings: none, lmk if i need to add any!

“Head lower,” “Chin up,” “Turn to the side,” “Perfect,”

You poked your head around the corner, quickly moving back at the bright flashing lights going off again and again.

You leaned forward, paying extra attention to the photographer so that he wouldn’t notice you. Then, you practically tip-toed a few steps forward until you reached a wooden table.

At the clicking sound, you quickly ducked behind the chair. Gripping the side of the table tightly, you patiently waited for the flashing lights to stop.

When they finally did stop, you pushed yourself up to get a better view of what was happening without getting caught.

There, you finally saw the scene. Your lips automatically curled into a grin at the sight of your girlfriend posing for the camera.

Natasha held her knife up and tilted her head to the side, staring straight into the camera lens. Her eyes were cold and dark, as if she were staring down an enemy mid-battle.

You noticed the tiny lines near her eyes, which looked similar to that of when she was playing Mario Kart with you and got hit by a red shell.

“So adorable,” you muttered under your breath. You couldn’t help but blush at the memory, especially when you thought about how she shoved you off the couch when you called her anger cute. You seemed to be the only person in the world who thought her ‘scary’ looks were the cutest thing ever.

In the midst of getting lost in your thoughts, you failed to realize they had stopped shooting. You were only brought back into reality at the clacking sounds of Natasha’s boots heading straight towards you.

“Detka, what are you doing here?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well you see, I missed my girlfriend,” you replied nonchalantly.

“I missed my girlfriend too,” she replied. “But I was planning on coming back to our room once this was over and watching Grey’s Anatomy together,”

“I didn’t wanna wait,” you said, shrugging. “And you looked super cute just now so it was totally worth it to come and see you!”

“Hey! I wasn’t super cute! I was a badass! I am a badass!”

“You are, but you’re my adorable badass!”

“I don’t think the knife gives off adorable vibes,”

“But your little tough fighter look does!”

You stood on your tiptoes, cupped her cheeks, then leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her nose.

“You’re just adorable!”

Natasha stuck her bottom lip out and furrowed her eyebrows. She stared you down the same way she stared down the camera just now. You simply looked at her with pure love and adoration.

“I…need to get back,” she said, taking a step away from you and back to the photography background.

Seeing as your presence was now known, you decided to sit on top of the table instead. Your legs swung back and forth as you rested your chin on your hands.

With each pose, your heart eyes seemed to get bigger. Every time the camera clicked, a new memory came to mind.

Natasha holding Liho the first time she saw her The way she looked at you with pride when you learned a fighting move she taught you When you became girlfriends and couldn’t resist the urge to kiss one another for at least three hours afterwards

You heard a loud sigh from the photographer, distracting you from your daydreams.

“Miss Romanoff, I need to see the Black Widow here. What you had earlier was perfect,”

Her cheeks turned slightly red, but she nodded in understanding.

Then, she looked back at the camera and held her knife up again. Try as she might, her tough looks would never scare you.

Her face hardened, and your face softened. Out of the corner of her eyes, your smile shone brightly.

Her cheek muscles tensed up, and she furrowed her eyebrows even further. Her girlfriend wasn’t right behind the camera, smiling her down. Her heart wasn’t melting at the way you looked at her. Nope, not at all.

“Miss Romanoff, do we need to take a break?”

She let out a long sigh before nodding.

“Same time tomorrow?”

Within a split second, she made her way over to you and wrapped her arms around your waist.

“You’re no longer allowed at photoshoots,” she said against your neck.

“Aww,”

She brought her thumbs along your cheekbones, then leaned her forehead against yours.

“You’re adorable,” you told her.

“No I’m not,”

“Yes you are,”

A long moment of silence passed.

“Only for you.”

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moongurl95 · 1 month

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Chapter 9 – Secrets of the Restricted Section

It was a sunny day that afternoon in early September, though the breeze coming through the Black Lake made the air cool and the gentle waves that could be heard lapping at the nearby Boathouse almost managed to lull Beatrice into a nice nap following her rather eventful morning and the hearty lunch she just had from the Great Hall—

“Enjoying ourselves, aren’t we?” Came the teasing tone from her companion, to which Beatrice could only hum in acknowledgement as she let her eyes close a moment too long before she could respond, “I quite like this view, Sebastian, thank you.” It reminded her of days back in the convent when she’d sneak down the cliffs to swim by the sea…

“I’m curious though…” Sebastian’s voice had her blinking past her drowsiness as she leaned back onto the gazebo’s railings, tucking her legs beneath her on the stone bench where they sat, the open book on her lap failing to hold her attention for much longer.

“About…?” She’d rested her chin on her hand in an attempt to stifle a yawn, finding amusement instead in having had observed how Sebastian scribbled away at his Charms homework, the tip of his tongue peeking out in concentration just moments ago. There was something charming about him, truly. Beatrice just didn’t know what to make of the Slytherin as this was, by far, the longest time she’d spent in the company of any boy her age. Mother Superior would have surely scolded her ear off had she seen her now, unchaperoned, no less.

“You mentioned your… Nana, being the one who raised you to be aware of Magic— does that mean she was in Ravenclaw too?” Sebastian’s question seemingly chased away any thought of rest from her sleep-addled mind as Beatrice weighed her next words.

“I— assumed she was… She— never really talked much about herself before marrying my grandfather. I actually only have this to go by…” Beatrice then slowly pulled out a simple bronze locket, the eagle intricately engraved on its face seemed to be enough evidence to her claim. She never dared to wear it before though, only kept it close to her person in fear that any of the Sisters might catch a glimpse of the enchanted moving photographs inside…

“May I?” Sebastian had asked, clearly intrigued as he held a hopeful hand out. Why not? She supposed there was no real reason now to hide any magical object in a Wizarding school, after all. In fact, the only thing she had to keep from doing right now was giggling at Sebastian’s poorly concealed attempt to try and find any similarities she shared with the only photos she had of her Nana and mother.

She remembered her Nana having a sternness to her features, while fair for her age at the time the photo was taken, was held back by her hair always kept in a tight bun. A sharp nose only accentuating what Beatrice would recall to be a mostly solemn pair of blue eyes, that looked out from the monochrome photo— no trace of a smile but just tilting her face towards the camera.

Beatrice had sometimes caught a far-away look cast upon her Nana’s face, though she was never privy to her past in the Wizarding World, she doubted the older witch was anymore aware of such a thing called Ancient Magic... Her mother however was a curious case.

A young lady, no older than Beatrice, smiled gently back from the photograph, Roséline Hayes had a calmly face which was softly framed by pale wavy locks of hair— Beatrice had nothing to go by other than this photo, but she found her mother to be quite pretty. Nana had also once remarked with a wistful smile, how her mother took mostly after her grandfather, and seeing how Beatrice didn’t seem to have inherited the fairer features from her maternal side of the family, this only cemented the fact that she might have taken more after her faceless sire, only adding to her Nana’s additional grief.

“Have you tried asking your mentor about her? They may have been contemporaries during their time at Hogwarts?” Sebastian had asked further, turning the locket over as if he’d find any more than what only the pictures offered.

“Professor Fig doesn’t recall of an Aileen who looks like my Nana. Although admittedly a first name is not much to go by if I have no idea of the maiden name she used to carry before then…” She trailed of as if in afterthought, “But enough about me, what about your parents? Was any one of them sorted into Slytherin?” Beatrice hastily chose to change the topic then, reaching for the locket in Sebastian’s hands as she carefully pocketed it.

Her companion thankfully let the matter focus on him instead, almost bashfully rubbing at the nape of his neck before he responded, “Only my uncle actually. My father was a Gryffindor and mother was a Ravenclaw, wasn’t the least bit surprised when the Sorting Hat gave us options.” He paused then, as if hesitating what to say next, “But like I said, Anne made the decision for both of us when she decided to befriend Ominis and I followed suit. I garner it’s the same for your case?”

“Likewise. Though what you said about the Sorting Hat giving you options, had it also mentioned anything about Hufflepuff?” Beatrice did wonder about the fourth house decked in vibrant yellow.

“Ah, our friends who are loyal to a fault, with patience being their virtue. The Sorting Hat may have also mentioned something along those lines to me before…” Sebastian had chuckled as if in remembrance before casting her a teasing look, “But the way I see it, ironically goes against what we’re planning later tonight…”

Beatrice awoke to the insistent chuffs from Hermes as he pulled at the strands of her hair, she had to quietly wave him away as she blearily tried to make sense of how much time had passed when she looked towards the hourglass by her roommates’ side of shelves— thankful that it was a quieter way to track time as she mostly heard Constance’s and Samantha’s soft snores of sleep.

Stroking the heart shaped down that lined Hermes’ feathered face, Beatrice gave him his treat for dutifully waking her up as she had instructed him to, before she quietly pushed open her bedside window to let the barn owl fly off into the night. Casting one last look at the journal entry she’d made about the day, Beatrice silently slipped on her school robe as she carefully made her way out of their dorm room…

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Keeping her footfalls light as she made her way up the wooden stairs and into the Common Room, Beatrice had only just passed by the armory guarding the staircase to the girls’ dorms when she’d then heard footsteps coming down from the stairs behind her. Thinking to back away further into the adjoined room by the fireplace, Beatrice held back a gasp as a hand came out to cover her mouth from behind, gently guiding her to crouch by a wooden trophy case beside the entryway curtain.

It wasn’t until the dim lighting had shown who it was did Beatrice try to even out her breathing, nodding as the other had raised a finger to his lips, motioning her to keep quiet before he’d let go of her as he stood straight and acted like he was just about to round the corner meeting the approaching footsteps, “Larson, all clear here?” Beatrice now recognized the haughty voice that spoke up first.

“Yes, and I’d also checked outside for anyone who couldn’t answer the riddle before curfew.” She saw Andrew reply lightly from her vantage point, not risking to confirm the identity of the other boy he was talking to.

“Can’t have the moonminds costing us more House points, after all.” A scoff, before the other had continued, “That gives me an excuse to use the Floo Flames then, you’re sure you aren’t coming to the Prefects’ Bath tonight? I heard some ladies were actually expecting you.” Beatrice couldn’t help but raise her brows in intrigue upon hearing the last part being said.

“I’d rather not, Fawley. Someone needs to wait for our Housemates to get back from their Astronomy class.”

“Suit yourself. Got the pick of the crop yet you’d rather be the nice lad that finishes last.” Their upperclassman left with a taunting laugh before the whoosh of the Flames had signaled Fawley’s departure.

Beatrice had watched Andrew’s tense posture slowly relax before she’d slowly straightened from her hiding spot and moved closer to him, “So… Popular with the ladies, I hear.” She’d tried for a lighter approach, but Andrew only frowned further as he shook his head, “It’s like an initiation for the new Prefects for the year actually, not quite the type of crowd I’d find myself fond of, really.”

It was his turn then to raise his brows, “But don’t think I’ll let you off the hook too easily.” Crossing his arms, Andrew now regarded her fully, “Please tell me you aren’t off to another Hidden Corridor or whatnot for the sake of another’s trivial sense of worth.”

“I see you’ve also heard about that then…” Beatrice may have caught wind as to what happened after she’d given Duncan his “proof of courage”, though the bespectacled boy had been wise enough to steer clear of her after making such comments about Blood statuses of all things.

“Turned him into a right prat, that he did— all bark and now would probably bite too. Will most likely have to intervene these days once Everett decides to snatch that damn leaf out of Hobhouse’s pillow.” Andrew rubbed at his temple, clearly looking troubled with the situation that Beatrice now felt quite remorseful, she had unwittingly caused it after all.

“I’d have to apologize Andrew, but I really need to go tonight, it’s… actually for myself this time— I promise to make it up to you in some way… Please?”

“I see, well...” He gave her a look as if in utter concentration before sighing, “Would it trouble you to grace me with your time this weekend on a trip to Hogsmeade then?”

That made her blink, she had already made plans to go there with Sebastian this weekend, so it definitely wouldn’t hurt to bring another friend along, “Of course, I’d be happy to.”

“Great! Then might I suggest using the Floo on your way out?” She watched as he gave a quick glance to the nearby grandfather clock before decisively saying, “Drop by at the one near the Divination Classroom and carefully make your way down the spiral staircase once there, it’d be a safer way to get to the Central Hall from here.”

“What—?” Before Beatrice could question how exactly Andrew would know where she was planning to meet Sebastian for the night, the blond was already quickly guiding her towards Ignatia Wildsmith’s bust, his last words of advice only intriguing her more before the Flames had engulfed her.

“And Beatrice, try to put your trust in people more, alright?

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Trust. Sebastian had really found it surprising that Professor Weasley had entrusted him with escorting his new classmate only yesterday, but then again, wasn’t it Beatrice herself that requested his company? And here he was again, having been the one she first thought of to ask in accompanying her in this curious search… He wondered what it really was she’d be looking for down there in those dusty shelves of books— most of which Sebastian himself had scoured over in his search of a possible cure for Anne’s curse.

It was obvious Beatrice was keeping something big from him— no matter how confused she was on casting that powerful blast of magic yesterday, Sebastian was sure it somehow related to why that goblin had Rookwood chasing after them in The Three Broomsticks. He’d risk assuming that Beatrice saw him as someone reliable at this point, but he needed to give her a reason to trust him with her secrets…

Sebastian thought this through silently as he just about relaxed his arms on the balustrade behind him when a flutter of robes caught his eye and there, silently making her way down towards him, was the subject of his current dilemma— the dim light silhouetting her form seemed to give her an even more enigmatic approach to which he’d felt his heart skip a beat, again. Sebastian tried to brush it off by smiling teasingly her way as he raised a finger to his lips, motioning for Beatrice to quietly come over to where he stood, “See there? That’s the door that we need to reach.” He nodded towards the Library’s left entryway, “And those annoying prefects would love nothing more than to rat on us to Scribner, so don’t let them see us— understood?”

“I can be sneaky. Let’s go.” She’d responded with such contained enthusiasm that Sebastian had to hold back a chuckle.

“Hold on now. There’s a spell you should know— the Disillusionment Charm. Good for getting places you’re not supposed to be. Cast it, and you’ll appear as little more than a trick of the light. Just as long as you keep your distance and stay quiet.”

“You mean I’ll actually be able to turn invisible?” Her eyes seemed to gleam like emeralds now as Sebastian watched her excitement form.

“Something like that. It’s not as foolproof as a cloak, but those are expensive. And spells— spells are free. Give it a try.” He wasn’t sure if this was one of the spells Fig had at least taught Beatrice over the summer, but Sebastian made sure to slowly show her the proper wand movement before he’d cast the Disillusionment on himself.

And while Sebastian wasn’t surprised at her getting it at the first cast, he had raised an eyebrow— or two— at observing how easily Beatrice even incorporated the use of Basic Cast to distract the prefects away from their respective posts. She really is good at being sneaky… He’d thought in amusement though remained quiet as a Jobberknoll following after her down the stairs leading into the Library.

It wasn’t until they entered though that Sebastian kept himself from bumping into Beatrice, “Blast. The librarian’s still here. Quick, behind the bookcase.” He’d grabbed at what he assumed to be part of her sleeve but was momentarily shocked to be met with the warmth of her hand, but he instinctively held onto her tighter as he pulled her into hiding before they’d cast off their Disillusionment.

“Damn.” Sebastian couldn’t help but curse quietly as he looked past the bookcase’s corner.

“You told me the librarian would be gone by now.” Beatrice hissed anxiously at him.

“I said ‘usually’, but it’ll still be all right. Do you see her desk behind me?” At seeing her terse nod in response, Sebastian had calmly continued instructing, “The key is in the drawer of that desk. Now, here’s what we’re going to do: I’ll create a distraction to draw her away, while you focus on getting the key. I’ll meet you outside the Restricted Section.” He’d finished, nodding over to the fenced-off area of the Library.

“Wait, why do we need a key? Isn’t there a spell for this?”

Sebastian met Beatrice’s obvious question with an almost sheepish look before answering, “Alohamora? That’s how I always used to get in, but the librarian twigged that I knew the spell and cast an Anti-Alohamora charm on the lock. So now it’s just this key.” Shrugging as he met Beatrice’s troubled look, he quickly tried to alleviate her worries, “But don’t worry. I said I’d get you in, and I always keep my word. Trust me.”

He felt her hand squeeze his back in understanding after he’d assured her, only now noticing that he’d been holding her hand all this while, “You distract; I get the key. Understood.” The way she’d gazed back into his eyes had him quickly pulling his hand away from her, hoping he’d cast his Disillusionment fast enough that she hadn’t noticed the way his face seemingly burned up. Sebastian attributed his racing heart to adrenaline as he quickly searched for a way to lure Scribner away from her desk, focusing on a chair as he quietly murmured Confringo to blow it up into smithereens.

“Is someone there? Is that you, Peeves?”

Now sure to have caught Scribner’s attention, Sebastian hastily drew away from the mess he’d made and anxiously waited for Beatrice by the locked entryway to the Restricted Section, hoping she really was as sneaky as he first observed her to be— “That wasn’t so difficult after all.” He relaxed somewhat upon glimpsing Beatrice’s shimmering silhouette cast in Disillusionment, quickly but quietly unlocking the gate, “Now, to find that book.”

Upon entering, Sebastian curiously observed as Beatrice’s silhouette quickly pilfered through a chest by the corner of the staircase after she’d murmured Revelio, only stopping her when she’d tried to reach for a book on their way down, “That one’s charmed to look more useful than it is. It’s fooled me twice. Never judge a tome by its cover, I say.”

“A tome had floated out of Scribner’s desk when I was getting the key. Thought for a moment it’d scream bloody murder when I saw my name on its page.”

“Ah, that would be the Book of Records, keeps every borrowed book in check— even the Restricted ones. Did you ask it for the title you’re looking for?”

“I actually don’t—"

Sebastian had to interrupt Beatrice as he quickly pulled her back towards him before they rounded the corner on the next floor down, “Ghost. Don’t let her see you.” He’d whispered, only then inadvertently realizing he’d grabbed her by the waist as he tried to get his mind to focus on making a distraction, but Beatrice beat him to it by casting at an armor across the room. He didn’t have time to wince at the noise that might even attract Scribner’s attention from upstairs, because Beatrice had now grabbed him by his hand and was swiftly leading them past the ghosts.

“Should be in the clear now. No need for us to be skulking about.” He’d huffed out a breath as they descended, casting off his Disillusionment before Beatrice followed suit, a dazzling flush evident on her cheeks as she smiled at him with barely contained excitement from their shared rush of adrenaline.

“So… What is it you’ve been looking for?” She’d asked in a hesitant tone as they continued their way down the stairs, seemingly not wanting to prod, but Sebastian had by now expected her to ask him that at one point. He thought on his response though, not wanting to see the usual look of sympathy being cast his way, especially from her who he felt the need to impress…

Waiting after she’d murmured a Revelio upon the section they’d just entered, Sebastian settled on giving her a vague but truthful answer, “I’m looking for a cure to help my twin sister, Anne— so that she can return to Hogwarts. Because Merlin knows everyone else has given up.” He’d waited then to see how she’d respond, dreading she’d only look back at him with pity evident in her green gaze, but instead she’d looked up from her Field Guide to cast him a look of confusion.

“Why do you think you’ll find a cure in the Restricted Section? Does the Hogwarts matron have nothing that can help Anne?” This was a start. She hadn’t dismissed his plight with baseless words of comfort, in fact, she even sounded like she’d taken his words in disbelief as she continued to search the area they were in.

“No. We’ve tried everyone from Nurse Blainey to St. Mungo’s.” He tried to explain, watching with a hint of curiosity as she’d pulled out a jangling pouch of what looked like Galleons from a chest she’d opened, “But I can research on my own. No need to concern yourself with that right now. Let’s focus on what you’re after. Which is what, precisely?” Sebastian pushed the pouch of coins back towards her as she tried to offer it to him in full.

“I’ll know it when I see it.” She’d countered just as vaguely, counting the pouch’s contents before she seemed to pocket a portion of it then insistently pushed the rest into Sebastian’s hands.

“You’re being awfully cryptic.” He’d caved, not wanting to push back but equally just as frustrated, despite having accepted the pouch of coins she’d offered.

All Sebastian could do for now was silently watch over Beatrice as she gleaned pass books, skimming through titles and tapping on the ones he’d assumed might have caught her interest— the latest causing him to raise an eyebrow, “Secrets of the Darkest Arts? I’m impressed.”

He caught himself from saying more though as he carefully eyed Beatrice’s reaction to his comment— half expecting a disapproving look from her— yet she only stared at the tome a second longer, expression unreadable, before moving away. Interesting was one thing, but now Sebastian had to wonder just how open Beatrice was to learning a few darker spells— something told him she’d need it…

Entering a door in the backmost part of the room, Sebastian kept his eyes about, he always thought this area to be just a place of storage for the whole Library, he’d doubt Beatrice would find anything worthwhile here. Though he began to second guess himself after she’d cast another Revelio upon the room, before heading towards what looked to be a chest just inconspicuously placed on a tabletop.

More miniature than the previous ones he’d seen her pilfer through, Sebastian couldn’t help the look of disbelief on his face upon seeing the wand handle Beatrice had pulled out— there illuminated by the nearby desk lamp was a handle that looked to be exactly like his own! “Would you look at that… might just as well be the original piece, don’t you think?” He’d murmured, still not quite sure himself.

“I didn’t think I would take you seriously the first time you mentioned these wand handles back in Hogsmeade, but this is my 4th find, so what are 38 more? Might as well make space for this collection, won’t you agree?” Beatrice’s lighthearted tone only left Sebastian more flabbergasted.

“I’m sorry, did you say 4th? Wherever did you find the previous ones, if I may so ask?”

“I found my 2nd one in a similar chest much like this in Professor Fig’s classroom, though the other two were given more as thanks from Cressida Blume and Zenobia Noke after I’d— well, assisted them in recovering some personal belongings of theirs…” She’d replied almost sheepishly.

Before Sebastian could ask her more about it though, he was quick to pull Beatrice behind him as a nearby hanging armor came crashing beside them. The thunderous clashing of metals was enough to make them hold their breaths as Sebastian waited to expect the worst, their shaky exhales the only thing that could be heard between them. He waited seconds before deciding to cast Reparo but was all too suddenly interrupted by a malignant entity popping through the bookshelf right across from them.

“Who have we here? Sebastian Sallow and his new little friend, out exploring where they shouldn’t be!” Came the shrill voice, mocking them by even waving a finger in front of their faces, “Naughty naughty, you’ll get caughty!”

“Peeves, don’t you—” Sebastian’s voice was merely cut off by the nasty poltergeist’s incessant yammering whilst floating away, “I’m going to tell! I’m going to tell! I’m going to tell!”

“Blasted Peeves. I’ve got to stop him, or at least get to the librarian with a good excuse for all of this.” He grumbled, pulling away from his hold on Beatrice as he was about to hunt down the annoying fiend, when he felt a firm tug on his robe sleeve.

“Wait. I— don’t want you getting into trouble for me.” She’d look at him then, a troubled expression clear on her face as she gazed up at him, seeming unsure. Did she doubt he’d be able to handle this predicament or maybe she was wary that he’ll blame this all on her?

“I have a way with the faculty when it comes to disciplinary matters. Besides— I like having friends who are in my debt.” Sebastian chose to teasingly assuage her on both accounts, “Now, go. Good luck with your search.” He offered her an encouraging smile before turning away, off on a search of his own as he couldn’t help but grumble, “Now, where has that damned poltergeist got to?”

If his memory served him well, Sebastian did hear Peeves boisterously chanting about being trapped and confined in a jar once, and while he might be tempted to do just about that to the poltergeist, Sebastian dreaded the thought that he’d ultimately get expelled from Hogwarts after the chaos it’d most likely cause. He doubted even Ominis could save his hair after that— and although he had an inkling his friend knew where Sebastian was off to again, the sightless blond had absolutely no idea that Sebastian would not be going alone tonight on another trip to the Restricted Section.

Having found it already suspicious that even the couple of screeching ghosts were now gone from their posts on his way up, Sebastian thought it wise to keep himself under his Disillusionment as he maintained a peripheral view of the Library from the upper floor. Choosing to position himself away from The Old Librarian’s portrait, Sebastian crouched by the balustrades’ edge as he mulled over the most effective Silencing Charm he could use on Peeves— he had doubts if Oscausi would work on making an incorporeal being’s mouth disappear, but perhaps a simple Silencio might work—

“Guess who’s in the Restricted Section, asking for another round of detention? Of course, it’s none other than Sebastian Sallow, but can you guess the other fellow?”

Damn. Sebastian watched with growing dread as he saw Peeves finally come out of hiding, trying to catch Scribner’s attention, though since the garishly dressed ghoul was more known for his penchant for causing mischief and mayhem, the old witch hadn’t paid Peeves much mind at first. Thinking fast, Sebastian cast at the nearest object between the Library’s shelves on the lower floor where the poltergeist was weaving through— he needed to stall Peeves there long enough to shut him up.

Swiftly but silently taking the spiral stairs down, Sebastian kept a mocking interval of casting on random objects to make it sound like Peeves was the one causing all the ruckus, while also keeping the poltergeist distracted enough away from Scribner.

“What mess are you causing again now, Peeves?!” Scribner’s shriek sounded close enough that it jolted his focus from his Disillusionment and caused Sebastian to miss casting the Silencing Charm on the poltergeist by a mere good millimeter, which only resulted with Peeves weaving around him mockingly before—

“Sneaking in the Restricted Section— again!” Scribner now shrieked from behind Sebastian as he turned to face her, “I had thought we were through with this mischief. Clearly detentions are insufficient. I’m afraid I must take this to the Headmaster.”

Sebastian felt his blood chill then, about to make her see reason, “But—”

“That being said, Peeves informs me that you didn’t come alone tonight.” Scribner interrupted him, not wanting to hear any more excuses as she set a piercing look on her weathered face, “If someone has coerced you, I would have you tell me.”

For a moment, Sebastian glared at Peeves’ gloating smile before trying to meet the Madam’s stare, though he quickly had to look down in fear that she might notice his worried expression wasn’t exactly for himself but for someone else’s safety…

“You’re a bright boy. Don’t waste this.”

He remembered Beatrice’s almost searching gaze as she looked up at him, unsure, before they’d parted ways. Sebastian just realized what had crossed her mind then, but he now knew how he was going to answer if he was planning to win Beatrice’s trust. “There was nobody else. I came alone.” He’d met Scribner’s gaze then, straightening his shoulders as his voice answered with clear certainty.

“Oh, Sebastian.” The expected look of disappointed on her face came as no surprise to Sebastian as she tutted at him, “What will your uncle say?” The mention of his uncle as Scribner walked away made dread settle in the pit of his stomach, enough to not even care as Peeves blew a raspberry to his face.

Just as he was about to follow the librarian out to be escorted by the Prefects back to his Common Room though, Sebastian spotted the telltale flutter of cobalt blue robes moving away from a lower bookcase. He was glad to know Beatrice would get out of here safe, especially is she used the Library’s Floo Flame back to her tower, Sebastian just hoped she didn’t get into more trouble after this…

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Colour : Jimin

I think about Colour : Freedom part of the photo folio a lot. It's literally my roman empire. I think about it at least thrice a day. (Contd.)

Perhaps I wouldn't think about it so much if it was just for an album concept. But we know that all photo folios were self directed. The members had full creative freedom and creative help. Jimin decided to show us 'parts of himself'. He called this particular look 'unrefined boy' and even compared this look to HYYH concepts. For some reason, Jimin has always been attached to HYYH, that album holding a very special meaning for him. Even tattoed 'young forever' on himself. I digress.

So they had full creative freedom to decide the elements put into this photoshoot. And one CANNOT argue that he just did what the stylists asked him to. Jimin won't let these elements into a photoshoot that shows sides of 'HIMSELF' if he wasn't aware of the implications. The lights, the symbolism, the outfits, the temporary tattoos, the props. I repeat, these photos are not for an album or a magazine or a song or a commercial. They're just to represent him. Some other members decided to do more conceptual/fictional shoots- jk with vampire aesthetic, V with vintage european aesthetic, jin with concepts related to sea. But Jimin clearly said he wanted to show different sides of himself.

Now one might say, he was just trying to show his 'gender neutral charm'. But there are so many ways to do that, instead of inserting obvious queer elements. We have other 'gender neutral' charm artists and kpop idols. He could have just shown the feminine and masculine sides, busts of artemis, apollo with gender neutral clothes. But he had to write 'free love' on his arm, and wear THAT t-shirt.

Same with the Robert Mapplethorpe pants in Like Crazy MV. He won't wear pants with some dude's face on it, for the title song about his own experience, for an album about his own self, and NOT ask the stylist about the face on his pants. The same pants that will be immortalised in Youtube forever in his debut title track MV. Jimin knows who that dude is. A 1-minute google search will tell you that Mapplethorpe was a well known celebrity photographer, famous for striking bnw photos and controversial shoots. Notable ones being - the one where he blurs the boundaries of genders, female and male nudes, gay male BDSM photography etc.

I remember how once there was massive backlash on BTS because one of the members was seen wearing a tshirt with the Japan atom bombs attack print on it with the text 'liberation of korea'. I might be wrong. But that made a lot of noise and even a BTS radio show in japan was cancelled. So you cannot tell me that bts members are not careful with what they wear, especially after that incident.

I know a lot of 'woke' armies said we shouldn't assume things about him. But..we aren't blind either. So I guess it's -

If you get it, you get it. If you don't, you don't.

We'll never get to see all the layers of his personality on camera and that's alright. And no, we'll never ever get to know any possible queer life experience related to him. (Keyword: possible) There are limits to what he shows to fans.

Thinking of putting down some more thoughts on the entire photofolio. I observed there's a story in it too. Maybe someday.

PS: I hope you realise that I'm not talking from a shipper perspective. That is about something Jimin is actively expressing, not about what fans speculate/analyse. This post is about Jimin and Jimin only.

Tags are only for me.

#colour jimin #jimin thoughts assistant

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neon-lights-and-glitter · 1 year

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Christmas Trees & Gingerbread Houses

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Jackharlow: Went to get 1 Christmas tree, ended up coming home with 3.

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Yourusername: Jackharlow They are going to be so excited.

Urbanwyatt: Wait, who took the 3rd photo?

Jackharlow: Urbanwyatt Paisley did.

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Yourusername: Urbanwyatt She's been taking so many pictures lately, saying how excited she is to show you them.

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Yourusername: Jackfan75 Once Olive realized it was edible, she started to eat hers and the candy and then helped me with mine, then Paisley saw Urban light his on fire, and gave up on hers to help him because she wanted fire and we wouldn't let her have fire on hers.

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Yourusername: Urbanwyatt Yeah, I think they ate more candy than they decorated with.

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bellafragolina · 2 years

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Now stop with the death of s/o, poor men suffering THREE times!

An imagine where they met their descendants instead, s/o's alive and have a happy family with them, proof? *yeets their descendants to their faces*

Hey!! It’s not just me!! Requesters out here helping me with ideas on how to make them suffer. We’re a community!!

But also this is super sweet I love it they’re gonna be so sappy about it

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Laventon:

The rifts are strange things. He never imagined to be caught in one, but such things happen. The Alabaster Icelands are hellish on a good day, and the Avalanche Slopes are precarious as is. So a rift? Might as well occur. He steels him, gazing around at the swirling discoloration around them along with the Security Corp members. He won't let a rift stop him from getting you a Blissey. Not now, not ever.

But then he notices a person in the rift. They're not fully there, mere flashes of someone, but he can see them. Hear them introduce themselves to someone he can't see. Hear them call themselves Laventon.

A descendant? Laventon rushes towards the person, desperate to see them. He nears, and watches as they gesture behind them.

"And here you can see the work done by my ancestors, Professor Laventon and the Hero of Hisui."

Laventon collapses to his knees, sobbing in relief. You have a child, you have descendants! You're not going to perish to your illness. You'll get better, you'll love him, marry him, have children with him. He's overjoyed, so relieved, and eager to get back to you, to tell you. He fumbles his camera, snaps a photo of the person smiling before him, then rushes onward. He needs to find a Blissey, and neither hell nor high water will be stopping him.

Ingo:

Calaba has forced him out of your shared hut, to go gather her some herbs and leeks while she assesses your condition. He moves slowly, mind worrying over you, trying to think of things he can do. He almost doesn't notice the rift forming around him, but then someone cries out

He whips around, and spots the person amongst the sparks of lightning. They're shouting at someone he can't see, but he recognizes the silver of their hair. The silver of their eyes. They introduce themselves by your name, seemingly proud

"I'm named after my ancestor!" They boast.

Ingo wails. A descendant, one that looks like him and is named after you. You two have children. You're not going to leave him alone, no, you're going to give him a family. He swears then and there to never let you want for anything before rushing back towards his home. He casts one glance to his fading descendant, then makes haste.

Calaba tells him you're not getting worse, but he doesn't hear her. He rushes to your side, kisses your head, and thanks you for being so strong. He owes you his life

Cyllene:

She's going through your bag. You fell sick so quickly after returning from a survey that you had no time to unpack it or anything. So with careful consideration for your things, she goes about removing rotting berries and sorting through the strange things you've brought back from rifts and the ruins

One thing she finds is a photograph. It appears old, frayed around the edges, but still somewhat visible. It's a small family, parents and a child, but the parents heads aren't visible. The child. . . looks so much like you. They have your smile and everything. She flips the photo over to see crisp writing

Captain Cyllene of Galaxy Team with Hero of Hisui and their Child

Cyllene drops the photo, her hands slapping over her mouth. You must've found this in a rift, bringing back to show her. You have no idea the value of this photo, knowing that you will have a child together. You will recover, you won't disobey her orders. You will be okay.

It's more than she could ever ask for

Volo:

He's out getting you medicine from the other guild members when he sees the final flares of a rift blaze out. He finds himself moving towards it despite his goals, desperate for a distraction from all the sorrow that seems to haunt him nowadays

He searches the general area, finding colorful glass, but also. . . a wrapped present. Addressed to him? He picks it up, careful with it, and reads the tag. Yes, it's for him, from you and. . . a name he doesn't recognize. He carefully peels open the present, and finds a small book inside, labeled as an album. He opens it, and nearly drops it out of surprise

Inside are various pictures of the two of you, but you look far older than now. A child is squished between you in most of the photos, with the same name as on the tag, pictures ranging from the child as a baby to their tenth birthday. Your child. You have a child. This is an album of photos of you and him with your child. Volo glances up at the sky

"Thank you, Arceus." He breathes, chest tight. "I won't forget this."

He needs to get that medicine and get back to you, stat. You both have so much living left to do, and he's not going to waste a second of it

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<3 I love fix it fics. Also, sorry for not having them actually meet the descendants. I thought it would be fun to try and make it more realistic, with the rifts being so strange and everything. <3<3 Hope you like it!

~Renee

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mxttiasdotsys · 15 days

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I finished my 3rd Daedream patch which...my camera makes extremely difficult to photograph. This one is available for sale ✨💤

I went with normal threads and adding metallic sparkle threads this time round. I'd have liked to simply do the hair thing by the template and individualise each sparkle location on the patch differently, but that meant displacing the existing threads in some cases. So I guess going forward I'll have to roughly pre-plan sparkle location before the colors are down. I tried a new way of pre-stitching some colors to keep the template as intact as possible this time round, as well as to help remove the interfacing safely down the line, and I think it might have helped? I also heavily debated on the main hair body lower lilac color being more pink hue, so I think I'll try that thread combination instead next time. My first ones used green felt backing, and I thought pink would be more fitting. I doubt I'll use pink again, as it blends with the outlines a bit too much.

#palworld #daedream #embroidery #fanart #my embroidery #my textiles #my art

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ask-jay-gatsby · 25 days

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Dear Mr. Gatsby,

You're no bother at all, these new things take time to learn. And I'm here, willing to talk to you, so whatever questions you have, ask. If not me, I'm sure another could answer. If anything I should be apologizing for my stream of check-ins, I'm sure you're busy.

As for the camera, it's a bit complicated. The camera is already built into the cellphone, just like the YouTube being a smaller way to see moving pictures, it's a feature of the cellphone that takes the abilities of a completely separate device and uses them in a smaller scale. As I said, the lens of the camera embedded in the cellphone should look like one, or a couple, black circles.

To access it, there should be something similar to the red circle you used to get to YouTube. This time it should be a circle with an image of a grey rectangle, with a small trapezium on top, with a circle in the middle. If not, it might instead be an image replication of the dark lens of a camera. Which one it is depends on the type of cellphone, so try to see if you can find either of those. Once you find it and press it, the view from the lens should be able to be seen. Then you just point it where you want, and press the circle that will appear just below the showing of the view from the lens.

In terms of film, this one doesn't need it. The cellphone remembers the photographs taken for you. To be able to see pictures you've taken, again like the YouTube one, there should be a small image, this time it will look like a colorful pattern. All colors of the rainbow combined into a circle shape with a few gaps. Press on this, and it will take you to the collection of photographs taken.

Actually getting physical copies of the photographs taken is a whole other ordeal, but I'm sure we could get you the technology needed if you wanted that. But, I think I've given you an overwhelming amount of information for now, so I'll leave you to it.

Good luck with the photography,

-A.H.

POST: LONG ISLAND, NY. 1 AUG 1922

Dear A. H.,

Apologies for the late response. I've been otherwise occupied. Nick and I went out on the hydroplane yesterday evening and did not return until we were out of gasoline.

I did not show him my telephone as I thought it might be too much for him—and I believe he prefers books as it is—but perhaps next time I entertain him, I'll be able to show him a film or something of the sort. Perhaps I'll even take some photographs. As it stands, I did ask my butler to photograph me just now. If I can find a way to print it out, I will send you a copy. Sincerely and gratefully,

Jay Gatsby

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Paralyze.

Chapter 14

Today was Monday, and this was also the last day before the summer vacation.

I was sitting on my desk, with my head hidden in my arms while everybody was talking amongst each other. All the while my mind was replaying Izuku's words. Yes. I couldn't stop thinking about that the whole weekend.

'Do you... like Kacchan?'

I mean, I have a crush on him! But that's it, I swear...! But then again, maybe I do like him in that way. In a... 'I want you to be my boyfriend' kinda way.

But Bakugou didn't like me, I don't think he likes boys either. Although I didn't have to date anyone before to know I like both guys and girls.

When the bell rang, everybody sat down on their seats right as Aizawa slid the door open, "Sit down when the bell rings."

He started to talk, but I didn't pay any attention, he said something about the exam results and how everybody was going to the training camp anyway. But then he said ''extra classes'' and the happy ones who failed but still got to go suddenly got depressed again.

After that, Aizawa gave us some kind of guide with a list of things we might need, went to sleep yet again and the girls started talking. At the end of their talk, it seemed like everybody agreed to go to the shopping mall.

And even if I didn't want to, I had to go, I needed to buy some things.

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So now, I was having my phone blown up by Bakugou's messages while entering the mall with everyone. Kiyashi Shopping Mall.

The rest of my classmates debated about what they had to buy, but I decided to go on my own. I searched around trying to find the right store and my phone began buzzing again when I entered it.

I huffed and took it out of my pants' pocket.

Lots of messages from an angry puppy.

Kit-Kat;

(L/n)!!!

Answer me fucker!

(L/N)!!!

Asshole, I'll kill you! DON'T IGNORE ME!

(M/n)!!!!

I hate you, cocksucker.

Cocksucker? How did he know?

My own thought made me chuckle and I quickly covered my mouth with my hand. My (left/right) hand was about to reply to his angry texts, when the buzz began again, only to have his contact popping up on my screen.

For a few moments, I contemplated his contact picture.

We were under the tree in his backyard after training and the sun was setting, his red eyes looked at the sky and I was gonna photograph that scene, but he turned and looked at the camera the exact moment I took the photo. He had jumped on me to delete the picture, but I didn't let him.

My phone was still buzzing, so I quickly picked up.

"You dimwit, why were you ignoring me?! I hate you!" I had to keep my device away from me or he would have exploded my eardrum, the other few people in the store turned to look at me and I smiled sheepishly at them.

"Would you calm down, Bakugou? People are staring at me," I walked down an aisle to look for the thing I needed.

"That's what you get for ignoring your only friend," his tone was a teasing one, and I laughed at the image of his prideful smirk.

"Whatever makes you sleep at night, hedgehog," Bakugou growled and I chuckled again.

We kept talking some more while I was looking for the damn thing I had to buy, which was on the other side of the goddamn store. Now I had one more thing and it was the one I was dreading the most.

A pair of swimming trunks.

But before I could go and buy it, an emergency alarm went off.

"What is that?" I heard Bakugou's voice ask me.

"I have no idea, but I gotta go, see you in a bit Katsuki." I hung up before I could hear Bakugou's answer and I headed to where the rest had told me to meet -I had encountered Shoji and Ojiro while I was roaming around the stores, so they told me-.

When I got there I could see some of my classmates around Izuku, so I got close too.

"What happened, Deku?" He looked up at me and I noticed his frightened face.

"One of the villains from the USJ was here," I turned to Uraraka, who answered me instead.

Oh yeah, the first villain's attack at U.A, also known as the USJ attack. It didn't feel right for me to be here, I hadn't been there, I hadn't lived what this class has lived. Another thing that would keep me separated from the whole class.

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"...and that was the alarm you heard." I plopped down on Bakugou's bed after I explained to him what happened at the mall.

"That damn Deku always have to cause trouble," I chuckled at his words and he groaned at me. "What?"

"Look who's talking." He yelled a 'Huh?!' and jumped at me.

I managed to grab a hold of his wrists and turned us around. He struggled under my grip as I had pinned him to his bed while laughing, but then, I realized the position we were in and my face erupted in flames, Bakugou seemed like he hadn't noticed yet and I released his wrists, sitting beside him and looking away so he wouldn't notice my flustered and nervous expression.

"I could have freed myself, I didn't need your pity," he pushed my head down and angrily ruffled my hair.

"Ow, Bakugou! Let me... go! You ass!" I couldn't pry his hands off my hair, so I had to try something else. My barely open eyes tried to look for something and I noticed how closed his torso was.

Tickling...

"Tickles!" I exclaimed and I moved my hands to his sides, poking his skin over his clothes.

"Ah! No! Stop!" Bakugou yelled stopping his own attack on my hair and held my arms, but he couldn't push me away because soon began laughing loudly and freely. "Ahahahaha s-stop i-it, i-i-idiot!"The noise of his cute laugh made me look up at him.

So happy... my eyes were scanning his whole expression, printing it inside my happiest memories, and recording the noise of his laugh as the most beautiful singing of angels.

I didn't want this to end, so I kept tickling him a bit more until he fell down on his bed squirming and laughing.

A big smile made its way to my face and I felt my heart thumping rapidly inside my chest. "I-I can't b-breathe, ahahaha... stop, (M-m/n), hahaha."

I changed my mind and stopped my tickles, giggling too at his contagious laugh. He was breathing heavily, a tiny chuckle getting out every now and then. Bakugou turned his head to look at me.

Damn it... he looks so cute yet hot.

His eyes were watering and his face was red, the sweat glistening on his skin due to the warm weather and his panting.

"Shit..." I mumble to myself, having to turn my eyes away so I won't end up doing something I'll regret.

Why do you make me feel like this Katsuki? Every time I see you... the more I want you.

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