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jungwoniics · 3 years

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: ̗̀➛ 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 | 𝐍𝐑𝐊

↦ pairing: nishimura riki / niki x reader ↦ genre: fluff ↦ w/c: 3076 ↦ warnings: mention of y/n getting beat up ↦ a/n: hi everyone! i haven’t posted in quite some time cuz i was busy with my exam 😩 but now that they’re over (yay!!) i’ll try to post more often HAHA 😃👌🏼 but yes, so someone had suggested for me to write a sequel for ‘we get along just fine’ so here it is! i hope you enjoy it! (honestly, i kinda had a hard time writing the ending, and i don’t think it turned out great so 😞) yes, any feedback would be much appreciated! 💗 ↦ synopsis: Nishimura Riki and Y/N's friendship hadn't worked out, and they were both doing fine despite having no contact for almost a year. But the universe seems to have another plan for them when they end up partners during a school trip to Australia. Their friendship begins to flourish like it was before. But will it work out this time? ➵ taglist status: open — send an ask or dm! ➵ taglist (permanent): @enhacolor @meraniki

“Oh, good. You two are here.”

It was 8.30am. Yes, you were late for school. Coincidentally, Niki was also late that day, but for a completely different reason. While you were rushing to school, Ms Maeng was briefing the class on a school trip to Australia. For obvious safety reasons, she had instructed the class to find a partner for the trip.

And the ones left without a partner? You and Niki. Sighing, you apologise to Ms Maeng for being late before making your way to your seat. “I picked the wrong day to be late,” you whisper under your breath.

“You sure did,” Eunji, who was seated next to you, replies.

Just as a recall, you and Niki used to be best friends before he won that dance competition he took part in, which apparently was his ticket to becoming the “popular boy” in school. The two of you were no longer friends until you were assigned partners for a science project.

He had requested for a do-over of your friendship, which you declined after finding out that he had a girlfriend named Areum. Why? Because you had a crush on Niki. Besides, it was basic courtesy for him to tell you about his girlfriend after not talking for quite a while.

Now, it’s been close to a year since the incident and the both of you have gone on with your respective lives. But now the universe is making you cross paths as partners again. Just that this time, it was for a school trip that was supposed to last for a week.

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“Alright, everyone, please fall in line. When you get on the plane, please sit next to your partner,” Ms Maeng instructs as everyone moves about to find their respective partners.

Taking your seat by the window, you take out your headphones and make yourself comfortable in the seat. Oblivious to the ruckus outside the plane, you were caught off guard when Niki suddenly throws himself onto the seat next to you.

Glaring at him, you say, “Could you be a little quieter? It’s not a playground.”

“Well, if you had waited for me before getting on the plane, I wouldn’t have had to search high and low for you before being told you’ve already boarded the plane,” he returns the glare.

You just scoff in response.

As the plane takes off, you watch silently as Niki makes himself comfortable in his seat, texting his parents and sister to let them know that the plane was taking off. How sweet. A small smile appears on your lips. Realising your thoughts, you shake your head vigorously. Ew, what is wrong with you, Y/N?

Niki turns to look at you weirdly. Embarrassed, you give a small, awkward smile. “Hey, do you wanna watch a movie together?” he suddenly asks as he reaches for something in his bag, revealing two pairs of dual connectivity earphones.

“No, thanks. I’m good,” you reject his offer. As you were about to put on your headphones again, you see a red light on it before it powers off. Great. You had forgotten to charge your headphones before leaving.

Niki was still watching you as you fiddled with your headphones, as if trying to find a way for it to magically recharge. Eyebrow raised, he hands you a pair of earphones which you silently take, thanking him softly.

You watch silently as Niki connects the earphones to his iPad. He clicks on a movie before setting the iPad down on the hand rest. “Does it have to be Spiderman?” you sulk as Niki leans back comfortably.

“You’re welcome to sit here quietly with nothing to do,” he replies, giving you the stink eye.

Rolling your eyes, you sigh, “Spiderman it is.”

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After hours, you suddenly hear Niki calling your name. “Y/N, wake up. We’re here,” he says softly. Opening your eyes, you realise your head was resting on his shoulder. Bolting up in shock, you gasp.

“Come on, we gotta go,” Niki grabs his things and gets up to leave the plane. Nodding, you gather all your things to leave. Only noticing the jacket that had slipped down to your thighs, you frown. This isn’t mine.

“Y/N, hurry up!” you hear Niki shout out. “Coming!” you shout back as you grab the jacket along with your other belongings.

As you step out of the plane, you see Niki waiting with Eunji and Sunoo. Approaching them, you extend your arm towards Niki, “This is yours, right?”

He briefly looks at the jacket in your hand before looking up at you again. “Wear it. You’re feeling colder than I am.”

Before you could object, Sunoo points to the hairs on your arm that were standing up due to the cold. Sighing internally, you put on the jacket.

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“Whoa, this room is sick!” Niki exclaims in awe as he opens the door to the hotel room the two of you would be sharing. Yes, you have to share a room. But the good thing was there were two beds so that settles everything.

Following closely behind Niki, you gasp as you enter the room. Closing the door behind you, you walk around the room as Niki immediately jumps onto the bed, making it creak. “Riki, you’re gonna break the bed,” you say as you make your way to the other bed.

Setting your things down, you take a seat on the edge of the bed. Niki sits up and looks at you, scanning you as if you were the weirdest thing he has ever seen. Feeling awkward, you slowly get up, “What?”

He shakes his head, “You just seem… different.” He continues observing you as you take off the jacket you still had on. “Did you grow shorter?” he suddenly asks, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I did not!” you exclaim, shoving Niki’s jacket into his hands. Laughing, Niki follows you out to the kitchen where you began boiling some water. “You’re still so cute when you’re mad,” he suddenly comments, a chuckle escaping his lips.

Not knowing how to respond, you remain silent, not turning to look at him. Before Niki could say anything more, the doorbell rings.

While Niki walks off to answer the door, you make your way to the couch, lying down on it as you switch on the television. Hearing the door close again, you look up. “Was that Ms Maeng?”

“Yeah, she says we don’t have anything going on for the rest of the day,” Niki replies as he takes a seat on the couch, slapping your feet off.

“So I’m stuck in this hotel room with you till tomorrow?” you sigh.

“Hey, it’s not fun for me either,” Niki rolls his eyes.

✦❘༻{ 𝐄𝐍– }༺❘✦

The next morning, the sun slowly seeps through the curtains and onto your face. Squinting your eyes open, you lazily get out of bed as you hear the doorbell ring. You open the door to reveal a very cheerful-looking Ms Maeng.

“Good morning, Y/N! I hope to see you and Riki at the restaurant in the lobby for breakfast? But you prefer to stay in for the morning, that’s fine too! We’ll be heading out to the beach in the late afternoon,” Ms Maeng says enthusiastically.

Rubbing your eyes, you nod. “Thank you, Ms Maeng.”

She smiles at you, peeking into the room before whispering, “Is Riki not up yet?”

You just shake your head. Nodding slowly, Ms Maeng smiles mischievously, “Well then, I guess we shouldn’t disturb him, should we?”

“I think I just might, Ms Maeng,” you laugh.

“If you do, bring him down for breakfast, alright?” Ms Maeng says again before taking her leave.

After taking a shower, you move the curtains away, hoping the bright sunlight would wake Niki. But he doesn’t budge. Rolling your eyes, you make your way to his bed.

Tapping his shoulder gently, you call out his name. “Riki. Riki, wake up.” Still not awake, you smack his arm. Hard. “Riki, get up.”

“Ow! What was that for?!” he immediately sits up on his bed, glaring at you.

“You wouldn’t get up. I had no choice,” you just shrug, not regretting your actions even the slightest bit. Leaving the room, you hear Niki groan, “It’s only seven?! What is wrong with you? You’re such a pain in the butt.”

You could hear him lying back down in bed, but you couldn’t be bothered to wake him up again. So you grab your things as you open the door. “Fine, sleep all you want. I’m going down for breakfast,” you shout to Niki before shutting the door behind you.

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As you were eating breakfast and chatting with Sunoo and Eunji, someone suddenly approaches your table. Looking up, you see Niki standing there, all dressed up in his usual T-shirt with jeans.

“Oh, Niki, sit down! We actually just got our food!” Eunji greets him, gesturing to the seat next to you.

He slowly sits down next to you. You could feel his gaze on you but you continue talking to Sunoo without sparing a glance at him.

As the four of you were eating, Sunoo could sense that something was amiss between you and Niki. Sunoo quickly finished up his food before gesturing to Eunji to accompany him to get more food.

“But I’m not done with my food,” Eunji groans.

“Eunji, please~” he says again, discreetly gesturing towards you and Niki.

Eunji rolls her eyes but agrees, getting up to leave. Now, it was just you and Niki. You kept your eyes on the plate in front of you. You didn’t want to look at him or speak to him. Not after what he said to you back in the hotel room.

“Y/N…”

No, don’t look at him.

“Y/N, look, I…”

No, keep your eyes on your plate.

“Y/N, look at me.”

Damn it.

You turn to look at him. Taking in a deep breath, he continues, “I’m really sorry about what I said earlier. I didn’t mean it. Really. I got pissed and I know that’s not an excuse. I just… I’m really sorry.”

You remain silent, shocked that he actually apologised. Since the two of you stopped talking a year ago, he’s never apologised to you. Not once. Despite all the idiotic things he had done.

Maybe he changed.

No. They never change.

But maybe he did.

“Y/N? Please forgive me,” he says again when you don’t reply.

“I forgive you, Riki.”

You turn back to face your plate. But as you did, you could’ve sworn you saw a smile creep across Niki’s face. And instantaneously, so did you.

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“Wow, it’s getting dark really fast,” Niki comments as the two of you follow Ms Maeng who was leading the class to the beach.

You look up at the sky, enjoying the slight breeze. “Y/N, look, there’s so many people camping here!” Niki suddenly says, excitedly pointing at the multiple tents put up near the coastline.

Niki rushes to the front while you walk slowly a distance behind him, admiring the beautiful scenery unfolding around you.

Busy watching the vast spread of water in the distance, you didn’t realise that the class had stopped walking. You suddenly bump into someone’s back, catching yourself off guard.

“Whoa,” Niki turns to face you. “Watch your front, Y/N. You okay?”

“Sorry. I’m fine,” you answer, backing away from him.

“Don’t walk behind me. I won’t know if you get kidnapped with you walking so slowly behind,” he says as he pulls you next to him.

You turn away from him, unsure what to say. And that was when you caught Areum’s eye. Oh, yes, a recap: Areum is Niki’s girlfriend. And also the cause of you refusing to restart your friendship with Niki.

✦❘༻{ 𝐄𝐍– }༺❘✦

The trip to Australia ended faster than you imagined. And it wasn’t half as bad as you thought it would be. Now you were back in school, talking to Sunoo, Eunji and Niki as the four of you ate.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you tell them before walking off.

As you entered the bathroom, you see Areum with her group of friends gathered in front of the sink. They turned to look at you.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t L/N Y/N,” a smirk forms on Areum’s lips.

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One whole lesson had passed and you were still not present in class. Just as Eunji, Sunoo and Niki were about to leave the classroom to find you, Ms Maeng steps into class.

The trio returned to their seats, anxiously watching the door as if that would make you appear. “Where is Y/N?” Ms Maeng suddenly asks, looking directly at the trio.

But they just shrug. “The last time we saw her was just before she went to the bathroom during break,” Sunoo says.

“In that case, Eunji, would you please go to the bathroom and check if Y/N is there?”

Eunji nods, getting up. She immediately runs of to the bathroom to find you seated in one of the cubicles, unconscious.

“Y/N? Y/N, get up! Y/N,” Eunji shakes you vigorously until you open your eyes.

“What? Where am I?”

“You’re in the bathroom. Y/N, what happened?” Eunji looks at you in worry.

You had bruises everywhere. You winced as you tried to get up. Then you remembered. Areum. And her group of friends. They beat you up. Why? Because Areum thought something was going on between you and Niki.

Which, obviously, wasn’t the case.

“Y/N, you have to tell me what happened,” Eunji says again.

“I got beat up.”

“By who?”

“Areum… and her gang.”

“Areum… as in-”

“Niki’s girlfriend,” you both say at the same time.

“Why would she do such a thing?”

“Eunji, you cannot tell anyone about this. No one,” you emphasise, looking her straight in the eyes.

“Y/N-”

“Eunji, please, you gotta help me.”

She nods reluctantly, “Alright. So what now?”

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You wait patiently for Eunji to return to the bathroom. “Hey, uh, you two go ahead. I need to go to the bathroom,” you could hear Eunji say from outside the bathroom.

“Can’t we just wait for you? What if you disappear like Y/N did? We still don’t know where she is,” Sunoo says.

“Come on, I’ll be fine. Go on,” Eunji waves them off.

“Fine, but I’m going to Y/N’s house in case she’s home. I just wanna know if she’s okay,” you could hear Niki’s sigh.

As you hear footsteps fading away, Eunji opens the bathroom door. “Come on, we have to go.”

She helps you up, carefully guiding you out of the bathroom and back home, making sure to keep a lookout for Niki and Sunoo.

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Despite your house being a couple of blocks away from school, you took about an hour to get there. Eunji unlocks the door and slowly brings you inside. She almost lets go of you when she sees something on your couch.

Or rather someone.

“Niki,” she breathes out.

“You know, you got a lot of nerve lying to me and Sunoo like that,” he tells Eunji, leaning back on the couch.

“Niki-”

“I’m not talking to you right now, Y/N,” he cuts you off.

“What is wrong with you, Eunji? She got beat up and you chose to keep that from us? We were worried sick about her. Did you even know that?”

“Niki, stop. She was just doing what I told her to,” you interrupt before he could say anything more.

“Why?”

“Because… Areum’s your girlfriend.”

You look up at Niki. You knew he was pissed; you could see his tongue poking out of his cheek. “Yeah, well, I broke up with her,” he says, folding his arms. You remain silent, not knowing what to say next. You were glad Niki broke up with Areum, but wouldn’t that give Areum another reason to beat you up again?

As if reading your mind, Niki continues, “Oh and, I made sure she doesn’t beat you up again.” “Thanks,” you whisper.

- flashback (Niki’s POV) -

“Niki!”

I turn around to see Areum running towards me. “Hey, do you maybe wanna get lunch together? It’s been a while since we last went on a date,” she suggests, taking my hands in hers.

“I’d love to, but I have to get to Y/N’s house right now,” I tell her.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. She’s all you care about. I’m glad I beat her up in that stupid bathroom,” Areum mutters under her breath, but I heard it loud and clear.

“What did you say?” I ask between gritted teeth. “You beat her up? I can’t believe this.”

Areum’s eyes widens, “No, Niki, I can explain-”

“There’s nothing to explain. We’re through,” I turn away and walk off. As I did, I saw Eunji with Y/N walking in the opposite direction. She knew where Y/N was, and she lied. What the hell is going on in girls’ brains?

“Niki, Niki wait,” Areum grabs ahold of my hand and I immediately snatch it back. “Go away, Areum. Don’t you understand? I’m breaking up with you. Oh and, if you ever, ever, try to beat her up again… I’ll make sure to call my whole dance crew to beat you and your stupid group of girlies up.”

- end of flashback -

“Riki, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to make you worry so much. I won’t lie to you guys again,” you tell him, watching his every move carefully.

“You promise?”

“I promise,” you shoot him a small smile.

“Come here,” Niki extends his arms out as he pulls you in for a hug. That was how the two of you always made up after a fight. It was just like old times. You were glad everything turned out fine.

“Ow,” you wince when Niki accidentally touches a bruise on your arm.

“Oh, sorry,” he immediately backs away. Looking at you examining your bruises made him burst out laughing. Frowning, you smack his arm.

“You guys forgot that I’m standing right here, didn’t you?” Eunji suddenly speaks up.

You and Niki exchange glances before laughing, “Sorry!”

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weelittleweasley · 3 years

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Transfer Student | Draco x Reader

Prompt: After transferring from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to Hogwarts, all of Hogwarts’ eyes is on the new girl. An American Gryffindor? Everyone wants to be your friend, steal a glance from you, or ask you on a date. Can Draco resist the hype or will he end up all for the new girl?

Warnings: None! Just some fluff and longing looks from bitch boy Malfoy

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: My requests box is very full oh my LORD. I’m trying to churn them out as consistency as possible, so if I skip a day with no imagines, it’s mostly for me to take a breather and catch up on my actual work for my job and school.

America was home, no matter where you were in the world. You grew up an American and lived your life with that culture and their customs. Going to school at Ilvermorny was a treat. Tucked away in the mountains in Massachusetts, it was your happy place, full of other kids from across America, studying magic. But things changed drastically when your father was offered a position at the Ministry of Magic overseas in London. Your parents were thrilled, a prestigious job in a new country; your father accepted the position, no question. You on the other hand were more nervous than anything. Moving meant new school, new friends, new start. Not to mention, if you moved within the country, you would still attend Ilvermorny. But now that you were moving overseas, it really meant a new start with a whole different school with a whole different body of students.

Your mother was insistent that you would be just fine starting at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. “Mom,” you insist, “I’m an American among a sea of people from the UK. I’m going to be a fish out of water. They’ll know the moment I open up my mouth!”

But there was no changing their minds. You were moving to London whether you liked it or not. So you had to say goodbye to all of your friends at Ilvermorny. Although you expressed your anxieties about moving and switching schools, the rest of your friends were jealous of your move. Saying how London was a beautiful city and they were so jealous of all the culture and events happening. It did seem exciting, you always wanted to visit Europe, but not like this.

Soon enough, you were on a plane to London from America, your things packed up and ready to ship you off to Hogwarts. When you arrived, your heart raced with excitement and nerves. London was a little grey and stormy, but it was still beautiful. People most melodically and dressed neatly. Men in suits, carrying around briefcases, heads tilted down as they ran to work. Women dressed cleanly and beautifully, walking to work, in and out of shoppes. Your mother gave your hand a squeeze as your father insisted you took the Tube to your new home.

London was very different from your hometown. Much more hustle and bustle with busy people, but its people were much kinder than Americans. Strangers offered you small smiles as you looked at your surroundings. As you arrived to your new home, you couldn’t help but feel out of place. Everything was different. Even the oven. You couldn’t think about how long it was going to take to get you adjusted to this life. You drag your suitcases into your room, flipping open the latches. “Don’t bother unpacking, honey,” your mom calls. “You leave for Hogwarts tomorrow, remember?”

Your stomach sinks. You couldn’t even get used to your new home because tomorrow you had to get used to your new life at Hogwarts.

The next morning, you arrived at the train station, confused as ever. Your mom and dad walked with you through the station, interrogating you on what to tell the Professors when they asked for your information at arrival. “My name is (Y/N), I’m the transfer student from Ilvermorny, I’m going to be a junior,” you start.

“You’re a sixth year student,” your father corrects. You look at him, confused. “The education system here is different, sweetie. You’ll technically be going into year six at Hogwarts.”

Sighing, you know that this was going to take some getting used to.

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You watched your parents wave goodbye to you, your mother with tears in her eyes. Your heart drops, not wanting to leave your parents to go off to somewhere that was completely foreign to you. As the view of your parents fades, you walk through the train, looking for an empty stall to sit. People sat with groups of friends, laughing, picking up right where they left off. Why couldn’t you have been a first year student? This would have made things so much easier. As a sixth year, everyone had friend groups and you would have to wiggle your way into one.

Finally, you find an empty car and plop yourself down on the seat, laying your head back. Here’s to the start of a miserable year, you think to yourself. You play with the charm bracelet on your wrist that your mother gave to you when you started school at Ilvermorny. The bracelet had a Thunderbird charm on it, the mascot of your house at Ilvermorny, and the same house as you parents. You were a proud Thunderbird, but now you had to be sorted into a new house with a new breed of people. You only hoped that whichever house you were sorted into had the same type of people as Thunderbird did.

As you mindlessly play with the charms on your bracelet, the car that you sat in’s doors slid open. “Are you alone?” a blonde haired girl asks you, noticing you amongst the chaos of the cars around you. “Would you like some company?”

“That would be nice, actually,” you offer her a thankful smile.

The blonde haired girl sits down in the booth across from you, pushing all of her thick hair to one shoulder. “Your accent,” she notices, her eyes widening. “It’s American,” her dainty English accent points out as you blush in embarrassment. “It’s lovely.” You slightly smile and blush, silently thanking her. “Are you a transfer student from Ilvermorny?”

You nod, “Yeah, actually. My name is (Y/N), by the way. I’m a jun-I mean a sixth year student.”

“I’m Luna,” she shakes your hand politely. “I also a sixth year. Look! You’ve only been here for five minutes and you’ve already made a friend in your year!” Your heart swell at the word friend. At least you at Luna to tag along with. The two of you talk for a while, you telling her about America and why your family moved to England, confiding in her about your nervousness about the new school and making new friends. “I’m sure you’ll have no trouble making friends, (Y/N). Everyone at Hogwarts is very friendly. Besides, once you get sorted into your house you’ll make a ton of friends that way!” Your stomach churns. “Do you reckon what house you’ll be sorted into?”

Shaking your head, you reply, “Nope. Back at Ilvermorny I was a Thunderbird. But I don’t know if that means I’ll get sorted into a specific house at Hogwarts.” You reach into your backpack and pull out a pack of Fruit Roll Ups. “Want one?” you open the box to her as she gives you a hesitant look. “It’s good I promise,” you giggle. “If you don’t like it, you can force me to eat a gross British snack,” you tempt as she laughs before taking one from the box.

The two of you sit in the car, peeling open your Fruit Roll Ups, munching on the sticky snack. As you laugh at Luna getting it stuck in her teeth, another person comes to the car door, sliding open, making you yelp out scared, them surprising you. “What’s that?” the red headed boy asks, referring to the snack you munch on. You just look at him, bewildered that he just burst through, no introduction, no hello, no nothing. “Oh, hi Luna,” he smiles as Luna waves. The red headed boy looks at you. “You’re new,” he states as if you didn’t know. “I’m Ron Weasley,” he smiles at you warmly, making every bad thought about him leave your mind.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you reply before tossing the ginger a Fruit Roll Up. He catches it, eyes wide with excitement as he tears it open.

Ron sits next to Luna as he peels his Roll Up. “Your accent. You’re an American,” he points out as he looks to Luna who smiles sweetly.

You tease, “Really? I didn’t notice.” This makes Ron let out a chuckle before eating his Fruit Roll Up in two bites. “I’m a transfer from Ilvermorny.”

“Ron! Where did you go?” a voice calls from the hall. Suddenly, a girl with brown hair, wrapped in a stripped cardigan appears with a worried look on her face. It instantly relaxes when she sees Ron sitting next to Luna and you, wrappers in his hand from the Fruit Roll Up. “Ron, you can’t just interrupt two people’s conversation and then eat their snacks.”

Ron puts his hands up in defense. “She offered it to me!”

The girl rolls her eyes at his antics before walking into your car. The booth was getting awfully full very quickly. “I’m sorry about him. He has the mental capacity of a teaspoon,” she says, making Ron let out an offended hey! “I’m Hermione Granger. You are?”

You shake her extended hand with a smile. “(Y/N), I’m a transfer student fr-”

“Ilvermorny! I heard we were getting an American, but I didn’t believe it! Wow! It’s so nice to meet you,” she exclaims, scooting closer next to you. “Are you excited to be here? Which house do you think you’ll be sorted into? From what I’ve heard about you, you were a Thunderbird, correct? I reckon you’ll be a Gryffindor by the looks of it,” Hermione fires away. You were little taken aback by how forward she was, but you had to admit it was sweet.

All of your fears of not being able to make any friends slowly faded away.

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It has been a week since you arrived at Hogwarts. As Hermione had predicted, you were sorted into Gryffindor, making her cheer out in delight. “Yay! More girls!” she hugged you tight when you entered the Gryffindor common room. “They can be much,” she refers to Harry and Ron behind her with a little giggle.

You had to say so far, you adjusted well to Hogwarts. You did miss your friends back home, but whenever you started to miss them, you found Hermione or Luna and they would always cheer you up and make you feel right back at home. Your classes were interesting, but hard at Hogwarts. Your Professors were all brilliant, some more intimidating than others. Regardless, you worked hard for your grades, doing study groups with Hermione, quizzing yourself with Luna, and spending countless nights in the library.

However, much to your surprise, you were the talk of the halls at Hogwarts. Whenever you were in the hallways, you would feel people’s eyes on you as you walked beside Luna, whispers throwing your name around. Your anxiety grew. What did people think of you? Did they think you were strange? Did they hate that an American was in the school?

It was actually quite the opposite. People were fascinated by you and how charismatic you were. You were kind to everyone, offering people smiles, making conversation in the Great Hall during meals, offering help with studying. You were the it girl of Hogwarts.

That was a new concept for you since you always blended in at Ilvermorny. Maybe it was time for a change. You were getting invited to parties, asked to hang out on weekends in Hogsmeade, and not to mention, you were a few people’s crushes. “Hi (Y/N),” Seamus waved at you with a shy smile.

“Hey, Seamus,” you smile back, brightly, unaware of his blossoming crush on you. His cheeks turned beet red as you wiggled your fingers back at him. Hermione laughs next to you as a bunch of Gryffindor boys in your year watch you walk down the hall, you tossing your hair over your shoulder. “What’s so funny, Granger?” you ask, pushing her shoulder lightly. “Is it so strange that I say hi to everyone in the halls?”

She just shakes her head. “Are you that blind?” she laughs. “(Y/N), nearly every boy in our year fancies you.” You furrow your brows. Hermione groans, knowing you didn’t understand her slang. “The boys all think you’re cute. They’ve got crushes on you.”

Rolling your eyes is disbelief, you enter your History of Magic class. “Yeah, right, Hermione. The day everyone has a crush on me is the day pigs fly,” you plop down in your chair, grabbing your book out of your satchel. “Besides, I’m sure it’s just the new girl crush. It’ll be over within the next week, I’m sure of it.”

Hermione looks at you knowingly. “(Y/N), you’ve been here for two months now.” You just ignore her comment and continue getting ready to take notes for class. “There’s no denying that you are the popular girl,” she teases you as you fake gag. “I’m serious. I dare you to flirt with anyone in here and see their reaction,” she whispers to you.

You look around the room to see who would be the person most likely to shoot you down if you flirted with them. Two desks over was Blaise Zabini sat next to Draco Malfoy. You smirked and nudged Hermione as if to say watch this. “Blaise?” you ask, his head shooting up to look at you. “I think I forgot my quill. Do you have one I could borrow?” you bat your eyes at him.

A cheeky grin comes across his face as he hands you the one in his hand. “Forgetful today?” he smirks as you giggle. “You can borrow my quill any day,” he winks at you as Hermione fake gags, making Zabini rolls his eyes.

“Why don’t you ask Granger for one next time? The mudblood is always prepared,” Draco speaks from behind Zabini.

Anger rises in your chest as Malfoy laughs about your best friend. “Why don’t you just keep your fat trap shut and cry to daddy about how much you hate this school, Malfoy? No one wants to hear it out of you, least of all me,” you spit before turning away to do your work. Hermione smiles as you, squeezing your hand. “See? Malfoy doesn’t have a crush on me!” you tell her, making her laugh.

Meanwhile, Draco glares at Zabini. “Don’t tell me you fancy the American girl too.” Zabini keeps his mouth shut, knowing what’s best for him. “What is everyone’s obsession with her? She’s American, not from outer space.”

Blaise shakes his head. “Come on, Malfoy. She’s proper fit, isn’t she? Not to mention, she’s quite cheeky and has good banter.”

Draco just slaps Blaise upside the head. “Oh, please,” he huffs. “There’s plenty of girls like that in this school. She’s not the only one.”

Throughout class Draco thinks to himself about what the entirety of Hogwarts’ student body saw in you. He ignored the lecture going on in the front of the classroom and dreamily watched you during class. You sat there, biting down on your lower lip gently in concentration, scribbling down notes as your nose scrunched up when a question came to mind. He could see the wheels churning in your head when you asked a question and then the lightbulb flick on when it was answered and it made sense. You let a small dance play on your lips when you answered a question correctly faster than Hermione. You hair flopped on head perfect as you pushed strands back as they fell. Your eyes twinkled with curiosity and playfulness like a child. Draco’s heart thumped a little louder when you let out a giggle when the professor made an awful joke. His heart nearly stopped when you looked over at him and caught his gaze, your cheeks taking a rosy hue as you looked away shyly. Draco didn’t look away for a second. He wanted you to know he was observing you. Shit, he silently thought as he felt his heart rate pick up when you sent a cheeky wink his way. He was caught.

You left class that day, a little pep in your step. You didn’t think much about people having a crush on you, but something about Draco Malfoy staring at you during class made you giggly. “What are you on about?” Hermione pokes your side. “I know you aren’t happy about that lecture, so spill.”

“Nothing,” you smile as you walk down the hall. “Can’t I just be happy?”

Hermione rolls her eyes. She had a feeling she knew what was happen, but rather than embarrass you about it, she kept to herself. “Alright,” she sing-songs.

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The more time passed the more Draco found himself thinking about you and itching to get to class just so he could tune the professor out at steal longing glances at you. Sometimes you would catch him as he sent a little wink your way as you blushed. Sometimes he would catch you staring at him which gave him way too much satisfaction of knowing you liked him just as much as he liked you.

You had no problem talking to boys, but Draco was different. You didn’t talk to him much because you were too scared you were going to embarrass yourself in front of him.

But Draco on the other hand found any excuse to walk right up to you in the halls and strike up conversation. He would see you walk down the hall, his eyes zeroing in on, dismissing his friend group as he made his way up to you. He didn’t care who you were with whether it was Luna or Hermione. Draco just slid himself next to you with a sly, “Where are you off to, American girl?”

You did not try to stop the blush from appearing on your cheeks. “What’s it to you, Malfoy?” you tease as he laughs.

“I’d walk you there if you let me,” he suggested as you glanced to Luna or Hermione as they would fall behind to walk to class with Ron or Harry. “Ah, alone at last,” he’d tease as your friend walked away, earning a teasingly slap from you. “Don’t worry, I won’t try and pull anything on you.”

As you sat in another class of History of Magic, you doodled in your notebook. When the professor turned his back to write on the chalkboard, you see a small origami dove fly over to your desk. Curiosity gets the best of you as you peel it open to see a little note scribbled on the inside.

American Girl,

I need to ask you a very important question.

You look to your left to see Draco staring straight ahead at the board, but his eyes look towards you with a sneaky smile on his lips. You shake your head, a grin teasing your lips as you write back, And what would that be, Mr. Malfoy?

When the professor turns back around, you send the note back to him. You watch him scribble for a while, your curiosity eating away inside of you. Finally, he folds the note back up and send it your way quickly.

The note lands back on your desk as you ravenously open it, dying to know what the question was.

You. Me. Hogsmeade. This Saturday.

Your heart flutters and you want to giggle, but you hide your smile and scribble back coyly, That’s not a question, Malfoy.

Again, you send it back his way, watching him open it as you bite your lip to contain your smile as you pretend to pay attention to the class. From your peripheral vision, you watch him scribble back. The note lands back on your desk and you let it sit there for a second, making Malfoy sweat. You let a solid ten seconds pass before looking at the note, pretending to be shocked to see it on your desk, before peeling it open slowly as Malfoy lightly laughs, watching you do so.

So it that a yes?

You smile and write out as slowly as you possibly can. It’s a yes.

The note makes its way back to Draco’s desk as he catches it from the air, ripping it open. He smiles impossibly wider and laughs a “yes,” a little too loud for your professor to hear.

“Mr. Malfoy? Would you like to share something with the class?” your Professor asks.

Draco realizes that everyone’s eyes on him, including you as a deep shade of pink rises to your cheeks. Draco sends you a wink before standing up from his seat, your heart beating fast. What is he doing? “Actually, yes,” he retorts. “I’ve got a date with the new girl,” he declares. Girls all turn to you before immediately whispering to those around them as some boys groan and others cheer Malfoy on.

You just sit there, blushing like a fool. Hermione grabs your arm. “No way,” she speaks.

“You better believe it,” you whisper, eyes not leaving Draco’s as Zabini high fives him. Saturday could not come quicker.

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Is this a real life story? Is this a fic concept? Who knows 🤷

But here’s a very long account of... something.

This isn't a gay disaster story. It's a gay sad ending story. It's a gay "self-homophobia is very real and realistic” story, and not in the "gay panic is kinda cute" way.

It all started 14 years ago (yes that long), when I was still deeply in the HP fandom and even more deep into reading James/Lilly fics in ff.net all day long. For the first time in my entire life I decided to sort by “all works” and not just “completed”. I know it might sound super silly, and even a bit cliche considering this is tumblr and we live and breath fics, but that single decision literally changed the course of my life. And unlike what I usually do, I am not exaggerating. I found this one fic that must have had, like, 20 chapters and almost 100k words and dived into it without looking for rocks in the bottom. Long story short: the last posted chapter ended on a huuuuuge cliffhanger, like the very next moment after the kiss, and it left me completely destroyed.

So I did what I always do, what I am known on tumblr and my small social circle in here to do: I went to scream at the author.

But I wasn’t content to just scream in the comment section, oh no. For all I knew the bitch wouldn’t even see it, the last update had been from like 8 months previously. So I stalked her ff.net profile and found her MSN email. Yes, the story is THAT old.

My literal first words to her must have been something akin to “OH MY GOD I HATE YOU SO MUCH”, which yay for the beautiful poetic irony that the universe crafts at times. She took it in stride because, let’s face it, a shitton of people had already greeted her like that by then. And we started talking, and it was easy and fun. We had a lot in common, more or less the same type of interests, the usual you’d expect if I had met her on tumblr even. We must have talked like 3 hours straight on that first day, and I left feeling pretty good cause I had made a new friend. Not only that, but right off the bat I admired her so much. Not only because she was talented as fuck (imagine writing a 100k unfinished fic at only 15 y/o), but also because the more I talked to her the more I could see just how fucking cultured she was and how intelligent and ect. She came from a wealthy family and such a different reality from me. She had been abroad, in fact she usually travelled abroad with her family like twice a year, she was fluent in english even then (at that point I was I intermediate at best), not to mention german because her family was german. She was 15 (a year older than me back then) and trilingual and could write wonderfully and I was fascinated by her instantly.

Something else worth of note was that her profile pic on the day we met had been set to a close-up of a blue eye. I must have asked on that very same day whose eye was that because damn if it hasn’t been the prettiest blue I’ve ever seen. I mean, I hadn’t told her that, but I was curious enough to ask. And as everyone and their grandmother might have guessed by now, it was hers.

Somehow (and I truly don’t know HOW), we got into the habit of talking every day, or at least very close to it. I got to know about her daily life, just one state south from where I live and sooooo much colder than what I had ever experienced. She went to a swiss school, fully bilingual, was the first in her year in the IB program which for the love of crap I didn’t even know it existed back then. Might not ever have known if I never met her. Eventually we exchanged phone numbers, and back then SMS messages were like 1,50 bucks for inter-state ones. Our mothers were not happy.

Around a year and a half went by this way. She became my best friend, my rock. We both had a shitton of problems in your high school lives and in our family lives, and we were so relieved to know there was someone out there we could share those with. In the meantime she ended up breaking up with her boyfriend, ironically just a few months before I had my very first kiss. When she broke up with her boyfriend she was absolutely devastated (they had been together almost a year or so), and relied on me a lot back then. Which I was more than happy to support because for the first time in my life I felt like I belonged somewhere. I felt like I was actually part of someone’s life. I didn’t feel like I ever bothered her, like I was ever intruding in her life. I felt like I was truly part of her world, like she actually remembered my existence when I was not around, and at now-16 years of age that had literally been the first time I had felt that. I never had a true friend before her. Not sure I ever did after her either.

On easter 2008 we finally convinced our moms to let us meet. Her family had a whole goddamn country house with a huge plot of land, so it was decided I was gonna visit her first. So I got semi-sedated and got into my first plane ride EVER, and for those of you that are reading this and know me (although I doubt anyone is reading at all), you know how terrified of planes I am. You know how BIG of a gesture it is for me to get into a fucking plane for the first time in my life for a person.

I already knew she was pretty. I mean, we had talked on the webcam a couple of times before (just a few times because the internet back then was really terrible). The blue eyes I mentioned, and the most fucking beautiful silky blonde hair you’ve ever seen. But when I saw her the first time on that airport it still took my breath away. Even more, what truly surprised me, was the huge smile she gave as soon as she saw me out of the gate and she rushed to hug me. I was paralyzed. I mean yes I was happy and hugged her back, which was a huge deal because back then I was not touchy feely at all (and she was VERY). But I was paralyzed. Because I had never in my entire 16 years of age seen anyone smile that big or that brightly at seeing me. Hell, I suppose I had never seen anyone smile that brightly at all. As the day progressed she was so legit happy that I was there, and I could never fully wrap my head around it. We drove to her house and her mom took the long way just so they could show me all the interesting spots in her city, and she shared tidbits of her daily life that I still didn’t know, despite us being so close, because those are the things you only learn by actually being next to the person irl. Later on she introduced me to her two best friends in school, and we all decided to watch a horror movie.

Yes, it’s THAT cliche.

Now, you see, I’m absolutely fucking impervious to horror movies. Yes I get jumpscared just as much as anyone else, but I don’t get scared. So I was sitting there a bit lowkey bored, narrating the entire plot of the movie and what would happen a few scenes before it did because the movie was just that easy to guess. And she had taken complete ownership of my left arm the entire time, being half super scared and half impressed I could guess every single thing on the plot. Later on she apologized for not letting go of my arm because she knew I wasn’t as touchy feely as she was, and I was once again taken aback because I come from a ridiculously touchy-feely country and NO ONE ever apologizes for it or respects my boundaries on it.

The next day we wake up bright and early to go to her ranch-thingy. She slept on top of me on the car almost all the way there. I must have woken up like a whole hour before her but didn’t move at all.

I’m a city slick. I’m a huge city slick, through and through. Which means I am both fascinated and absolutely terrified on any plot of grass bigger than a garden. And her country house was fucking amazing. I had only experienced the true freedom of being in nature a few times in my life, and she made sure to show me every nook and crane of the forest surrounding it. Because yes it was a forest and not a jungle like where I lived, and that made it all the more magical.

But the truly one magical thing in the entire 4-days weekend was the stars. You see, I am absolutely in love with the stars. It’s stupid to say something like this when I was retelling the greatest love story of my life, but the stars are my one true love. I got my first telescope when I was five years old. My mother cannot for the life of her explain where I got this obsession from. She always said I was already born that way. So I find myself for the first time in my life with the least amount of light pollution I’ve ever been subject to in my entire life (even nowadays). For the first time in my life I has actually been able to see the Milky Way with my own two eyes. And what made everything even more impressive was that it was a full moon, and the night sky still looked as incredible as it’s supposed to look. Honestly it might have been a great contender to the beauty of her blue eyes.

The moment I remember the most is us laying down on some beach towels (no idea why they had those in the countryside), stargazing for hours at end. By then we were two full states to the south of mine, so I believe the technical definition of what I was feeling is fucking freezing my inexistent balls off. I had gotten dressed in just some jeans and a tshirt way before the sun set, and I was dammed if I was gonna interrupt our stargazing to go put on some decent clothes. I remember her asking a few times if I was cold, and I also remember myself lying through my teeth saying I had gotten used to it by then. Blatant lies, my nipples could cut through fucking glass at the moment. But I wasn’t gonna interrupt it because it was just the two of us on a grassy clearing, her family was at least 200m away and we couldn't even hear them anymore and it was just us and the stars and her hands were so close to mine that I could feel the heat (the only source of it for my beach-town ass I suppose). It was the perfect fucking moment. The moment most people dream of having their entire lives. I have no idea how long we stayed there, but it was a few hours for sure. Her mom had to call us back inside, and nothing broke my heart more. We talked about anything and everything. I told her what I knew of astronomy and I could see for the first time I was fascinating her with knowledge. Because I had always felt and will always feel like a peasant in the presence of a princess when it comes to her. With how cultured and educated and just fucking smart she always had been. But as I told her of the constellations (sometimes grabbing her hand to point to the stars and make her spot them better), and proclaimed my love for the night sky, she listened. She listened and I had never felt heard before in my life. She listened and I felt I had managed to make her fall in love with the stars a little bit by just talking about them.

She listened and I felt I had managed to make myself fall in love in her a little bit by just seeing the way she looked at me as I talked.

All good things come to an end and time had come for me to go back home. I will never forget how she hugged me goodbye on that same airport. Where I had seen the brightest smile on my life and now I could see she was holding back tears for me. Because I was leaving. I was important enough in someone’s life that they were about to cry because I wasn’t going to be around anymore. She way she whispered “I’m gonna miss you so much” on my ear, on such a low note I am sure it was just so her mother wouldn’t hear her, and her voice will haunt me for the rest of my life. She told me a few days later that she did cry on her way to school that morning.

After this it was near impossible to not be with her at all times. We texted constantly, and used to talk like 2 whole hours on the phone before bed. Once again I must remind you this was 2008 so it was no cheap business. Her mother started to try to separate us a bit, insisting she didn’t contact me as much, even tho I was sure the one who could not afford those phone bills, not her. It all culminated on what was ironically (or perhaps planned by her mother?) brazilian Valentine’s day (we are the only country in the world that celebrates in on St. Anthony’s day, which is June 12th). It was the first day in almost two years we didn’t talk at all, because of how much her mother had nagged her about it. The next day we talked as if we had been separated by a war for a decade.

I’m gonna take a break here to let everyone know that no, I did not think I was in love with her back then. I don’t think she knew either, but it’s hard to tell.

Her mother planned her entire july winter break to the minute just so she could spend the least amount of time in my house as possible. We got 5 days instead of the previous 4. But her mother came up with a ridiculous amount of trips for the family. She visit 3 different countries (and a whole different state inside her own country) within 30 fucking days. That’s how bad it had gotten then. Our SMSs had to be cut down to just two or three a day because of it.

But it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter because when she arrived at my house (her family had insisted in meeting mine before letting her stay) I was able to see from three floors up how brightly she had smiled at seeing me again.

I’ll make this part short: we stayed cooped inside blankets the entire time, playing on my PS2. It was so ridiculous that my mom, maaaany years later, told me she usually left the house for hours at time just to give us an opportunity of finally doing something about our very obvious feelings. Unlike the trip we took to her ranch, this one was filled with 3am deep existencial talks. And unlike the other trip, we spent the whole time sleeping on the same bed. Not a whole lot happened other than us dancing around the obvious feelings and how to deal with being so close to each other.

Nothing beside the very last morning together. I remember always waking up after her, because that’s just how we were. I remember she was already up, reading this book in fucking german of all things. It had been the first day of the entire week we had a meager ray of sunshine. And the way my window and ourselves were positioned, the sun was shinning directly on her. I woke up to the vision of an angel. I had never seen hair in such a warm bright color. I had never seen eyes that were the living embodiment of a spring afternoon sky. I woke up and her propped up on a couple of pillows, reading under the weak morning sun was the first thing I saw. It was the first thing I saw and I could swear I was still dreaming.

Because for the first time in all this, I could not contain and muffle the voice inside my head that was screaming: I want to wake up next to this every single day for the rest of my life.

It was the last time I woke up next to her for the rest of my life.

To my credit I did shake off my daze from the sight quite fast. I had gotten so good to drowning out these feelings that I was great at putting my poker face back up. We talked, we had breakfast, we let ourselves feel a bit sad about her leaving.

Then, just about half an hour before we actually had to go shower to take her to the station, it happened. The one moment that made me feel confident this all wasn’t just in my head. It all wasn’t just wishful thinking of a lonely pathetic girl who got way too bullied in high school.

We were having an impromptu pillow fight cause why not. That’s how girls who are secretly in love handle their feelings after all. It’s universal I think. And, well, on the overall 9 days we spent together irl I never actually beat her once because I’m just that much of a noddle. But this one fight we were both in bed, with weak footing and etc. You can see where this is going.

So on a scene to rival any anime, or that one gif of girls playing handball that fall on top of each other, she fell on top of me. Well, did she fall? I don’t know. For all I know, she planned.

And we had the moment. The gaze. Those few indescribable seconds of your life that you’re always gonna remember like yesterday, no matter how old you get. She had each of my hands pinned to the side of my head, and at first I thought we were still fighting so I just struggled and laughed and was saying stuff like “get off me ya psycho!”. But then I looked up. I looked up and.

And then I felt it. I felt everything her eyes were telling me. She wasn’t playing with me anymore. She was staring at me as if she already knew it was going to be the last time. She was staring at me as if it was a love story because it was. She was staring at me as if her entire existence, as if the whole oxygen on the earth itself depending on my presence.

She was staring at me like I has never been looked at before, or since. Even with a 3-years long relationship I had muuuch later on. No one had never, or will ever, look at me the way she looked at me.

And I froze. I froze because I had no idea what else to do. I froze because inside my head back then this was still wrong. Girls should not kiss. Girls should never kiss.

It was wrong.

It was so wrong, but nothing, not a single piece of bigot ramble ever uttered in history would make me feel more scared than losing my best friend. Nothing in the world scared me more than losing her.

Could I cross this boundary? Did she want to? Or was it just a spur on the moment thing?

But then she stared at my lips and I could not help but lick my own. Out of instinct, out of craving, out of love.

To the risk of getting an angry mob to my house right now, no, we did not kiss.

In fact, I dont quite remember the next few seconds at all. It had been single the most intense moment in my life at this point. It is still one of the most intense moments I’ve ever experienced. I completely blanked out of how I actually got pulled out of it and back into the land of living. Next thing I know we are sitting on opposite sides of the bed, trying to move away from the awkwardness. We did manage, in a couple of minutes. and things went back to normal between us.

But things would never be back to normal within me.

I’m gonna take a pause here to point out I’m bisexual. So like every bisexual, I am a very confused person. Cause you see, the moment you figure out you're bisexual it’s so much more confusing than figuring out you're fully homosexual. Because in the moment, things don’t just click. Things dont just start to magically make sense. I was 16 and I had absolutely liked guys before. Was it with this intensity? No because I was fucking 16. She was the first person I was been truly in love with. But I know it in my soul that if she was a dude I would love her with the exact same intensity. This particular discourse took me another three years to solve, but I digress.

And then she left.

She left and, like I said, her mother had programed her entire july milimetrically so we could be as far apart as possible. She left my house straight back to her ranch, not even her own house, And they have no internet there, so no MSN. Just a single 30-minutes phone call a day, for the 4 days after we had spent the entire week cooped up in bed inside blankets and playing lame-ass RPGs. And then right after that she left for germany for two full weeks. But before that particular trip, she did manage to get home. She got home to a letter of her grandma that read...

Well to be honest I cannot tell you what it read exactly. Because she was extremely vague about it when telling me. But it was enough to destroy her. It was enough to make her think that her grandma would not want anything to do with her anymore and it was based off somewhat new events. It doesn’t take a fucking genius to figure out the full contents of the letter. Her family is from the brazilian Bible Belt. But back then, at 16, confused as fuck, and already preemptively heartbroken, I legit had no idea what it said. She was vague and I didn’t want to pry. I just wanted to make her stop crying. I just wanted to put that beautiful smile back in her face but on that day I could feel her slipping away for the first time.

The rest of the story takes place in just a bit under two months. Maybe 6 weeks at most.

She goes to germany and finds a boyfriend, as one does. She leeches on this boy like a lifeline, but never stops texting me our 3 international texts we were allowed daily. In fact, the first thing she did after kissing him was pulling off her phone as texting me.

You can imagine how well this guy takes it.

Now, she goes back to brasil and this guy actually lives somewhat close to her. It’s a doable relationship. Once they both have access to internet and MSN again, and she is fast to introduce us, so happy that both of the most important people in her life are meeting. Even tho they had been together for like 3 weeks at this point.

I’m ok with it because, well, I still hadn’t figured myself out. I know no one will believe this, but I honestly did not feel jealousy. In fact, it was almost relief. Relief that I would not need to look into my feelings any further than I had back in july. I was happy for her. She seemed genuinely happy with this guy, and so was I.

And then Independence Day weekend comes and hell starts to... well, not break loose, but certainly get weaker on the seams. In here Independence Day is on September 7th, but both on my city and hers there's a city holiday on the 8th. On that year it ended up getting us a 4-day weekend again, and obviously I thought I was the one who was gonna be invited to visit her. I has been counting on it, planning for it.

Two weeks or so before that she informs me that she wants to invite her boyfriend over instead of it, which is like. Ok. Fair. But for the first time in this entire story I felt jealousy. Because that ranch, those stars, that sky... it was our place. I did not wanna share those experiences I had with her with anyone else. But I kept quiet of course, because how could I not? I tell her “yeah it’s a bit upsetting because I was hopping we could see each other, but I am genuinely happy you get to spend time with him!”

She ghosts me in that week.

To this day, 12 years and 2 months later, I do not know why. I do not know how. I know her grandma called again when she learned the boyfriend was gonna come over and not me, but that’s all.

She ghosted me before ghosting was even a thing. So I had no other social parameter to deal with the situation. I will never forget the absolutely heart wrenching pain I felt when I figured out she had blocked me on MSN. It’s indescribable.

It’s indescribable because she was the first person I felt like actually gave a flying fuck if I lived of died, if I was happy or if I cried. And she had up and decided to fucking cut me out her life without a single fucking word of explanation. One night everything was fine, we even had a group chat with her boyfriend. The next day she is gone forever. I don’t know, nor I think I will ever learn what triggered it. What was the last fucking draw, the last fucking prejudiced word directed at her that made her do it.

My world had been full of color, full of life, and even if literally everyone around me in real life would be so much happier if I didn’t exist (back then I DID NOT get along with my mother), she had seemed this entire time to be so much happier with me around. She was the one person who liked my existence. And literally overnight, I wake up and my world is empty. My world is empty and my air is missing and I don’t fucking know why.

It’s been 12 years and I still don’t know why.

Her boyfriend harassed me a bit back on orkut. Like, I have no idea why. It was unprompted. But it does give you a big fucking clue does it now?

I haven’t gotten a single word from her ever again. I know she’s alive, that’s not the fucking point of the story. I know because I tried to contact her again through every fucking means possible. I even sent her a letter of all things for fuck’s sake. When facebook came along I found her there too and sent her a message. Once 3 years after the fact, and then again 6 years after the fact. That was the last time I tried contacting her.

I cannot say I was “faithful”, so to speak. I cannot say she has been the only thing in my mind. I cannot say that I have not loved again, because I have. I had a serious 3-year relationship, as I mentioned. I had actual gay disasters stories in between. She has not remained the foremost thing in my mind. She has not remained my one true love. There were times where I spent months without thinking about her. Even silly crushes are enough to stray my thoughts away, to stray my heart away

But what worth are those times if I always go back to thinking of her as soon as I see myself without someone? What worth are those times where she is not in my mind, if she had never left my heart to begin with?

What worth is forgetting about her at times when she is my default setting?

I know what you're thinking. “you’re not in love with her, you’re in love with the idea of what could have been”. And you’re absolutely right. I know you are. I’m fully aware of it, of the implications of it, not only on my love life but my mental health.

But she has been the single most influential person in my life. She was the one that got me to writing. She was the one who made face my mother and have The Talk we needed for fucking 16 years about who my father was. Fuck, she is the sole responsible for setting my life on that path, and all the domino effect of events that happened because of the decision of talking to my mother about it. She was the one that made me figure out I was bisexual. Not a lesbian, definitively not straight, but not gay either. Bisexual, out and proud.

She was my first love.

She was my first love and she is the one that makes me give some credit to the saying “at the end of your life you will see you’ve fallen in love with the same person over and over again”.

She was my first love and she makes me go fucking crazy enough to give the whole “soulmates” concept a decent thought, because this cannot have been natural. Loneliness cannot explain the entire thing. It cannot explain how ridiculously drawn I was to her right away. Attraction doesn’t explain it either. It cannot explain how insanely synced up I’ve always felt to her. How insanely connected.

I’m not gonna lie, I loved my ex. Truly and deeply. They were the only person to ever treat me respect, and I felt almost as connected to them as I did to her. Almost.

If we are getting technical, I felt, like, 95% synced up with them. Which is more than the vast majority of humankind can only dream of feeling.

But it was not 100%.

There has only been one person in my life that I have felt 100% connected with. One person in my life I have not been able to shake away, have not been able to get over. Oh I have moved on. I have moved on and moved back in and then moved on again. Many times, over and over.

But I have not gotten over you. I will never get over you. What happened. How it ended. You were my biggest heartbreak. You were my biggest love story, and I didn’t even get to live it.

You make me so illogical that I sincerely hope there is a next life out there. One we can meet, sit down, and talk.

I’m sure you are a completely different person right now. I am a completely different person too. And it is insane, it is illogical, and it is immature to think that these two completely different people would still have any vestige of a thing in common like we did as kids. Because we were kids. We were kids and now we are both adults, and have a single damn thing changed?

A whole fuckton of them changed. Seasons changed. Years changed. The entire fucking world changed. I have changed more than you can possible imagine a person would in 12 years.

But you being the default setting of my heart has not changed. No matter how “unfaithful” I’ve been to you. No matter how much I will keep on living not being attached to you. No matter how much I know at some point I will forget you, forget this feeling, and bask into the pleasure of a new love. No matter how much at some point I will surely think “wow, what a crazy bitch I was back then, with all these feelings for a random girl who certainly doesn’t even remember I exist”.

And that’s one of my biggest fears you see. Cause for me you are half the fucking book. For me you’re the constant element that comes back when sea is calm and things are ok.

And I fear that to you I was nothing more than a line, maybe a throwaway paragraph in your life.

#my stuff #my writting #gay disaster

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uselessnocturnal · 4 years

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in which i watch miraculous, react and things come out of my brain

FSHDKSHJDDH omfg not me hopping right back on the mlb train after seeing its trending on tumblr AND there’s a new ep

spent like half an hour hunting down a link i-

((spoilers))

THE OPENING IM SCREAMING IT KINDA LOOKS GOOD??

fuckin pigeon man again

what’s up with the voices

WHAT IS THIS

THE NEW SUITS??? AND ALYAS VOICE HHHHH

i’m crying over the flower symbolism that everyone was dying over HAHAHAHAHA

PARTNERSHIP :””)

guys they’re such good friends pls

this boy,,

i’m on the floor watching this

marinette you fucking simp

WASHINGTON AND LAFAYETTE AS SOCK PUPPETS WTF HAHAHA

........SHES PREGNANT WHO

omg the science teacher :(

lilashut up

marinette wHy ARE YOU LIKE THIS

“yOuR friENd”

LOL THEY LOOK SO ANGRY

nice. but also fuck you gabriek for taking advantage of this

HSJSHDJSHDJDHSH THE KAGAMI AND ADRIEN KISS WAS ACTUALLY SO SOFT

ok but where is the kagami character development wtf is this script

SCREAMING LADYBOIR ON THE ROOFTOPS

THEYRE SO CUTE HAHAHHAHAAHHA

oh no

OH NO

NOOOO HES SO SAD

hsbdjshddhdhfh oh man plagg

crying gabriel really be calling emilie arrests my love but also sleeping with nathalie

LUKA AMD MARINETTE AHHHHHHH

FUCK THEY COULD BE SO CHTE

CHEEJ KISSES

i. don’t remember anything from previous episodes

LMAO SHES SITTING NECT TO ADRIEN HAHAHAHHAHA

why is marinette like this oh my gosh

frickin disaster

marinette imagination drawing has improved

i feel so bad for adrien omg

HAHAHAH ADRIENS BODYGUARD

why the fuck does the headmaster dude have popcorn on the plane

JULEKA AND ROSE CUDDLING

turbulence whilst in the bathroom is so relatable

“it’s beautiful isn’t it” YEAH ADRIEN IM SURE YOU WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT THR VIEW

this is so soft omg i wouldn’t even mind if they stayed friends

nino and alya commentating HAHAHA

these two they’re so cute

HUGS AWWWW

...america has super villains too?

HWO ARE THESE POEPLE

UNITED HEROES?

i just realised this is a forty minute episode fuck

are superheroes just normal here i- Huh

night owl and sparrow???

AAWWWWW MOTHER DAUGHTER DUO (except i think the daughter is a uh robot)

://///// america.

“there’s a superhero for everything here” sure.

nino and adrien HAHAHA

omg no she’s a real girl she’s so cute aaaaaa

these kids......can’t work automatic doors.... absolute disasters

nope she is a robot

ayon?? is that her name?

there eyes are SO BIG

sabrina getting a storyline perhaps?

chloe saying the word cooties,,,, Huh

AYONS FRIEND SHES FUNNY

this party thing is making me laugh too much

the sneaking out and the teacher coming up HAHA boarding school vibes

so frickin weird but kinda cute

HER FRIEND IS SO COOL I WANNA KNOW HER NAME

“is it a bird” “is it a plane” SERIOUSLY

magic hotdogs?? wtf

nope i don’t wanna see this

WHAT

WHATS HAPPENING

they’re really playing matchmaker huh

omfg HAHAHHAHAHAHA THEYRE FLOATING AND DANCING PLEASEEEEE

i- these two DUMBASSES

also the friend’s talent wowza

FUCK ITS ACTUALLY AN HOUR LONG

why are they so bad at automatic doors i-

adrien SHUTUP IM SCREAMINF

*ahem* ladynoir

this girl got so into it so quick compared to what she was like last night and she’s doing it for entertainment too HAHA

gabriel,,,,, what the heck

a whole history lesson

i forgot how fucking stupid hawkmoth’s speech stuff is

“WOULDNT YOU RATHER HAVE AN ATOMIC BOMB” BROKE ME

adrienettes biggest enemy: doors

ohno

o h n o

these superhero transformations Huh

NOOOO AYON

OHNOOO SHES GONNA KNOW

O H N O

this team up is CUTE

nuuu she’s so angry at him

sparrow and ayon are so SKILLS

ohnoohnoohnoohno

MARINETTE WHY

oh my gosh

FUCK

HE JSUT CATACLYSMED HER FUCK

hawkmoth get in bitch we’re hunting down villains

omg they on the RUN

it’s a whole superhero FAMILY

oh nooooooo

THIS JS SAD

NOOOOO ADRIEN

NO WHY WOULD YOU LESVE HER

FUCK

PAIN

and hawkmoth has a whole new miraculous Fuck

“GILBERT” FSGDJSHDHJD HAHAHAHAHA

gabriel is so frickin evil

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA SUPERHERO MOMS IM SCREAMING

IM SO CONFUSED ARE THEY SISTERS OR. FRIENDS

marinette with plagg :(((

america has power rangers

ha that transition was pretty funny

noooooooooo i’m so sad

ALYA DONT SHOUT AT HER PLEASE SHES SAD

i’m-

FUCK MARINETTE DOESNT DESERVE THIS

AND NEITHER DOES ADRIEN

ohno

O H N O

lol it’s fuckin batman and superman but female and married

oh my shit,,,,,,

lol the door guy is kinda funny

oh fuck

yay i love these kids

gosh i LOVE sparrow

uh what the fuck was that

omg “i can’t imagine being ladybug without him” PLEASE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

plagg why are you like this

HUGS

STOPPPPP GSHDKSHDJS I LOVE THEM

why are there bombs and cannons EVERYWHERE this fuckin country

HER NAMES JESS

this was so cute

SPARROW IS AMAZING

OH MY GOSH SHES GETTING THE MIRACULOUS SCREAMING

uh.

that’s a nuke.

FSHKDHFJSHDGM MAJESTIA WHAT RHE FUCK SHE JST FUCKING CAUGHT IY

JESS GETS TO KEEP THE MIRACULOUS AHHHHHHH (sparrow = robin)

GUYS

STOP THIS IS CUTE

oh fuck when gabriel said his theory was correct i thought he knew adrien was chat noir but it’s FINE

shut up this was so much fun

HUH?

THEYRE MAKING AMERICAN MIRACULOUS HOLDERS NOW? there are other guardians??? i’m screaming

i’m still on the floor but this was actually so good i kinda loved it FUCK

#so i did some googling and her name is spelt aeon #:’)#and her superhero name is uncanny valley #im so in love w jess though FSHKFHSJF #lyss reviews #miraculous ladybug #ml new york #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ladybug #chat noir #mlb spoilers #spoilers #this is a.....cery long post

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inyourwildestdreamslove · 5 years

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Fearless Chapter 2

You deal in fear…

So who else to help Klaus master his powers? Who is quite determined to set you up with his brother…

“I didn’t ask for this.”

“No one ever does darling…”

Chapter one

Diego x Reader

Chapter 2: We’ll Carry On

It has been all of a month when you look over at Klaus from your spot on the couch and say, “Why don’t you just move in? You pretty much live here anyway…”

He glances up from fighting the ball of string and over to you.

“Really?!” he asks perking up instantly.

“Sure… I have a spare room and we can implement some of those boundaries for the ghosts that we researched last week. It’ll be easier to do here since my place is way smaller than the academy.”

“Thank you!” he yells as he launches himself at you and you jump back out of surprise before you hug him back. You feel him almost snuggle against you as you just awkwardly pat him on the back.

“What’s with the sting by the way?” you ask after he had pulled himself away from you.

“I don’t...really know what to do with my hands… and my mind won’t shut off… I can’t focus for shit and all I want is a hit of something!”

“Hold on a second,” you say as you get off the couch and head downstairs to your studio that you lived above.

Klaus and Ben share a look with one another out of curiosity as they hear your footsteps coming back up the stairs. You have a package in your hand as you lightly toss it over to him.

“What’s this? Model Magic?”

“It’s modeling clay. It’s super soft and malleable. Why you don’t you see if playing with it helps? Maybe you could make something?”

“Like what?”

“Whatever you want…”

He paused for a moment to think about it before he seemed to give up.

“What do you make with it?”

“Monsters.”

“Monsters? But they are scary! I don’t want to make anything scary!”

You just laugh, “Then make a cute monster! It doesn’t have to be scary!”

Klaus stops to contemplate this concept before he rips into the package and pulls it out.

“It’s so soft!” he say in wonder as he looks at it with a bright eyed happiness you see on the faces of children.

“It’s just like Play Doh…” you say in slight confusion.

“What’s Play Doh?” he asks in distracted confusion; the clay in his hands capturing most of his attention.

“You’ve never played with Play Doh?!” you ask in bewilderment.

“No? We were only allowed to play ‘during a designated time between half past 12 and 1 on Saturdays,’” he says in a mockingly deep voice, obviously his rendition of his late father.

“Well…” you say softly, “Your childhood is obviously worse than I could even imagine.”

He just shrugs in reply and loses himself in his little creation.

It’s almost an hour later that he proudly presents you with his finished creation. And adorable little monster with tentacles sprouting from different places.

“Cute! When it dries do you want to paint it?!” you ask in excitement.

Klaus nods in excitement and carefully puts his creation down.

“So is this what you do all day? Play with clay?”

“I make monsters for the movies,” you say with a shrug.

He blinks at you for a moment, “What do you mean?”

“I’m a special effects makeup artist,” you say with a laugh. “I’m the one who turns people into monsters for the movies.”

“That’s so cool!” he exclaims as he jumps onto the couch beside of you.

“Yeah it’s one of the ways I keep on top of my powers. Bringing scary things to life outside of my head helps me deconstruct it and master it in my own way.”

“Maybe… it could help me too?”

“Maybe… you never know…”

That Sunday at the family dinner Klaus presented his monster to his siblings proudly, and although they were all very confused by his little monster, they were all very happy that he was a month clean. Even Five took a break from scowling about things to ask him about his new friend, which effectively peaked the interest of the rest of his siblings.

Which is how three days later you find yourself gazing up at a very large man.

“I’m Luther…”

“Really?”

“Yes… Really.”

“Look pal… You touch a hair on his head….”

“What? No! I really am his brother.”

“Oh… okay...the last guy that showed up pretending to be his brother tried to strangle him in my back room.”

“What? Why?”

You shrug in reply, “Klaus owed him money.”

You hear the man in front of you scoff and roll his eyes, “Figures.”

“Ok… well… fun talk. Klaus is upstairs if you want to go talk to him.”

“I actually came to meet you.”

“I see…”

“You seem normal…” he says with narrowed suspicious eyes.

“Klaus!” you yell as you turn your back on the large man before you and walk up the stairs to your apartment.

“There is a large man here! You should annoy him until he leaves!”

“It’s Luther isn’t it?” he asks as he appears at the top of the stairs in a bath towel with a pink shower cap on.

“How many large men do you know?”

“Enough…”

“What about me?” yells Luther from the bottom of the stairs.

“What about you?” you both ask as you turn towards him.

“Well…. Aren’t you going to invite me up”

You and Klaus exchange a look, “Nope…” you both mutter in unison as you walk into your apartment.

“That was mean…” you say as you plop down on the couch feeling slightly guilty.

“He’ll live…” Klaus mutters as he retreats back into the room.

It’s two days later that a teen boy just appears in your kitchen.

You turn from the coffee maker and see inquisitive eyes and school boy shorts and just hand him the coffee in your hand.

“Thanks… You’re not what Luther said you were.”

“Luther called me normal,” you say primly as you turn and pour another cup of coffee.

A smirk slides across his face, “So you are one of us.”

“Regardless of whether I was or not… I would hardly call myself normal on a good day.”

“I see…”

You just shrug nonchalantly as pour creamer into the coffee in front of you.

“Why the monsters?”

“The act of breaking your fears down and reconstructing them allows you to gain power over them. This happens in a safe and fun environment.”

He smirks and looks down into the coffee in front of him, “You do know how to help him.”

“I know what worked for me may not work for him, but we will figure it out.”

“Do you love my brother.”

“Of course I do… Ben may be on another dimensional plane but I adore him…”

“HEY!”

“You too, Klaus!”

“Thank you!”

“You’re welcome!”

“So what kind of coffee is this?”

“I get it from this coffee shop down the street, they roast their own beans. Best coffee in the city, I’ll give you the address.”

“Thank you.”

Klaus chooses that moment to walk out of his bedroom and plop down at the table.

“I approve,” Says Five as he flashes out of sight.

“Did you hear that Klaus? The Coffee Goblin approves of me!” you say happily as you take another sip of your drink.

“Coffee Goblin? Why didn’t I think of that?” he asks has he attempts to steal your own coffee, you just swat his hand away with a glare.

The hesitant knock at your door rouses you from your work. You glance over and can see a figure through the glass. You wash the clay from your hands and walk over to the door and open it to find a young woman around your age wearing a button up shirt, brown pants and tennis shoes.

“Vanya,” you say with a smile as you usher her in.

“How do you know who I am?” she asks hesitantly.

“Klaus has told me about all of his siblings! He says you play violin, tell me the next time you play and we will have to go! I love the orchestra.”

“Really?”

“Of course!”

“Oh.. okay that would be great.”

“(Y/N)! Does this skirt make me look fat?”

You look up at Klaus as he comes in the room.

“Vanya!” he exclaims holding up his cigarette, “When did you get here?”

He happily walks over to her and pulls her into a slight hug.

“Klaus we’ve talked about smoking in the house…”

“But it’s cold outside!” he whines as he plops down next to you on the couch and rests his head on your shoulder.

“He’s always been like this hasn’t he?” you ask as you glance over at Vanya.

“Yeah...pretty much…”

“Vanya! You wound me!” he exclaims dramatically.

“Cigarette out!”

“Okay! Okay! Geeze… We need to get you laid…”

“And you wonder why Ben is my favorite.”

“Drop dead…”

“Don’t talk to my child like that!”

“He’s a grown man!”

“You’re right… You’re my child…”

He throws his right hand up dramatically as he walks out to the balcony.

“How?” Vanya breaths out after a moment.

“I deal with the melodramatic for a living… You want some tea?”

“Umm… sure.”

“Great I’ll put the kettle on!”

It was a week before another Hargreeves shows up at your house. It was around ten at night and the three of you had rented a movie to watch. Sudden there is a knock on your window? All three of you turn towards the window and blink in confusion.

“OH! It’s fine it’s just Diego!”

“Does Diego have an aversion to doors?” you ask as you glance over the couch to the window.

Klaus just shrugs as he gets up to open the window and in climbs Diego.

“Diego! What are you doing here!” exclaims Klaus.

“I wanted to meet the girl that pissed Luther off,” he says with a smirk as he turns to you.

You turn towards Klaus after giving Diego the once over, “I’m not calling him Daddy no matter how many times he asks.”

Diego looks confused, “Daddy?”

While Klaus just bursts out laughing.

“Careful princess…” Diego says after a moment, sharing your wicked gleam and a smirk, “I may have to spank you.”

“Ooo...I better be a good girl then…” you say before you throw your head back with laugh.

You notice the look on Klaus’ face and you raise a brow at him. He just sends you a smirk and and wink. You roll your eyes and turn towards your new guest.

“Have you eaten? There is leftover pasta in the fridge.”

“Damn you’re going to feed me too? You can call me whatever you want then,” he says with a wink.

You laugh as you hop off of the sofa to heat up the pasta. You walk back in a few minutes later and hand him the plate. He quietly thanks you and begins to eat.

“You should just marry her Klaus!” Diego says around a mouth full of pasta.

“I agree! Let’s get married!” Klaus exclaims as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you towards him happily.

“Of course darling… we’ll do that tomorrow.”

“Yay!” he exclaims as he snuggles into you more.

You give him an affectionate smile and roll your eyes as you stroke his hair.

“Diego, if you aren’t too busy saving the general population, you should stay and watch a movie with us.”

He thinks for a moment before nodding, “Sure it would be good to relax for a night.”

The four of you end up settling in…

“Ben wants to know if we can watch that new horror movie that just came out?”

“Yeah, that’s fine with me… I’ll put it on.”

...and enjoying the night.

And that is how you met most of Klaus’ siblings.

For those of you wondering... I did not forget Allison. I just figured she would be back in LA with her daughter at this time. Don’t worry they will meet in the future! I hope you enjoyed this! Please let me know what you think!

#diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves imagine #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy fanfiction #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #klaus x reader #friendship

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postmodernmulticoloredcloak · 4 years

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Time for The Witcher episode 4!!

So the last episode was Intense(TM) and also I finally realized that the show isn’t happening all at the same time but it’s following multiple timelines, which, better late than never. Now things make more sense...

Alright, bando alle ciance and let’s do this.

“Ciri! Ciri” Cirilla: yes? “Not you, I was talking to Siri. What’s the weather going to be tomorrow”

That’s such a stupid joke. Unfollow me right now, it’s okay.

Glowy Forest Intensifies... oh, there’s people now. Forest Dora Milaje aren’t happy to see her, which is understandable, I guess. But the boss arrives.

Meanwhile, except not meanwhile, a man has had a very bad day. Apparently the nickname White Wolf has stuck. Remember when we thought the MCU was going to make Bucky into a Black Panther character as the White Wolf, official media outlet even used the White Wolf as a title for Bucky, and then it ended up in nothing? Sorry for the digression but I really hoped we’d get Bucky written by Ryan Coogler and I was really disappointed when that didn’t happen but *waves around* all of that happened instead. I mean, technically it’s not too late to make it happen but Bucky is a Disney+ creature now, so, bye.

Hello Jaskier! My boy! I missed you.

Ah, the new media image campaign is working.

“You never get involved, except you actually do, all of the time” I love this XD “I don’t do emotions or attachments” character who does emotions intensely all the time and gets attached to everyone they meet paired with “sure Jan” character who calls them out is a very good dynamic.

Ah, yes, this is perfect. I’m sorry but dark brooding protagonist and bubbly comic relief sidekick is my secret weakness.

No offense, Geralt, but those clothes did need a good washing after your latest job, so don’t make that face.

Blah blah royal affairs I should probably pay attention to.

“I am not going to protect you” [*Spongebob font* five minutes later...]

But yeah, the princess is Cirilla’s mother, I suppose, and I’m sure the marriage that produces Scream Princess is super important. She is very pretty and has lovely hair. Sometimes I wish I had long hair I could braid artistically.

The princess doesn’t want to get married to some strange dude, but the queen is A Very Strong Woman(TM) and has no time for silly things like her daughter’s feelings over the most life-changing decision in her life. She’s an interesting character for sure, and the narrative doesn’t try to frame her as either definitely good or bad, which is interesting.

Oh! Rat Boy isn’t dead! That’s great. That makes sense narratively, native forest women who suffered genocide from colonizers wouldn’t kill an elf boy who went through the same thing.

Promised husband is a shitty dude. Queen Calanthe likes Geralt, which, relatable. But she and her entourage are racist assholes, and the next scene with Cirilla and Dara tell us that their anti-elf talk isn’t just talk.

By the way, now we know for sure how much time there is between Geralt’s timeline and Cirilla’s.

The queen doesn’t like feminine dresses. Lady is trying to overcompensate a lot. But her banter with Geralt is entertaining.

The first suitor is from Nilfgaard, and in hindsight it would have been a wise choice to unify the two kingdoms... C’mon, poor guy is just awkward, he doesn’t deserve the humiliation. Or is he the guy who’ll make war later? The pilot threw too much new information at me the other day.

Yennefer is bored... and apparently 30 years has passed since the last we saw of her. (I refuse to try to understand when in relation to the other plots that puts this scene. Things will click together at some point or I’ll just accept whatever happens and nod along.) And coincidentally she is paired with a woman who laments being only considered important as a baby-producing womb. Oops. Awkward.

Not relevant to the show but my parents never get inside my room as often as while I am watching something on Netflix.

Yennefer thinks life as a court mage sucks, queen Kalis thinks life as a baby-maker sucks. They envy each other for what the other has, but they’re probably both right.

Well, boredom is no longer a problem.

Oh, poor queen, her husband paid to have her killed because she’s only given him daughters. Two episodes in a row about female heirs to kings, plus queen Calanthe being female and having a daughter who’ll have a daughter. Theeemes!

You can’t be rude to the only person who is your only hope not to die horribly, girl.

Queen Calanthe is frustrated she isn’t a man, which we could guess. She also likes the simplicity of killing, which we could also guess.

Oh! It’s almost pre-decided husband’s time to claim the girl’s hand in marriage, but New Guy appears! He’s been cursed and Mr I Don’t Pick Sides Ever No Matter What, guess what, picks a side. The audience is shocked. No one could foresee this unexpected turn of events.

Noooo the baby!!! Yennefer loses a rare chance to acquire a baby. This is sad. Damn this show doesn’t shy away from killing children, such a different feel from most stories we’re used to.

These people are weird with destiny. Calanthe says fuck destiny, Geralt says lol mood but just because you’re a queen doesn’t mean you’re above sacred rules.

OOOOH Calanthe says fuck sacred rules and it does not go well. Is this happening because she tried to mess up with the order of the world and chaos said hi? Was the princess always magical or did this happen because destiny will have its way no matter what?

Ah, her grandmother had it, she never manifested it before until now, when circumstances awoke it.

Queen Calanthe acknowledges destiny, and of course they’re all dressed in green like the mages of Feminist Hogwarts aka Chaos School. I should have paid more attention to colors but green seems to be the color of magic slash chaos slash destiny.

Then bam, red. Men. Violence.

Everyone in the forest is also dressed in green... Colors aren’t really my thing, you might have noticed that I rarely analyze colors in Supernatural and I’m not particularly into what which color means and I only notice things when they’re very obvious like the purple of transformation-slash-death, so, yeah, I am not the kind of person who notices colors until they slap me in the face. I guess this is my slap in the face by this show’s color palette XD

Also consider that I watch everything with f-lux on, so I don’t even see colors the way they actually look, I guess that’s why it’s harder for me to notice colors when everything looks orange.

Alriiiiight *disables f.lux for current app*

Oh. Oh. So this is how this show looks like.

Awkward. This is so embarrassing.

I should rewatch the whole thing with real colors now... well, another time.

Anyway, Dara has drunk antidepressant juice, but it doesn’t work on Ciri, because she is Relevant(TM) to destiny so she can’t forget her past otherwise the plot destiny can’t happen.

Sleep well baby.

Aaah husband’s curse is broken! Yay.

Geralt accidentally acquires a bond with a baby. One baby dead and Yennefer’s potential bond with her lost, one baby on her way and Geralt’s future bond with her created. So this is all about parallels based on babies and births. Cool.

In the future, destiny has arrived and indeed wrought calamity on the court and the city. Someone makes something gross with Calanthe’s dead body--a spell to learn the location of Cirilla. Trouble is coming.

Oh! It’s him, he’s not dead? And taking something from Calanthe (that will be relevant later)?

Ciri drinks stronger juice and goes to the ancestral plane, er, I mean has a vision of a Very Important Tree, sorry I had Black Panther stuck in my head from before.

Well this is very interesting and things are starting to click together and yeah it’s a weird ride but I’m enjoying it! I suppose only at the end of the season you get the full picture of why and when everything has happened so I’m just sitting here metaphorically eating popcorn waiting for things to make sense on their own rhythm. There’s a theme of motherhood and babies and it seems that Geralt’s destiny is to become a metaphorical mother for Cirilla? Or am I mixing him up with a similar kind of character with a tendency to become everyone’s mom? Anyway, I’m looking forward to see what happens.

#the witcher

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Watching The da Vinci Code for the first time - A documentation

- About to watch The da Vinci Code for the first time. It’s about 3AM. Back of the DVD says the movie’s almost 2h30 long. Will approximately be going to bed at about 6AM. I gotta be crazy.

- Back of the DVD also says (translated from German): In the middle of the night the (…) is (…) Langdon (TOM HANKS) in the (…) director was murdered. His (?) (…) that of the Vitruvian Man (…) is the first horrible clue (…) and symbols. At the risk of his life (something something) Langdon – and from then on it’s a normal description, it’s just that that part is obscured by the library stamp. So I can confidently say I totally know what’s going on in this movie! *serious nod*

- Third highlight of the back of the DVD: Ian McKellen, grumpy-looking monk dude and a guy looking like Palpatine. And the Louvre.

- Also in the movie: Some German I don’t know (but yay!) and Paul Bettany. He’s cool; I really liked him in A Knight’s Tale.

- Let’s get this show on the road!

- …gotta update my media player. One sec!

- There we go. …where’s the always-on-top button? Ah, found it! Light’s off in my room; cinema time.

- Music’s already nice in the menu.

- Audio: English. (More nice music.) Subtitles: (Hey, they have Turkish on offer!) Off.

- (They even have subtitles for the trailers. But no extras. Am miffed. What kind of bare-bones DVD is this?!)

- 20 minutes after the first “about” up there: Play movie.

- Fancy title cards.

- Dude running. He’s gonna die; I know that much.

- Paul!

- *sigh*

- Oooooh, it’s Robert. That’s a lot of applause.

- (Btw, in case you didn’t know: I have watched Angels & Demons because I love Ernesto Olivetti a crazy amount.)

- I like Robert. Awesome presentation.

- Also like Tom Hanks. He’s great.

- Accents, y’all.

- Latin? Latin. Italian? No, definitely Latin.

- Ouch. Self-flagellation. Ooooooouch. Some religious people are crazy.

- Dude, you can barely stand. I’m a sadist and I don’t want you doing that to you.

- We’re only 10 minutes in, my goodness.

- Claustrophobia! I relate to that.

- Just let the dude take the stairs.

- Wow.

- Priests.

- Have I mentioned I’m not a big fan of catholics? Nothing personal.

- Also: Autistic Langdon, symbology special interest.

- French.

- Sophie! Heard of her.

- Strange happenings.

- Oooooooooh.

- French lady. I don’t speak French.

- *window jump scare*

- We don’t trust the police guy.

- Conspiracies!

- Fuck.

- “Once he starts, he doesn’t stop.” He’s like Javert.

- Climb out the window?

- More French.

- Oooooooh! They’re so tricking them, aren’t they? They’re not dumb.

- Bye bye!

- I’m sorry for Sophie.

- (I saw that part where her grandfather got shot years ago.)

- Here we go with the anagrams.

- Eidetic memory (pretty much) - firms up my autism headcanon.

- Can you even get that close to the Mona Lisa irl?

- Tom Hanks has a really nice nose. xD

- Langdon’s so good with anagrams.

- It’s like a scavenger hunt.

- Ooh, Musketeer symbol.

- Chase music!

- Flashback with crazy meetings.

- A smart! I get to bop someone now.

- Ooh, Les Mis.

- Backwards! That’s impressive.

- She’s so gonna make it.

- She made it!

- Bye bye, mirror.

- Paul’s looking angry.

- Someone got stabbed. I sense guilt.

- More dead people.

- Holy water.

- A nun.

- A rose line.

- Is he gonna kill her? She seems nervous.

- MORE FRENCH.

- Red light zone.

- (It’s raining outside. Kinda sets the mood.)

- You stay away from that dude, nun.

- Saving a junkie?

- (Sophie’s a really nice name, btw.)

- He rambles when he gets the chance so much. Really reminds me of special interests. (And in case anyone takes issue with that, I should know. I’m autistic. I have them.)

- My parents just watched Knightfall. Now I know some about the templars’ fall.

- Sophie didn’t know they were supposed to protect the Holy Grail? Really? Huh.

- Moooooore French.

- Please don’t die, nun.

- That’s some scar under his eye.

- Those look like some anger issues.

- It’s the grumpy-looking monk dude.

- Seriously, I understand more Latin than French.

- “Blood is being spilled” as he’s spilling wine, that’s great.

- Freeeeeeeeeench.

- “I don’t think he liked me very much. He once made a joke at my expense.” I relate to this guy so hard on the autism level.

- It’s the German dude.

- That’s some system they’ve got at that bank.

- You call that a rose?

- I’m with Langdon here. Safe passage?

- Aww, poor guy. I’ve got claustrophobia, too, and I haven’t even got a traumatizing event behind me. (I read that somewhere.)

- I like the driver.

- A lot. Nice one with the watch.

- Langdon, you look sick. Please don’t die, y’all.

- JESUS CHRIST.

- Poor Sophie. </3 Woah.

- How tf did that truck get there?

- That bullet. Smaaart move. *thumbs up*

- Ouch.

- Bye bye again.

- Do I like the police captain? I don’t know.

- The tea convo. xD

- Is Langdon like this in the books? I hope he is.

- How old is Sophie? *googles Audrey Tatou* (Ooh, Amélie!) *checks when movie was made* ‘bout 30.

- Yaaaaaas, Ian.

- Also please don’t die.

- (Both my faves in Angels & Demons die. I’m vorbelastet and can’t find a good English word for that.)

- Jesus was cool.

- Those helmets. Feathers!

- “Not even his nephew twice removed.” xDDD

- Is that paisley? *googles* It is. Nice!

- Just in case you’re wondering, I am typing this as I watch the movie. I’m not saying I’m not missing anything, but I like multitasking.

- *googles The last Supper* Wow, no cup.

- Genital symbols.

- Wombs open towards the ground, though. People with them aren’t constantly doing handstands.

- Have I mentioned one of my favorite movies is Dogma, which postulates that Jesus had siblings? I’m liking this conversation.

- “Companion meant spouse.” My gay ass likes this.

- If that is Mary Magdalene, though, which apostle is missing? Been wondering this for years.

- Scions. I like this.

- I’m all for sex positivity.

- Your time’s kinda running out, guys.

- Almost halfway through, now.

- Do you seriously believe they’re murderers?

- Why do you wear your police thingies like a blind man’s band?

- Was overall expecting a bit more running in this movie, I guess.

- Poor Sophie. This is a lot to take in.

- Beating someone up with crutches! Yas!

- Like, ouch.

- Do you happen to have a secret passage under your house? Would come in real handy.

- Oh, Zürich! Man, accents. Barely understood that.

- Frehehench.

- In my personal experience claustrophobic people aren’t generally fans of planes. That might just be me, though.

- Still don’t know Paul’s character’s name.

- We are leaving the country.

- That haircut. On the dude with the grumpy-looking monk.

- Does Jesus having a family beside his parents somehow make him less holy? *shrug*

- FRENCH.

- Police brutality?

- “Please”? Seriously? I understood that much and you’re a dick.

- This is, like, some Order of the White Lotus stuff.

- You need a mirror? You can’t read it otherwise? Huh. Well, I guess it’s just easier.

- I really like Lee.

- How many more ways can I angrily write French? (I don’t have anything against the language per se. I just don’t understand what they’re saying and that irks me. There aren’t even subtitles for that. I feel like there are supposed to be subtitles.)

- (It is nice, however, that they’re sticking to the languages they’d actually be speaking. I wonder if it’s all German in German.)

- Yo, police. Be more subtle. You could have laid a trap.

- “You can start with him.” Hm! xD

- “I could run them over.” !! Man, this is great.

- This is like a fucking magic trick.

- You know what, I wanna watch that again.

- The DVD did not like that, so now I get to look at the “pick scene” menu. At least there’s more nice music.

- Just out of curiosity… *checks* There are 24 chapters and I’m at the 16th.

- I can understand more French when I concentrate on it, but I’ve been too annoyed about it so far.

- Never had French at school, btw. But have a bit of a talent for languages. When it comes to those I can sometimes cobble meaning together from context and existing knowledge.

- “The French cannot be trusted”, sounds so ominous.

- As a fan of Angels & Demons, I am very interested in what the Vatican has to say about all this.

- Told ya we don’t like planes.

- Naww, Sophie. Arm pat, yas.

- How do you accidentally fall into a well feet first? Hmm…

- Saved by pigeons, wow.

- Paul’s eyes are super blue.

- Is he gonna get killed?

- What an old-ass phone.

- I’m worried about that newspaper.

- How they’re keeping the identity of the teacher secret is A+, shooting-wise.

- “Your identity shall go with me to the grave.” Did he know he was gonna die?

- Nice one!

- Is the second movie this long? *checks* Not quite.

- Seriously. Unnaturally blue eyes.

- Shoot-out.

- I can kinda see where Lee’s coming from. Don’t agree with the method, but…

- Did a shoulder-shot really kill him?

- See? Nope.

- I think I do kinda like the police captain.

- Have I mentioned my attraction to side characters?

- Oh, that tiny wound on her neck. I like the attention to detail.

- And those stained glass windows! Pretty.

- His mind! Wow.

- I wanna see this scene without music and special effects, though, to see what Sophie and Lee see. Must be pretty weird. xD

- Dramatic musiiiiic.

- Police captain coming through! Yas.

- Robert’s like “What is happening?”

- Man, those poor policemen with the screaming dude in the back of the car.

- Can’t resist a challenge, can you?

- It’s hecking dark behind that doorway.

- Can they get away with getting rid of all the villains half an hour before the movie’s over?

- Now she’s all Ghost Whisperer-like.

- I like the way it sounds when she calls him Robert.

- (Doing some more googling. Ah, it’s Leigh. I see.)

- Who are these guys? Something bad’s happening.

- Flashbacks and MORE FRENCH.

- Wonder if Robert and Sophie use the formal you in German. It wouldn’t fit.

- Sophie’s world is kinda falling apart.

- (She’s like Bethany in Dogma. Don’t know if anyone here even knows Dogma, but I love it.)

- Family reunion! Who put those onions here?

- See? Robert and I agree. Why should a family make Jesus less holy?

- I really like this friendship. I hope they’ll meet again.

- Checking if she can walk on water. xD

- Hey, it’s the Eiffel tower! And it’s playing light house.

- Blood.

- What? What is it?

- Wow.

- This music is real nice.

- 7 minutes of credits.

- Again, though: The music is nice.

#the da vinci code #robert langdon #dan brown #tom hanks #sophie neveu #long post is long

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eallfan-1 · 5 years

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Kdrama Review: Cheese in the Trap

Or better said, me ranting over a kdrama for years in a lot of words.

It has been very difficult for me to start writing this review thanks to all the feelings with which this drama left me. After finishing it I had to get distracted by other things until the anger left me. It has been years, but I still remember this one very well.

Before expressing everything I think about this production, I will tell you a bit about the plot, its development, everything that happened throughout history and behind the scenes (scandal included) to end what went wrong. So, warning: this will contain spoilers. BUT they will be duly indicated.

Cheese in the trap is the adaptation of what at the time was an unfinished webtoon (from there it was an alarm, because it would be impossible for the drama to be 100% faithful to the original story, not that it tried precisely) written by Soon Ki.

I was filled with excitement before starting watching CIT because Park Hae Jin was the main lead.

Cheese in the trap tells us the story of Hong Seol (played by Kim Go Eun), a university student (finally a college girl in a drama and not in high school, yay!) Who, like any other student, suffers from problems relative to his student life.

And here is something that I loved about hers characterization and the drama in general: everything is very realistic. We see situations with which I identified 100%. The teamwork, the exam stress, always ending up doing all the work alone. These are veridic situations so I felt what Seol was feeling while living them, since I I have experienced them in my own flesh. That made me fond of her, and therefore, the drama.

Anyway, a year ago Seol met Yoo Jung Sunbae (played by the aforementioned, PHJ). With this character we find the true feeling of this drama.

At first, Hong Seol realizes certain things that differ of the public image of his Sunbae. Yoo Jung is a young man who always maintains a pleasant and smiling image, sociable and kind.

Like, he seems not able to kill a fly.

But Seol, who is quite observant, realizes that there is something he hides, something that does not show anyone but is there. Thanks to the fact that he realizes this, and worse, that Yoo Jung realizes that she realized (that sounded like tongue twisters) is that, in front of everyone, Yoo Jung treats Seol well, but when they are alone ... I would not say that he is bad, but the situations lent themselves in a way we are not sure whether Jung was the very embodiment of evil, or just a prejudiced person (and weird ...)

Yoo Jung is what makes this story be this story. He is a complex character, with nuances and secrets. With an unknown past and also unknown intentions. There were times when I didn't know what to think about him, and many times they leave us in the dark until later, making us see him in different lights throughout the first half of the drama. He is a very interesting character and I loved him, for the simple fact of his uncommonness and truthfulness, which lies in his complexity: because humans are complex, so a complex character feels very real.

Well, the fact is that Jung, for reasons unknown to viewers (at least at the beginning) seems that, one year after that almost hateful relationship with Seol, now he likes her. At least he acts like he does, but does he really like her, or is it a ploy? What does Jung hide? Is he a strange person, is he bad, is he good?

In the meantime, two brothers who grew up with Jung since childhood arrive to our screen. Baek In Ho (played by Seo Kang Joon) and Baek In Ha (played by Lee Sung Kyung, which we have already seen in It's okay, that's love).

This drama is PURE GOLD, that at least until chapter 9 (or 10, more or less) And here it is when I, somewhat confused by the change, goes to the net and looks for reviews of the drama, just to find what I should have known much earlier: news of the scandal. What happened, my lovely Cheese in the trap?

I read article after article, all to explain what I was seeing on the screen. My beautiful Jung, a character so interesting, so complex, that I wanted to know more, who I wanted to see grow up, suddenly, stopped appearing.

Just like that.

I mean, not completely. But Jung began to havejust fifteen minutes on screen, in a chapter of one hour, when the second main lead, Seo Kang Joon, who plays Baek In Ho, raises his time on screen until he seems more a main than Hong Seol herself (not that I would measure time, but more or less)

The change was noticed. I noticed that the story I wanted to know, Jung's, his problems at work, his relationship with Seol, and so on. All that was relegated to a non-existent plot plane, which focused on InHo and its problems: In Ho and his piano, In Ho and his insecurities, InHo and his little heart, In Ho and his work, In Ho and his debts, In Ho and In Ho and more and more In Ho. I am not blind to not notice such a radical change. And not that I didn't like In ho, but these scenes didn't contribute anything to the story.

Not only did Jung stop appearing, but his story went from important to irrelevant, and the drama that was about his personality, his relationship with Seol and the university ceased to be ... to be what? The InHo self-pity show?

So this is what happened: Park Hae Jin, the actor for whom I began to see this drama, which began, not only well, but in an excellent way, called an interview to complain about it.

That won’t sound strange (oh yes, an actor complained and?) But for this we must bear in mind that we are talking about a Korean actor. Korea, a country where all of us who have become accustomed to their culture know that everything is choreographed. The actors, the Idols are so correct that they say almost nothing out of place, because everything is scripted.

That a Korean actor, contrary to all his "culture" called an interview to complain about a production is unusual. What I say unusual, is very very very unusual. An actor who speaks like this is not only exposed to the condemnation of the netizens, but to bad publicity. And in Korea bad publicity is the bane of any public figure.

Anyway, that is why this was a big scandal here in kdramaland. PHJ says: “I recorded scenes, these were cut. Crucial scenes for my character and his growth, for the public to understand. I'm a webtoon fan, he says, so I wanted to do justice to the character. They cut scenes already recorded about Jung's childhood, scenes I worked hard on”

And the question is why did they do it? PHJ did not know and we, much less. Why cutting the wings of an actor who, without a doubt, was up to the character, who carried it masterfully, and who had already recorded what was necessary? Why?

It is when, in view of what was happening, the original webtoon writer, Soon Ki, now complained: “I was not consulted at all after chapter six”

That, along with the increase of the SKJ scenes, and that he was about to release a new drama with the channel, gave and continues to give rise to many conjectures about what happened there. That it was a strategy to promote the new SKJ drama, that problems between the director and PHJ, that this, the other ... But in reality, we know nothing for sure.

What happened to what could have been Cheese in the trap? Well, nothing, because it was in a noticeable decline.

Leaving aside the problems of production, that personally bother me a lot, are the problems of the drama itself, of what we see on the screen.

The last episode arrived and I was not disappointed. I was ANGRY. Rabid, even.

I didn't expect much, not only because it is common in kdramas to have bad endings, but also because, seeing the last episodes, there was no way for everything to be fixed. There was no way. And there was not.

The end is an insult to every viewer.

The ending was an insult to fans who gave them ratings.

It is an ending that should shame them, because honestly, they could have done better. But they didn’t. Why? Here I have an answer. Because they didn't want to. They didn't want to give back to the fan that was tuning them in, to the viewers who gave them sixteen hours of their lives at watching their drama.

First of all, Jung. Jung is a character who could have given much more. PHJ did an excellent job in his characterization, and with the little time he had on screen, he made magic at helping us to understand the character, even if we only saw it for fifteen minutes.

But the biggest problem I have with this story was not seeing In Ho playing the piano for so long, it was the waste of Jung's character. Many were left with the idea that Jung was the worst psychopath. We did not see his past because the scenes of his childhood were cut. We did not see his problems on a daily basis, we did not see his thoughts, as we were supposed to, because his scenes got cut.

And the most important. We did NOT see the long-awaited Character development. It supposedly happened. Jung grew up, learned, softened. Improved, accepted himself and so on. But it doesn't happen on our screen. And we can't even see which was the end result for Jung.

If you ask me, I don't think Jung was a psycho. He was a person who, from the little that I could capture, his past and his childhood taught him to be what he was, a person who does not always make the best decisions and who does not tempt his heart to take revenge on those who hurt him , which is not right, but that's what I wanted to see! Yes, he made the same mistake like three times, but i wanted to see him learning to be better, but we are not able to see any of that. Jung ended up being a secondary character in a story that deserved his stellar role.

The relationship of Hong Seol and Yoo Jung seemed very tender to me, the truth is that in the first half they were OTP. Although it had its flaws and that was what the drama dealt with, in a very bad way, at the end.

That if everything Jung did was forgivable? The truth is, I don't think what Jung did was so bad at any time, but that is maybe just me. It was not the best way, obviously, but it is not as if he had killed anyone or as if the injured ones were not doing bad things. He did what he thought was right, in his own way, and it was not always the best. And Seol came to understand and love him and accept him and ... to forgive him? I think not everything should be justified, and it is something that we also needed to see on screen: after the end, did they fix everything? But no matter what, there is no way that I can see the relationship between Seol and Jung as toxic.

Unknowns and more unknowns in this drama that could have been one of my favorites, but ended up being only a so-so kdrama (that is because even with all the wrongs, those first episodes are gold and I treasure them like nothing else)

I recommend it? After such a long review (but I had a lot to say about this) we could deliver by reading that, yes, I recommend it. Its first half is worth all the anger at thesecond. Everyone's performance is very good, the atmosphere is just right, not to mention the ost, its characters, the situations of the typical school life and Jung , a character that fascinated me from beginning to end, in spite of all the incongruities that the script had in its final round.

#kdrama review #kdrama #korean drama #tvn #cheese in the trap #park hae jin #seo kang jun #kim go eun #webtoon #soon ki #review #me #mine #jungseol

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Endless Summer, Book One. Chapter 1: This Must Be Heaven

???: Stay down! It’s coming this way!

??? 2: Tim! Give me your hand!

??? 3: You don’t understand, do you? Of course not. But you will… in time.

The plane shudders, jolting you awake. You blink away the strange dream as your eyes adjust to the bright sunlight outside…

Tim: Wow…

Your best friend Diego gives you a goofy smirk from the seat beside you.

Diego: Morning, sleepyhead.

Tim: I’m not still dreaming, right?

Diego: Doesn’t feel real, does it? But we’re finally on our way!

The chatter of the ten contest winners from your school fills the small plane…

Quinn: One magical week in paradise, here we come!

Craig: All expenses paid, what whaaaat!

Raj: Good thing too. I’m so deep in student debt I couldn’t even afford instant ramen right now.

Diego: Hey… you okay, Tim? Bad dream?

Tim: Just a really weird one. I dreamt about… about him!

You instantly recognise the guy walking down the aisle toward you.

Diego: You had a dream about Sean Gayle? Well, what are you waiting for? Go talk to him!

Diego pushes you out into the aisle, right as he passes by! You bump into each other.

Sean: Whoa, hello there!

Diego: My friend Tim here wants to say something.

Time: Outta my way! Think you can take up all that room with those big muscles? Think again, bud!

Sean: How, uh, rude of me...

Sean excuses himself as he slips by you.

Diego: Oh man, got that whole thing on video. You’ve gotta see your face… Huh, weird. Is it really 5:15? We should’ve landed an hour ago and it didn’t feel like you’d been snoring that long.

Tim: Hilarious. I’ll go ask the pilot if something’s up.

As you make your way forward, you pass by the other students talking loudly over each other…

Aleister: Excuse me, will you all please cease your babbling?! The tour guide is trying to speak!

Lila: Thank you Aleister! As you tour guide for the week, I just want to say that we should all try to… you know, be friends! It is an island after all, so… you’re kinda stuck with each other! Hee hee!

Zahra: Is it too late to jump out of the plane?

The pilot has his combat boots kicked up on the dashboard.

Tim: Excuse me. It’s Jake right? Weren’t we supposed to have landed by now…? Wait, are you asleep?!

Jake: Hrn?

He opens his eyes and looks back at you. Instantly you recognise his face too… from that same bizarre dream…

Jake: Listen, Boy Scout, don’tcha know it’s rude to wake someone who’s taking a nap?

Tim: ‘Boy Scout’?

Jake: What can I say? I give nicknames to people who annoy me.

Tim: In that case, I’m calling you Jared Leto.

Jake: ‘Jared Leto’? Whoa, hang on, I do not look like Jared Leto! I had this haircut before Jared Leto did, okay?

Tim: No judgement here. We all get our style from somewhere.

Jake: Alright, comedian, when I come back in a week to pick y’all up, you, my friend, are riding in the cargo bay.

Time: Okay, okay. What if I just called you Joker?

Jake: Fine. But I’m picturing the Heath Ledger one instead. Anyway, relax. We ain’t landing ‘til… The hell? That time ain’t right… And that ain’t right either.

He whacks the instrument panel on his dash a few times.

Tim: You sure you know what you’re doing?

Jake: If you knew half the things I’ve survived, you’d bet on me to get you through anyth--

Out of nowhere, turbulence hammers the plane! You’re thrown into the wall of the cockpit!

Tim: Aah!

Jake: Aw, just great! This stormfront’s coming in quick.

He leans in and grabs the yoke.

Jake: Get your ass in a seat, hear? And tell everybody to buckle up.

Tim: But--

Jake: Now, Boy Scout!

Dark clouds close in around the plane, gusts rocking it side to side. Everyone starts shouting…

Raj: Ohhhh, I am really regretting that airport Chipotle!

Craig: Don’t puke, bro! If you puke, I’m gonna puke!

Michelle: Where the hell did this storm come from?! It was a clear day!

Jake: It happens, okay? This is totally normal!

Zahra: Yeah. Sure. THAT looks normal.

Outside, balls of orange electricity coalesce out of the dark sky and explode in a crackle of sparks!

Grace: It looks like ball lightning… but I’ve never seen anything quite like this!

Aleister: This is all wrong! I can’t die here, surrounded by these morons!

Sean: Everyone, just breathe! We’re gonna get through this!

Quinn: Oh god, Oh god…

A blistering crack of thunder deafens you as lightning strikes the plane! Sparks fly in the cockpit!

Jake: Welp, engines just lost power! Bringin’ her down manually! Everybody, hang on!

The shouting grows louder as your classmates start to panic… all except one. A girl with a tight ponytail and a long scar across her eye sits alone in the back row of the plane, silent and unfazed.

Lila: Tim! Safety first! Please find a seat!

You look for an empty space around you… You tumble into the seat beside Quinn as the plane lurches violently! Quinn’s face is drawn tight, refusing to look.

Quinn: Hff… hff…

Tim: Just breathe. It’ll pass.

Quinn: This can’t happen… not yet… it’s too soon.

Quinn grips the armrests tightly. Her chest rises and falls shallowly, as if she’s having trouble breathing. You rest your hand gently on top of hers.

Tim: I’m here. You’re not alone. We’ll be okay.

Quinn: I…

She relaxes and lets out a deep sigh. When she opens her eyes, they meet yours.

Quinn: Thank you…

She offers you her hand. You take it. She smiles sweetly, and it somehow makes all the shouting and alarms fade to the background.

Quinn: I’m Quinn.

Tim: Tim.

Jake: Just a little farther! I think we’re almost out!

Just as the lightning reaches fever pitch, the plane bursts out of the storm clouds into clear sky!

Raj: Woooooooohoooooo! We’re alive!

Quinn: Tim, look! There it is…

Jake: Get a good look now, ‘cause we’re coming in fast! Welcome to La Huerta.

The plane sinks toward the gorgeous, sprawling island. At its center, a volcano rises above the rainforest, breathing a white column of smoke.

Jake: La Huerta Tower, this is tail number XC-DMK, requesting emergency priority to land!

Radio: …

Jake: Carlos! Pick up, you lazy bastard. It’s Jake!

Radio: …

Jake: Ignoring me won’t make me forget the hundred bucks you owe me. Like it or not, we’re coming in!

The plane lands on a dirt airstrip at the edge of the island, pulling into a hangar. You step down the stairs into the warm tropical sunshine.

Tim: Rough landing, Joker. Hope you don’t work for tips.

Jake: You kidding? I’m a damn hero for even getting you on the ground! Carlos, I need a tune-up! … Carlos!

As Jake marches off, the rest of your group pulls their luggage from the plane’s cargo bay…

Quinn: This island’s supposed to be one of the most beautiful places on earth. The beaches, the waterfalls…

Grace: It’s also home to a plethora of rare flora and fauna!

Craig: Only ten spots on the trip, and they had to give one to this dork…

You reach for your suitcase handle just as Sean does.

Sean: Oh, sorry!

Tim: If you wanna carry my bag, go right ahead.

Michelle: Oh my god. Could you be any more desperate?

A pretty girl in heavy makeup drapes her arms around Sean.

Michelle: People like you always hover around the spotlight like moths.

Tim: Spotlight?

Michelle: Yeah, right. As if you don’t know who Sean is.

Craig: Seriously? Our superstar quarterback? … The Heisman frontrunner?

Sean: Guys, it’s cool. Chill out--

Michelle: Look, Sean doesn’t need any famehounds hanging around, got it?

Tim: Exactly. So what are you doing here?

Michelle: Ex-cuse me?!

Tim: You heard me. You’re just stalling to think up a comeback. Don’t worry. I’ll wait.

Michelle: You--

Sean: Michelle, can you chill? And I don’t mean Netflix and chill. I mean actual chill. Please.

As Michelle starts arguing with Sean, you back away. Your foot clinks on something.

Tim: Huh? What’s this?

Diego: Is that… a tranquilizer dart? The vial’s nearly empty. It must’ve hit its target.

Tim: Yeah, and this is a pretty big dose. Whatever animal they took down must’ve been huge.

Diego: You mean, if they took it down.

You look up and see someone watching you from nearby, listening to your conversation.

Tim: Hey, Diego… who is that?

Diego: Dunno. Got eyes for the mysterious hottie, huh?

Tim: There’s something… off about her.

Diego: What gives you that idea?

Tim: She’s too quiet.

Diego: Quiet? So what? I’m quiet. Well, when I’m not around you.

Tim: I guess you’re right. I don’t know why I’m being suspicious.

Diego: Huh… well, there is one thing.

Tim: What?

Diego: We were told that ten students from our college had won this trip, right? Obviously we’re not counting the pilot or the guide, but… Count us off. She makes eleven.

You look in the girl’s direction once more, and this time she’s staring directly back at you. Your eyes lock. You try to look away, but for some reason you can’t, as if she’s pulling you in with her gaze.

Jake: Hey, Lila! Where the hell are your people?

Jake storms back, and at last the silent girl looks away. The strange hold over you dissipates. You shake it off.

Jake: There’s nobody here!

You all look around. You and your group are still the only people at the airstrip.

Lila: They should be here in a shuttle to take us up to the main resort, but… I’m sure it’s just a slight delay! No need to fret! They’ll be here any minute.

Jake: The hell with that. I’m going up to that control tower to get some answers.

Tim: What do you think is going on here?

Jake: No idea… Call it a gut feeling, but whatever it is, it ain’t good. So, Boy Scout? You comin’ or not?

Michelle: I could go with you--

Jake: Wasn’t talkin’ to you, Maybelline.

Lila: Um, okay! I guess, the rest of you, please follow me? We’ll take the short walk up the hill to the resort. Sounds fun, right? Yay! Um, Quinn? Where are you going?

Quinn is skipping past Lila, unbuttoning her blouse.

Quinn: Some of us want to explore the beach a little first! We’ll meet you guys at the hotel! Oof, this button’s stuck. Tim, could you help me?

Tim: Oh! Sure…

Quinn draws close to you, and you help her undo the last button. She slips out of her top.

Quinn: Ahh, that’s better! You’re coming to the beach with us, right?

Tim: I’m tired. I’ll just head up to the hotel now.

Your group gradually winds your way up the paved road, rolling your suitcases. You’re beginning to fatigue when you come around the bend and see it…

Lila: May I be the first to welcome you all to The Celestial!

Grace: We get to stay here?!

Zahra: Huh. Maybe this trip won’t suck.

Sean: Well? What are we waiting for? Let’s check out our rooms.

Your group excitedly heads toward the lobby, passing under a long, ornamented overhang, while Lila launches into her rehearsed speech.

Lila: ‘The Celestial Hotel and Resort, the jewel of the Caribbean, boasts 25 stories and 1,200 suites of the finest tropical accommodations you can imagine. Built on the island of La Huerta, which means ‘The Garden’, the Celestial ranked in Travel and Leisure’s top ten global hotels last year.’

The automatic doors slide open welcomingly, and you enter the crisp air conditioning of the lobby… Every last one of you freezes where they stand.

Tim: Um…

Lila: I… I don’t understand.

The silence is deafening. The front desk stands deserted. Suitcases and luggage carts lie unattended. On a table, a half-finished wine glass gathers dust.

Zahra: If this place is supposed to be so great… Then where the hell is everyone?

#endless summer #choices es #choices #playchoices #bad choices

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critical role episode 48 campaign 2 notes and funny lines post break edit:this has detailed notes on all the stuff that happened later in the episode including physical descriptions near the end. enjoy ya nerds

don’t steal the books from a high powered mage; don’t kill the dude; beau turning into cad; look at beau planning for the future

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is marisha flirting with matt via matt playing yasha and beau flirting with yasha?

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‘tea the international language’ but no earl grey

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wensworth the goblin

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coming from Cad ‘im a fine tea maker’ is kinda a threat tbh

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elf that isn’t white/European??? yay! also really old elves are cool

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beau and cad tag teaming a political chat with a mage this can’t end poorly

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Nott: :beau ruins every situation shes in and is very abrasive

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send the freaking cat!!! why not?? caleb my dude

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god i miss allura and gilmore currently

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fucking fuck don’t lie to the mage beau plz stop this is painful ‘you’re not wrong’ sure blame the ancient sea god

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‘on the verge of returning’ yea no duh you let him out 2/3 of the way so fjord could get a spell

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‘we found a thing’ so smooth and eloquent beau ‘it was presented to us as the happy fun time ball’

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‘butter fingers with magical items’

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beau getting a geography lesson from a very old powerful elven mage

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‘magical geometric orb that has the ability to bend time and space and fate’ which is kept in a hot pink magic bag that happened to ‘fall into [their] lap’

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‘if youre down im down is what im saying... i have a few slots open in my loyalty bank if you’re willing to pay rent’ says the 20 some human who punches things to the centuries old wizard ‘

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liam stress eating

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cad’s hope in the group is heartwarming

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tower metaphors and a conversation!!!

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caleb reading shitty romance novel and nott eating a fish outside a mage’s tower in the morning sunlight in a major city

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caleb takes the rear

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first name drop and a while

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holy shit 200 years of magic using

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cad explaining materialistic nature of the rest of the party to elf dude is hilarious

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teleportation circles?????? in return for access to the sphere!! oh shit thats good

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or candy

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crap. no one has insight checked this dude and they gave him the happy fun ball and made a deal kinda.

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‘how do we prove our loyalty?’ ‘by not fucking me over’ sounds like a good plan

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is this guy just caleb’s patron now on the low idk this is how my head works and he said learn

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“you have a geometric shape that makes babies?” “yea they talked about that”

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fjord just kills the dude

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‘i got banishment on hold just in case’ *cackling laughter*

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i agree with elf dude, him not knowing anything about the dodecha is more concerning than him knowing about it

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ALL THE CITIES FROM CR1 MENTIONED FOR THE FIRST TIME!!! I STILL MISS ALLURA AND GILMORE

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good to know the pink bag protects from divination on this plane but just this one

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jester and the traveler figurine

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cad included the Traveler in the ‘chaotic forces’ i still think the traveler is some kinda arch fey evil things idk its real late here and this is incoherent

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‘well, thats been my morning tea‘

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caleb getting additional tour

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good aesthetic for the room tbh

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letting weird people in for morning tea is entertainment is a mood and something i strive to be able to do without getting murdered one day

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so yasha and caleb both have gotten the ‘stay with friends’ chat from a powerful being which is nice. but also the ‘use who you need to’ going to caleb is vaguely concerning

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personalized biscuits [bourbon, cinnamon, lobster, fish and three unknowns]

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‘caleb, what happened in there?’

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cad not believing caleb’s bullshit and opening doors for caleb warms my heart

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‘if this isn’t the death of us, and if not hes a good ally. somethings gonna be the death of us so [yolo]’

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‘you can’t bullshit everyone in this world’

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cad talking about beau telling the truth: ‘you’re not very good at it but you tried

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jester looking out for nott and her home town

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caleb and beau being cute while also giving each other shit is the most sibling like thing

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omg going back to allfield that was so long ago for fucks sake BRYCE my person thank god

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jester had a boy band phase its cannon and i think the girls had a sleepover in jester’s old room. also marion never leaves the hotel. THE RUBY NECKLACE MY HEART AND THE HONEY AWWWWW

‘the army of men and women and inbetween that will do as i want them to’ god i adore her being protective of jester

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also the fact matt makes such a good mom why is he like this

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travel time!!!! ‘roll for initiative’-tal

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how does matt keep these notes so organized and remember all the npc names

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the ranger/beast master in Laura is coming out with nugget

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caleb is a devout cat person and jester is the definition of a dog person

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nott refining oil on a magical moving cart, while jester reads a romance novel and trains a dog,

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Dyren- Beau’s roommate at colbot souls; ‘taught beau lots of really cool things’ got sent to a warfront. shaved head, dark clothes, buff b/c ‘been workin out’, ‘do you love her?’ they had ‘good times’, then literal booty call, and dropping locations, Dyren was in Bladegarden. ‘fierce eyebrows, pointed nose’

OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES

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Vandren info drop to Fjord ‘he was making amends’

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Dyren responded and was hurt in Bladegarden but is safe. Beau looked immediately worried and happy about jester’s imput [’sounded way into you’]

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empire kids chat and caleb admitting insecurities about powerful people and being scared about the consequences of his actions and the group’s actions. caleb is scared about being forced to leave for safety and being ‘flayed alive’. my thoughts are he would leave if he became a threat to the others by being there or vise versa. trent would extort that b/c hes a dick

“caleb, unfortunately, you don’t get to choose who cares for you” you’re fucking correct Beau

“the problem with friends is that you have to care for them”

walks away “wow cool caleb! see- jester thinks you’re cool because shes your fucking friend!”

me too Tal “everything i like about those two characters in one conversation”

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5 years since Caleb left Trent and crew ie had a nervous breakdown

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gustav left town after being freed and trostenwald now has a WV accent that is too familiar

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100 extra soldiers in allfield. bryce is still up and kicking and wonderful. stuff ‘got this far east [quickly]’. the attacks came from underground apparently so fuck. the fields were burned, building destroyed a bit then they [Xhorhasians] left

“good thing is they’ve already been attacked so lightning doesn’t strike twice” oof thanks bryce

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beau just dead ass asking for illegal writing statements

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fjord having a thank u jesus bryce moment

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jester giving cad a pretty present is ‘so exciting’ and precious

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Cad not knowing cookbooks were a thing!!! and not being utterly literate enough to understand it

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wtf happened to liam’s voice in the ‘main export is oysters’ thing

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FELDERWEN!!!!!

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a dozen squads of 50 ppl each patrolling felderwen area so rippppp

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Nott knows where the halfing’s house is.... interesting... and is heavily drinking

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BLUE FLASH

elven woman in fine clothes of green and black ----lady vest durogna the arch mage of antiquity serboros assembly

a male figure in deep blue robes, older pale elf, fine clothes, the flash came from him----- martinette luden’th de____ arch mage of domestic protection

CALEB KNOWS THEM BOTH FROM THE ACADEMY AHHHHHH

he just lays flat and hides in the cart internally: ‘nopenopenopenope’

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several burned buildings, a warehouse, an inn, apothecary and several houses

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ohhhh shit the halfling was the owner of the apothecary and nott was looking for the shit she had been sending back this whole adventure....... im sad now that was confirmed

havent found a body of yeza

luke is yeza’s son at old edith’s house

halflings only produce halflings according to something i read at some point but forget where sooooooooo

shattered vials and materials and house stuff

CHILDREN'S TOYS

locked basement which nott knows of?? Nott is anxious and impatient when the door doesn’t open. jester fails, yasha rages and at a 19 and doesn’t break the door. ‘it wasn’t [trapped]’ but dispel magic worked to open it.

a 15′x15′ room, tossed ‘not like you remember’ to nott, a 2x3 iron chest. a single chair in the center of the room. definitely a struggle with heavy impacts and blade scratched on wall

nott was the torturer from the goblin tribe

chair was placed in the spot after the struggle

this was where he [yeza] kept chemicals according to nott

poisoned iron locked box (dull black glass) inside a retractable silver tripod to hold something atop it, 3 empty vials 1 full one with a liquid/gas fog like dull colored thing, a pile of destroyed notes [two pieces of still legible paper which have props]

dunamous field, causes ppl slow to be slower or faster, ‘captured crin operatives’ dunaments and dunamacy, origon gliffs, exist outside established schools of magic, theory in deeply rooted in arcana taken for granted, rooted in _____ town, 12-16 months to refine, word has found me that trent’s kiddos have knacks for this things, dreams are thrilling

well shittttt

crin on battle fields, ‘breaking fields of fate, fuck the raven queen

SHIIIIIT

a piece of dunemous

dodecha goes in tripod according to beau

chair facing chest

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cricks did this apparently

a little under 100 crowns guard killed, 4 civilians burned

soldiers just ‘slowed down’

left via tunnels and collapsed them behind them

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nott dont be a bitch and don’t get mad at caleb and call them ‘his people’

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cad picks up caleb and ‘youre not at fault here, youre the solution here. don’t let her anger... its not about you’

my HEART

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the chest is too big for the haver sack but fits in lorenzo’s bag of holding

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people have entered and exited since the attack and left the chair and stuff

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lots ‘o chairs

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nott needs to see ledith and uke (?) and not flip the fuck out

‘humble hobble’

nott looked like halfling plump face, braids, tan skin

edith- human older, grey hair, beady eyes, ever present smile like face

LUKE IS HER SON!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CANNON

*edit- rewatching this and seeing ever one’s faces “wheres my son?!” particularly laura/liam/travis just hurt. liam just looked up after a second and travis did his face he does and laura just stiffened and eyes and hand to face. caleb/liam who knows just hugs himself the rest of the convo. marisha is note taking and fuck the video off now

about 5 yrs old, blue eyes, tan/light brown skin, halfling

gave him the doll of the king

IM GONNA CRY NOW BYE

‘HES PROABLY DEAD NOW TOO LIKE I THOUGHT YOU WER’

yenza locks him away when ‘the mean lady comes by’

mean lady has pointy ears and comes often, luke was kept in room, luke was pushed out of the house and told to go somewhere safe so he ran to edith’s house and ‘everything was on fire’

‘im not strong enough to come back yet but know that [im stll thinking of you and i send things] and i hope dad sends them to you.“ fuck my heart

“in my heart i think he is” “well don’t die”

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the elves are gong to the ruins of yenza’s house

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marisha looked so betrayed

tal ‘i was waiting for the riegel shoe to drop’

WOW

HEY CALEB- WOOOW

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we’ll pick up hiiiere

fuck you sam and matt and everything abou this my heart is just FUCKKK

ummm so enjoy the frantic poorly taken notes <3

#critical role spoilers #spoilers #lore drop #ohh shit #fuck you sam #not okay in the slightest why are you like this #i dont have words at this point

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Trauma Center: Second Opinion: Bombs Are Basically Organs, Right?

[Content warning for surgery stuff, and euthanasia, a topic which this game *also* handles poorly]

Circe here! So, now that Derek has learned to use dark magic and defeated evil lung monsters, he's caught the attention of Caduceus, a super research lab that's all about curing incurable diseases. GUILT, admittedly, seems pretty curable with basic surgical tools, you just have to be really good with them, but I guess wielding the healing power of dark magic is worth taking notice of. Derek decides it'd do the most good to roll with Caduceus, so our next surgery is going to be the last one at this hospital before we move on. Here, we've gotta fix a young girl's heart. Hopefully the music can free her whenever it starts. But her heart, unlike the music, is actually stopping quite a lot instead. I hope you remember how to use the defibrillator! I skimmed over it before, but basically you have to push the remote forward, then press B and Z with specific timing, and you get to try again until either you get it or the patient dies. Yay! Here, we need to replace her heart valve with a fake one, but her heart stops, like, every ten seconds, which makes things a bit tricky. I, um, I'm sure she won't suffer any long-term effects from her heart stopping like a dozen times in the space of five minutes, right? Definitely. She's fine. It's fine. She's fine. She's *fine*.

But okay, time for another aside with Dr. Weaver. This time, a shady guy needs her to remove some real bad tumors from some other guy. These tumors are...weird. Each one is surrounded by three veins that have to be severed with a scalpel before it can be removed. Things get pretty wild near the end, and we find that Dr. Weaver, unsurprisingly, also can use dark magic. So it's all good. It seems like Dr. Weaver is seriously indebted to this shady guy, which is why she takes whatever work he needs her to do. Apparently something went bad in Japan, so she had to change her name and leave -- she used to go by Dr. Kimishima, although I'll admit, that name doesn't mean anything to us right now.

Back to Derek! He's off to Caduceus. Unfortunately, Angie's going with us. We're also introduced to a pretty big cast of characters, but I'll just kinda touch on them as they become important. Our first surgery at Caduceus is basically just practicing on the same tiny disease monster as last time, which we now know is called Kyriaki. There's a ton of different strains of GUILT, and it's basically just a catchall for whatever made-up anime disease monster the devs wanted to stick in.

As promised, one of the characters is now important! Introducing Tyler Chase, Derek's friend from med school. Remember the shady whisperings about a 'death doctor'? Well, it turns out Tyler's our guy. Today, in a very special episode of Trauma Center...let's talk about euthanasia. After Derek finds out about this, Tyler talks about how he just wants to end unnecessary suffering, and that's why he euthanizes patients. He talks about Derek 'turning him in' for this, so with the full breadth of context, it seems very much like Tyler is euthanizing patients in secret, illegally, and without asking them. Which...I think is actually murder, not euthanasia.

This comes to a head when we see Tyler's kid sister Amy. She's infected with an incurable strain of GUILT, and all the surgery that has been done on her hasn't helped. Tyler thinks we should just stop, rather than prolong her suffering, but Derek cannot allow that, so he insists on operating. When we go to Amy's room, she says she wants the surgery, and this one moment of a patient objecting to being allowed to die abruptly changes Tyler's mind completely. Which, again, confirms that Tyler has really not been asking anyone if they want to be euthanized. I should hate Tyler more, but this plot point is so bizarre and artificial that I can't really work up the same kind of reaction as I did to Angie. At least there's a sort of driving logic behind Tyler's actions, even if they're, like, kind of awful. This exchange also tells us a lot about the core ethos of Trauma Center, but I think I'm going to save a discussion of that for the end of this game, after we've really had a good chance to just...take in this game's worldview in full.

The surgery itself is more GUILT-based absurdity. This kind if called Deftera. It's made up of red and blue parts, which the game calls tumors, and claims that they only appear to move by replicating their DNA very rapidly. I can only figure that this is confirmation that their tiny monster appearances are kind of...visual metaphors for disease, I guess? But it's kind of sloppy and imprecise so I'm going to continue to treat them as totally literal. Anyway, when a blue and red one crash into each other, they start trying to consume each other, and they can be damaged in this moment. When they're damaged enough, they start freaking out and damaging the patient a lot, but then we can cut them out and remove them. It takes me a couple tries, because it gets kinda hectic once the game introduces two of each color. But eventually we manage it, and Tyler realizes that actually people don't want to die. Hoo-ray.

After this, Derek heads off to an international doctors' conference with another Caduceus doctor, Cybil Meyers. Apparently she used to be a cop before becoming a doctor, and remember that, it's going to be important later. Oh, we also meet Victor Niguel, who's one of Caduceus's R&D guys. Actually, I don't remember if he does anything important, so nevermind him. At the conference, an important-looking guy says that GUILT is being spread by a terrorist organization called Delphi, and we found one of their labs in Africa, where they were experimenting on people. So we should, like, go there and take a look. Everything's good until suddenly, the lights go out and the emergency doors lock everyone inside, and we find a bomb. Cybil makes the logical decision, which is that if we're going to blow up anyway, we should definitely try and just defuse the bomb. I said she's a former cop, right? Apparently she dated a member of a bomb squad, so she like, totally knows about bombs, and how to defuse them with surgical instruments.

Yes, that's right. It's time to operate on a bomb.

As you'd imagine, this patient is a bit unlike any of the others. We need to turn the screws to open the cover, and we need to figure out which way to turn the screws or else the bomb will blow up. After that's done, we need to mess with the voltage, which is just, like, messing with pins till a meter goes right. It's not that interesting. No, the *next* part is where it gets interesting. The bomb core is surrounded by white panels, and at any given time a small number of them will be flashing red. You need to zap the white ones with your laser and avoid the red ones, till they're all gone. I'll admit, it's kinda tense. God, I can't imagine doing this without direct mouse control. Once we get the last of these, we expose the bomb core, but it's surrounded with spinning patterns of red tiles, so we have to laser it without hitting them. It's easiest to use Derek's dark magic here, they go pretty fast. With that done, the bomb is defused, and all the doctors are saved.

Time to go to Africa!

Wait, hold on. First, on the plane over, one of the passengers gets sick, so we have to drain his bad stuff out. This is a pretty conventional surgery, except you're regularly interrupted by airplane turbulence. I also found it kinda boring. You spend way longer than necessary draining fluid from this guy.

OKAY NOW WE'RE IN AFRICA. We find this village abandoned, but after some searching we find this one kid, who conveniently leads us to Delphi's lab. There's not much there, it's been totally abandoned too. The trip turns out to be a wash, but worse yet, when we see the kid again, he's caught...TRIANGLES.

Okay, so let me break this down, because this is where the game starts getting mean. This kid's organ is getting covered with triangles, which basically will petrify it. This will kill him...obviously. This thing is made up of two parts: a regular pattern of triangles, and thorns that stick out of the points of the triangles. A triangle can only be removed when there are no thorns touching it, but the thorns grow back fairly quickly. Also, whenever you remove a triangle, they will attempt to go through a growth cycle. In a growth cycle, an empty space becomes a triangle if it's adjacent to a triangle and two thorns are touching it. There's also another condition, which I only learned about from the wiki, where a triangle with no other triangles next to it will generate three new ones, one on each edge, if it has any thorns touching it at all. Phew. You can see how this could get out of control quickly. I appreciate how this is sort of a puzzle, but it also feels like it doesn't take very many mistakes before you may as well just start over, because if there's a lot of triangles, beating back the growth of thorns is brutal. Also, some thorns will dissolve into mist, and if you don't vacuum the mist out, it'll spread even more triangles. This isn't very hard, but the biggest problem is that it distracts you from your flow of removing thorns as quick as possible, and can lead to falling behind very quickly. It's hectic and difficult, but with a bit of quick thinking and careful action, you'll get rid of every triangle.

At this point, we've actually just hit a chapter break, so I might see about breaking these posts into single chapters from now on. We'll see how that goes. So let's review: shocking a small child's chest a dozen times, tumors with vein shields, amazing fighting color-coded tumors, a fucking bomb defusal with a scalpel and a surgical laser, and of course the peril of triangles. That is all, see you next time!

#circe #marathon #trauma center #trama center second opinion

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7wanderingpaws · 6 years

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Korean Dalmatians Part 1 (Jinyoung) AU

Hello, dear readers!

This was a pretty cool request that I got a little while ago (and just finalized the first part, sorry for the wait). I was so excited to write this, I hope it came out well. The second part will be up soon!

Please let me know what you think? And thank you to the creative anon! <3

- - - Jinyoung x reader - - - 101 Dalmatians AU (request)

It was a late night flight that you took that day with Jewel. Actually, the first flight of the new day. Exactly at 00:45 you were boarding the plane hoping your beautiful dalmatian Jewel was all safe and taken care of. You had a long journey ahead and when you sat down at the window seat, the weather in London was cold and it was just about to rain. You had to smile to yourself. It all looked like in some modern Sherlock Holmes film.

The flight was too long for your legs and your entire being. You never travelled to South Korea before but you knew this was the best thing to do in order to escape this utterly horrible witch that was chasing you and your pups.

Although you were sad, this was for the best.

~ 2 weeks later ~

"Jewel! C'mon, we are going out to the park!" you shouted and heard heavy taps of your big doggo. She was excited, tong out, tail wiggling. You chuckled as you put on the leash and you were all set to go.

Living on the 5th floor had its ups and downs and since you preferred taking the stairs, it had its downs this time. Jewel, being an energetic dog, was literally dragging you, you barely managing not to fall down and break your poor self. "Jewel, slow down a bit. You're so out of control today," you mumbled as Jewel looked behind her at you with a cheeky expression. "Huh, how dare you. I feed you, I wash you," you complained silently but it was all just jokes. And Jewel knew it.

The Boramae park was not far away from your apartment building. It was a busy park surrounded with tall buildings (owned by Samsung, of course). You heard the park was famous because of some old war aircrafts standing there, so you wanted to check those out during the walk. You were sure Jewel knew this information too.

"I think it's fascinating," you told her, feeling a little bit lonely at the fact that you had zero friends in this huge, gigantic city. "A park where old aircrafts are..." And soon they appeared. There was a helicopter that was occupied with amazed children.

"Wow, Jewel, look at that! Isn't it awes-" Jewel suddenly pushed you really hard, making you fall down on your fours. Ouch. Jewel's leash escaped your bloody hand and before you could collect yourself she was sprinting to a place you didn't see at first . "Jewel!" you screamed, getting up. But your leg gave out and you fell again. Oh my god. This is so embarrassing.

"Miss, are you okay?" you heard. And then heavy taps. And then something was licking your face. Someone. Jewel was back. But wait. There were two dog tongs?

You looked up and was met with a rather handsome face. The stranger was reaching out with his hand to you.

"Is this your dog?" he asked, not caring that you were speechless and breathless.

You accepted the hand and with some strong swing, you were standing on your twos again. "Thank you," you said and took Jewel's leash from his hand. You noticed another dalmatian dog. "Is this your dog?"

The stranger was looking at you, somehow dazed and then his face softened and he smiled, giving a gentle laugh. "Yes that is my dog. So she is yours I suppose."

You nodded and made sure to give an ugly face to Jewel. It was to no avail though. She was busy flirting with this guy's dog. "Wow. I guess they like each other," you said.

You checked your hands that were on fire. Scratches that were bleeding made you sharply take in the air.

"Oh, let me see that," he said and made one step towards you, taking your hand. Then he stopped and looked at you. "May I?"

You couldn't stop looking at him. He was Korean and he had this cute English, giving off such gentleman vibes. Damn. So, of course, you just silently nodded.

Since the dogs kept playing with each other, you decided that there is no need to keep them under strong, eagle's eye. You and this stranger decided to sit down to a nearby bench.

"My name is Jinyoung by the way," he said. "And that hand of yours will be just fine. Make sure to clean it once you're home."

"I'm Y/N. Thank you. Are you a doctor?"

He laughed happily. "No. At the moment I'm still a student in my last year. I'm volunteering at the Boramae academy, that's why I'm here."

"With your dog?"

He nodded, looking at his pup. He was treating Jewel so nicely, you caught yourself longing for some relationship as well. But you knew the priority was to protect Jewel at all costs. “There are some poor children, so Marty and me go there usually to help out and make the kids happy.”

Could you be stunned any more with this guy? And he had these soft gestures, tender body language: his body just slightly turned towards yours...

“What about you? May I ask what brings you all the way to Korea?”

“Erm.” You never really thought about lying to people because you never anticipated that anyone would be interested in what you are doing in Korea or with your life whatsoever. “Well, I came to visi-”

“Excuse me.”

Both you and Jinyoung looked at a young girl who interrupted your talk. She looked so cute and innocent. You offered a smile.

“I was wondering where did you get these beautiful dogs? May I pet them?” she asked but didn't really wait for an answer and proceeded to pet them.

Although Jewel and Marty looked at her sceptically, they just continued on with looking at each other with heart eyes. It was rather shocking for you.

“I got mine as a present from auntie,” answered honestly Jinyoung, looking at the dogs with loving eyes. “I suppose Y/N's Jewel is also pure breed?”

You nodded. “Certainly.”

“They are beautiful. And you too!” she exclaimed, looking at you suddenly.

“Oh, no,” you said kindly shaking your head and felt Jinyoung's stare on you with even a brighter smile.

“Oh yes! Your eyes are so big and your face has perfect proportions.”

“Thank you,” you bowed your head hastily, pushing a stray of hair behind your ear.

“Do you live somewhere around?” the girl kept on asking.

“I live just around the park,” you said truthfully, amazed that this girl was so interested in you. But secretely, you knew it was because of Jinyoung. She kept giving him side glances but he had eyes only for you to be honest. He found you also pretty, your smile catchy and your own self magical. He wouldn't mind reading a book next to you while you play with his hair in this park, while both dogs are running happily around.

“So hopefully I will see you around?” said the girl.

You ended up exchanging numbers. The only thing that was left is for you to hope you will not lose this friend, whose name was Miso.

“Found a new friend!” said Jinyoung as you both stood up. “Actually, two.”

You looked up at him questioningly.

“Obviously, the first one was me,” he added with a laugh. You also laughed for no particular reason. You became a bit nervous.

“I think me and Jewel will take our leave,” your voice was a bit off. There was something you desparately wanted to ask him but did not have the proper courage to do so.

He nodded. He didn't move an inch.

“So...” you turned to your dog. “Jewel! Come, we are going home.”

Jewel looked at you. She didn't move an inch.

“Jewel, come. You will get delicious food.”

She turned her head back to Marty and started to lick his face. Your heart dropped. Oh. Of course she is not going to move unless Marty does.

“Do you want to come over for dinner maybe?” you heard yourself ask, looking boldly into Jinyoung's eyes, but he was already nodding.

“Yes, I'd love that.” Was he breathless?

It was 22:32 exactly, when you took another sip of your wine. Sweet and red, a combination you could not resist. And right now Jinyoung's lips were painted red. You did not doubt they tasted sweet as well. He was laughing at something you said (you already forgot what it was) and the dogs disappeared somewhere in the other room. Probably asleep as well.

“Your apartment is quite nice,” Jinyoung commented. “You have a good taste.”

“Thanks. Although I was lucky to buy it with everything in it already. Seoul is pretty darn expensive, Jinyoungssi.”

“Oh, tell me about it. Living as a student in this big city is sometimes quite inconvenient. Especially the transportation, but oh well. What can you do?”

You nodded, dazed.

“I am so sorry, Jinyoungssi,” you said. Your head was slightly spinning and you felt like on cloud nine. He was perfect and you kind of wanted to... “Can I give you a kiss?”

Jinyoung stared at you, a little bit taken aback. No doubt, he wanted to kiss you now for many hours but he himself didn't have the balls to do so and here you were, doing all the job he was supposed to do. He didn't respond. He leaned in straight away, connecting your lips in a sweet, touchy kiss. Once you both tasted each other, the upcoming kiss was definitely more passionate.

While still kissing, you both put your empty wine glasses down and his hands were on the small of your back while yours were in his hair (it was softer than it seemed). You let out a loud breath as you moved to his neck while he bit your ear playfully.

One smacky kiss after another, you found yourself in your bedroom. Both of you peacefully tucked in and sound asleep just like two doggos in the other room, one head resting on the top of the other.

5 months later

Jinyoung had your hand intertwined in his as you made your way home from a theatre play. Miso texted you that the puppies were all okay at home, playing around. You couldn't wait to see them. They were quite the number but nonetheless living now with Jinyoung, for you everything was possible. He was mostly busy with school and still stayed at the dorms during the week but the weekends were all yours, yay!

“Come up to at least say bye to them,” you pouted as you were just about to say bye. “They love you much more than they do me.”

Jinyoung laughed and squeezed your cheeks. “God, you're so cute I think I will just have to listen to you.” He pressed his lips to yours. “But just for a little bit,” he whispered into your lips.

“You sure?” you breathed, giving him another kiss.

“Damn yes,” he said and deepened the kiss. But you still ended up laughing into it. “Let's go, you kiss ruiner.”

Once in your apartment, you were met with dead silence. You weren't sure how that was possible with so many pups and two adult dogs.

“Miso?” you called, throwing your keys on the table. Jinyoung already looked suspicious but for what reason though? “Miso? Where are you?”

Silence.

You looked at Jinyoung, a little bit alarmed now. “Jewel?”

“Marty?”

“We are home, pups, come out!”

Silence.

Oh no. Why?

Both of you started to look into each room, opening wardrobes and doors and anything that was basically removable was removed. Even the carpets. No dogs were found though. Where were they?!

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I was tagged by @sweet-as-battery and @the-angels-have-the-phone-box, thank you sweethearts so much <3 I had fun time answering these even if some of my answers are just crying about how hard it was to answer and I couldn’t decide. XD You can also answer my questions if you want. n__n So I’m answering two sets of 11 questions, here we go~ 1. Who is the fictional character you relate to most? There’s many characters that I relate to at some level. There was the tag game to describe yourself with 3 fictional characters and Rölli (from finnish children’s tv show), Crowley (spn) and Osgood (doctor who) were my answers then. You can read what I wrote about them here. There’s also Walter Bishop (fringe) and Gabriel (spn) and one of my friends have told me that there’s similarities with Osaka from Azumanga Daioh, and after seeing the anime, well, yeah. So those are the 6, can’t choose one. 2. Would you rather see a sunset on a beach or a sunrise in the woods? As much as I like the sunsets and the beach, there’s something magical at being in the woods when the sun rises. Survived from another night, ready for another day~ 3. Renaissance or modern art? Can I have the mix? Help. Well, looked what google image search had to offer and I will choose modern art. No, renaissance. No, modern. I DON’T KNOW. 4. If you were a witch/wizard/shaman/whichever you please, what kind of spell would you be best versed in? Probably somekind of healing or something that would help people to clear their minds, the serenity, and shoo the anxiety and depression away. Not saying that there couldn’t be sadness or healthy anxiety that is needed for survival but just not the one that messes up with the normal life. Also wounds and bones and stuff. Mostly because I’m a mess. Or just food. All the foods. Food. 5. Mod or rocker? Glam or punk? Mod or rocker, the what now? Oh wait, we talked something about these in school... Hmm... I dunno. Maybe rocker and because of certain finnish artists, I would say punk. o__o 6. One meal you could eat for the rest of your life? I’m gonna just mentally scream and cry. CAN I CHOOSE A BIG BUFFET STYLE MEAL that you can get from some places that has many different meals at one? 7. You get free unlimited wifi wherever you go, except you have to plug into your own body and use YOUR energy. Would you accept? Nope. I’m already all the time tired and it was only this year that I actually bought a device known as smartphone that would use wifi because I couldn’t find any other kind of phone, mostly samekind that my flip phone was. I can survive without wifi. 8. Weirdest dream you’ve ever had? There’s so many and they are so hard to explain in the way that someone else would understand even a one sentence of that. But one of the latest ones was the night 4th and 5th of December and it was the 5th in my dream. Just before the independence day. There was couple planes crashings at the outskirts of my hometown and near where I was at the time. I saw it all. The planes kinda interrupted the scary dream and then I just tried to get to home, to get safe from the scary dream thing and from somekind of gas (don’t know what or how or why) and the planes and something and make sure that everyone that I love was safe, by walking. And very weird stuff happened while I was walking. 9. Would you rather have a dog that barked all through the night and kept you awake or someone who followed you during the day, constantly trying to get your attention by saying your name? What if the dog barks at night and I sleep in the day? What if I’m not in the same place with the dog? Or even if I would choose the person, can I also sleep during the day? Ugh, hard question. Don’t know how close that person saying your name all the time would be if you had a child who might do that already. XD I should ask my friends. 10. Aliens or mermaids? Alien mermaids. I would say mermaids at this point. Just feels like it, no other explanation. ^^’ 11. What’s your favorite board game? Um, I like Arkham Horror that my friends have. It’s one of my favorites. You fight against monsters and do stuff and roll the dices before the ancient one wakes up and you can end up being a doctor whose arm is missing and you hear voices with companion being a random person you talked with at some weird place and you can have really weird stuff with you. And a wall can just eat you. It contains so many add ons and is so long game but it’s also so fun. n__n 1. What would you do if you’d have all the time in the world? Probably just take my time? If I had money too, then I would do more. But I would do what I enjoy, relax and get better with mental health etc. That’s what I would do first, focus on the health. 2. How would you describe yourself? I’m so bad with these kinds of questions because I forget who I am and I’m bad at putting things into words. XD I have answered to similar question, so read it here. Yes, maybe cheating but my answers aren’t changed from that so far. 3. Things you’re good at? Being an awful horrible human who is just a total mess. Maybe I can find some good stuff from my imagination and how I use it, my hopeless and endless daydreaming. When I found something meaningful to do that I enjoy, no matter if hobby or actual work, I could just put my mind into it and lost myself there (just take my anxiety and depression away so it could actually happen again, I miss it). I might be good at loving the culture and the nature and the mystery of things. Talking a lot. Good at being a scorpio? At some point I had good knowledge to recognize the MacGyver (original) episode just from the first shots and tell the things what happened and some little details. Don’t know if I can do that still. 4. Are you a pessimist or an optimist? Weirdly optimistic. 5. Are you a clean or a messy person? Controlled chaos. 6. Best thing in this week? It’s only Monday now, so... XD I would say that I left from the house, I did couple of scary things that were the reason why I couldn’t sleep last night because of the anxiety. I can get 1+1 mentor/support person (yay!) and did a call with my nurse. I think I was more nervous about the call because after that I felt hyper and stuff, really felt the anxiety leaving. And the call lasted 55 seconds. I lost my sleep because of 55 seconds. Yep. But otherwise what I have planned is to go to Ikea tomorrow and some day I’m meeting with my friend and I’m gonna help her find a present/s for her man. That’s gonna be interesting. Hihi. 7. Night or day? Both have their own magic and appeal but I have to go with my url and say night. ^^ 8. History or future? I like to hear stories and things that had happened, I love the family albums and the world there and it’s nice to learn random facts at my own phase about history but for me to live and get better, I will choose the future. Etiäpäin sano mummo lumessa~ 9. Favourite painting or some work of art (not including fandom related art)? Never thought of that. Probably somekind of landscape from someone. Or potrait. I don’t have favorite favorite. ^^’ And some of the paintings that I would like to tell you about, I don’t know the name or the artist, just odd shadowy memory when I saw them in the gallery. I also have no idea about the artists whose paintings we have on the walls but I like them. 10. Favourite fan art or fanfiction? *mumble mumble mumble* *points at the people who are tagged in this and their works, they should already know* *points atleast 73 more writer and artist* *mumble* 11. What do Fandoms mean to you? People to share ones interest and ideas and love for the thing. New ideas and new people and new things to love. Support. To create. To enjoy other people’s creations. Support. Versatility, diversity and the spirit. Place to hide when needed. Learning of new things. Using all the things you have learned, inside the fandom and bringing those also to everyday life. Love. Passion. Learning from mistakes and moving forward. Support. To reflect. To learn what kinda person you are and what kinda person you want to be. Hopes and dreams. Energy, energy that moves and moves you but you can also move it. Place to just be. Hobby. Work. Finding yourself. My questions for YOU, the tagged marshmallows and anyone else that wants to answer these <3

1. Name atleast 5 things you are proud of yourself 2. If you could only keep five possessions, what would they be? 3. If you could switch two movie or tv characters to each others universes, who you would switch and why? 4. Is there anything I should know? 5. What food do you crave most often? 6. What is a skill you'd like to learn and why? 7. If you could witness any event of the past, present or future, what would it be? 8. What’s the best advice you’ve ever received? 9. What quirks do you have? 10. What’s the cutest thing you can imagine? 11. What are some small things that makes your day better?

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