#shes taken on her own personality esp since shes just a side to me so i wouldnt say selfship
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MORE tf2!CLAIRO DRAWINGS AND DOODLES BC SHE'S LIVING RENT FREE IN MY MIND (+medic bc ofc)
#artswin#tf2#tf2 tenth class#tf2 10th class#tf2 medic#medic tf2#oc#oc x canon#kinda self ship???#clairo is t e c h n i c a l l y another self insert but like#shes taken on her own personality esp since shes just a side to me so i wouldnt say selfship#Scimed ship#idk what their ship name would be askjdh#medical experiments ?#science fight ?#if medic and engie is science party then by god are these two science fight#there is no party only arguing and yelling
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Aquarium date w mizu
A/n: did I just narrate my visit at the aquarium and add mizu? Possibly did I use quotes from me and my sister? Also maybe anygays I hope yall enjoy ☺️🤞 should I write a real fic w this? I alr got 1 in the works cough cough baseball mizu
Warnings: NOT PROOF READ idk I don't think there r any but lemme know if there r
Loser!Mizu x (masc?) Reader I tried to make it v neutral but I kinda self projected
Enjoy 😉
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◇Def spends wayyyy to long on parking trying to find the perfect spot no matter how many times she's been
◇Tells you the scientific names of all the fish on the banners on the way in that are used to attract visitors
◇Tells you every fish related joke she knows while waiting in line to get in
◇Cannot stand up straight in the line to save her life she has to lean (but I mean who tf doesn't why tf would I stand up str8 when I can lean)
◇Tries to convince u to let her bring a fish home (you're not even allowed to)
◇Took 1000 pics of the baby penguins
◇(Also asked to take one home)
◇Does not shut up abt the smell
◇Says every cute thing in the exhibit looks like you
Ex:
After walking past the toucan exhibit we make our way toward the baby monkeys per mizus request, walking hand in hand and shoulder to well head because lord knows mizu is tall as shit.
Once we arrive at the monkey exhibit for the first time since arriving mizu releases her hand from yours
"Omg babe it looks just like you!" She eagerly points out
"It does??" You raise an eyebrow at the 5'7 woman towering you, questioning her ecstatic expression
"Yeah!!"
◇Tried to provoke the toucan
"OMG Y/N ITS THE BIRD FROM THE MEME" spends at least 15 minutes trying to find the meme
◇Made you carry her hoodie bc it was so humid
"Babe I told you not to bring it 🙄"
"I thought it'd be cold ☹️"
"Why are there only birds I hate birds"
"Because we're in the bird exhibit babe 😐"
"oh"
◇Pouts when she can't find the animal in the exhibit
"Babe did you know poison dart frogs are poisonous?"
Dies
"Babe stop ☹️"
◇Stuck her hand in the water 'bcuz she can'
"I bet I could survive that jump"
"No tf you wouldnt?"
◇You had to pay for the slushies bc she forgot her wallet (which she definitely owns) ((she doesn't own a wallet))
"BABE THERES FUCKING CROCODILES"
"Dude there's a kid right nxt 2 u"
"Babe wtf"
"What"
"Your mouth looks like a traffic cone"
☹️
◇Constantly asked what would happen if she threw smthing at an animal
Ex:
"What I'd I threw my slushie at the crocodile"
"I'll disown you"
◇Looks in disgust at all the babies and children
◇I cannot express how much she'd compare you to ever cute animal in the exhibit
◇Leans into u when she gets bored like srsly u are supporting this woman's entire body weight
◇Do not forget how CLINGY she is (totally not self projecting) she would not let go of your hand, not to mention she is constantly pressed to your side esp when walking she is js leaning into you (same 😔) she cannot walk in a straight line for the life of her
◇Mizu is either the most shameful person you've ever met or the most shameless
No inbetween
◇The facts omg So. Many. Facts it's acc insane
"Did you know the 'type of animal' is acc a direct descendant of-"
◇Has a donkey Kong lanyard u drag her around by so she doesn't wander off
"Omg that's literally us in another universe"
(Pic credits go to yours truly 😌)
"Omg yn that's a stone fish the one from the meme 😁🫵"
"What meme?"
😨 (she only scrolls on YouTube shorts or insta reels) ((idk why she's shocked))
◇Constantly pointing out how ugly a fish is
"If it were human it could NEVER pull you"
"???"
◇Spent at least an hour in the shark exhibit telling you the scientific names of all the diff species of them and where they originated from
◇Millions of pics of them everytime a shark swam by at least 25 pics would be taken
◇Everytime you tell her to pise for a pic with one of the exhibits she either puts up a thumbs up with the dumbest smile you've ever seen or accidently flips you off then rushes over to you drowning your face in kisses and apologizing over n over
◇Sitting/leaning every chance she gets (and pulling u down w her every chance she gets) ((she is so clingy I can't express it enough))
"When do we get to go to the gift shop?" ◇She asked every 2 seconds if she's not telling you the most outrageous 'facts' she learned from who tf knows where
"That bird is big as shit 😐"
◇Tries to stand like a flamingo falls not even 2 seconds later claiming you pushed her
◇Literally RAN for the shark plushies once yall got to the gift shop
◇Could not decide which one to get so u js bought her all of them bc ur so sweet/you couldn't decide which one to get so she bought you all of them (whichever u want)
◇Got lost in the parking lot trying to find yalls car
◇Yall stopped at chic fil a on your way home
◇Once yall got home you both changed into comfy clothes and layed down and cuddled ofc yall cuddled with mizus ridiculous amount of new shark plushies
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A/n pt2: thank you for reading I hope yall like this ☺️
#blue eye samurai#mizu blue eye samurai#bes mizu#mizu#art#bes x reader#blue eye samurai x reader#blue eye samurai fanart#digital art#sketchbook
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Sorry this is gonna be a bit of a rant since it’s something I’ve had strong feelings about since joining the AG/TASM fanfic part of the internet, and you’ve provided me a great opportunity to talk about it.
As a trans person, I am BEGGING fanfic writers to stop writing Marauders stuff. I’ve seen so many people defend it with “separate art from the artist” but like it or not they are still supporting JKR. Separating art from the artist only really works when the artist can’t profit from it. She has done SO MUCH harm to trans people and particularly trans youth in the UK and it’s so fucking disheartening and gives me such an ick when I see TASM writers also write for Marauders because it truly comes across as “I love and support the trans community except when it comes to this because I like it.”.
Even if you ignore the transphobia and holocaust denial (YES IM SERIOUS, she’s denied parts of the holocaust at LEAST twice and she literally did it a second time the other day), the original writing is so fucking problematic. Things just off the top of my head being;
The goblins being stereotypes of Jewish people
The fucking racism with characters like Cho Chang and Kingsley Shacklebolt
The last Fantastic Beasts movie’s plot literally being trying to make WW2 and the holocaust happen
This point needs to be taken with a grain of salt since this was some bullshit Joanne said after the books came out, but werewolves in the universe being meant to represent people with aids. Which is so fucking awful considering one of the two werewolves was attacked by the other as a CHILD
The most ironic part of this is that if Andrew is truly the person he presents himself as, he would probably fucking despise being associated with HP, even if it is just a fancast. But yeah all this to say fuck JKR, fuck Marauders fans but also thank you so much Katie for that last anon answer because I genuinely don’t see that enough in this corner of the internet.
Even Daniel Radcliffe, Harry Potter himself, has spoken out against her and continues to loudly support the LGBTQ+ communities. When your own beloved Harry doesn't even want to stand by your side, you should know you fucked up. Sadly, she does not, and instead leans harder into her bigotry and hatred.
I've always been someone who is very loud and opinionated when I see things that I disagree with, which I know can rub some people the wrong way, but fuck it. I don't like to whisper about my issues on the sidelines, I like to confront the problem head on by being very clear about where I stand and how I feel. I'm not gonna sit around and let someone align me with JKR just because I'm writing a stupid werewolf and Peter Parker fic that exactly 5 people are reading lol. It's not even a popular fic like get out of my asks jfc. Esp when I can tell this person has not read a single sentence of my story and is completely basing their judgements on my header image of AG's face next to a wolf gif.
In this past week I have seen both a Steven Harrington werewolf au and a Daredevil werewolf au cross my dash. Do we think they're getting called out for supporting HP?? No. Because their actors weren't "fan casted" as something years ago. Fan casts don't even mean anything! There was never a movie about them. AG was never casted or played this role. It's literally nothing but a bunch of fans agreeing that they like his look for a fictional character.
Anyway, I'm also ranting back at you haha. You can rant to me anytime. I love a good rant and I agree with you 100%.
Werewolves were not created by JKR. Andrew Garfield has nothing to do with Harry Potter. Don't make make snap judgments about a person's character based on a picture you saw. Support your trans community. Don't be dick.
And, if they actually read my werewolf au, they would see that it's literally about learning to overcome your own hatred and biases of people different from you and learning to love those you were taught to hate. Crazy concept, I know! 🙄😉
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hi, it’s the hofas/gun control anon here! thank you for such a well thought out answer :) and i’m sorry my response is so long!
first, i do agree with how nesta and az’s different opinions do match up with their experiences, so that does put their conversation into more context. i definitely agree with what you said about how the conversation kind of just blinked and moved on immediately - but i feel like this is a problem in a lot of sjm’s books, where she’ll bring up a complicated political issue that has interesting implications in her fantasy world, but then just move on immediately without actually wanting to delve into the hard, uncomfortable parts of it.
while i agree that it probably wasn’t meant to show sjm’s gun views herself, and i firmly subscribe to the belief that depiction doesn’t equal endorsement and authors should be able to examine the nuance of lots of different social issues and perspectives without readers conflating it with the author’s own opinions, i do think this scene does exemplify a major fault in her writing in that all of the complicated topics surrounding oppression and sexism and all the isms in her stories are tackled in a moderate, “safe” way. so i completely agree with everything you said about respectability politics! as a side note, i’m currently reading babel: or the necessity of violence by rf kuang which has this quote that i really liked: “This is how colonialism works. It convinces us that the fallout from resistance is entirely our fault, that the immoral choice is resistance itself rather than the circumstances that demanded it.”
so like, while yes, i don’t think it would be fair to try to determine sjm’s exact views on gun control laws from her fictional characters’ discussion of it, i do feel that it’s representative of the very white feminist-esque views that she perpetuates through her writing, rather than delving more into the dynamics of structural inequality and taking an intersectional perspective. i do think how an author chooses to write about social issues can be indicative of their own personal views, rather than what words are actually on the page. and what gets me is that the potential is there!! like she creates such complex, rich worlds with such unique characters, but i feel like sometimes she just glosses over the harder stuff. i am very curious how she will decide to resolve the illyrian plot - i am truly hoping she doesn’t take a white savior approach with feyre or nesta, or just having devlon killed off, as it wouldn’t actually fix the sexism ingrained in their cultural norms.
i wonder if sjm writing in this way (like respectability politics) has taken a turn for the worse since throne of glass? i def agree with everything you said about bryce and cc, but i feel like it was the opposite with aelin. like aelin was never opposed to using violence in order to fight back against oppression, esp coming from her own background as a slave. i haven’t read tog in a while so maybe nostalgia is blinding me and it had the same issues, but idk.
i’d love to know your thoughts! I
Hello! Here is the original post for anyone confused.
i do think this scene does exemplify a major fault in her writing in that all of the complicated topics surrounding oppression and sexism and all the isms in her stories are tackled in a moderate, “safe” way.
I totally agree with this. I think that she does sometimes lean into more complicated topics, but that would mess with the HEAs she wants to write, at the end of the day. And she seems to be working through some difficult topics in her writing, but then... idk, gets bored with it? Which really highlights her privilege, to me, because she can think about these things, but never too deeply, not if she doesn't feel like it. I don't wanna get too much into her personal life or politics but CC as a whole has really made me wonder about her!!! I have some big questions, but it's not my place and I don't think it's very respectful, so I'll just leave that there. Like if she came out publicly posting a "Blue Lives Matter" graphic then I'd get into it, but she's private and I respect that.
That quote from Babel is *chef's kiss*, perfect. That's exactly what I was alluding to and a big problem that I had with hoeab. That I was waiting to get addressed in hosab. And then was waiting to see if it ever got resolved in hofas. Surprise! No. Nope. We're just going to go with this cognitive dissonance around people's actions and beliefs and just... hail Bryce as a hero, I guess. Even though she truly doesn't give a fuck unless she gets pulled kicking and screaming into giving a fuck. (I'm sorry my anti Bryce just spilled out, my cup is too full of it.)
I was talking to @gimme-mor about the series the other day and she had some great thoughts about why Bryce may have been so dismissive of other people's struggles (ones that she, I thought, should have empathized with) but I'll see if she wants to add on or make a post about it. :) I'll just say that her original idea that would have explained Bryce's attitude, in her opinion, did not pan out.
Sometimes, I think we are in love with the potential of sjm books, more than the actual payoff. They hit the right beats just enough and with just enough oomph that there is something there. Or maybe that's not totally fair because I do give some of her books 5 stars still, after multiple rereads. But she doesn't always follow through to the same extent that she did in HoF or acomaf! But I do wonder if we think about all of these issues far, far more than she is.
i wonder if sjm writing in this way (like respectability politics) has taken a turn for the worse since throne of glass?
I was actually saying something similar to this to someone the other day. Because yes, these are different stories, and different characters, but you have to wonder, with a different political climate than existed in 2012 or whatever, or whenever she was a teenager in the early 2000s, how much that influenced her views and the way that she wanted to write these kinds of stories. Again, it could be that she is just writing a different kind of story! That she wanted to explore different kinds of characters. But Bryce being a discount, knock-off version of Aelin doesn't make that seem likely. IDK!
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finally back in town homie here u go 💘 🎀 💞 💌
💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?
you know, i think all i'd want to rewrite is my blemiplat fic. all my stuff from other fandoms are kind of relics of the person n writer i was during the time those fics were posted, but i reread the blemiplat fic recently and it BUGGED ME. after all the time i spent agonizing over what to write for arknights (which you were there to hear, u brave n beloved soul) and all the wips i ended up making, i published just the one thing and it was too early... i NEEDED the deep plat lore, she's out of character w/ the new info we got and it drove me BONKERS when i reread it recently... in some alternate universe a more disciplined bandit rewrote that fic, but this one is leaving it be
🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing
like any good jester, i've got mad jokes! that hasn't changed, but i think in the past i was capable of establishing a strong mood and setting and keeping a fic very contained within that atmosphere. i dont think my newer works have that cozy contained feeling anymore, but it could be im being more daring w/ my new fics? the jury is out...
💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language
characters, for sure. i live n die by whether or not characters r recognizable, esp since my plots tend to be along the lines of "hey wouldn't it be funny if". its important to me that my writing is technically strong too, but i can and have convinced ppl to follow me to places they wouldn't go w/ a gun as long as my character work is strong
💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
heehee
[Pearl] slips from her perch and muscles into the space between Marina and the arm of the couch, leaning her entire (insubstantial) body weight against Marina's side. They’re pressed hip to hip, as close as they can get without Pearl going squid and clambering crawling into her lap. She's taken to doing that recently, an about-face from the Pearl who usually restricts herself to friendly bumps of the shoulder and quick, one-armed hugs.
To be fair, that's a boundary that Marina set to begin with. She'd been so skittish in the early days, longing for and shying away from friendly touch in equal measure. Then came her stupid, awful, wonderful crush, and with it the lingering fear that Pearl would see right through her if they touched. Pearl would get too close, and she’d know that Marina was helplessly in love, head over heels, and that just couldn't happen. She couldn’t give away one secret without losing the other. Her past, octolings and inklings, Off the Hook… it was too much complication, even without considering that Pearl didn't love her like that.
But the big secret is out now, and Pearl's reaction has outstripped even her wildest dreams. Not only did Pearl accept her, all of her, without a second thought, she’s even helping Eight settle into life on the surface. Not to mention the way Pearl’s been acting lately. She’s so sweet, practically doting, and Marina can’t help but hope that she has a chance -- if only she can keep from getting ahead of herself.
But it’s just so hard to play it cool when Pearl is warm and plyable and close enough for Marina to smell her ridiculously-expensive cologne. One of Marina's tentacles squirms over her shoulder to twine around Pearl’s narrow frame, the tip of it coming to rest coyly on her collar. She nearly chokes, her cheeks blazing with heat.
And that’s the other reason why she tries not to open herself up to more contact than girl friends -- girls being friends, oh cod -- would normally share. Her tentacles and their occasionally-uncooperative brains want nothing more than to betray her constantly.
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Blood Red: Favourite piece of dialogue from your wip
Yes, I am not-so-sneakily trying to get bits more of your HaldirxOFC WIP. If you didn't get me hooked on this ship like crack then perhaps I wouldn't have to do this. ;)
Ice Blue: Ship trope you think is overused in writing
Forest Green: Of your main five characters, who is a tea, coffee, water or soda person?
Please and thank you!
Hello, hello, Mellon! Thank you for judiciously supplying me with asks because I love them!
Blood Red
So I’m just going to give you most of the scene that I had already teased for you instead of my favorite dialogue because I think that’s what you’d prefer so hope you don’t mind ;)
“Cirán, you cannot be serious!” Haldir exclaims as he struggles against the other elf’s hold preventing from marching back into surgery.
“You would leave my brother in the hands of an apprentice with this?” His voice is tight in outrage.
“Chief Marchwarden!” Cirán snaps. “She’s recent to us here in The Golden Wood, but not to her skills. Marchwarden,” their voice then softens, “Haldir, please, Rúmil is in good hands with her. She recognized the symptoms as soon as the rider came and has been preparing the whole hours since. Please, let us work.”
Haldir bites his tongue as he watches the unknown elleth cut open the dressing he’d wrapped himself around the jagged wound on his brother’s chest and side and begin flushing it with a mix of clean water and a pungent brew of dark herbs, only some of which he recognized.
Haldir takes a shaky breath and reluctantly nods before forcing himself to step back and off to the side. He clenches his jaw and sits in the chair provided by Cirán before the healer goes back to assisting with the work ahead.
Haldir, The Lady’s voice sounds clear in his head, startling him from his thoughts. Celeborn tells me the patrols have destroyed the orc holdout responsible and are bringing in the poisoned blades to the healers for inspection. Expect them in the hour. I have already let Nestál know, as well. How is Rúmil fairing?
Haldir closes his eyes and takes a short moment before responding, attempting to will away some of the latent adrenaline and underlying panic in his body.
No worse than before we set off, my Lady. The new healer apparently has seen something similar before and she’s taken the lead in his healing, he responds.
Ah, slight amusement and warmth filters through their óswanë link. Yes, I imagine she has. She pauses before adding.
Haldir, rest. Let the healers take care of Rúmil. Orophin is on his way in from the south outpost, as well. You take care of our people well, let them help you. Take this time to be with your brothers, we’ll hold steady until you return.
Haldir flounders for what to say and his hands clutch at his own over cloak now torn in three separate places and soaked through with his own brother’s blood. He wants to argue but knows he can’t. There is nothing for him to argue against, except perhaps his own stubbornness and sense of duty.
Of course, my Lady. Thank you.
Be at peace, Marchwarden. Today has been a dark day, but all will be well. She soothes before withdrawing from his mind.
Haldir sighs and begins to compile a list of all the reports he’d need to complete and patrol routes they’d need to revise. He rubs his temples and settles in the chair for the long vigil he knows he has ahead of him.
Ice Blue: Tropes that are Overused
Miscommunication
Friends to lovers, especially childhood best friends to lovers. Esp esp if it’s they grew up in the same household but aren’t related. You’re emotionally related like ??!
Enemies to lovers, but like snarky enemies/frenemies to lovers. Real enemies to lovers is Some Good Shit.
Men being toxic but still getting away with it because they’re “protecting” a person (esp women) from something they didn’t understand and they end up being “right” in some way. Gross -10000/10
Love triangles - just make everyone queer and/or poly; solves all the goddam problems imo. (This is why I like Iron Widow so much) But I mostly hate this because the woman is a Plot Device and not a good one or she seems like the bad person because two men both decide not to leave her alone which is bs.
Bonus tropes I LOVE: found family, there was only one bed/room, hurt/comfort/whump fics and the wound stitching and begging those not to die that comes with it, holiday fics
Forest Green - Of your 5 Main Characters who is a tea, coffee, soda, water Person
I technically only have one OC rn. Can you throw me some characters you’d like me to comment on? ❤️💚
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kiSing 2 movie thoughts!!! finally got around to watching it on netflix and immediately got to Thinking. thank u chase matoitech for wanting to hear my thoughts lol
readmore bc it’s probably gnna be long, am gnna try to chunk it out into paragraphs for ease of reading
i was honestly surprised they went with a sequel! the first movie wrapped up pretty damn well and i think it’s more indicative of the movie industry’s need for more profit that they made a second one.
buster always kinda annoyed me - he’s not someone i would like to be around, he’s pushy and always endangers other people for his own reasons. he takes suki’s dislike of them to be a very personal thing, and while i think what they did in the end was cool, i also think it was buster’s need to prove suki wrong and make himself even more well known than he already was.
i do like that he and nana settle into an amicable relationship tho!! she was always one of my fav designs and her outfits r always so cool
they don’t bring back eddie or mike, which i wasn’t surprised about for mike but i figured eddie would at least show up once or twice??
the meat of the movie is in the prep and final execution of the show ofc, and they pepper in PLENTY of conflict, side characters, and tension to keep things interesting. buster has conflict with jimmy crystal, suki, rosita, clay calloway, even johnny tbh!! not to mention other characters. ill mainly stick to the actual singers, bc i prefer those characters
not a super big fan of johnny having a cockney accent + dad being a criminal + unable to dance “properly” but idk. that fucking monkey was a bitch tho i hated him. klaus kicknklober or whatever. him meeting nooshy (???) and being able to actually learn to dance how he wanted to was cool, bc unlike rosita and gunter, johnny doesn’t dance/learn to dance in the first movie, so the continuity was a nice touch. i also liked that they just let nooshy and johnny be buds and didn’t try to force a romance or something stupid like that. however that might be a weird kid’s movie species thing where they only match up pairs of animals that are the same species.
also. the tiger johnny had to do the fight dance scene with ? totally into him.
rosita being a hard working mother and also having a career and having her main role taken by porsha was a shit move on buster’s part. like i get that he had to appease jimmy crystal but like jesus. way to spit in rosita’s face. esp dressing her in the GREEN costume and having porsha “defeat” her, like damn. that was HARSH. esp since buster wrote that role into the play (performance?) JUST FOR ROSITA. like damn. and her crying in the hotel bathroom and having to ask her husband for space made me sad. she’s just trying to keep everything afloat :( i did like that although rosita was upset she wasn’t ever petty to porsha, though i dont think they interacted enough for it to even be possible.
SPEAKING OF PORSHA. dude she definitely has daddy issues. they barely brush on it but the way he treats her is so bad, it’s not like the typical dad who dotes on and infantilizes daughter regardless of how much she cries, jimmy crystal got sick of shit REAL quick with her as soon as it interfered with his image and immediately dropped her. like yeah obviously stupid spoiled teenager but also she is a kid. idk if they have canon ages beyond teenager and adult tbh. i wish they had fleshed out her and her dads relationship a bit more too - obviously theres teenage rebellion there and jimmy crystal has clear issues with “being humiliated“ and all that and he’s so concerned w that he throws his daughter under the bus. also what happened to her mom?????
meena having to deal with that yak made me pissed off too, buster clearly STILL doesn’t know what kind of person meena is and who she would be comfortable singing with, but i guess they wrote out the kiss so that makes it better. i like that alfonso is like smooth with the moves and meena runs into the glass door with the ice cream. and that the orangutang coworker of alfonso’s is clearly rooting for them (watched meena get ice cream 4 times trying to talk to him and nudges alfonso to talk to her during the show) i did like that her romance wasn’t super in ur face and her challenge wasn’t stage fright again but this time just a teenager problem. i feel like porsha and meena couldve had a moment together where they meet in the middle and learn something from the other (confidence and maturity for meena and porsha respectively)
ms crawley was an absolute champ in this movie i love her so much. queen of getting shit done and also her visor is so cute ^_^ i felt so bad when she got paintballed. she also has great music taste
ASH AND CALLOWAY BOTHERED ME SO MUCH !!!!!!!!!!!!! ash being a solo artist was awesome and totally in character and even her being a calloway fan makes sense kinda ? but there was no moment in the movie where i felt like they had a genuine connection or moment of realization. ash just bugged him when he was very literally setting a boundary (electric fence ??? paintballs ??? firecrackres???? ALL THE SIGNS ????) and pushed him to perform again bc buster made an empty promise he had to badger some old man into agreeing to to fulfill. yeah ash plays him a song but like. her knowing his wife died and was his muse didn’t feel very emotional or give her a leg up over anyone else who knew who he was. she just was there and then calloway changed his mind. i also didnt understand the tea scene, whether or not there was significance to that or not. if i were to flesh out their characters more i would build a father daughter relationship between them tho, i feel like that would be cool. but it just felt like ash was forcing calloway to deal with things just so they could use his name for something instead of actually wanting to play w him for musical reasons. he didnt do anything particularly special in the performance except show up. idk he looked cool tho but i felt like they forgot to animate his tail ?? or it was placed weird on his back? i liked the white mane tho
they also just fucking fridged his wife which is bullshit. it makes sense story wise but also they could have easily made it something else. and then bc we aren’t given much mroe detail than “she was his muse she died of an illness (unidentified but we know it was bad bc she was in a wheelchair)” we have no way of connected with his story or empathizing with him about her death. it’s literally just “she died :(”. just seems like a cop out and a sexist one at that. then when she comes back spiritually so he can overcome his grief and perform it felt so hollow and contrived, there was nothing really emotionally charged about that scene. idk it just was lame.
also. for a kids movie i was surprised they showed buster almost getting killed and made that as explicit as they did ????? like damn.
johnny being able to call his dad and their ex-gang (just 2 other guys rlly) as protection was kinda cute tho, im glad their relationship got all worked out and stuff.
klaus literally trying to humiliate johnny in front of the entire crowd was a little scary too. i wasnt expecting such an in-your-face confrontation like that, but i like that it gave johnny a chance to freestyle and that the other dancers recognized that the teacher was being unfair to johnny and joined in with nooshy’s drumming. sky full of stars is also just a great song, i rlly love it!!
overall, an ok movie. i think they had wayyy too much going on to give each story the time it needed to reach their full potential, but the songs were good and i had fun watching it! which is rlly all that matters i guess. just wish they could spend mroe time fleshing out characters and stuff but when your cast gets that big your story becomes very plot driven very quickly and you stop being able to give everyone a fair chance on character development and stuff.
#sing 2#canis writes meta#thanks for asking abt this fess i had fun writing it all out#probably will add more stuff as i think of it tbh#canis speaks
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reactions & thoughts abt the first 3 eps of the Boys! major spoilers & some personal speculation as to how things will play out later this season, so all the rest under the cut.
I was impressed by s1 & the parts of s2 that I rewatched in the last few weeks, and am particularly enjoying s3. after watching so much later seasons SPN it’s so nice to watch a show that’s actually good, I can just enjoy what’s happening instead of getting distracted by bad writing or my own ideas about rewrites. was also thinking of how Kripke’s shows are very good at growing as they move through the seasons and layering on top of each other, with the themes & ideas & esp character relationships. like how in SPN, s1 is the foundation and then s2 builds on top it, then s3, s4, s5, both plot-wise and character-wise. creates a show with such a great density, and that’s very true for the Boys in s3. it builds on s1 and s2 in a very satisfying, very entertaining way.
on rewatch I found Butcher more brutal & less sympathetic than I remember him, while I enjoyed Hughie more in contrast, but as of s3 I’m really liking the balance of both of them: Butcher showing his softer side with Ryan, trying to treat him in a kind way even if it’s not his first habit, while also going brutal on the supes; and then Hughie who is still softer but making some darker, more intense decisions, both for himself (let’s take on the supes since the system is rigged; Kimiko, break my arm so I can get out of work!) but also for others (telling Annie she had to stay with Homeland, but I do not think he predicted that would lead to the Homelander / Annie fake relationship, while Annie viscerally knows the depths that entitled men will go to).
speaking of Annie, I love her so much!! hadn’t realized how much I needed the “here’s how women are harmed by toxic masculinity” thread but tbh after SPN, it’s a breath of fresh air. Annie really illustrates how the patriarchal system forces women to internalize their anger and engage in self harm to move through the world, in contrast to how men will take out their anger on others – as a child, clenching her fist to get through the pain & then an adult, being the one to kiss Homelander after he pulls the “we’re in love!” card. also given that they used the same tinny static-y sound effect for when Annie had her dissociative moment at the end of ep 3, similar to what they’ve used with Homelander’s freak out moments, I cannot wait for Annie’s eventual breakdown. it’s just such a horrible and realistic situation, her trying to get power and respect but Homelander still being able to manipulate and abuse her, because that is what powerful men will do! plus, I love when my favorite characters are put through the ringer, and it doesn’t always happen as much with female characters, so that’s satisfying to see.
while on my first watch my fav of the Boys was Frenchie, on rewatch I was quite taken by MM and he continues to be a standout for me in s3. his OCD and trying to deal with it, how sweet he is with Janine, the hints about his backstory, all so good. MM wrestles with questions of closure / catharsis vs revenge but he’s not as far gone as Butcher, he’s got a softer side to him that makes him really appealing and a good foil for the darker, more driven characters. him and Hughie in ep 3 were just great, joking around and then MM making Hughie sit down to get his arm broken the ‘right’ way. and then what happened to his brother? and Soldier Boy killing his family?? you know the showdown between him and Soldier Boy is gonna be brutal later this season.
also with Soldier Boy, they really set the stage with him being an entitled misogynistic homophobic horrible man in his first scene, huh! and obvs he’s gonna be racist, and physically abusive, given how he treated Gunpowder. (I’m also guessing that Crimson Countess helped in getting him ‘killed’ back in ‘84; maybe he was violent towards her too?) which really fits the focus on how powerful & toxic men, and the patriarchal system generally, mistreat kids this season – Butcher trying to be a good father figure to Ryan but hurting him to push him away for Ryan’s ‘safety’ at the end of ep 3, MM and his compulsions making it hard to be a good dad, Vought not dealing with Soldier Boy’s abuse of Gunpowder because he was their golden boy. also very much reminds me of the Boys animated series and the last ep about Homelander, where he was physically abused by his handlers to toughen him up / make him into a powerful fighter and how that absolutely messed him up. as Grace describes Butcher, but equally fitting for Homelander, they’re violent because of “the hate inside that you want to let lose on the world.” the abuse Homelander suffered as a kid is horrible but cannot excuse or absolve him in taking out his rage on others as adult, but certainly shows how violence begets violence...
(finally, I accidentally stumbled on a spoiler that I won’t mention, but will say it makes me think there’s going to be something with Soldier Boy going after Ryan later in the season, and it’ll possibly tie into how / when / why Ryan and Butcher reconcile after Butcher pushed him away at the end of ep 3.)
#spoilers#abuse cw#butcher#hughie#ryan#annie#marvin#homelander#soldier boy#the boys rewatch#also rip timothy :((
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Hold Back (M)
A/N: Oh boy this one is nastieeeeee, but it was so fun to write and I hope y'all have fun reading it. Thank you all so much for your patience and kind words, it feels so so good to be back, and I'll try to keep active! As always, I hope you enjoy and tipping is not required but super appreciated (esp since I am moving soon!)
Note: This is an installment of The Household's Bunny series and I highly recommend reading the other parts prior to this one
Words: 9k
Pairing: Soft(?) yandere! OT7 x Chubby camgirl! Reader
Warnings: 18+, yandere behavior/thoughts, obsessiveness, possessiveness, jealousy, slight degradation, mention of hospital stay, mention of abandonment, self-hatred, insecurity, family abandonment, vulnerable moment, hurt-comfort (?), brief fantasy of violence, allusion to trauma, parental death, jungyoon sucking by what's new?, daddy kink, spitting/drool kink, a lot of drool/spit, choking kink, praise kink, penetrative sex, cream pie, dom/sub dynamics, kinda dumbification
“Oh, you have a kid?” Mona’s voice rang through the empty salon as Hoseok worked on her hair while her colleague, assistant, or whoever he was, stood off to the side awkwardly.
He couldn’t quite remember the middle-aged man’s name. The man’s appearance was as unremarkable as his aura. He was bland, plain yogurt to Mona’s whimsical confectionary persona, and Hoseok wondered why he was even here to begin with. Mona had come in for her hair appointment with her adopted son and brought some man along, an occurrence that usually only happened with people that piqued her interest. She had a habit of collecting people she thought were cool and calling it love or some other form of affection, that’s how Hoseok was a mere one of her seven “sons”.
Plain Yogurt sputtered as he hung up his phone, his hushed call not nearly as hushed as he thought, “Uh, well, I wouldn’t call her my kid.” He jumped when Hoseok’s eyes darted to the pathetic display of a man almost twice his age stuttering over a simple question, “I mean, it’s my sister’s kid but I’m her primary guardian now.” He explained as Hoseok drew his attention back to Mona’s golden locks.
“Ah, that’s like me and Hoseokie.” She jeered, her manicured hand gesturing to the hairstylist, “I was good friends with his mother before she passed, so I took him in and raised him as my own.”
Hoeseok offered a fake smile to Plain Yogurt before continuing his work. He loved Mona, or at least that was as close as he got to love. Mona raised him when no one else wanted to take in the 15-year-old whose mom died of cancer. No one had even visited his mom in the hospital beyond Mona. His mother had been alone, a recluse since she had Hoseok at a young age, and thus, Mona was all she and Hoseok had. He knew the woman was a good person, but he also knew it was the attention she received from adopting him that led to her obsession with having seven successful sons.
Mona was great, but she was no mother. She was more like a prestigious boarding school program. Nevertheless, Hoseok wouldn’t have taken too kindly to a woman trying to replace his mother at that age anyway. Now, his fierce attachment to his mother was dissolved and his attachment to Mona was superficial. He led a life void of the fierce loyalty he employed from such a young age. Nevertheless, he led a content life.
She smiled, kind, “Being a parent is so rewarding, isn’t it, Jungyoon?”
Ah, so that was his name, “Well, I wouldn’t call myself a parent.” He quickly spoke, “Her mom left when she was 15, so there wasn’t much for me to do but take her in.” Hoseok's brow furrowed at this momentarily, “I’m just her uncle is all, we’re not really blood though.” He mused, “Her mom was adopted and I was just the only one who would look after her.” The bitterness in his voice was unmistakable, and it made Hoseok’s skin crawl, “We don’t talk a lot usually, but she had an… accident so now she needs to find a new place to live-” He must have realized he was rambling, “She was just calling to tell me the other apartment I found wasn’t “safe” enough so, I’m just going through that with her.” He seemed to be complaining about an orphaned girl and that made Hoseok grip the flat iron even harder, the increasing heat on his skin was nothing compared to his broiling anger.
“Ah, I see, you’ve mentioned your niece before.” Mona seemed displeased by Jungyoon’s dismissal of safety, “Well, she’s still in school, of course, she must be safe, especially as a woman.” She chided, trying to hide her distaste, “I’ll help, and we’ll talk details in the car.” She wasn’t offering by any means, it was an order. Jungyoon seemed to notice this and nodded submissively.
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Had he known that niece was you, Hoseok was unsure if he could’ve held himself back from smacking the flat iron across your uncle’s face and watching with unmatched bliss as he flailed for help only to receive the same morale-crushing indifference he gave to you. You didn’t outright say that was how he treated you, but Hoseok could see it as clear as day.
Although, the very act was something he had grown used to doing, always holding himself back. He was used to biting his tongue, playing the dutiful son to Mona that even as an adult, his desires, and even his true intentions, took the back burner to his shining personality.
The only ones who ever knew his inner monologue were his fellow roommates of a similar mental disposition. Well, them and...
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Your mary janes were tapping lightly against the marbled flooring as you fought the urge to bite at your newly manicured nails.
The hairstylist initially peaked out his head to figure out what that incessant noise was, but when his eyes landed on your form, he couldn’t help his intrigue. You had been wearing a black and white plaid mod-style dress with a white collar and white stockings to match. There was something of a fire inside him when he studied your form, and before he could stop himself, he was approaching you.
“Are you here for an appointment?” Hoseok asked as you sat in the lobby by yourself.
You jumped before laughing it off when your eyes landed on the mask-clad man before you, “Sorry, uh no, I’m waiting for a friend.” You explained, a shining smile on your face that didn’t quite reflect as genuine in your eyes, but it still made the man’s face heat. His eyes were kind and you could tell he was smiling back, which brought you comfort.
You were beautiful, that much was undeniable. He could see your plush thighs against the chair more clearly this close and he had to stop himself from staring so salaciously, “Ah, I see.” He thought for a moment, “I had a cancellation, did you want your hair done today?” He offered you, and he mentally apologized to his extensive waitlist of clients for folding to a pretty girl like this, but he faltered when you shook your head with wide eyes.
“Oh, goodness no, I could never afford the rates.” You chuckled, “I’m on a tight budget so I just do my own hair.”
Hoseok’s face paled at the mere thought, “Your hair is too beautiful to be so reckless.” He chided before squatting in front of you to look up into your eyes, “Let me do it for free- just this once.” He insisted as he saw your hesitance, “Or else I’ll be so bored, and my next client isn’t until later.” He pouted dramatically and he could see your resolve breaking, “It’ll be quick?”
Finally, you nodded and you couldn’t help but mirror his smile as he took your hand, leading you into his elegantly decorated suite. You had no time to take a look around as he sat you in the chair and got to work, but you couldn’t control the flinch when you felt his fingertips brush across your neck, “Sorry, reflex, don’t mind me.” You chuckled nervously and the notion made him concerned, but he hummed in acknowledgment while he expertly fiddled with your hair, “So uh...do you do this often?” You asked awkwardly.
The man laughed, “Nope, but I just couldn’t resist.” His voice was like silk and his touch was feather-light, “You’re dressed so pretty, I just had to.” You giggled at this, and it was such a wonderful sound.
Hoseok was being honest, he didn’t usually do this, but there was something about the sadness that glazed over your eyes when you thought no one was looking. There was something almost familiar in the way it looked like you were just trying to get comfortable in your own skin, and he couldn’t help but want to bring a smile to your face that actually reached your eyes, “I just bought this dress from a vintage shop and had to alter it to my size, so thank you.” You chirped, “My sewing skills are by no means top-notch, but I tried.” You twiddled your thumbs and he watched the way you rubbed your wrists. Only then did he notice the yellowing marks of healing bruising on your wrists and left forearms, the deep scabs also not being lost on him. He felt his heart sink with worry, but as if you could read his mind, you spoke, “I.. uh... Was in the hospital because of… an inciden-accident, because of an accident a couple of months ago, so having my hair done feels like…” You thought for a moment as your head was down while he worked on the back of your hair, “It feels like I’m getting back to normal.” You mused, “I felt like all my life I’ve been losing people, pieces of myself with them, but this is something no one can take away, it’s normal.” You exhaled, as if you had been waiting to speak to someone who will listen to you, and listen he did.
Hoseok was silent as he worked. He wanted to ask a million questions. He wanted to hug you and tell you it would all be okay. In a weird way, he understood what you meant. He understood what watching people slip away felt like, what being alone meant to someone who thrived on love. He could feel the emptiness he once felt within you and he could only hope what he was doing would fill even the tiniest bit of the void you could feel swallowing you whole.
He didn’t speak and yet, the silence was comfortable. He was comforting. It was only midway through his vow of silence you realized the soft music that was playing piano versions of game soundtracks, and this much made you smile.
Finally, he was finished, and it was only then that he spoke, “Not normal.” He murmured, “Even better.” He patted your shoulders before going your chin to lift. You looked at yourself and your new hairstyle with glee and he watched, wholly infatuated with the way your smile bloomed in your eyes.
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He regretted letting you walk out of his suite without so much as giving you his name or asking for yours. He had never met someone who he could understand so viscerally, and who could understand him if he just let them. Hoseok had remained a friendly face, but his patience was thinning as more and more of the others made their feelings for you known.
Not that he had anyone but himself to blame. He had kept as friendly of a distance as he could to avoid the urge to barbarically claim you as his.
Although, that day in his car set his resolve as thin as possible as he remembered how pretty his hickeys looked on your throat. Not to mention the way you kissed him at every given moment and the times you had him take photos for your page-
Hoseok groaned as his eyes rolled back. Fuck, he should have never agreed to go on tour if it were going to make him this far behind, let alone make him miss you this much. Now, he was home but he had been called in for an emergency job for some starlet for a photoshoot that lasted way too long. By the time he came home, you were out of the house, wrapping up one last exam.
He thought back to how the hell he got here. How the hell did he end up unintentionally giving into Mona’s master plan of keeping all her “sons” in one place, regardless of how far that place was from her. Why the hell did Mona even insist on housing you and why did Jin, the real owner of the building agree to house you here? What kind of bullshit was at play that landed you in the laps of all seven of them?
The answers to those questions didn’t quite matter anymore. The damage had been done. Hoseok was utterly obsessed with you. He learned long ago how far his smile and easy-going personality could get him, and that got him every piece of information about yourself that you would share. He knew almost everything about you by this point, and yet, you couldn’t understand how infatuated he was with you?!
It was infuriating, even more so because it wasn’t your fault. His guard was constantly up after losing his mom, the woman who homeschooled him and isolated him from the world, a woman he didn’t even love but it was the closest thing he ever had until-
Before he could properly process his emotions, he was driving to your college campus after asking Jimin, who of course knew, what your last exam was and at which building. He briskly walked to his car in the garage, shooting a pointed glare to the hunk of junk you called your car. Despite his gaze, he was thankful you didn’t try to drive it today.
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Your cries bounced off the walls in the garage, only ever overpowered by your car’s sputtering and hacking each time you turned the key before it devolved into silence, stillness, death you couldn’t quite cope with. Frustration, rage, and most consuming, despair engulfed your entire form as you brought your head down with a vengeance. Your forehead honked the horn briefly and your ears picked up your pained and pathetic cry.
This seemed to snap you out of your wallowing, even if for only a moment as you sat up straight and wiped your tears. You plucked your phone from your purse weakly as you texted Sumin that your car wasn’t starting to which he responded with a simple, “Damn, well, maybe I’ll see you another time.” Yeah, he seemed super disappointed, so why were you in shambles over a subpar date?
You sighed, knowing the answer, You had just made out with two of your roommates who were exceptionally out of your league a mere two days ago. Not to mention what you did with two more of them not much earlier. Then, there was the stress of final exams and producing enough content for your subscribers. It was all so exhausting, but you had refused to cry until it all came tumbling out.
Why were you even trying to hook up with Sumin? It’s not like he took good photos for you?
Another question you already knew the answer to.
Your heart longed for intimacy so you went for someone who you knew would say yes, someone who had been half-heartedly pestering you for another roll in the sheets. Sumin was a suitable, albeit shallow, solution to the emptiness you felt. He was using you for curves to grab and let go of at will and you were using him to feel something. You thought maybe you wouldn’t feel so dumb if it was mutual using. And yet, you were the one crying, lonely, and with a fucked up car.
At this pathetic realization that you were crying over not being able to fulfill a booty call, you only cried further as your head settled on the wheel. It was dehumanizing, sitting in your mother’s old car as it denied you even the tiniest shreds of happiness. Nevertheless, it felt like what you deserved. You were lonely for a reason, weren’t you? Your mother left you, your uncle didn’t even care enough to hate you properly, and you couldn’t even keep a significant other. You were too cowardly to be honest with your roommates about your feelings or even seek out the affection you want to deserve so bad. But how could you ever deserve such a delicacy you’ve never even had the chance to taste?
“Bunny?” You could hear Hoseok’s voice cut through your wallowing, but you didn’t have the gall to even look at him.
“Hi, Hobi.” You offered weakly, “Don’t mind me.” You waved a nonchalant hand, vocal fry evident.
He snorted, “No, I think I am gonna mind the pretty girl in the garage crying.” He chided lightly and you could see him lean inside of the absent window, “I’d ask if you’re okay, but that would feel patronizing.”
You managed a short, pitiful laugh, “I know you’d never patronize me.” His smile at this quickly faded as your sobs reached his ears, “You’re a nice guy, even if I don’t deserve it.” You nearly wailed, “I’m the stupid one who’s crying in a car that won’t start with nowhere to go anymore.” His hand placed itself on your head before you flinched, but relaxed quickly, “Sorry, it’s a reflex.” You mumbled and Hoseok’s heart caught in his throat at the idea that you developed such a reflex to begin with.
“Don’t be sorry about anything.” He soothed, “Don’t worry about the car, we can get it fixed, or something.” He would much prefer buying you a new one but from what he heard from Taehyung, you refused to let go of this death trap on wheels, “I can give you a ride wherever you need to go.” He offered and you shook your head.
“I already told my date about my car.” His muscles turned to stone for a moment as he hoped with all his might that he was not about to drive you to a date. You sighed, “If I wanted to go that badly, I would’ve asked him for a ride, and if he wanted me to go that badly, he would’ve offered me one.” He could sense some anger in your voice, but he could almost bet it was misdirected, that you were angrier at yourself than your date.
"A date?!" You could hardly register his surprise as you nodded through bleary eyes, "Wh-Wha-W-Why-Why didn't you tell any of us?" He was trying to wade through the panic of you crying and the panic of you going on a date.
Your brows scrunched as you looked up at him, "Why would I?"
Shit. You were right. You didn't owe them anything, and yet, he couldn’t back down, especially at the sight of your eyeliner dissolving into nothing, "I…” Am utterly infatuated with you. Want to pick up where we left off. Anything, say something, “...could've done your hair." He steadied his words as best as he could while smacking himself for his cowardice. He had never once been afraid of speaking his mind, he just never felt the need to. And yet, the moment his true intentions were bursting at the seams, nervousness consumed him. He breathed an internal sigh of relief as you shrugged, nodding, accepting his cowardly reasoning for knowing your every move as acceptable.
"Well, it hardly matters now." You droned as your bottom lip quivered, “It wasn’t much of a date anyway. He was gonna take some photos for my page and then maybe we would fuck, I don’t know.” You whined, exhausted with yourself.
“I’ll take the photos for you.” Hoseok’s voice was almost stern, but the tenderness on his face fooled you into thinking he was offering out of pure kindness.
“Really?” Your voice cracked as he opened the car door.
“If it’ll stop you from going on pseudo-dates, I’ll do anything you want.” He stifled a short laugh to soften the weight of his words that you hardly had the brainpower to register for what they were as he lifted you from the car, “Hold onto me, bunny.” His voice was sweet and soothing as you held him closely.
“This is nice.” You mused as he carried you through the building with ease, “You’re quite strong, Hobi.”
He scoffed as he stroked your thigh softly while he walked. He wanted to tell you a strong person would be honest about their feelings. A strong person would beg you to never even think of going on another date again. He was selfish. That’s what he was. He was a selfish coward, but if that’s what he had to be to keep you from other people that could take you from all of them, that’s what he would be. Until he couldn’t swallow down the depths of his feeling for you any longer. He knew his cowardice was on borrowed time, but as he held your half-asleep form in his arms while he waited for the elevator to rise up to your floor, he couldn’t worry about the ticking sound within him.
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You had to focus extra hard on not tripping up the lecture hall stairs as you left. You were dressed in a cream-colored flowy dress that went to your knees with brown ankle socks to match your necklace, which was a cute outfit, if not for the cream platform heels that threatened your balance and your ankles. However, this fact and sordid history with the shoes didn’t stop you from wanting to look cute when you finished your last exam for college, hoping the glitz would swallow the uncertainty of your future in your throat.
That uncertainty clouded your thoughts as you pushed past the double doors and looked around the empty halls of the humanities building. Grad school was supposed to be your next step and not only was the price tag ridiculous, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to be an art therapist. You figured that would be the best career for you, but now you weren’t sure if you even wanted to have a career yet. Part of you wanted to just have a few years to enjoy being you before getting into the nitty-gritty of life.
You shook the thoughts away as you continued to walk. You had about five boyfriends who could help you unpack this, right? Unless that would bother them. Was this the kind of thing to figure out all by yourself? You weren’t sure where the line was since up until now, everything was supposed to be done on your own.
“Y/n!” You jumped when a hand landed on your shoulder, but slightly relaxed when you saw Sumin. He gave you his signature smug smile, and you understood why he was so sought after, why he usually avoided talking to you in public for so long, but then you took a longer look and saw beyond his chiseled features.
“Oh, hey.” You forced a polite smile, “What’s up?” You internally smacked yourself for even asking.
He frowned for a microsecond, obviously not used to you not excitedly bouncing at the increasingly less and less handsome man giving you even the most casual attention, “You haven’t texted me in ages!” He laughed, but you could tell it was forced. When you weren’t following his lead and laughing or making up some flirty excuse like you used to, he coughed awkwardly, “Anyway, did you want to-”
“You looking for a ride, bunny?” A familiar voice called and you lifted your head to find Hoseok standing there in a pale blue shirt that was partially unbuttoned and white slacks that fit him almost too well. The silver chain he wore around his neck matched the three silver rings distributed between his two hands, both of which put you in a trance as your mind cleared of all previous worries while excitement bubbled in your stomach, reaching its way to your face as you smiled widely. His gaze flickered to Sumin with a flash of cynicism, “You need something with my girl?” The hair stylist’s brow cocked and his gaze hardened.
You hardly witnessed fear strike Sumin’s body as he shook his head and gave you a rushed goodbye. However, you were too preoccupied with looking past the brown tint of his glasses and meeting his eyes, which immediately softened at your contact. Time seemed to stop as you laid your eyes on the men that you had not properly seen in what felt like ages. Before you could say a word, Hoseok extended his arms with a cheeky smile as you let out a squeal of excitement and ran towards him, no time to worry if you were too big to catch or be held as you landed in his arms effortlessly.
He lifted your legs to wrap around him, making a show for himself and other people around you as he carried you securely. Feeling your laughter onto his neck was a gift in and of itself as he placed a chaste kiss on your cheek. He glanced at the staring eyes and hushed whispers before he set you down. His hands cupped your face and he swore he was dreaming as you gave him that beautiful smile that reached your eyes seamlessly.
“Hi.” You beamed and it was all you needed to do to earn a sweet kiss from him. A kiss much different than the pecks you gave him. A kiss that spoke volumes about how much he had missed you.
A kiss that promised himself to you. A kiss that marked you as his to the oogling student body. He could feel your millisecond of surprise before you melted against him. Your lips pressed against his with just as much vigor and with just as much longing, he wouldn’t have pulled away if it weren’t for his need to take you home. Plus, if the student body wanted a show, they could pay for it.
Hoseok smiled at you softly, still holding you without strain or complaint, “I missed you, pretty bunny.”
Your laughter was the song it had always been and he watched with nothing but the utmost affection as your smile reached your eyes, “I missed you so much, Hobi.” With one more peck, he set you down and opened the car door for you, “I can’t believe you came to pick me up, literally.” You snorted as he patted your head warmly before going to sit in the driver’s seat.
“I just couldn’t wait any longer.” He mused, hand-holding yours sweetly as he drove. This was a habit a lot of them had, one hand on the steering wheel and the other somewhere on your body. Well, except Jungkook, but you could not configure a reason he would ever want to touch you instead of simply allowing you to touch him like last time.
You squeezed Hoseok’s hand, and he gave you a sweet smile while keeping his eyes on the road while you played with the two rings on his right hand. Your mind was scattered, but his touch brought you back to him. Although, that was an ability he always had. No problem was ever too big for him. You had a goofy smile as you looked out the window, remembering him when he was just a kind hairdresser to you. He had been the first man you had allowed to so much as touch you when you left the hospital. It had only been a week since you were released and Yoora asked that you drive her to a hair appointment, disguising it as a favor to you. Then, he made you feel… human for the first time in what felt like ages. In the hospital, you were a patient, someone broken to fix, and even to the people outside of the hospital that knew you, it was like you were a toy sent away for repair. It felt more like people’s entertainment was gone more than a person they cared about. Then came a man you had never met, treating you delicately, calling you beautiful-
“Do you remember me?” You blurted before smacking a hand over your mouth at the confused tilt of Hoseok’s hand, “That was dumb of me-”
“Oh, you mean from my salon suite days?” He asked and it was like someone pressed pause on your form while the man gave a longing smile, “Of course I do.” He chided while he parked in the garage of the building, “I meant it when I said I never did that kind of thing.” He turned off the car before turning to your frozen form, breathing a short life at your wide eye before his eyes softened and his tender gaze brushed over you in time with his hand on your cheek, “I didn’t know I’d ever see you again, but it’d be hard for me to not call it fate.”
Your form finally relaxed as he leaned closer, letting your lips brush his as he spoke, “I never got to tell you how much that day meant to me.” Your voice was low, shaking ever so slightly, “I had been in the hospital for over a week, and when I looked it the mirror just before leaving…” Your eyes shut tightly at the thought, almost pulling away from the close contact, but he held you firm.
“You don’t have to tell me.” It was a hard thing for him to say. It was agonizing not knowing every thought in your head, every horrible thing everyone had ever done to you, but nothing tasted sweeter than your trust, so he had to swallow the bitter pill of patience.
“I want to. It’s just… hard to admit I hated the sight of myself.” Your words made you wince, “I looked as broken as I had always felt, and I remember wonder if that was how I looked to mom, Jungyoon, and even my dad. I couldn’t blame them for turning their back on me if it was, well, I never blamed them anyway.” Hoseok fought the snarl at the thought. How could the people who all but tore you from limb to limb hate the sight of you dragging yourself through each day? You weren’t being fair to yourself, but you were being vulnerable with him, so he had to let you talk until you wanted him to respond. The question of who hurt you burned in the back of his throat as he swallowed it down. It would be so easy to find out for himself but his affection for you was restraint enough to wait for you to tell him yourself, “Then, when I got out, no one missed me or really welcomed me back- bar Jimin, but he’s just a nice guy to everyone.” You laughed and Hoseok fought the urge to laugh, Jimin hated almost everyone but you, but he was a damn good actor, “But then a stylist with pretty eyes ended up being the first man I let touch me after the incident.” He smiled, a sense of pride bubbling within him at gaining your trust even from so long ago, “You let me talk, just like I am now, and you didn’t want anything in return. Not to mention you made me feel real again and look the best I had ever.” You stifled a short laugh, “When I met you again, it took me a while before I realized it was you, but I knew your eyes were super distinct. Then, I got to know you and you continued to be so sweet to me.”
“It’s because you’re my soulmate.” He nearly cursed himself, you made him and everyone in the house unable to hold back even though it was a skill they had expertly honed. When he took note of the tears welling in your eyes, panic began to fill him until you pressed forward, lips capturing his own, “I’m sorry-”
Soulmate. He said you were his soul mate. You were sure you were destined for loneliness and yet you just gained a sixth boyfriend and instead of the fear of solitude that struck through your body when Taehyung first confessed to you, nothing but joy bloomed in your stomach. It was as if the thought of being with people began to feel like something you almost deserved instead of a delusion or fairy tale.
“Why are you apologizing?” You mouthed against him, pulling him closer to you, an action that felt like nothing short of heaven.
“Don’t wanna scare you with how much I want you.” He said and yet his hands unconsciously held your hips with a force that wouldn’t allow you to budge and his mouth refused to pull from your addictive kiss.
You smiled, pressing yourself closer so you were chest to chest, making him groan needily, “How could a soulmate of mine scare me?” You spoke with that special lilt in your voice you used in your videos when you were really getting into it and it made his eyes nearly roll back when you claimed him as a soulmate, “Don’t hold back with me anymore.”
That was all the encouragement he needed before he deepened the kiss with a groan, tongue slipping into your mouth. His kiss quickly became lewd as he let go of his inhibitions and you felt his tongue intertwining with your own. He sucked the pink muscle in his mouth, making your arms lock tighter behind his neck. You watched with hooded eyes as he let go of your tongue with a resounding pop, his eyes barely open as he drank in your lust, “Some dangerous words you spoke.” He teased and you took a moment to rake your nails lightly behind his neck and you could see the fire in his eyes gain heat at the action.
“Are you gonna prove it in your car or inside?” You cocked a brow, making a sick and sadistic smile grow on his face while his hand crawly up your hip until it was splayed lightly across your neck.
Your breath hitched in anticipation as his thumb stroked softly against your carotid artery, “I should pull you into my lap again, just like last time.” Your thighs clenched and you saw the satisfaction in his eyes when he moved his hand up again and swiped his thumb over your lips before you took the appendage in your mouth, rolling your tongue around it and sucking obediently with submissive eyes, “Then, I should make you grind over my cock and watch you chase release, wishing you could just take those pretty panties of yours, but I’m sure you could cum with them on, couldn’t you?” You hummed in desperate agreement but he clicked his tongue, “Use your words, bunny.” He dragged his thumb down, while your mouth relaxed, allowing him to drag your lower lip down and shove three of his fingers over your tongue as your mouth was open.
You could feel embarrassment- and drool- pooling, but the arousal and want to be dominated reigned supreme as you spoke, muffled with three of his finger moving within your mouth, “Yes.” You gasped out when you felt spit rolling down your chin and he cooed at this.
“Messy girl.” He watched with sadistic joy as you pressed your thick thighs together again, “I should be cruel and do all that, make you keep going no matter how many times your cute ass honks the horn.” He finally removed his fingers and you whined desperately as you watched him lick your drool, maintaining eye contact, “But I'm much nicer when it comes to you," He paused, smirking, "And I want the space to taste your pretty cunt before I fuck it.” He pressed a kiss to your wet lips before exiting the car to open the door for you.
You quickly wiped the spit on your chin as you headed inside with him, one arm of his secured around your waist. You were buzzing with heat and a need to come as you craved to feel his soft lips on you again. The switch within Hoseok was similar to that of Jin’s but just as arousing and you wanted more. You had been dreaming of his touch for what felt like ages at this point. His touch was soft yet intense and it had your mind in a lusting fog so much so that when the elevator doors closed you pulled the collar of his shirt down to feel his tongue against yours again.
The surprised pause of his lasted a mere second before he responded immediately, hands going to your hips to press you closer. His tongue went deeper inside of you and the kiss was messy and wet as if he was trying to draw all of the saliva from you that he could and as filthy as it was, it only increased your arousal. The elevator ride never seemed so fast until Hoseok pulled away slowly, letting a string of saliva show before it snapped, “Impatient and messy.” He pecked you, “What a dangerous combination.” He chided before grabbing your hand and leading you to his bedroom.
You had never been in his room, but you hardly had the time to examine it before his mouth was on you again and the back of your knees hit the bed. He laid you down on the soft lavender duvet cover and it was at this moment you were grateful you forgot to wear shapewear beneath your dress as you usually did to prevent thigh chafing. Waking up late had never done you so well as he pushed your legs up and apart before he slid the hem of your dress-up to your stomach. He kissed along the soft skin of your stomach, allowing you to feel the silver chain he wore dangling over your form before making his way lower. The cold metal traveling down your body almost had your eyes closing, but you didn't want to look away from him.
He admired the white cotton panties, intent on taking his time to worship your body properly as he kissed the inner portion of your left thigh while his other hand stroked the other, squeezing every so often, “You’re so beautiful.” He breathed.
“You are too, Hobi.” You stammered as he sucked a hickey mere centimeters from the junction of your thigh, “I want you so bad.” You whimpered at his harsh marking of you, “Fuck, that feels so good.”
He hummed before letting go with a pop, “You like me marking you, baby? He kissed the reddening skin sweetly.
“I do, it feels so good, daddy.” You gasped in anticipation as his hand placed itself on your mons, “Shit, I want to feel you."
The nickname you hardly realized you said chipped away at Hoseok’s slow and steady resolve, but he pressed on, touching you lightly over your panties until he saw it. His eyes landed on a dark wet patch made of your juices on the area where your tight hole is, “Bear with me, bunny.” He spoke and you had no time to ask what he meant before his tongue licked feverishly at the stain, making your back arch.
He grunted, forearm pressing your hips down as he tasted the juices on your underwear. He could hardly take it anymore and in the blink of an eye, he slid your panties down one leg and his tongue lathed over your soaking cunt like it was his life force. He moaned in time with you at the taste and the twitching he had to keep under control. He said nothing as he ate you ate, but he did make noise. Each time his tongue landed on a new place, he groaned and gave it a messy open-mouthed kiss before his tongue staked its claim. You could feel his spit all over your pussy but it only pushed you closer to an orgasm and when his tongue entered you, it was nothing short of a religious experience for the both of you.
You similarly had no words beyond expletives and high-pitched moans as he fucked you with tongue. Your eyes rolled back when two of his fingers dipped into your sweet hole and traveled up to you your clit, his tongue never losing its rhythm, “C-Cum- daddy, I-” You cried out as you struggled to ask for permission to reach your peak. You could feel his grin before he hummed, giving you the permission you craved as fireworks went off behind your eyes while you screwed them shut and came with a shameless scream.
He lifted his arm from your midsection and allowed you to ride your high as you thanked him with garbled moans. When you relaxed, he lifted himself up, licking his fingers and his lips of your juices, “You are so sweet, my precious bunny.” He praised and the smile you gave bolstered his affection, “Let’s get you out of this pretty dress, hm?” You nodded, sitting up while he watched with hungry eyes as you lifted the dress over you and ridding yourself of the white bra you were. Unable to resist, he leaned down to lick each nipple before giving them a sweet kiss that caused you to shudder each time.
Your hands caressed his neck, pulling him in for another messy kiss, position your head to tilt up at him, and opening your mouth to allow him full access while your hands made work of his shirt buttons. Your fingers fumbled along the buttons as the kiss was just as messy as before. While the drool rolling down the side of your mouth was filthy, it was also so sinfully debauched. You could have never guessed Hoseok’s method of dominance would be this primal and shameless.
He allowed you to push the unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and you shuddered at the feel of his toned arms under your hands, enjoying the feeling of his skin along your fingertips, the sensation only heightened with the way your eyes remain closed as Hoseok all but devoured your mouth. You explored his torso with light touches under his unyielding kiss as you undid the expensive belt and he assisted you by stripping himself of the pants and boxers while you buzzed with excitement at seeing him bare.
When he pulled from your mouth, you didn’t even have to look to know there had been yet another string of saliva connecting the both of you, his pleased hum before he gave you a peck was more than enough evidence. Your eyes fluttered open and immediately raked over his built form. You had always known he was a fit man, they all were, but you weren’t prepared for how beautiful he would be. His arms were toned and his abs were ever so sculpted, and of course, his dick was beautiful, but also thick and lengthy. You hadn’t been giving such unbridled access to the other men’s bodies, bar Taehyung, so the sight of Hoseok naked made your cheeks heat.
Sensing your adoration and embarrassment, his smile only grew, “You’re going to make me blush.” He teased and your eyes snapped to his in a millisecond and right as you were going to apologize, he paced his fingers over your lips, dragging them down slowly as he spoke, finding great pleasure in how your mouth was obediently relaxed, allowing his hand to move your lips, “The only thing coming from your mouth should be moans or sweet nothings, not apologies, got it?” He cocked a brow
You nodded, “You’re beautiful.” You whispered and Hoseok licked his lips before pressing your under him into the mattress in a split song.
His nose buried itself into your neck and kissed along your jugular, making you breathless. The man himself coil hardly understand how you made him so filthy. His past experiences with sex were adventurous, sure, but they had never gotten him this riled up. He had never needed to see anyone’s mouth covered in drool until you posted a video mere weeks ago. You had been grinding against a pillow in the very room just a few floors above his and your mouth had unintentionally hung open for just a bit too long and the drool was out before you could stop it. He nearly had a conniption in his hotel, wanted to demand he go home, but he settled for watching the clip over and over again until he had tugged himself dry, breathless as he read your apologetic caption for the spit with a sleepy grin as dawn settled in the sky.
Here you were, messy and obedient, begging him to fuck you as his dexterous fingers slid over your slit before three of his fingers sank into you. Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream before his mouth enveloped yours again, swallowing your moans greedily for himself as your body jerked in time with the thrusts of his fingers. In no time, he could feel you tightening against his fingers and he felt himself succumbing to the need to fuck you into the mattress, “Feeling good, my sweet bunny?” He crooned and you could hardly speak as you nodded, “You can use your words.” He urged, mouth pressed against yours while you whined slightly but pressed on.
“Y-Yes, Sir, so good!” Your voice was muffled as you spoke against his lips, but that didn’t deter his tongue increasing the lack of articulation in your speech, “Wanna cum on your cock, please, please!” Your nails scraped again his scalp as your gripped his hair, making his eyes roll back in pleasure while he gave your tongue a rough suck before pulling back with a pop, “Don’t you want to cum inside your soulmate?” You were playing dirty, the both of you knew it as his cheeks heated, and he wanted to scold you if not for the way his heart soared at the notion of you calling yourself his soulmate. He wasn’t crazy, you were his soulmate.
At least, he wasn’t crazy to you, and that’s all he cared about.
He nodded, “I do, my beautiful bunny.” He drawled, satisfied with how desperate you were and how much of your spit he sucked from your tongue. Pulling back, he admired your curves as he gave his cock a few pumps. Finally, his cock slid into you as slow as he physically could in order to get you used to his girth, but it was getting harder to not press himself into you all at once with the way you fluttered around him. He admired the connection point between the two of you with the eyes of a deranged man who had his goals realized as he let out an equally crazed laugh, “Look at us, look at how well you take me.” He cooed, and lifted your legs, letting your ankles rest on his shoulders “You’re mine, aren’t you?” You nodded, groaning at the delicious stretch and the inexplicable way his maniacal musings, “You belong to me, to all of us, don’t you?” He leaned his torso forward, his shoulders now pressing into the space behind your knees and you groaned at the deeper angle as his face hovered above yours.
Your arms looped around his neck as you kissed him, whimpering while he slowly bottomed out, “I am.” You breathed, but the shyness within was fading away as you admired how fucked out Hoseok looked from simply entering you, from simply hearing the truth. You did belong to them, and you could not imagine greater bliss. His desperate eyes caused a surge of confidence to affect your next moves, “And you’re mine.” You hummed, “Right, Hobi?” You urged, wanting him to move his hips, but he wanted to give you time to adjust. However, your words were breaking him as he nodded feverishly, “What a sweet soulmate I have.” You crooned before opening your mouth slightly, sticking your tongue out and raising your brows at him, urging. He caught on, indulging you and mimicking your movements. The moment he did so you licked across his tongue before you closed your mouth and gathered saliva on your tongue. He didn't have time to question you before you were leaning your head up and spitting right onto his sweet pink muscle.
Acting on primal need, he swallowed it with a groan as his eyes rolled back. Fuck, you were so hot. He wondered what it was about your spit that sent him reeling, or maybe it was just your mouth. That, paired with the fact that you embraced his salacious fixation, made him nearly cum on the spot. You were dangerous, and you didn’t even know it. You didn’t even understand how far all seven of them would go to ensure your happiness, your safety, your pleasure. They were domineering, but you owned them. They were yours as much as you were theirs. They were insanely powerful and crazy for you all the same. He wondered if you would ever truly understand the lengths they would go, and have gone, for you. He didn’t even entertain the idea of you being scared of it at this point, not as your spit slid down his throat. You were crazy for them, by all definitions of the term. Even if you didn’t know it, he could see it. He knew what crazy looked like, he’d mastered the art of hiding his own much like the rest of the guys, and that look in your eyes told him all he needed to know, all he already knew.
When his eyes opened, he held an unmistakable fire in them that would’ve made you squirm if he didn’t have you in such a tight hold, “Reckless.” He murmured before he pulled out of you fully only to slam back in, making you scream.
The pace he set was ruthless and he made it a point to press deeply into you as he leaned down, licking a frenzied path from your mouth to your lips and back in, as if he was painting you with his tongue before he had the coveted saliva string as he pulled back and the crazed look in his eyes only added to your arousal.
His hips rocked into you expertly as your clit was stimulated by his pelvis, pushing you closer and closer to the orgasm his fingers nearly gave you, “What a reckless princess we have here, hm?” He chided, voice barely shaken at his hard and fast thrusts as he spoke against your wet mouth, “You have not one thought in that little head with my cock in your pretty pussy, isn’t that right?” He was mocking your fucked-out look, but he was completely right.
“I- hng- I-” You pathetically sputtered and he laughed sadistically.
“Poor thing, you can barely focus all filled up, huh?” He cackled. You could hardly nod with the overwhelming pleasure he delivered, “Spitting in my mouth like I wouldn’t fuck you into oblivion.” He growled, no longer thrusting but grinding his dick into you with fluid motions of his hips that had him going deeper than you thought possible, “Spitting in my fucking mouth like I wouldn’t fill you up so good that fuckers like that guy wouldn't even get a glance from you.” You clenched around him, his taunting words only making you crave his cum in you. The tinge of jealousy behind his words about a guy merely talking to you made you lose any wisps of inhibition as you lost yourself to pleasure, “Fuck, you look so cute with that look.” He moaned, “Your tongue all lolled out, mouth wide open as you moan for me.” He began thrusting again, erratically, chasing his high as yours was quickly approaching, “Go on, cum for me, show me how much my bunny loves my cock.”
You threw your head back, his words being all you needed before you came with another scream that he quickly drank up. His hips pushed further and deeper as his moans increased.
“Good fucking girl!” He grunted as he sped up, “Gonna fill you up so good- fuck!” He came and you relished the warm feeling of him spilling inside of you. He fucked his cum inside of you gently while you rode out the last bits of your high.
He sat up a bit to guide your legs around his waist before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up to sit in his lap. You both embraced like this until your breathing began to even. His hands had softly caressed your sides while your fingers tangled in his hair, stroking the soft locks.
It was intimacy at its finest as you soothed each other whilst still being attached. No words needed to be exchanged as you held each other close, chests huffing against one another. You could feel his affection and you wondered if this was what knowing someone cared for you felt like. It had its own special taste with each of them, but it had a very distinct warmth as you leaned your head on his shoulder.
Finally, he stood, securing his hold around you, cock still sheathed in you, “Let’s get you cleaned up and we can rest before dinner, okay?” He patted your butt lightly, making you chuckle.
“And you have to be inside me for the trip to the bathroom?” You tiredly pressed and enjoyed the vibrations of his laugh against your chest.
“It’s protocol.” He joked and you found bliss in how lightweight your mind and body felt.
You fought sleep while Hoseok and you bathed, but he was wide and blissfully awake. He even carried you back to his bed when he watched with lovesick eyes as you drifted off to sleep on his bare chest. He wanted to scold himself for nearly losing all control, confessing to you all the horrible things he’d do for you and to that guy that dared to talk to you. Hell, he nearly begged you to ask him to ruin that guy’s life, but he could only be proud of himself for not doing so under the squeeze of your walls. He had a loose mouth during sex, but his temper was much more even than a certain pent-up pop star. The thought of the youngest man soon having his way with you made him almost consider letting you sleep through dinner. With only a few days left before he came back, you’d need it.
Only a few days, huh?
Just a few more days until you fully belonged to all seven men in this building as they had belonged to you for much longer than you might know.
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BOTW (AND AOC) GALS: RANKED BY HOW PRETTY THEY ARE (part 2 lmao)
remember that load of horseshit i wrote about the hot guys of botw? this one? this is the sequel my dudes. dont expect any good takes cuz ive not grown since the last time i did this. complaints r taken in my asks at ur own fuckin risk
not terrible! not a fan of the fiercely pinned up fringe but hey what can u do, she’s royalty. she rlly is just. female link tho. esp in botw like those bitches could swap place and u wouldnt know. 5/10 cuz idk shes just. normal. extra point for the big eyebrows tho 6/10 big eyebrows represent. zelda fans dont come after me
i lit cant mark this woman down or my ass will get fried by lightning. questionable armour but its a nintendo game so its out of her control. has a voice like butter melting into caramel melting into chocolate melting into like. fudge or some shit. and then melt that into coffee. thats her voice. girls w big noses r always the cutest tho 8/10 ambitious eyebrow shape but its not gonna take off
i always wanted to squish her forehead and see if it would leave a dent. if she fell do u think like. the forehead would break her fall???? is it like soft and squishy??? the jewellery is an enormous bitch to draw and thinking about it makes me break out in hives. why does she have those dot eyebrows u can only get on mii maker. cute face tho. 7/10 botw voice acting is :/ but aoc voice acting is Beautiful
i only just realise she has like matching nails, eyeshadow n hair dye. idk what the f she used 2 dye her hair. maybe she just smeared some wildberries in it or some shit. either way its a big look but glasses perched on your head and never actually used ESPECIALLY if they’re lenseless makes me want to break stuff so 6/10 ur the hipster of ur time babes. check it
i just. i hate the fringe. i hate it i hate it i hate it why does it look like rolled up blinds. if u pull on the side bits is the fringe gonna come down like a curtain. is that one of her jutsus. i mean not 2 be That Bitch but. she’s paya with makeup. thats it. i still dont hate it tho. 5/10 terf bangs no jutsu
where 2 begin,,,,, ok ill admit, the eyebrows r shorter than impas and the tattoo is longer but like. the similarity is 2 big to make different distinctions. 5/10 brings a new meaning to dressing up in ur grandmas clothes
this is babey. this is what babey looks like. idk how her tiny lil head can hold up that big fuckin crown. neck muscles for Days. unfortunately irritating to draw but i forgive her. 6/10 adorable but get buliara to do your eyeshadow next time :(
gotta admit, the pink is overwhelming. im not a big pink person but like. i do like the hair feathers, very nice touch. somehow has earrings without having ears. beak is cute. overall very cute! 5/10 biased because i want to steal your man
ok now this chick can pull off eyeliner. its the think where u keep adding more eyeliner to even it out but it just goes up ur face except this is a look. again, too much pink, only partially nauseating, and u did screw me on paying for a gerudo outfit so like. 6/10 :( give me a discount next time and the score will change
-100000/10 im gonna fucking put this bitch in the ground
100000/10 ambitious and i like it. milfy dimitrescu has nothin on these bitches. its like if u went to hobbycraft and just rolled in the glitter aisle. u know those like fake sticky earrings that 8 year old girls wear but like. plaster them all over ur body. u are not glittery enough unless the presence of a single light makes ur entire presence seizure inducing. wish i had the presence. the glamour.
???/10 patricia is the only girl ever
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I'm surprised people see Tadashi as the victim in his relationship with Ainosuke, when it's Tadashi the one who time and time again takes away Ainosuke's agency, without being able to see that he is throwing him unto unhappiness. I can't help but think that if Tadashi was not working at Shindo's house, Ainosuke would have maybe left or broke with the family. But he can't do that if he wants the relationship with Tadashi going on, seing how Tadashi is set on enforcing the family rules...
Hmm.. I def agree with the fact that Tadashi is not what most fandom makes out of him, my man (I mean, Adam’s man) is a 100% Slytherin. But I disagree with blaming him for this, after all the revealed info. The environment they were both raised in made their situation complicated.
I like Tadashi a lot, he’s probably my fav thing about this anime, bc he’s a dark horse, and I’m once again surprised, that so little ppl see him for who he really is, portraying him as an innocent puppy, which he is definitely not.
Now to why I think both Tadashi and Adam are victims of the dad and aunties in this situation.
We can of course say “if only they told each other how they really feel...”, but like we can say it about any love story really. Every author knows it’s no fun. The truth is that yes, they both hurt each other, and yes, if they were honest about their feelings things would’ve been different, but as I’ve already wrote under that “toxic” commentary on YT, lets look at the whole situation from both of their point of views:
We know that Adam when he was little always treated Tadashi as an equal, he never ever thought of him as someone lower than him and after their fall out, the only reason for this “harsh” treatment (well, besides their confirmed kink) was that Adam tried to get a reaction out of him, so Tadashi would stand up for himself, bc Ainosuke got mad about Tadashi caving to his dad’s wishes and abandoning him, when he needed him the most.
But now, knowing the fact that Tadashi was his dad’s secretary and was under his control, let’s see it from his perspective: Tadashi wanted to stay by Adam’s side, Adam’s dad implied that if Tadashi did say smth, he’s gonna be.. well, dismissed and they won’t see each other ever again. That’s what caused Tadashi to stay silent in that moment. Ainosuke instead saw this as a “he’s not on my side” thing, well, because. Tadashi won’t tell him his problem, bc dad and aunties control everything, so even if he does tell him, what a teen would do really? He didn’t have any powers back then to make his dad do anything.
And that’s when it all gone to shit, since they both were hurt for their own reasons. It’s easy to say leave the family, but 1stly nobody explained to Adam still that he’s physically and psychologically abused by his family, he sees it as them “loving him” and sadly also loves them, bc nobody told him, that love wasn’t supposed to be like that really. He definitely feels that smth is not right and feels emotionally exhausted there bc of this treatment, but did he ever consider leaving? I really don’t think so. He feels obligated to be worthy of a family, who “loves” him.
Do you think, for example, that Akashi Seijuro hates his dad for what he did to him? No. Does he understand that he wasn’t at fault for what happened to him and that his dad instead of comforting his child after his mother’s death, who was his only safe haven, made everything worse? I don’t think he does. Like his mom gave him basketball, an escape from all that family’s obligations and strictness. After her death, it was the only thing left that brought him joy, but his dad ruined even that, saying that if he’s gonna be bad at it/lose, he’d take it away from him too. Does Akashi see this as emotional abuse? No, he sees it like “well, I have to be the best bc I was born in such powerful family, so if my dad says that I must be best at everything, then I must.”
I personally hate such parents a lot. To me it doesn’t matter if Adam’s dad didn’t know about aunties hitting his child. Like if he was too busy to notice this and have no time for his kid and made his childhood miserable, it doesn’t make it any better really.
Same as with Akashi’s dad. Some are like “he was probably also grieving about his wife”. Emm? He was like this from the beginning, bc he treated Akashi not as his son, but as his heir. And yes, that’s different things. Same with Endeavor and Todoroki. Your child is not your post production thing.
2ndly they were too young, even if they knew about each others feelings and he didn’t feel obligated and told everyone to fuck off, they’d be on the streets now, but also Adam’s dad doesn’t seem like a guy who’d leave them alone really. Also eloping seems very romantic, but I don’t think it is, esp when you’re teens. Did you want him to sell some expensive watch and go live on Hawaii or smth? Bc finding a decent job there would be difficult at this age, esp with everyone knowing who your dad is. Chen Ke from “Antidote” survived bc he was 27 and had connections and some great friends. Adam was in high school, where would he go exactly?
Now let’s go back to now. Obviously all this time it didn’t even cross Tadashi’s mind that for Ainosuke he comes first and that he would throw everyone under the bus to make Tadashi stay with him. As we see at the end, he legit believed that Adam was planning to send him to jail and didn’t get that he said it just to shaken he up and that he knew who he’d set up for this from the beginning.
To Adam obviously it doesn’t matter whether they’re in a quarrel or not, he would never him go. Yes, he’s mad at him, he’s angry and hurt, but Tadashi’s still the person he needs the most, he’s still the person who brightens his days, even tho he deliberately behaves like he annoys him. He always looks at him and looks at him and looks at him, but then hisses smth to hurt him. Bc he knows that he needs him, but he also hates that he needs him, bc he thinks it’s unrequited.
And that’s how their classic romance goes in hellish circles. No one wants to talk as usual. Adam is mad Tadashi is like that bc his dad turned him into a slave with no opinion, while Tadashi is scared that Adam would be taken away from him bc of his ugly family.
Now I still think that no one and I mean no one can take Tadashi from Adam now, he is his precious. So my plan is... if Tadashi made aunties do smth against him or to get rid of him, aunties will go for sure. The problem is Tadashi still doesn’t get that he comes first, so we’re stuck in this hell still.
So anyways, my point is Adam’s heart basically sings “you got a hold of me, don’t even know your power” to Tadashi, but he doesn’t hear it, bc of his insecurities, the way he was raised and his status. But yes, he holds all the power. He’s both Adam’s sanity and insanity. No matter how cheesy it sounds he was basically his only ray of sunshine in the darkness, if you take it away, that’s what it leads to, that’s why Ainosuke-sama needs more ppl who care for him. I don’t want anyone to die next time, just cause Tadashi and Adam fought about where to put their new couch lmao. I’m kidding, but you know what I mean. And kill the aunties, pls seriously, we need to be free.
Also ppl need to remember that like lots of animes/characters are parcially inspired by some other animes/characters, also the chosen seiyuus are also very important, there are lots of stuff like jokes and references, that creators use, from characters being fully inspired by smth like “Assassination classroom” characters based on KNB, to little stuff like Levi dressed in Akashi’s uniform in chibi AOT bc Hiroshi Kamiya. Utsumi already said before stuff like she sometimes think of a perfect voice for the character and then fully forms him, we also know her clear love for sports animes. So yes, I doubt Tadashi/Kuroko thing is a coincidence and even tho someone was like “zone? is this knb or smth?” I was like no, zone is actually a common thing in sports, even tho most associate it with KNB including me, it’s not like its their invention, but there were things inspired by this for sure, and from other sports animes too and no, I don’t mean the basic sports anime tropes, I mean, like way too specific things, some character designes, too. And yes, Langa appearence and personality wise is a rinharu child for real, I can literally split his scenes in “that’s Haru”, “that’s Rin”.
That’s why I’ve said that this situation in fandom reminds me of Kuroko/Akashi situation a lot, bc same as here in KNB ppl for some reason automatically thought that Kuroko is this innocent sheep and Akashi is the wolf (but also like it was Akashi who chose to dress as red riding hood, while Kuroko was a wolf lmao), not even seeing who is in reality more dangerous and who can easily control who. It just buffles me bc it’s not some deep analisys really. I mean once again there’s a reason for the saying that the sub holds all the power over the dom.
And like just bc someone yells or threatens ppl constantly doesn’t necessarily mean he is a psycopatic killer, and just bc someone is quiet and doe-eyed, doesn’t mean he isn’t. I didn’t think we needed to explain this to someone, but aparently we do?
And it honestly kills me just how superficially ppl are watching things these days. It really gives me war flashbacks to stuff like the last mdzs s1 episode, where ppl started to comment things like “how LZ can be so heartless” lmao. Or that anonymous ask “do you think haru misses rin?”. Like you don’t see thing at all? Grey substance no needed, while watching things?
P.S. I also would die to see Adam vs Tadashi race just bc I for some reason can bet all my money, that it’s the same situation as with Akashi refusing to ankle break Kuroko, no matter how mad he is. I just can’t imagine Ainosuke hitting Tadashi in the face with a board. Like 100% sure he wouldn’t even try tbh.
#answered#anonymous#tadaai#tadashi kikuchi#shindo ainosuke#adam x tadashi#sk8#sk8 the infinity#anime#this is what i think about these two at least
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thoughts on a light in the mist / the broken code arc
Okay. I've had two meals and a good night's sleep since I binge-read Light in the Mist in a Barnes and Noble yesterday, and I'm ready to talk about it.
pLEASE keep in mind that everything I'm going to be saying here is my own take. If you disagree, I'm more than happy to engage in discourse and hear other people's takes! but please don't attack me for my takes and opinions, they're just my opinions.
ALSO: I usually read warriors arcs as they are releasing, and then once I sit with them for a while I go back and binge them all in a row, so I can brace them up as an arc and not just as individuals. I haven't reread TBC yet, so my commentary on the past books might not be 100% accurate.
SPOILERS FOR A LIGHT IN THE MIST / THE ENDING OF "THE BROKEN CODE" LIE HERE. IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT AND CARE ABOUT SPOILERS, I WOULDN'T CLICK THE READ MORE IF I WERE YOU. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
TL;DR, in no particular order:
1. Bristlefrost/Rootspring
2. Graystripe
3. Shadowsight
4. Ashfur (spoiler, I’m unhappy)
5. “Firestar breathed”
6. NEW CHANGES BIG CHANGES COMING NEXT ARC YES PLEASE???
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HOO BOY WHERE TO BEGIN
The Broken Code has been one of my least favorite arcs. It’s just not been great. Book 1 was promising, but book 2-5 really kind of just…were disappointing, in a lot of ways, and the inconsistent writing was the least of its troubles. It had great potential but suffered in a lot of ways too. This book really helped mitigate that for me, and while it didn’t bring it back up a lot, it put it in par with AVOS for me (but my favorite arc is POT so like who am I to talk about plot).
ALitM actually kind of redeemed this arc for me. I left this book and this arc a shell of who I once was but, overall, satisfied. Of course, it’s not free of issues (what warriors book is, esp. recently), but I could stand for a reread.
1. Bristlefrost
*sigh*
Her death broke me. That whole chapter, with her despair turning into hope and love, and the flashes of what could have been really solidifying in her mind as memories because of course that’s what happened, how else could she remember if they didn’t happen, she loves Rootspring, and just ruin me why don’t you.
Time and again I’ve heard that the top ways to make a character’s death as devastating as possible are to make them die mid-character arc, have an unsatisfying recompense for those they were closed to, and describe their funeral in little detail if it’s described at all. All of those boxes (with the exception of the first? I’ll get to that) are ticked and ticked again. She’s not in the Dark Forest, she’s not in StarClan, she’s just gone and her family and friends and Rootspring just have to live with that. Ivypool didn’t even have a body to bury.
People are upset, and I get why. I am too! It felt anticlimactic, it felt like a last-minute decision at best, it was so heavily foreshadowed that by about the fifteenth time that Rootspring thought “if we get out of here” I just said “okay one of them is going to die, I don’t know who, but one of them will, there’s no way they won’t with how heavy-handed they’re being about this”. It felt like the Onestar-Darktail-underwater-lake-battle from AVOS but we got to see it under the water instead of on top of it.
Here’s thing, though—I’m glad it ended that way.
HEAR ME OUT.
How many times have we seen female protags, or even female side and supporting characters, taken from their own individual character development to become “character trait: mother”? Female characters who lose their personality and/or social group upon having kittens and get reduced to “mother cat who has no personality of her own after popping out some babies and her only character development is seen only when it’s directly related to the development of her children”? Millie. Ivypool. Dovewing. Cinderheart. Sorreltail (!! Remember when she and Leafpool were best friends??). Ferncloud(? maybe?). Hell, half of Bluestar/Bluefur’s character arc is her avoiding becoming this trope! The only real examples of this not being the case is Squilf and Sandstorm!
Bristlefrost, by killing Ash, atoned for the time she spent (albeit unwillingly) assisting Ashfur in Bramblestar’s body, and the best atonement we could have gotten was what we got, with her killing Ashfur and dying knowing she’d served and protected her Clan (which she talked about all the way back in book 1).
What would have happened if she’d lived? We would have gotten Rootspring making a huge fuss out of leaving his Clan to join ThunderClan (growing their numbers even more, which they for sure don’t need), a little bit of outside-looking-in at Rootspring trying to settle into ThunderClan, then they have a handful of side character children and they both become boring happy background characters.
Did her death break all my bones? Yes. Am I glad that’s the ending she got? In a way, yes.
I do hope we see more of Rootspring learning to cope with that in the next arc
2. Graystripe
MY SON
It was his time. His death was really sad, although it was great to see him get to see Millie and Briarlight (I thought it was so funny how angry Silverstream and Feathertail were at them even though it’s absolutely on par with Silver’s characterization we got in Leopard’s Honor), we got to see a lot of the funny, quirky Graystripe we haven’t seen in a while (haha he’s a chonky lad), and he’s reunited with Firestar.
2a. Firestar
AAAAAAAAAAAAA
Listen we haven’t seen Firestar in so long and we got to see him AND WE GOT A FIRESTAR POV AGAIN AND HE GOT TO SEE GRAYSTRIPE AND DARKSTRIPE FINALLY GOT WHAT WAS COMING TO HIM
-Image: a zoomed in picture of a book page with the phrase “Firestar breathed” circled in red, with the caption “*INCOHERENT SCREAMING IN THE MIDDLE OF A BARNES AND NOBLE*” from Snapchat-
I just love my pretty orange boy okay I missed him ;^;
3. Ashfur
*inhale* Okay.
This was unsatisfying, anticlimactic, and where the FUCK WAS HOLLYLEAF?? We don’t even get the “book Voldemort death, where someone broke Ashfur’s neck and we see his body and it’s poetic because he was just a bad icky cat who was just an asshole and then we watch him dissipate like Darkstripe and Darktail”, we get the “movie Voldemort’s death where he explodes into sparks because he’s the big bad” but he just evaporates because he’s so bad he can’t be killed legitimately?
Glad he’s gone. Wish it could have been a little more satisfying.
4. Shadowsight
OKAY BUT I’M IN LOVE WITH WHAT THEY DID TO SHADOWSIGHT
We have a meddy cat who doesn’t believe in StarClan, sure, but it’s so cool that they gave us the medicine cat who fully believes and loves his ancestors and simply cannot. He’s attached to the Dark Forest! That’s SO COOL! I so hope they do more with that in the next arc, please StarClan please let’s see more of our little dark baby boy please
5. Changes to world structure/warrior code
I’m so glad they addressed this.
It’s something that’s needed to happen for a long time, and it’s refreshing that they finally addressed it, and I’m surprised they actually did. I’m looking very forward to see how that goes in the next arc (and hopefully more changes follow in its footsteps).
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All in all, this was a tragically satisfying binge read. I had a good time with it, for sure. Could be better but could have been far worse. 8/10.
#megara.txt#brackenfire rambles#warriors#warrior cats#warriorcats#alitm#a light in the mist#alitm spoilers#a light in the mist spoilers#bristlefrost#wc spoilers#rootspring#shadowsight#firestar#graystripe#the broken code#tbc#tbc spoilers#the broken code spoilers#warrior cats spoilers
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perhaps a small meta like thing i wanted to write and share on robb. I was thinking about that very haunting and pivotal moment in ASOS, when rickard karstark a loyal man of robb and starks killed the two prisoner/wards kids from lannister family when he realised catelyn released jaime. Catelyn releasing him is different and a very realistically emotional thing but robb acting and defending his mother when rickard says It was Lady Catelyn who was responsible for murder of the two kids....he just slaughtered in sleep and dark of their cells (reeks of bit sexism and misogyny tbh). Not realising however that jaime wasn't gonna get killed anyways that to by rickard or Robb was never gonna let them hurt him. basically so if karstark was avenging his sons...who died in battle with Robb, it is understandable but this was rickard's individualistic revenge - he was fighting for robb too. For North and for Starks and for his KING. i never understood how he killed two children but thats not the concern really. It is how robb reacts to murder of two children by karstark which is so foolish and stupid and honestly cruel considering his revenge was not gonna succeed anyways when jaime had...already escaped (and no omg cat wasn't responsible for karstark betrayal). And then Robb says, "
"I owe their fathers truth," said Robb. "And justice. I owe them that as well." He gazed at his crown, the dark gleam of bronze, the circle of iron swords. "Lord Rickard defied me. Betrayed me. I have no choice but to condemn him.
He made up his mind anyways to execute karstark not for betrayal but also for justice. Poetic Justice maybe...but the entire scene of rickard karstarks execution is very hauntingly beautiful however uneasy and eerie, and you see robb from Cats POV doing something from his own hands himself. The imagery and environmental gloom is perfect. Even weather grrm wrote like, was hauntingly unsettling.
Lord Rickard's fought at my side in half a dozen battles. His sons died for me in the Whispering Wood. Tion Frey and Willem Lannister were my enemies. Yet now I have to kill my dead friends' father for their sakes." He looked at them all. "Will the Lannisters thank me for Lord Rickard's head? Will the Freys?"
He obviously knew, the death of karstark's liege lord will earn him worse betrayals and series of more unfortunate events,, yet he still in despair asks brynden and others, that freys and lannisters will obviously not thank him for this. Infact they repaid him worse.
How then can you call this vengeance? This was folly, and bloody murder. Your sons died honorably on a battlefield, with swords in their hands.”
I wanted to describe the scene which is so poetic. But the fact that there is constant thunder and rain can highlight the fact that it was or can be synonymous to misery and death and...robbs ultimate betrayal when karstarks leave in the night same day. Catelyn described the weather outside as,
"Outside the thunder crashed and boomed, so loud it sounded as if the castle were coming down about their ears. Is this the sound of a kingdom falling? Catelyn wondered"
In the next sentence u see, robb more mature and dauntless when he decides he will execute rickard, "Robb reached down with both hands, lifted the heavy bronze-and-iron crown, and set it back atop his head, and suddenly he was a king again. “Lord Rickard dies.”
(also makes me mention how ppl criticise dany too mostly from the got show, but in books why she kills people, i think....if u put yourself in those historical framework and mentality of medieval society with loyalties and devotion tied to each other whether based on federalism or personal love, betrayal and treachery or going behind a king or queens back doesn't...go unpunished. Treason never goes unpunished when we also think of jon snow executing janos and robb with karstark. You have to realise emotions of both people. the one who carries sentence and one who dies.)
Back to the scenic description i found in this chapter. Catelyn again talks about weather and i absolutely loved contrast bw the weather and grimness of it and an execution soon to be carried in godswood,
"When day broke, grey and chilly, the storm had diminished to a steady, soaking rain, yet even so the godswood was crowded. River lords and northmen, highborn and low, knights and sellswords and stableboys, they stood amongst the trees to see the end of the night’s dark dance."
"Robb flung the poleaxe down in disgust, and turned wordless to the heart tree. He stood shaking with his hands half-clenched and the rain running down his cheeks. Gods forgive him, Catelyn prayed in silence. He is only a boy, and he had no other choice"
I think the rain is perfect thing. the way it is pouring down and then previously it was mentioned how remaining men who took part in killing young boys of lannisters with karstark were hung from trees ...but their faces were darkened and washed and grrm mentions this a lot everytime he mentions a depressing scene with death and ppl hanging from trees esp when lady stoneheart or brothers without banners or brienne and pod encounter people hanged. Its also sooo haunting how karstark was executed in front of heart tree and godswood...by hands of Robb as well (similar to what ned said that man who passes sentence will swing the sword so he knows what he feels too and robb did it last moment too)
" That was the last she saw of her son that day "
This line by catelyn also describes horror of war and how young people like robb in this case are dragged into the lords game of thrones, sometimes half-heartedly sometimes intentionally she describes how war is affecting her son who is after all a boy.
".....rain continued all through the morning, lashing the surface of the rivers and turning the godswood grass into mud and puddles"
This weather is same as it was described and was on the day or eve of when Catelyn and robb along with edmure were making for the Twins and and something more horrific which was about to unfold there as well ( red wedding ) and on their way to twins the rain is mercilessly beating and falling too.
Last i wanna mention is day when robb and his men with Catelyn made for the Twins for wedding and weather was same miserable since last time it was when karstark was executed...which I was thinking DOES point to robbs failure and demise in the end as weather has a lot of impact on story and so does the ice and fire contrast that has always been made where winters and cold winds welcome the coming of darkness and enemy force in this case the Others, and fire reflects passion, warmth and hope for me in passages. prob why i love mention of dany and her dragons because they do represent an entirely different aura and hope against the dread that is building on the Wall and beyond it for coming of the actual-evil-forces the Others.
This is how perfectly the differences bw robbs victory in Whispering wood taken as sign of pride and hope is mentioned with --> emphasis on how warm the weather was, and now their travel to the Twins for red wedding as --> rain, mud, puddle, banks overflowing, their stark banners flooded and hanging down (another excellent indication for how house stark did have their back and strength broken after the wedding hence banner hanging low, or when arya later travels to twins and sees the banners on fire due to the massacre taking place...)
"..As the gods would have it, their route took them through the Whispering Wood where Robb had won his first great victory. They followed the course of the twisting stream on the floor of that pinched narrow valley, much as Jaime Lannister’s men had done that fateful night. It was warmer then, Catelyn remembered, the trees were still green, and the stream did not overflow its banks. Fallen leaves choked the flow now and lay in sodden snarls among the rocks and roots, and the trees that had once hidden Robb’s army had exchanged their green raiment for leaves of dull gold spotted with brown, and a red that reminded her of rust and dry blood"
#asoiaf#asoiaf meta#astormofagirl#a song of ice and fire#the weather contrast and ice and fire are perfect twins tbh#catelyn stark#catelyn tully#robb stark#house karstark#house stark#valyrianscrolls#grrm#asoiaf/got#asoiaf quotes#arya stark#ned stark#shit posts#meta#daenerys targaryen#english quotes#literature#books#fantasy
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Hello! Can I get MCU, The Hobbit, and The Man From U.N.C.L.E. ship? 💚
Appearance: She/her. 179,5cm tall, rectangle body shape. Fair skin complexion with quite a few birthmarks. Dyed brown with honey-red highlights, shoulder-length, straight hair with bangs. The left eye is a mix of two colors – a smaller portion of (darker) greyish-blue and a larger portion of hazel; while the right eye is just a (lighter) greyish-blue. Heptagon face shape with two dimples on the left cheek and one on the right cheek (only visible while smiling). A gap between the upper front teeth.
Personality (good and bad traits): Ever since I was a kid, I was always quite mature for my age – I identify myself as an old soul. I come off as polite and well-mannered to strangers, yet I tend to keep it to myself by being reserved. But, that’s because I have social anxiety and I’m nervous and shy when meeting/talking to people. The only people I’m comfortable with being with my inner circle – closest friends and family. I am usually more “open” with my friends than with my family. With my friends I can be my “truest-self” – I smile more, I laugh more, I feel more accepted and understood. I am the mom and the fashionista of the group. Don’t get me wrong, I am fiercely protective of my family, especially of my mother and younger sister. But, lately, I’ve been feeling like the “black sheep” of the family, Cinderella who’s been taken advantage of. I express my affection for the people I care about in little, but practical, ways. I can be a little stiff when it comes to open, gushy displays of affection. Others turn to me for help and advice. I’m kind-hearted and generous, always ready to help a person in need. Always have been motherly towards children. Very awkward at keeping small talk (usually with people that I’m not that close with). Absolutely, hate speaking in front of a public, and if I do, because of my nervousness, I tend to mess up my words and/or I practice whatever I’m about to say in my head at first. I appreciate the simplicity and am often most comfortable when I’m not getting too much attention from the world. I am sensitive – both to criticism and to others’ feelings (I sponge up the feelings and moods of people and the environment around me). Have a hard time saying no or expressing my true thoughts, feelings. I get influenced by other people’s opinions/thoughts quite hard (I take everything to the heart), that is why I tend to keep a lot to myself (may come off as a little bit tense, secretive, mysterious). I avoid the harsh reality by daydreaming (almost every day) – imagining myself in situations far from my current circumstances. Sort of like a self-escape. I worry a lot and overthink almost everything. I am easily distracted and my attention span can be quite short. I have an internal struggle between my needs and wants. I can lack focus and be indecisive as a result – when I decide on one route, I am pulled in another direction at the same time (“But what if…”, “on the other hand...”). That is why I’m having a bit of a struggle with deciding what I want to do in the future (career-wise). I am easily overwhelmed by pressure and stress. There is a self-destructive side to me (self-critical, lack of self-confidence) that I’m working on by confronting my fears (coming out of my shell). Don’t like taking pictures, or other people taking pictures of me. I feel most content when I’ve straightened out all the details of everyday life. I have a routine, that I follow by mostly every day, and if something small changes in that routine, I start to have a small internal anxiety attack. Also, I like to do things my own way, like, when it comes to cleaning the house or organizing stuff, etc. I get triggered even if people don’t do the laundry the way I do. I guess you could describe me as a perfectionist, clean/control freak. In triggering situations I can be impulsive, spontaneous, quick to act. Quick flare-ups of anger/annoyance when being provoked on my patience. Even when I’m feeling low, I manage to find humor in life and have fun with whatever I do have. Although I tend to bottle things up, I am an emotional person and my emotions are genuine – I love and care deeply and passionately and wish no ill will upon anyone, yet it hards for me to imagine someone falling in love with me or just liking me.
Hobbies, likes: My hobbies are cleaning, writing (re-writing song lyrics, making small notes, writing stories), listening to any type of music, catching up on my favorite films and TV shows, hanging out with friends, going to the cinema, or the club, being out in nature, reading, traveling. I like history, cooking, fashion magazines (or fashion in general), road trips, spirituality, mythology, books, orange juice, previous decades, cottage-core, dark academia.
Overall: Hufflepuff. INFP-T. Bi-sexual. Pisces-Aries cusp sign. “Looks like could kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll.” A feminist, support LGBTQ+ community. That’s it, thank you!
hey @pataim ! thanks so much for sending in your request, and thank you so much for your honesty about yourself. like it takes a lot to air yourself out like that, and I admire your strength for it. but also fINALLY a 'Man from U.N.C.L.E' ship! I love that movie and attempt Illya's accent all the time, so this will be fun :)
For the MCU/Marvel - I ship you with Steve Rogers/Captain America !
no one can tell me that Steve doesn’t have a set routine honestly, so let me just get that out there
he seems intimidating at first, esp as a public figure and Avenger, but Steve is nothing but passionate about what he does. so it may clash w your lack of direction, but I could honestly see him envying that a lil bit, like it’s not that you don’t have direction, it’s the fact that you still have a choice in the matter.
your love of history put you in a museum, here you bumped into Steve in a horrible disguise. he struck up the conversation first, and once you got past the whole “holy crap that’s Captain America”, you could actually engage with him in the material and boi was he smitten
he would love to join you when your rewatched your fave things, bc not only is he catching up on more media he missed out on, he’s also getting to know your interests in a way that’s comfortable with you. it avoids all the small talk, but leaves room for discussion after the film/show !
since you tend to sponge up a lot of what other people believe, it’s totally Steve who actually tries to question what you think and what you feel about things. he’s someone who encourages you to have your own opinions and to stay true to those thoughts. so while with him, you can rely on him to learn about yourself, you also gain skills for independence
overall, Steve is super patient, and despite his chaotic job as Cap, he takes comfort in his routine, and would find comfort incorporating a partner’s routine into his life. and as you grow in a relationship with him, he’s patient about teaching you how to be your own person, and helping you learn more about yourself. and while it’s uncomfortable, you grow stronger throughout being with him :)
For The Hobbit - I ship you with Bilbo Baggins !
Bilbo is the definition of introvert, and you're right there with him
not that introversion is ever a bad thing, bc it isn't. but Bilbo is quite content to sit in his little hobbit hole and vibe. like Gandalf had to come find him, ya know. dude disappeared from his own bday.
but anyways. it's not that Bilbo lacks purpose, it's just that he's more content with a quieter life. and it seems like his quiet life would balance you out well! like the Shire is so so chill, and there doesn't really seem to be a lot of pressure on the hobbits to pick a profession. like they just genuinely do what needs to get done.
similarly, Bilbo is the type who seems a little bothered by mushy displays of affection. exhibit a: disappearing from his own bday. like he's much more the type to refill your tea when y'all are reading by the fireplace, which he would totally do w you
it will probs take you a little while to warm up to each, given just how introverted you both are. but when he explains that he has set ways of doing things, then if they're compatible w your ways of doing things, then it doesn't take you long to open up to him
like it'll be a little jarring, but he takes comfort in his routines too. and it'll be an event trying to incorporate both of your ways of life together, but he's willing to do it
overall, yours is a very quaint partnership, built on deep respect for one another. neither of you are going to push the other to do things you aren't into. and y'all just live your best lives together tbh :)
For The Man From U.N.C.L.E - I ship you with Illya Kuryakin !
I love my big Russian spy so much, so this is fun for me
so Illya is the epitome of reserved and generally quiet, so it might take a while to really break down his walls and talk to him. and he's not quite sure what to do with you once you join the team
but, he's playing his game of chess alone, and when you sit down and ask to play with him, he opens up a little more after that
if you're one who get sent out on mission with the team, get ready, bc sometimes those missions require a lot of improvising. but you'd probably be at whatever 'base' was, helping run operations from a more secure place. but Illya and Napoleon improvise a lot, leading to a lot of headaches for you and Waverly
Illya has small bursts of anger, but similar to Gaby, most times, you can intervene and he doesn't get violent. or when he does, he tries to make sure it isn't in front of you. but bc you care so deeply for him, you're there for him in the aftermath. and that's how you show your love for him.
by patching him up if he gets cut, by talking him down when he's angry. and just generally trying to take care of him. and he totally does the same for you, especially if you get sent out into the field
and much to Illya's dismay, Solo doesn't refrain form making jokes about you. but if you can take them in stride, then Solo welcomes you into the team just as well :)
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Question: Yeolmaes hate baekhyun mostly because his stans are the ones sending most hate to chanyeol and baekhyun never said anything about it, instead he kinda validated their feelings by not showing up to the box premiere, avoiding mentioning him at all costs and straight up saying he doesnt like musical movies Understand that yeolmaes have to deal with hundreds of hate messages written in Korean everyday and they are at a breaking point considering most of them come from bbh’s own fans How is it possible to like chanyeol and baekhyun at the same time in a situation like this? Do you even take chanyeol feelings into consideration? No? Not even once? He has to deal with thousands of nasty comments coming from bbh fanbase while bbh comes on Twitter reminding them how cute they are and how much he loves them If you cbkists choose to ignore this and baekhyun is actually in a relationship with Pcy it just means that you all couldn’t give less of a shit about chanyeol as a person with feelings and are just a bunch of selfish pricks
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Anon...sighs you can't see something from one point of view only really, but it's okay i get you, ok so let us talk about this one by one:
1. You said: Yeolmaes hate baekhyun the most because his stans are the ones sending most hate to chanyeol and baekhyun never say anything about it
-When you perceive the assumption that baekhyun stans hate chanyeol the most, did u believe it right or did u question it, like why its baekhyun stans, if its true then since when they started hating chanyeol, and why do they hate chanyeol, does their reason make sense or its just stupid like how other bbhls who hate other exo members too (for example some bbhls hate jd bcs both are main vocalists and they think jd is stealing bh's spot as a vocalist)
-But at the same time, we cant find the exact number that would proof that bbhls are the ones who hate chanyeol the most, we only can see what twitter shows us, and it happened to me too that i see bbhls throw hate to chanyeol the most
-But at the same time too, I've been seeing yeolmaes who throw hate at baekhyun too since years ago without me knowing the reason why they do that, and I keep questioning it everytime why yeolmaes suddenly started hating baekhyun so bad, when did it start
-AND at the same time too, I've been seeing other exo member stans throwing hate to either baekhyun or chanyeol
-But my twitter algorithm is the same as you anon, it shows that bbhls hate chanyeol the most and yeolmaes hate baekhyun the most, so I do often make the assumption that bbhls and yeolmaes are always on each other's throat
-But yet again, I don't know who started hating the first time, is it bbhls, is it yeolmaes, and why they did that
-This knowledge is unknown to me so based on this, to me the most right way is to think that both sides are wrong because hating is always the worse way to deal with things, the fact that we know is chanyeol and baekhyun are good friends they are always there for each other, usually when ppl see im saying this they will say its fake and its fan service, but people can choose to not see what they dont wanna see, so the easiest proofs to prove that chanyeol and baekhyun are good friends is one chanyeol is the only member in exo that baekhyun wished happy birthday on his instagram, two both of them support each other for candy and 1 billion views by coming to the mv bts, three baekhyun and chanyeol go to vocal lessons together, four chanyeol had taken a photo with all of baekhyun's bucheon friends before so in that photo baekhyun, chanyeol, and baekhyun's bucheon friends (istg if people see these as fan service then it doesnt make sense right?)
Before we go to the next thing, I have this assumption that chanyeol and baekhyun are two members that have the highest popularity in sk, either they are the top 3 or top 4, and my reason is bcs everytime there are individual album/photobook covers sold offline, their individual covers sold out the fastest, everytime, even with nature republic stuffs, ok so there's this possibility that we keep seeing yeolmaes and bbhls on each other's throat everytime bcs well both of them are two of the most popular exo members in SK (i mean even in china, chanyeol and baekhyun are the most popular members with sehun, there's data for this)
2. You said: Baekhyun never say anything about this, he kinda "validated their feelings by not showing up to the box premiere and voiding mentioning him at all costs and straight up saying he doesnt like musical movies"
-First of all, let's look at a bigger picture, is there any idol in the k-industry like ANY IDOL that ever said to their fans "guys don't say that to my member" IS THERE. ANY.? what I know is: there is none, none at all zero zip nothing, and if there's at least one or two idols, then its just one or two idols right
-And thats it anon, thats just about it, idols dont have the absolute freedom of speech, they never do, and its hurting them all of them, all they can say is: "I love EXO, I miss EXO members the most, EXO is my home" and most solo stans who see that will just say "its bs" yet solo stans are also asking for proofs that the members relationship are fine
-None of these kpop idols ever say anything about hate speech from their fans that are thrown to their friends/bandmates, and this kind of thing happens in every fandom anon, not just chanyeol and baekhyun, it's just how korean entertainment industry is, idols never have the ultimate freedom to say or do anything
3. Not showing up to the box premiere, avoiding mentioning him, saying he doesnt like musical movies
-That not showing up to the box premiere really changed the way you think huh anon, yeah I think that event also changed many yeolmaes' perspectives sighs okay, not showing up to the box premiere is like a very open information we can easily see it from one tweet that didnt mention baekhyun name during that event
-BUT for other cases "avoid mentioning him" and "saying he doesnt like musical movies" is not a very open information, by this i mean u have to read alllll of the things baekhyun say, look at the trans for all of his vlives/shows/etc, read the whole trans for baekhyun's last vlive before he goes to the military, so u or other yeolmaes after that situation are either trying to "search for baekhyun's act or words that deny fans opinion about how they hate each other" bcs u still "have hope in baekhyun" or "search for baekhyun's act or words that support my perspective about how he hates chanyeol and never defend cy from bbhls"
-"Validate their feelings" how? once again, it's just what bbhls think, did baekhyun do and say all of that because well "his motive is to support bbhls that hate chanyeol" and who are you, who are we to say that, are we our bias? can we go inside their minds and goes aha! this is why they do this and that! well no. because once again thats the entertainment industry, the chances for idols to "explain" all of the bad situations esp when its about how their fans act, is very veryyy low, or like the chance is even minus
-We are just fans who watch them on cam, without knowing what's on their mind or what is everything they are going through behind the camera, we know nothing, all of our opinions are just perspective that our mind created that turned into assumptions, we could never know the truth because kpop industry prevents their artist from showing the truths that may "hurt" people, who actually deserve to be hurt, but those people are the "money makers" for the company, it's bad it's toxic it's awful that just bcs they have to "maintain the money makers" idols can never get that freedom
-Same goes with baekhyun, gdi we dont know him, we really really dont know him, his mind, his motives and reasons for his actions, who are we to judge him and call him selfish?
-But what we know is baekhyun helping to defend chanyeol when that fake rumor was spreading by tweeting the mosquito thing, what we know is baekhyun and chanyeol doing their choreo for DFTF together that was practiced since early 2021 until before they enlist, what we know is baekhyun saying chanyeol he's fine when fans asked on japanese fansign, what we know is them still doing vocal lessons together, going to vocal lesson tgt too on march after the box premiere (bcs chanyeol's hair was grey in the vlog) before they enlist, what we know is baekhyun loving and singing "tomorrow" tgt with chanyeol, so what we know is they keep spending time with each other as bandmates and friends
"do you ever take chanyeol's feeling into consideration, you all couldnt give less of a shit about chanyeol as person with feelings and are just a bunch of selfish pricks"
1. Baekhyun tweeting that mosquito tweet to defend chanyeol
-Responses>> People went: oh he's just defending himself, he's being selfish once again, he doesnt care about chanyeol
2. Baekhyun answering fans question about chanyeol's condition
-Responses>> No one translated this after few days OP has translated
Original post Jan 29: https://twitter.com/tomo_exo/status/1355177834185064451?s=20
First ever translation on FEB 13 (AND FROM A CBKIST): https://twitter.com/NTH_2705/status/1360626904756228096?s=20
Also this cbkist isnt always active translating, I know her, she's not on Twitter as much as other trans account and she doesnt understand japanese, so she actually found the post on weibo and translated it from chinese thats why it was translated 2 weeks after, but before her? does ANY account translate this? well no.
3. Baekhyun and Chanyeol doing choreo in DFTF tgt
-No BTS, no anything from SM, people who hate seeing them tgt can ignore easily, chanbaek stans can only watch the part over and over
4. Baekhyun and Chanyeol practicing their hitting the woah part in just usual mv
-Again no one commented about this, except chanbaek stans bcs this is easily ignored
5. Lesson With Baekhyun
-Responses>> yeolmaes went "chanyeol don't do this, chanyeol im not watching this, chanyeol what are you doing, i want chanyeol only, oh god why is chanyeol with him again, chanyeol is feeding chanbaekist, his fans (bbhls) gonna come at us again, fuck this im not watching" and bbhls went "the translation is wrong look theyre trying to sabotage bbh" and yeolmaes replied with "good for him haha, ya serves him right for being selfish"
and also "why is it always chanyeol who does this kind of thing and never baekhyun? oh right because hes selfish hes sm golden boy he never gonna do this bcs his channel is own by SM" "look he promoted kyoongtube even in the nng" "look SM posted kyoongtube but not NNG u can see whos the mistreated one him"
All of those 5 things I mentioned, even tho some are small things....they got mostly negative responses from yeolmaes and bbhls who are not cbkist dont they? The things that prove chanyeol and baekhyun are always there for each other and they are bandmates, true friends, nothing change between them
And yet, what did bbhls and yeolmaes do? Throw negative shits and comments to those things, esp Lesson With Baekhyun, and until now still hate Baekhyun... when Lesson With Baekhyun, is a vlog recorded by Chanyeol alone, he taped his phone in the car, he added Candy MV BTS with Baekhyun calling him "chanyeol ah" and baekhyun smiling while holding the food, a vlog where he praised baekhyun's vocals, prepared playlist for him, sing tomorrow together with him, laughing during their vocal lesson, and just...doing things tgt
And yet people still call it a fanservice? feeding chanbaekist? baekhyun is still selfish? when chanyeol worked hard preparing that vlog, providing it for us, baekhyun and chanyeol practicing their part tgt for DFTF, baekhyun tweeting the mosquito tweet
When Chanyeol and Baekhyun have done so many things together, after the fake rumor, after the box premiere, proving they are still good friends... so do you even take chanyeol's feelings into consideration? oh wait not just feelings, his efforts, his time, him uploading to NNG about him hanging out with Baekhyun, have you ever take that to consideration? or just ignore all those facts because "whatever i still hate baekhyun"
So two options:
1. Hating and keep hating and telling others selfish because yall hate the fact that baekhyun never do this and that, that yall wanted him to do, but actually we don't know the reason why, we just don't know anything at all, accept assumptions that "baekhyun validated fans feeling" and thats according to you, your mind, your perspective, oh wait... it's all about you?
2. Know and accept and support and love, chanyeol and baekhyun's friendship, because thats what we know, thats what themselves say to us, thats what themselves been doing, accepting the fact that "chanyeol and baekhyun are good friends" and know we are not in the position to turn the friendship into bad relationship bcs what? bcs it comes from chanyeol and baekhyun themselves, not yeolmaes, not bbhls, not even exols, and so be a fan that know chanyeol and baekhyun have good relationship, keep reporting bbhls who said bad things about cy and vice versa, bcs what? we never want chanyeol to see that after lesson with baekhyun, apparently his "fans" still think baekhyun, his best friend and bandmate, is still a selfish person who doesnt care about chanyeol, so chanyeol is happy that we know and appreciate his relationship with baekhyun, with exo members because we care about chanyeol's feelings, because we trust his actions, his words, and we love everything he does, and also we love everyone around chanyeol that he loves
So choose... and last thing, are social media and on cam interactions, are enough to "measure" a group of people's relationships, so if your best friend never post any picture of you on their instagram and never tell stories about you to other people who well, actually are also strangers, living thousand miles away from you and your best friend, then it's okay for those strangers to say that your best friend hates you? avoiding to be affiliated with you? a selfish person? Have people ever think that it's tiring that just because you're a celebrity, you have to show everything, including minds, feelings, emotions, actions, personal reasons, to your fans? For them to be validated? And for them to turn into facts? Well, at least for me, the things I don't know then I don't know, I don't have the right to judge, and the things I know, especially positive things, that came from my own idols, that's what I'm holding on, that's what I support. *extra note: exo members always call us as EXO-Ls, not bbhls, not yeolmaes, not anyone, but EXO-Ls, so when they say they love us, "loved ones" are those who say themselves are EXO-Ls, who loves EXO as 9 members, because that's the fact
Have a good day anon, stay safe and healthy, God bless you, spread love and not hate
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Heartbeat On Air: Chapter 18
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They were starting to take her seriously at last. Months of the place under her ownership, and the management was doing more than looping her emails on meetings. She’d fired a few people, which established to everyone that Diana Ladris was not messing around. It may have been mere months since she’d been in high school, but Diana could run a business.
When she had a suggestion, they started listening. One of the lawyers—Albert—had taken her under his wing, in a way. While Diana suspected he was befriending her for more political reasons, his advice was solid. Having an ally by her side also gained Diana a bit of respect. No one referred to her as Caine’s girlfriend, like in her first months as owner.
Speaking of which, she needed to fire Caine. She just…wasn’t very good at it. Diana told herself she was going to muster up the courage and do it, but every time she approached him, she stopped. She couldn’t bring herself to do it, even as her secretary complained about his harassment.
It was, well, she was used to having him around. Caine played a consistent role in her life—person to avoid, abusive ex. And he’d gotten this job with her, and…his threat to Astrid still hung in the back of her mind. What would happen if she fired him?
Logically, he’d be less of a threat, since he would no longer know her schedule or be in the same place as her often. Eventually, he would probably move on. Maybe she could even get him reassigned to a station across the country and never have to see his textbook charming face again.
Or he could want revenge for her taking away his job. He could go after her. If Sam was anything to go by, Caine hurt the people closest to him most. She’d seen him turn against Penny, Drake, Britney even. If he was a normal person, he would fuck off into the darkness forever after she fired him, but Caine was anything but normal.
Diana got around to thinking about it one day during her lunch break. She needed some motivation to fire him, obviously, because he wasn’t just her problem. Everyone who wasn’t a cis straight uber-priviledged guy that walked through the doors of the station got the same creepo treatment from Caine. Because sexism just wasn’t enough for Caine. He had to be a million other -isms and -phobics just to make everyone miserable.
Well, if I wanted to get back together with Astrid, Diana thought, I’d have to fire Caine to keep him away.
She stopped eating her salad for a second. True, Diana was really hating life without Astrid, especially because their breakup was due to Caine. And she’d like to get rid of Caine once and for all. Killing two birds with one stone couldn’t be bad…right?
And who the hell did Caine think he was, trying to keep her and Astrid apart? He only had as much power as she gave him, right? She had the money to hire security for her building, and to get a restraining order. She even had the lawyer at her side to go after him in court, if need be. The texts he had sent her over the months they’d dated, and the ones after were proof enough.
Power was a tricky, slippery thing, and Caine couldn’t be the one hoarding hers. Diana held the power over her own fate, her own life. Not her ex-boyfriend.
***
Sam couldn’t remember when he’d gotten Diana’s number, it was probably back when they’d planned the double date. Nevertheless, he hated seeing Astrid sad more than he was embarrassed about texting her ex.
Hey I know it’s kind of none of my business but what happened with you and Astrid?
Diana’s typing bubble popped up immediately, sending a jolt of anxiety through Sam. He watched it intently until Diana’s message popped up.
I broke up with her but I didn’t want to. My ex made a lot of threats when it came to me dating someone new, esp a girl
U know who i’m talking about
He did, and now Sam was even more pissed at his brother.
Yeah.
Are you going to do anything about him?
Maybe. I’m thinking about it.
I really miss her
***
“Hello lovely listeners, and welcome back to 104.5. Today, we’re bringing you a brand new—”Click
Astrid really needed to delete the station off her radio. Hearing Diana’s voice like that, like it was still senior year and she was riding home with Sam, was a shot to the heart every time. She was getting better, but still not there yet. The radio station was the only thing that made her eyes well up with tears.
It was better than crying at everything even vaguely Diana-related. Thank goodness she was past that stage of breakup. Now there was just school, sleep, and food. Back on the ol’ college student grind, except Astrid refused to party, saying it wasn’t worth losing sleep to drink cheap alcohol and kiss random strangers. And she didn’t want to kiss anyone but Diana anyways.
Brianna made pretty good company too. She was smart, had skipped a grade in elementary, and was still seventeen. In between track meets, her and Astrid helped each other with their homework and watched TV together. Since Astrid couldn’t see Sam or her old friends all that often, Brianna kept her company.
She parked at the takeout place and quickly reset the radio. There, now the tears in her eyes wouldn’t make her crash when she was driving. Opening her phone to check the time, Astrid saw a message she would never have expected.
The notification read: From:Diana
Hey wanna meet up and talk sometime. I miss you
Astrid’s fingers trembled as she typed out a reply.
Sure. I miss you too. Let me know when you’re available.
Turning off her phone, Astrid entered the restaurant to get her food. It had been at least a month…why was Diana contacting her now? Against her better judgement, Astrid’s spirits rose at the possibilities.
***
Thank goodness it was spring break. Astrid sat next to Sam in the passenger seat of his crappy old van, a slightly disgruntled Quinn in the backseat. She covertly checked her phone, looking for a message from Diana.
I’m off today so if you’re anywhere near Perdido lmk
“So, you guys are taking me to surf because…?” Astrid asked, trailing off. “You know that I like, do not do sports. On principle, actually.” She kept an eye on her phone, awaiting Diana’s next message.
“On the principle of being lame?” Quinn teased from the backseat. He had been forced to take the back after Sam insisted that he wanted to talk to Astrid while they were driving, since it had been forever (a few weeks) since they had a proper conversation.
“Quinn,” Sam said, gently chastising his boyfriend with a small eye roll. He tilted his head towards Astrid, still watching the road. “I thought you might like some company after spending months cooped up at Berkeley with no one but your track star roommate. Also, I want to go surfing and you happen to be in town.”
“Ok, but I am not going to be fun company when you guys are surfing. I know how to swim, but not that well,” Astrid said, shaking her head. “Are you absolutely sure you want to have a complete newbie surfer around?” She was being a pest, yes, but this way they wouldn’t suspect who she was texting. While Astrid loved Sam and Quinn to death, she didn’t think they would handle that news well.
Astrid watched Quinn sigh in the backseat. “Yes. Considering that you were texting the group chat 24/7 with ‘help save me from my friends from highschool’ and ‘oh no my family wants to spend time with me,’ we thought you might want a change of scenery. Just…go with the flow and you’ll be fine. We won’t abandon you out there,” he said, yawning. “Are we there yet?”
“We’ll get there when we get there,” Sam said, turning on the radio to tune out his boyfriend’s groans. Astrid winced as the radio turned on, some part of her expecting to hear Diana again, but it was just a normal station. Nothing to panic over, and Diana wasn’t even there today. It was silly, but Astrid worried she would flat-out burst into tears if she heard Diana’s voice, and nothing would ruin her day like that.
With minimal groaning from Quinn, they arrived at the beach. It was a ways away from where they used to go, but the waves were supposed to be better, and despite Quinn’s complaining, it wasn’t that long of a drive. He was just, well, desperate to go surfing. It was a 45 minute drive, give or take
Texting Diana to let her know that she wouldn’t be able to respond for a while because surfing, Astrid climbed out of the car. She looked out at the beach and their van piled with surfing equipment. Maybe surfing wouldn’t be an awful distraction from Diana.
It took some effort to figure out the wetsuit, but before long they were in the waves, trying to teach Astrid to surf. The key word here for everyone involved was trying, but they had fun anyways.
***
Thank god for days off. As part of Diana’s elaborate scheme to get rid of Caine and get back her girlfriend, she was acting as quickly as possible. So Diana was in her car, speeding towards the small cafe where Astrid said she was. The speech she had planned ran through Diana’s mind. She had to tell Astrid that she’d made a mistake, and hope that they could be together again.
Astrid’s last texts had been cryptic. She’d texted the address of the place they were at, and told Diana she was with Sam and Quinn on a surfing adventure. Diana figured Sam and Quinn wouldn’t mind her being around, although maybe they would. She scanned the side of the highway for the right exit.
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