#yeah i had to take a screenshot and share it when i saw that
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of those wild nights
warnings: smut, sex on the phone, mutual masturbation, praises, pet names, alex being dom-ish, established relationship
note: this is a rewritten version of ‘phone sex’
smut under the cut // mdni.
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you already knew you would’ve missed your boyfriend deeply, aftercoming back from work you would sit on the couch and watch the thousand pictures you've saved on your phone.
after dinner, you went to bed, not feeling like doing anything else, except sleep.
you laid down your shared bed and put your phone in charge, ready to turn off the light on your nightstand.
you phone buzzed though so picked it up, thinking of what could call you at this time. it was midnight, you finished work very late and so you ate later than usual.
seeing your boyfriend’s name on the screen, made you smile and certainly feel better. you were surprised to see a video call, knowing that he wasn’t that good with technology.
you accepted the call and finally you saw his tired but beautiful face.
“hello, honey” he murmured softly, you could notice he was already in his hotel room.
“hi handsome” you chuckled softly, looking at him through the screen, rubbing his eye like a tired kid.
“how was the gig?” you would ask, while finding a comfortable position on the bed.
“it was good — jamie messed up a few times, but it’s been great.” he smiled to you gently, you could feel a sense of warmth and comfort in your body, you always feel like that when you’re with him.
“i miss you.” you admitted softly, analyzing his face, he had few wrinkles, a light touch of beard was popping up, and you didn’t mind at all because he was very sexy.
“i miss you too, love. but it’s just few weeks and i’ll be with you for christmas holidays” he said his deep voice calmed you.
the two of you used to lay down the bed, maybe you sitting on his lap or just between his arms and him reading you a book.
“alright.” you nodded, still looking at him, occasionally screenshotting his face, so that you could have few other photos to add to an album on your phone.
after a moment of silence, he talked, his voice a little deeper, his breath shorter.
“love, would you do something for me please?” he asked, shifting on the bed.
you nodded, curiously.
“what is it, al?” you murmured, with your gentle smile and soft voice.
“i want you to touch yourself for me, yeah? would you do it, pretty girl?” he smiled, a light blush spreader on his cheeks.
you were all flushed, as you nodded for him.
“yes? good girl. always eager to please me.” he chuckled softly, knowing that you would actually do anything for him.
you two always talked about what to do in terms of your sexual life before actually doing it.
in fact, before the tour, the two of you discussed a lot about this in particular and you agreed to have phone sex while he was away.
you position your phone in front of you, stripping out the white babydoll he gifted you for your birthday, smiling shyly.
he groaned as he looked at you to the screen, your nipples pecking out erected, his desire was to touch them, suck them properly and make you cum only by stimulating you.
“fuck, aren’t you so pretty doll?” he let out a soft sigh, taking his length in his hand, wishing it was you touching them with your soft and delicate hands.
in his mind was printed the last time he has seen you, he fucked you so hard that you couldn’t even walk.
but now there you were, with a shy smile on your face, laying down the bed.
“why don’t you start with touching that pretty and puffy clit of yours, uh?” he talked.
he was so good at dirty talking and sometimes you think of how he couldn’t get all flustered by it.
you let out a shaky breath, nodding as your manicured hand traveled down your body, occasionally touching your breast, finally reaching your needy clit.
you started circling your fingers on it, pressing slightly, and finally letting out a soft moan.
“such a good girl.” he praised, “c’mon let me see your pretty cunt.” he asked, so you moved a pillow in front of you and rested on it the phone, spreading more your legs so that he could see.
you ran your finger between your folds feeling actually how wet you were just by hearing his voice.
“so wet, i bet i could push my cock in without any preparation.” he groaned quietly, his hand quicker on his dick.
“alex” you tasted his name on your lips, it let out a little cry, you needed him so deeply.
your fingers shoving in and out your cunt.
“i know, doll, i know” he soothed you, “once i’ll come back, i’ll fuck you so hard that you won’t even remember your name, yeah darling?” he mumbled softly.
his voice was quiet and his breath more intense and deeply, he was near his climax.
your two fingers went quickly in and out, but it wasn’t the same as he was with him.
you continued to moan quietly, biting your lip, holding them back.
“i need you al” you would have sighed, as you felt your climax approaching.
“i— fuck. i need you so much.” you moaned, finally reaching your highest.
as he heard your words, he would have groaned, his fist gooey by his sticky cum.
“such a good girl.” he praised you, looking at the beautiful sight of you, your chest slightly covered in sweat, your nipples still erect because of the excitement and the cold air.
“i love you al” you murmured softly, taking the phone with the clean hand, looking at him with a soft and tired smile.
“love you too, pretty girl” he sighed softly, smiling gently at you.
“now go and clean yourself, and then get a nice sleep, alright?” he demanded with his firm but still gentle voice.
“yes sir” you teased, chuckling, and reaching for the babydoll to wear again.
“love you a lot.” you blew him a kiss. he caught it and smashed it on his lips.
you two said goodnight to each other, and then hung out the call.
few minutes later, you would have been asleep on his side of the bed, hugging his pillow while smelling his scent.
#alex turner#alex turner smut#alex turner blurb#alex turner one shot#alex turner x reader#alex turner fanfic#alex turner imagine#alex turner x you#alex turner fluff#alex turner fanfiction
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Hi!
Have you seen Georgia's insta story? She's filming david and one of the kids called her a creep
https://instagram.com/stories/georgiatennantofficial/3212913988487468030?utm_source=ig_story_item_share&igshid=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==
The only purpose of the video is just showing that even the kids think that her filming david all the time is weird
Like, yeah all of it is probs a joke but it rubs me the wrong way🤔
What's your opinion? Your blog is the 1st place i go to when i see news abt DT, GO or MS
(Grouping together since these are related.)
Hi there! Oh, I hadn't seen Georgia's Insta story until I saw your Ask, so thank you for bringing it to my attention.
A little backstory, for those who haven't seen it: Today was David's panel at NYCC, and he started to tell an anecdote about being given a pair of shoes for Christmas when members of the audience began shouting out telling him to tie his (very pink) shoes that were untied on stage. David actually tied the shoes, and the video of the moment was posted by NYCC on Twitter. An hour or so later, Georgia jumped in with a response and at the same time, posted this story on Insta (and the photo in Georgia's tweet appears to be from the same day that the video was taken):
For my part, I was under the impression that this was not a recent video, so to your question @phantomstars24, I don't think she is actually at NYCC with David. Rather, it looks like Georgia was searching for David's name on Twitter (again) and found a place to jump in with the screenshot and video.
In giving my opinion on this, I have to reference Georgia's Insta story from last month at the festival she and David attended, where she recorded him while he was walking and eating his ice cream:
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Here, we see David take notice of the fact that Georgia is recording, after wondering why she was walking so slowly. He turns away for a moment, then looks back at her and says, "It's never gonna stop," and his voice is uncharacteristically...terse. He doesn't smile, or laugh, or give any indication that he is kidding (that I picked up on, at least). David's energy and the video as a whole just seemed off, but like many of Georgia's posts, it was written off as a joke.
The voice we heard of one of Georgia's children in today's video reminded me of that. Leaving aside the fact that this child actually flat-out called Georgia a "creep" (for which I'm also hard-pressed to find some alternate/jokey meaning) for recording David, the theme in both of these videos is Georgia constantly recording David for the sake of having content. And as we saw with today's Insta story, her then saving that content to use at a later date. I know the people who hate-read my blog will insist that Georgia gets permission from David before posting anything on social media and that he's fine with it, but it is really hard to think that he seems fine in the video from the festival. And how okay would any of us be if our partner constantly took video of us not to make cute memories, but so they can use it to prove a point later on?
As I've said before, all we get is this little slice of their lives that Georgia shares on social media. But increasingly, those little slices are starting to look like moments that might have been better left unrecorded/not posted to social media. To hear Georgia's own child call her out like that was jarring, but it also made me wonder how much they do see/what they think of what they are seeing. Even now it says something that they're already aware of her social media use and the lengths she is going to for content. (For that matter, I wonder what they will think in the future, such as if/when Birdie sees Georgia's Insta post calling her a "drunken accident"...)
Again, this could easily all be chalked up to me just missing whatever the joke/dry humor is here, but these were the impressions I had from seeing Georgia's content today. Happy as always to hear what others think, however, so feel free to chime in on this post...
#electronic-chocolate#phantomstars24#david tennant#soft scottish hipster gigolo#georgia tennant#it is puzzling to me that everything with her gets written off as a joke#because at some point there are things that stop being funny#but it seems increasingly difficult to tell where that point is#i know if it were i would find it unsettling to be with someone who is constantly storing things away to use as 'ammunition'#but i will leave it to my followers to make up their own minds#thoughts#nycc 2023#discourse
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Can you write one where Harry accidentally posts a photo of y/n on his story. But she hasn’t noticed yet and when he comes home he just keeps apologizing but she doesn’t really mind.
Okay…you didn’t say harry and bel but that’s where my brain went through. So here’s a little something. roughly 1kish 💜
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Harry thought social media was a nice way to connect with fans, but he mostly used it to post on his stories to show his friends new documentaries he was watching, his favorite wine, and new songs his girlfriend was always showing him. It was his own private world that only his close friends could see.
His girlfriend was busy at work today working on a photo shoot with a friend’s new lipstick line and needed Bel to be a test subject, and she was more than happy to help. Harry was sitting in the studio listening to everyone’s thoughts on their new song when he heard his phone ring. Harry can’t help the smile that takes over his face when he sees Bel’s contact name.
Bel: what do you think?
He stares at the attached photo of you posed in front of the mirror, a seductive look on your face, and he knows that look well. Fuck. He wants to be there with you giving you everything you could ever dream of.
Harry: You’re the most beautiful person in the world. I’ve convinced you’re an angel. 😭😘 xx
Harry: How’d I get so lucky xx
Bel: stopppp 🙈 xx
Bel: love you, mi vida. will see you when you get home xx
Home.
You loved his house.
You saw it as home. He’s been wanting you to move in for ages, but you always were hesitant. Now slowly, he’s noticed you bring more items over, you’ve made less effort to spend equal time in both your homes and, instead, happily stay in his large house that has begun to feel even more of a home with you around.
Harry was so lost in his head, staring at the photo you sent, that he decided to share it with his friends. He did it often, sharing pictures of you both or you alone happily showing you off. He was always careful to add it to his private story. Harry captioned it: pretty girl. He added a yellow sticker of the sun that read, “you are my sunshine” as Harry was adding it to his story Tom called for him. He locked his phone and focused on Tom and Mitch, who had been trying to get his attention for the last few minutes.
“Sorry, I’m all yours now.” He promises.
Mitch laughs, “oh wait until I tell Bel that,” he teased.
Harry playfully shoved him, telling Mitch to play the track again.
They got to work for ten minutes when all their phones started ringing simultaneously. Harry reached for his and was flooded with messages and calls. Mainly from Jeff and Viola.
Shit.
This could not be good.
“H, you posted on your story,” Mitch tells him.
Harry is too focused on calling back Jeff to focus on what Mitch is saying. “Yeah, earlier.”
“Jeff, what’s going on?”
Jeff laughs, “H you posted Bel on your Instagram.”
Harry rolls his eyes, “what else is new?”
“No, Harry. You’re not hearing me,” Jeff explains. “You posted her on your story for your 48 million followers on Instagram.”
Harry gasps, “fuck.”
He quickly hangs up on Jeff and opens Instagram, and around his name is a pink circle and not the usual green. Oh, he’s the worst. The world knew they were dating, but you sent him the photo privately, and he shared it for the world to see. He deleted the story but knew there was no point because there must be thousands of screenshots.
“I-I need to go home. Fuck.” He runs a hand through his hair, not knowing what your reaction will be. “I need to apologize. Bel was on her way home.”
Mitch gives him a pat on the back, “it’s Bel chances are she brushes it off like nothing.”
Harry doesn’t want to risk any chances and rushes out of the studio. He tries calling you, but it goes straight to voicemail. “Come on, Bel.” He gets home in twenty minutes and is relieved when he spots your car in front. He hurries inside, throwing the door open, not bothering to slip off his shoes. Something you will chastise him for later. You’re caught by surprise by the door opening and Harry rushing in that you drop your book, and you know you’ll have trouble finding the page later.
“Harry?” He hurries over to your side, worry etched all over his face. “Amor ¿qué pasa?”
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He kneels in front of you and holds your hand tight. “I didn’t mean to. I’ll do anything for you to forgive me.”
You sit there, getting more confused by the minute. “H, what are you apologizing for?”
Harry is so lost in his own head and repeating his apology that he doesn’t seem to hear a word you’re saying.
“Harry!” You raise your voice, and it’s enough to snap him out of the panic he’s put himself in. You soften, “baby, tell me what happened?”
Harry takes a deep breath, rubbing, bringing them close to his chest, needing it for comfort. You would do anything to see his dimpled smile.
“I posted you on Instagram,” he shares, dejected. “On my public. Not the private one.” His voice sounds defeated, and you hate that something as a photo of you sent him into a panic.
It breaks your heart, seeming him upset. You know it was an accident. Of course, you do.
“H, want you to listen to me, okay?” Harry nods, keeping his emerald eyes focused on you. “I’m not mad or upset,” you assure him.
“You’re not?”
You shake your head, “H, I saw it the minute you posted. I get your notifications. Sent you a text to check, but you didn't reply, so I assume you knew, and I let it be.”
Harry tilts his head, looking like a confused puppy. “You knew?”
You let out a small laugh, “I did.”
“Why didn’t you answer my call?” You know he must have been referring to a few minutes ago on his way home.
“Left it charging upstairs,” you apologize.
Harry sighs, letting his head drop into your lap. You run your hand through his hair and let him take however long he needs to let this all go. Although, you have the perfect idea to help him forget the incident.
“I love you, Bel.”
You repeat the sentiment, happy to have him home.
“Do you want to make it up to me?”
“Thought you weren’t upset,” he mutters.
You giggle, “no, I mean for scaring me for the way you barged inside.”
Harry raises his head, an eyebrow raised, and waits for you to go on. “See, I happen to like this position we’re in. Except, it’d work better if I had less clothing on.” A smile spreads on Harry’s face, and you know this moment will be one you laugh about on a later date, but for now, this is the perfect distraction.
“I am so lucky to have you in my life, Bel.” He whispers as he helps remove your joggers.
You feel the same way.
#harry styles#harry styles x reader#harry styles blurb#harry styles fanfic#harry styles love on tour#love on tour series#harry styles fic rec#harry fic rec#harry styles angst#harry styles fluff
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With the Snap of a Picture
Synopsis: MC finds out the ones they hold dearest have taken advantage of their trust.
Warnings/tags: Angst, slight noncon (pictures taken/shared without consent), slightly suggestive, not a happy ending
Characters: Mammon, MC, demon brothers mentioned
this is my first (finished) fic lol
You sat on the couch in Mammon's room, hand playing mindlessly in his hair. The demon himself sat on the floor between your legs playing on his D.D.D.
The sound notification for a text message rang out. You hadn't meant to look- truly- but your eyes naturally glanced to the source of the disturbance. Mammon opened the text and closed out of the app just as quickly, but you knew what you saw.
"Mammon?" Your voice was cold, emotionless. Your hand rested still on the top of his head.
"Y-yeah?"
"Open that chat for me." It wasn't a command, but Mammon complied nonetheless. You stretched your arm beside him palm up, beckoning him to place the phone in your hand.
He sat in ashamed silence as you scrolled through the group chat amongst him and his brothers. For minutes on end you scrolled through the logs, normal conversations littered amongst compromising pictures of yourself. Pantyshots, pictures of your ass as you bent down to grab something or leaned across a table, multiple of you asleep in someone's lap with your shirt unbuttoned farther down than you would ever normally wear it- they didn't seem to end.
Mammon could feel your rage growing by the second. The camera shuttering of screenshots broke him from his taciturn state. "Hey, it's not what it looks like, we were-"
"What it looks like, is that you and your brothers have been taking advantage of the trust I've placed in you to perve on me."
He went to stand, to face you or to run away, you did not know. You didn't really care, either.
"Stay."
The shock of the command forced him down and he let out a small "oof."
"Tell me. Who else has seen these. Who else has been involved," your tone remained unchanged, cold, calculating, emotionless.
Mammon had no choice to obey this command and began speaking before he could put the words together in his mind.
"I've sold a few, digital and print. I know Levi has some edited on one of his freak anime forums. Lucifer'll get a lil 'showoff-y' with 'em when he's plastered. Belphie definitely keeps records of some of your dreams. I don't- I dunno if the rest do anythin' with 'em outside a that. C'mon, MC, it's not that bad, just hear me out-" his rambling gets faster towards the end before you cut him off again.
"Ah." It comes out as a whisper, all the assertiveness of earlier drained from you. You maneuver your legs behind Mammon and stand from the couch, walking for the door.
"Hey, couldja at least lift the command b'fore ya walk away?!" Mammon shouted after you.
You paused in the doorway and turned to look at him. "Fine," you replied, and slammed the door shut.
Mammon could feel the heavy weight keeping him in place lift. Control returned to his limbs and he breathed out a sigh of relief. Not a moment later, he felt the block you placed on your pact bond; it was like a knot tied into the string of fate that bound the two of you together, halting the vibrations from reaching the other end.
#obey me fic#obey me mammon#om mammon#reader insert#obey me reader insert#obey me mc#obey me angst#god i hope im doing tagging right and not being obnoxious lmao#not proofread#here we goooo im terrified of posting this
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I support all of his wrongs (he’s never done a right in his entire life)
obligatory fic snippet time, find the rest in my pinned post
the kestrels will absolutely believe scar when he tells them he isn’t haunted. why would he lie.
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“I guess I don’t have a choice then,” Scar frowned, risking a glance back. He was expecting the ghosts to be there, but not directly behind him, hanging over his head. Scar couldn’t stifle his own startled gasp, turning stiffly back around. Hopefully no one saw that. Based on the way everyone was staring, they absolutely did. Oh boy.
“Alright!” Sausage clapped, drawing the room’s attention back to him, “If you haven’t already guessed Scar, this is about your.. hm.. Let’s say your attitude when the topic of the paranormal surfaces. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we- especially after recent events- are concerned. Don’t you think that’s fair?”
Yeesh. This was going to be a shit show. “Okay, yeah, I understand where you guys are coming from. I know weird stuff happens around me a lot, and I know everyone likes to joke around, but you’re looking too deep into things. That’s all.”
“Well, we don’t feel that way.”
“Blunt.”
“You need to hear it, Scar, so take this seriously. And we want to help you if we can, so just give this a chance. I’m going to start, and we can all go in a circle and share times where we feel that your, or our lives have been endangered. I’ll go first! I will not lie, I did not appreciate you pulling your sword on me when I tried to take the ouija board away. Clearly, at least to me, whatever happened with the screaming event was connected, and I’m honestly quite concerned you want to keep something that dangerous around.”
“Alright, that wasn’t my best moment, and I am sorry, but I don’t think you have any right to touch my stuff.” Scar was ready to start tearing out his hair. Grian seemed awfully bold today, floating forward to laugh in his face. Pearl joined him, flicking her fingers in Scar’s face to try and get him to flinch. His frown only deepened.
“Me next?” Kyle pointed to himself, and began on Sausage’s nod, “Well, the big thing is the first ouija board incident. That was crazy. Those scratches weren’t deep, but I think they’re going to scar. But it isn’t even just that- it’s also how freaked out you were about it, before and after. You knew! And I don’t blame you for the fact that it happened, you warned me and I didn’t listen, but if you really don’t believe in anything paranormal, what’s with the edginess?”
Scar opened his mouth to respond, but was distracted by Impulse floating across the circle, using some unknown momentum to do little flips in the air. Scar closed his eyes. “No comment.”
“Okay, well my turn!” Oli started, puffing out his chest, “Now I know you tell me whenever you see me to mind the noise, or don’t think too hard about, or whatever, but gosh Scar, you are so loud in that room of yours! And I get it, everyone talks to themself from time to time, so I wouldn’t have said anything if I hadn’t heard who you were talking to! I mean, you even call them by names! The night you had your, for lack of a better word, seizure, you were talking to a Grian! And then there was another night where you were talking to someone else!
screenshot in doodle page is a direct continuation, the rest of it needs more context so it’s not here
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#hermitshipping#redscape#hermitcraft#pirates smp#grian#gtws#goodtimeswithscar#boatem#boatemghostsau#impulsesv#pearlescentmoon#mumbo jumbo#I’m not tagging all the kestrels just imagine they’re here
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Holaa, perdón por no mandarla antes pero andaba ocupada con tareas. Bueno mi idea era que el lector se enferma cuando Quackity esta de viaje en México y se lo intenta ocultar, tipo cuando el la llama ella pretende andar bien cuando no, solo para no preocuparlo pero al final el se entera.
me encanta la idea! gracias por el request!!
prompt: alex finds out that you’re sick while he’s in mexico
lovey dovey, sweet alex bf, you’re feeling sickly, fluff
no warnings, all fluff!!!
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it was christmas time. the weather was very cold and it made you feel even more alone. your boyfriend alex was in mexico for the holidays. you were home alone, left to deal with a terrible cold.
it was the second week since alex left and you woke up in a cold sweat. your head was spinning and you felt the worst you’ve ever felt. you grab the thermometer on your bedside table and stick it in your mouth. as you wait for the beep, your body starts shaking and you realize you definitely aren’t okay.
“103.6…. wow, that’s too high” you whisper to yourself
at that same moment, your phone was ringing and you saw it was alex facetiming you. you quickly flatten your messy hair and wipe your sweaty face before answering.
“hi my love… how are you?”
you smile at his voice and respond in a slightly raspy manner,
“hi alex… im fine, i just miss you a lot”
“y/n are you sure you’re okay? you sound like you’re sick.. do i need to come home early? i hate that you’re alone and you seem super sick or—”
“no! um… no im fine! i just woke up so it’s probably why my voice is so raspy. don’t ruin your holiday for me, please? i know how much you love to be in mexico with your family for christmas and new years… i just want you to have fun okay?”
after a few silent moments he finally responds,
“yeah… okay y/n. but i swear to god you better not be lying to me about being sick or i swear…”
“you’ll what? fly back this very instant? haha, very funny” you tease
“oh just you wait chiquita, you won’t be laughing when im… never mind. anyways, i hope you’re doing well and i seriously miss your carita linda y/n. i have to go now but, te extraño tanto”
“i love you… take care baby”
and at that moment, alex noticed something in the corner of the facetime. he saw a bunch of used tissues, mugs with tea, and your thermometer on your bedside table. before the two of you hung up, alex quickly screenshot the facetime and said goodbye.
he looked closer at the image and saw there were medicines there, too. the thermometer, although unreadable from this angle, glowed a red light on the screen indicating that the temperature was feverish. alex was more than worried. as he explained the situation to his family, they all agreed that he should go home to tend to his beloved girlfriend.
back at home, y/n was getting worse. you struggled to sleep because of how badly your lungs were hurting and filling with nasty phlegm. your fever hadn’t gone down one bit. damn those cheap fever pills.
you had planned on showering but you need to work up the energy and so you took a long needed nap.
at the same time, alex had already hopped on a plane and was just about to land in california. he caught an uber to the nearest grocery store and collected everything he needed to help you. he quietly walked into your shared home and heard you lightly snoring from your bedroom.
he got to work immediately. he made the best mexican caldo de pollo con arroz that he could, just like his mother taught him. after a bit, he heard you getting up and assumed you were going to shower and so he continued to cook.
you were feeling absolutely awful now but you figured maybe a shower will do the trick. you stepped into the shower and the hot water felt very soothing. suddenly, you began to feel very lightheaded and see darkness creeping in from your peripheral vision. you saw black all at once.
alex heard a loud thud and quickly ran up to your restroom to see y/n unconscious and passed out in the shower.
“oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck… y/n please! im here, please wake up amor” alex hurriedly changed the water to cold and began to splash you awake. you saw black and then a flash of bright light came over you as you heard the most angelic voice ever.
“alexis?” you whispered in a confused manner
“oh my god y/n! im so so sorry i left you. you passed out and it scared me and i—“
“what are you doing here? you were just in mexico this morning..”
“mi amor,” he began as he wrapped my body in a blanket and ran the bath so i could get clean, “i saw all those things on your bedside table when i called you earlier and the moment i saw that red thermometer, i knew you weren’t okay”
you were in shock, you felt so many emotions and couldn’t even get one word out
“come here baby, sit in the tub and i’ll get your clothes ready okay?”
you nodded and sat in the warm bubbly tub. it felt nice and you didn’t have to waste your energy standing up. alex laid out some comfortable clothes for when you finished and he returned to the bathroom.
“close your eyes mi princesa” you obliged and felt alex scrubbing your long hair with shampoo.
you felt so relaxed and so grateful for your sweet boyfriend. you were too tired to say or do much so you let him bathe you. he soon helped you out of the bath and into some warm and comfortable clothes. he laid you in bed and left for a few minutes.
you closed your eyes and began to drift off into sleep. you woke up when you heard alex come back. he had a little table set up with some soup, a warm tea, and some medicine.
“i’m not upset with you okay? i just wish you had told me you weren’t feeling well… i mean, what would have happened if i weren’t here when you passed out in the shower? i just want you to be okay y/n.. so please, just let me take care of you okay?”
all you could do was nod and alex began to give you medicine for your fever and body pain. then he slowly started to feed you warm soup. it was very delicious. he also helped you drink your warm tea.
“alex… thank you so much for everything. im sorry i decided not to tell you but im really glad that you’re here with me. i feel better already”
alex smiled and continued to feed you. soon he helped you lay down and he tucked you in. he played some background noise and gave you a kiss on your forehead.
“te amo y/n… im sorry youre not feeling well… i hope you get better soon mi amor”
and with that, you fall asleep soundly.
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Hi there, I have a request :)
I dunno I'm having Megumi brainrot so may I please get a fic.
I've been having this idea of Nobara stealing the readers phone and looking through the gallery and finding random videos and pictures of reader and Megumi together and reader just starts explaining each of them and stuff...
I just need some fluffy wholesomeness ✋🏻😭
a/n: hi!!! thank you for the request! I hope I did your prompt justice! also formal apologies for how long it took me to get motivated to write this, and its short ugh
It was a late night in your dorm, cross legged laughter on your floor, hot tea long forgotten on the nightstand sat to turn cold. It was a cold winter night in Tokyo Jujutsu High, but you were keeping warm with one of your closest friends and classmates Nobara Kugisaki.
As you sat beside her she turned her phone to you showing you and app that would randomly pick an image from your camera roll and the game was to explain the image.
"Are you down?"
"Hell yeah I am"
After a few moments passing, allowing the app to download and "read" the terms and conditions you got into the game.
"I want to go first" Nobara said confidently and allowed the app to dig its claws into her camera roll, pulling out an image of the back of her head in a mirror. You couldn't help yourself from laughing at the picture choice.
She rolled her eyes and explained with disappointment evident in her tone, "I was trying to see if I had missed any spots with the dye" "I should probably delete that"
"Before you delete it send it to me pretty please, need comedy material for the next few business days"
"Oh shut up and take your turn"
You bit your cheek in an attempt to contain the laughter bubbling back to the surface as the image of the back of your own head appeared on your phone screen.
"I was checking myself for a bald spot, get worried", but your explanation was just a whisper beside Nobara's loud laughter.
This continued for another two rounds, usually pulling up accidental screenshots or stupid pictures you took of things outside.
The ball was back in your court and the image of a self timer image captured of you Megumi Fushiguro in front of a freshly bloomed cherry blossom, the beautiful pinks a great contrast from your boyfriends dark hair and clothes.
It was early April, the wind still had a bite to it as the last winter was fleeing. You had woken up not long ago, the sun not yet completely risen over the horizon.
You were walking down the sidewalk, tucked into Megumi's side as your eyes searched for the cherry blossom you two had been tracking the past few weeks, trying to guess-timate when the tree would bloom.
The walk was shared in a comfortable warm silence, something common between the two of you, never needing to fill every quiet gap with words, basking in each others presence.
When you saw the tree though, the silence broke, exclamations of excitement falling from your mouth.
"I was right!"
"I think I'm a tree genius"
Your body untucked itself from your boyfriends side, falling into an awkward sprint-jog to the tree, throwing your arms around the trunk when you reached it.
Megumi watched in admiration as he kept his pace behind you, laying beneath the tree when he arrived.
You two laid there for longer than you should've basking in sunlit pink hues thrown onto your faces like scattered paint. The pink was beautiful next to the deep blues of his eyes.
The air warmed as the time passed, giving notice to how much time must have passed as the cold left. You both agreed you should get going and get the breakfast you had agreed upon hours ago.
"Hey, before we go I want to get a picture of this"
His words caught you off guard, but a smile made its way into your face
"Of course"
And that's how you got the image now plastered across your phone screen, you hoisted on Megumi's back throwing peace signs as you beamed down at your boyfriend who allowed a small grin to adorn his face. You could feel the warmth rushing back to you from the day it happened, smiling silently after telling the story to Nobara.
"You two are adorkable and I hate it"
"You know you love it"
She wiped a faux tear from her eye, "I do it's just so hard to watch you grow up"
You bumped her arm lightly, "God, shut up please"
When the photo roulette came back to you, the AI decided on a video.
"OOH A VIDEO? I didn't even know it could do this?!?"
You were in the dorm kitchen, a song playing in the background as the camera shook as it focused in on Megumi singing aloud to the song smiling. He was delirious at this hour, "dancing" around the kitchen singing a little too loudly and way off tune. But it was music to your ears.
Through the video you hear deep, "give me that" as the camera shakes again and it gets changed to the front facing camera. On your screen was now Megumi holding your phone and singing into it the pop love song continuing to blare in the back. You were standing behind him joining him in the tune laughing between the string of lyrics. The video ended abruptly after that, what it didn't capture was Meg ending the video just to kiss you.
You turned to catch Nobara's reaction, and there was something different in her eyes as a small smile tugged on her lips.
"He really loves you, like really, I don't think anyone has ever got to see him like that before you."
You blushed as the words sunk in, fighting the tears of happiness fighting on your lash line.
He loves you.
#megumi fushiguro#jjk megumi#this is bad#like genuinely I think I hate it#im sorry#jujutsu kaisen megumi#fushiguro megumi#megumi fushiguro x reader#megumi headcanons#megumi fluff#megumi#I hope he doesn't die hahaha
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You’re a terrible person for defending Poppy to her boss about the client name leak. How would you feel if that happened to you? The fact that you didn’t say anything about it until now is disgusting. If you and Poppy didn’t get into a fight, you would be defending her disgusting behavior to this day. GTFOH. Seriously, who stays friends with someone who said their kid is “dead to them”. WTF is wrong with you.
Let's clear up what I meant by "defending."
Poppy had written a letter to a client's parents making a case that the trans genocide is happening or on the cusp of happening, and she was so proud of this letter she wanted to share it with details anonymized. She caught everything, except a single instance of the client's first name. She posted it in a Twitter group chat I run.
Twitter doesn't let you delete DMs. "Deleting" them only hides it for you. So this letter with her client's name was available to see for every single member of the group chat. Initially, she was asking every single member of the GC to delete that message for themselves, and take a screenshot of that section of the GC to prove that they no longer saw it. But not everyone was quick on responding, and her boss was going to have to file a report for breach of confidentiality or something.
So I ended up using my alt account to boot everyone out of the GC (you can only kick people out by blocking them) and then remade the GC, ensuring that the old GC's chat history was dead and gone and that image was now inaccessible to everyone. In so doing, her boss decided that such a report was no longer necessary.
I don't know what else you would have wanted me to "say anything about" that situation at the time.
And yeah, I do share a lot of blame for enabling Poppy for so long and turning a blind eye to her worse behaviors, and yeah, I do deserve criticism for that. That's part of the reason I have been so vocal in my criticism of her now. Initially when I ended the friendship I did not intend to say anything publicly, but I couldn't sleep for four days because of the guilt. I need to work to undo what I helped cause.
But our friendship didn't end solely because of a personal affront to me. It ended because I saw her going down a horrible spiral where she didn't care who she hurt along the way. You can say "if we didn't get in a fight I'd still be defending her," but that fight was inevitable. If that fight didn't happen, it'd be because she improved her behavior, which would have been a good thing.
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Then and now - shippy edition! 💜
Enabled and inspired by @pinkyjulien @humberg @arcandoria @breezypunk @kharonion and everyone else who's done something similar XD My little VP and modding journey featuring Vince and Kerry over the last few months!
So, I figure, most of you can relate to my disappointment when I realized at the end of my first playthrough that there's so little interaction possible with the main NPCs outside of their respective questlines. The text messages your LI sends you are adorable, yes. Being able to sleep in their bed and then waking up next to them? A+ game design, 100/100, every game with romances needs this. But where is my option to hug, kiss, spend time with Kerry? Rude!!
Still though, I was undeterred to create some shots for my new favourite blorbos with my vanilla game (I had never heard of AMM then (or at least was too chickenshit still to install it)).
2023/Feb/06
Behold, my first attempts at creating something shippy (and I do still like these a lot) - title: Kerry meets Nibbles.
The idea behind this is probably kinda self-explainatory XD I had these as desktop background for so long, it feels so nostalgic to look back at them now. I think I have some slightly edited versions somewhere but cannot find them for the life of me, but there's no big difference really, just some slight colour/contrast editing.
I was always a bit bummed out by the fact that Kerry's default outfit for idling at the villa is the one with sunglasses on (while over the progression of his questline he wears it less and less as he gets to know V better, as if he is letting his guard down). But oh well! Also yes, that was and still is my favourite photomode pose for V really, because it is very versatile:
But that's... really it when it comes to opportunities for shippy moments outside of the quests.
2023/Feb/09
I was yearning for more!! As you can see, these are only 3 days apart. I had done some research and learned about the "[NPC] Interactions Enhanced" mods that I highly recommend for the options to kiss and hug your LIs alone :3 And! More shippy shot opportunities, because Kerry will finally be somewhere else in his huge-ass villa besides the sofa or the bed, and take off those beloathed sunglasses:
Hhhh.... I can't tell you how happy I was about this shot. I remember yelling to my friends on Discord about it half in tears (none of them really knowing much about the game yet apart from my occasional screaming about all the angst and plot twists). I think I described it as "Vince finally feeling some actual, real happiness, daring to imagine a future", just content and relaxed, having a late night talk with Kerry. I still like it a lot, and because of the mod enabling me to take this pic I still low-key wanna look into quest-modding some day and see if I can make something in a "romance-enhanced" direction. The "Kerry calls V and wants help with cleaning up the villa" quest we all deserve xD
2023/Feb/12
Another couple of days later, and with one toe dipped into modding now, I finally installed AMM (I think, since this was around Valentine's Day, this must've been when I saw a tutorial by @pinkyjulien on how to pose your blorbos for kissing poses with AMM, and my mind was blown XD). My first attempt to even get anything accomplished was kinda frustrating though (because I wanted to do too much too quickly). In a couple of the other "then and now" posts I saw earlier that the more common approach for getting into AMM used to be "swap your characters with NPCs around the city" and I was like.... "oh, yeah, that would've made things a lot easier" 🤡 Nope, I went right in with spawning them in and trying to squish them together with poses that somewhat matched XD
The following were my first AMM-posed screenshots that worked how I wanted them to, and aösdhfdsaf I am somewhat self-conscious about them still. What is a "look at" feature? What are expressions?
I never shared these publically before but hhhhh... this is it, this is the moment where the brainrot started. They're at Dark Matter, talking about V's childhood in Charter Hill, musing about how it's insane how they both occupied almost the same spaces for such long periods of their lives and only never ran into each other due to their age difference. I'm actually still (slooooowly) working on a little comic with this scene/story as topic, cause it is so essential and important to me (based on a random spontaneous decision I made about V's past before even knowing the Dark Matter existed... right across from V's childhood home asdöasdhfjds. Setting the whole "we were destined for each other" trope I have going on with them so much in stone ;A;). This is one of the shoots I'd also really like to redo with my current VP skills... maybe when I've finished my hand-holding poses, cause yeah... hand holding ;__;
Speaking of which:
2023/Jul/13
Five months later, still stupidly in love with each other, still regularly back at the Dark Matter because the place is so gorgeous and important to them. Kerry's getting some more outfits slowly but surely (even with sunglasses!), I have a much better understanding of AMM and the VP possibilities in general now. These two unlocked completely new ways of creative expression for me that I wouldn't even have dreamed of possessing or wanting to follow. VP has become such an amazing creative outlet, for creating all those little scenes I wish I existed in the base game, or which I'd love for them to have in their future.
Am I crying about fictional pixel men too much? Maybe. But over a short period of time they've become so important to me, and I got to meet so many cool and inspiring people in this community after not really feeling part of or even drawn to creating for a fandom for a long time anymore. Can't wait to update this post some time in the future to see where my and their journey will lead to!
I feel like my progress is kinda slow, and I wish I had more time to dedicate to them and all my creative endeavours, cause they'd deserve it for all the joy they bring me xD But alas... Fingers crossed for more spare time and better time management in my future! Thanks for reading this far and coming to my blorbo talk 💜
#cyberpunk 2077#kerry eurodyne x v#kerry eurodyne#vincent ezaki#otp: to bad decisions#cyberpunk vp#cyberpunk 2077 vp#virtual photography#cyberpunk kerry#cyberpunk v#cyberpunk 2077 spoilers#<- just in case for the aforementioned friends that didn't finish the game yet XD#my vp
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Racer!Dad!Tony stark x daughter!reader
Summary: instead of being a billionaire at stark industrys, tony stark is a world famous racer!
Warnings: cursing, pepper being bossy, (dont tell her i said that 🤫)
A/N: lots of credit to @tonystark-au for giving me this wonderful idea, I will show screenshot at the end. And no shame on pepper shes amazing
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Tony stark, he was not only the world famous racer, beloved by all, but he was also your father. Sometimes he stressed you out with his races but most of the time you were fine with his recklessness. In fact, at one point you both had a shared car in a race.
****flash back****
"You ready for this kiddo?" Your father asked buckling his seat belt,
"Hell yeah" tony only smirked at this, and started the engine. You both had a very high score, and came in at 2nd place.
*you and tony high fiving*
But when you got home, there was someone waiting for you, pepper.
She had always been the boss of the house, she kept you and tony in check (most of the time) she was standing at the front door waiting patiently for you both to get home, before you and tony opened the car door, you both turned to each other and gulped.
"I saw the news" Pepper said as you both slammed the car doors shut.
"Mom, you can take everything away, just please dont yake the car keys" you said making this face 🥺
"Okay, then I'll take the cars." She replied flatly,
"Oh fuucckk" you and tony said turning to each other.
****end of flashback****
Now you were both sitting at the couch, watching the first movie you saw.
"Hey dad, do you remember when we almost flipped while doing a donut?"
"Yeah, pepper was gonna kill us"
"She kind of did, remember? She...locked the garage 😢"
"Oh, it...it still hurts"
"It does" you said fake crying in order to be dramatic. And this lead to both of you fake wailing and holding each other as if you were comforting the other person,
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You and tony were in the garage when you heard Jarvis speak up.
"Ms potts is approaching" you gasped and hid behind a car, you and tony had Jarvis tell them when pepper was coming, givin that you weren't allowed in the garage anymore 😭
She came in and scolded at tony for something, you couldn't hear the conversation that well so once she left you came out of your hiding spot and asked tony about it.
"Whats her problem?"
"Nothing." Tony replied clearly agitated, pepper probably said something about him being reckless and putting you in danger or something like that.
You sighed and went back to fixing a car that tony broke. You looked up at him one last time to see if he was going to tell you what it was that was bothering him.
"Dad, what is it?" Tony sighed and confessed
"Pepper said that im putting you in danger and that if i dont cool down a bit that your not gonna be allowed to go to the races anymore"
"I mean, fair enough they are pretty dangerous, but im not allowed in the garage anymore and here i am. Ill find a way in." Tony chuckled and brought you into a hug.
"Of course you will kiddo"
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A/N: I am going to make more of racer!Tony but I said the 18th was the time I had so....
tags
@animealways // @white-wolf-buckaroo // @tonystark-au // @yummyangy // @zebralover
#tony stark x daughter reader#dad!tony stark#tony stark#daughter reader#tony stark x stark!reader#x reader#tony stark x reader#pepper potts x daughter reader#pepper potts#Racer!Tony
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Yuki Spinoff, Episode 2: Joy to the World
Episode 3 is titled "Haruhi Suzumiya!!" so Yuki better enjoy her Christmas Party 'cause her life's about to go dramatically downhill.
Gonna have to make this one two posts 'cause I have a lot to say about this episode.
I noticed this in the first episode but I love the decision to change Yuki from a strict book-reader to also being a gamer. It does demonstrate the change in times, as Melancholy was released in 2006 while Disappearance of Yuki Nagato is from 2015, and gaming has become more proliferated over time.
But, more importantly, it also demonstrates the change in Yuki. Yuki Prime's never gone into detail about why she reads, but it's a fair assumption that she does it for the same reason most of us consume media: A desire to absorb information, experiences, and emotions through characters and situations.
Media exists in conversation with culture. By consuming media, Yuki is participating in culture. You could assume that she's only doing it to gather information, being a robot, but Yuki specifically reads fiction. She's looking for the same things everybody else is.
However, her media of choice is strictly text. She doesn't have a TV or video games or anything. She consumes experiences and emotions through text. Because Yuki herself is text. She can't watch a neutral expression on a screen slowly grow into a smile and immediately relate and understand what that means. She's more comfortable with a narrative structure that explains outright in words what the characters are feeling and going through. That's what Yuki can understand.
But this new Yuki, her ideal escapist form of Yuki with a full three-dimensional range of emotions, isn't limited in the same way. She shares Yuki Prime's love of media, shares her fascination with living vicariously through characters. But she can indulge her interests in ways the original could not, because she knows what it feels like to smile and enjoy things, to get excited by a rare drop, or to grieve a beloved character.
She is Yuki Unchained.
Ryoko has the perfect pre-"I hope you got your affairs in order because CHILD NOBODY IS GOING TO SEE YOU ALIVE AGAIN" Pleasant Mom Smile.
I wonder if Ryoko has parents? Yuki lives alone because Yuki Prime lives alone, because she's a space robot. But Escapist Yuki isn't a space robot, so the fact that she has no parents is simply a consequence of living situation transference she can't comprehend.
By the same logic, Ryoko should be a space robot. But Ryoko did have parents on paper. They weren't real and nobody ever saw them, but they did legally exist. "Her dad" even called the school when she "moved to Canada".
So I wonder what her living situation is here? Does she live alone like Yuki? Did this reality manifest real parents for her? Did it manifest real parents but they're out-of-country? Is she knowingly deceiving people into thinking she has parents?
What is your parental situation, Ryoko?
Ignoring the Skip Intro button from the shady piracy website providing my screenshots, can we all take a moment to acknowledge how great my character looks in this show that's not about her?
Black monochrome is a fantastic look for Haruhi because it's a color-scheme that matches her personality. Haruhi's always exuded Mean Girl Energy, pretty much from the moment we met her. She's a weird Mean Girl but she's a violent, self-absorbed misanthrope.
In a lot of other shows, she would be the protagonist's bully.
In her own show... that's still fairly accurate, yeah. It gets weirdly romanticized but it's still more or less her and Kyon's dynamic. She's like if Hey, Arnold! actually had its title character fall in love with Helga Pataki.
And just like that, I have dated myself to a billion years old. Okay. But it's true! That's what Haruhi and Kyon remind me of.
Haruhi most commonly sports the same outfit that everyone else is wearing due to Japanese school uniformity. But, courtesy of the decision Disappearance made to put her in a different school in Yuki World, this is the first time she's had her own unique aesthetic among the main cast. Well, apart from Itsuki, but he's a devout follower anyway.
This contrast against the uniformity of the rest of the cast makes Haruhi pop. She's eye-catchingly unique among a sea of brown blazers, as befits the center of the universe (in persona, even if no longer in power or character role). And the near-all-black color scheme gives her a wicked edge to her appearance, perfectly conveying her Mean Girl status.
Basically what I'm getting at is that I don't know how Haruhi's going to be used in this show but I wish she looked like this back in the original because holy hell is that the perfect Haruhi aesthetic.
I could watch Yuki and Kyon have a fun snowball fight for twenty straight minutes. That could be all this episode is and I would be satisfied.
Look at her. Look at how happy she is. This is all she wanted when she reshaped the universe. Haruhi twisted time and space to make time travelers and space aliens and espers and sliders, but Yuki did it to make this.
Meanwhile Ryoko remains MVP of this show. This subversion of the typical "surprised character hit in the face by thing as they walk into the room" gag is beautiful and conveys the composed and professional persona of Class President Ryoko Asakura.
I love how coy the show is playing about... like... how Ryoko she is. She vaporized the cotton snowball in her hand and then releases her battle aura. It's a funny gag. But. Also. There is a deep tension inherent to this incredibly likable character, to the point that it's not clear how literally we're meant to take this.
She did not actually blast Yuki and Kyon out the window with a Kamehameha beam of pure disapproval. But maybe she could? I don't know.
And then straight to the turkey! Like that didn't happen. XD
I'm so glad Yuki got her turkey. She wanted a turkey so bad. This is her first Christmas with full emotional range and all of it was invested in getting this turkey. She put her whole psyche into it every single time she exclaimed the English word "TURKEY!" last episode.
I became very invested in Yuki getting a turkey. Now she has one. I am very satisfied right now.
Oh, Yuki. This is Melancholy tone. A little bit of selfishness is what makes the universe go 'round.
Maybe my mind's bent from too much reality-warping but this conversation feels subtextually linked to Yuki's decision to eat Haruhi, remake the universe, and resurrect Ryoko in the first place.
Like. They're literally talking about the fate of Yuki Yuki Literature Club but the vibe feels much grander. That Yuki begins the conversation speaking in her emotionless Space Robot voice gives it this... between-the-worlds tone.
Like. Remember the last episode of PMMM when Madoka, Sayaka, and Mami were eating cake in a heavenly extradimensional Mami's Apartment Reality while they discuss Madoka's wish? That's what this feels like, to me.
Literally, this scene is an actual conversation that occurred between them in Yuki's World. But symbolically, subtextually, they're talking about the decision to manifest their reality in the first place. Saving the Literature Club here is, for the characters, exactly what it sounds like; But for the audience, it stands in for creating this world.
Look at her.
Only a monster wouldn't want her to have this turkey. This is the greatest moment of her... six days of life.
#the melancholy of haruhi suzumiya#the disappearance of nagato yuki-chan#drake watches haruhi suzumiya
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Twitch Kittens
(((GlitchNote: I HAVE RETURNED! Kinda lol. This is probably not my best work but I trying to get back into writing and this was a challenge. I basically had to get my cousin and co-writer on a fic that will be coming back soon to threaten to take away my caffeine. Boy did that motivate me. So keep that in mind while you read this. But it was SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE AGAIN! The idea came from a picture Awesamdude shared and some screenshots of Milo from Sapnap’s twitch stream. I hope you enjoy it!!)))
“Hey!” Milo exclaims as he bounds and leaps towards his sister Naomi and Patches. “Guess what?”
Patches twitches an ear towards him but doesn’t lift her head from her comfy position. Naomi jumps at her brother; the two of them roll towards Patches and force her to sit up. The glare she gives the two kittens has them taking a few steps back and apologizing.
“Sorry, Patches,” Naomi mews softly.
“Yeah, sorry.” Echos Milo.
Patches can’t help but smile at them. She remembers what it was like being their age. She’s calm and relaxed; or as her dad Dream likes to say “chill” now but there was a time she was a menace. Knocking things over, making messes, and getting into things she wasn’t supposed to. In total honesty she still can be a menace when she wants the attention.
Looking towards Naomi then to Milo.
“You were going to tell us something?” She asked gently.
Milo’s ears perk up and he begins to pace around them.
“Yeah! Dad said I was a streamer!”
Naomi could hold back the burst of laughter. She rolled onto her back as she laughed at her brother’s expense. Milo’s ears flattened against his head as he narrowed his eyes towards Namoi who continued laughing.
Patches wanted to laugh too but she recalls Sam, a tall human that she mainly recognized by voice, had told her the same thing once while he was visiting. He had been watching others on screens whose voices she somewhat recognized. She had wanted his attention and jumped up onto his desk and began messing with the familiar pad of flashing buttons she had seen her dad mess with from time to time when she found him in his office.
“Quit laughing, Naomi! It’s not funny! I can be a streamer if I wanna! Dad said!” Milo shouted as his sister continued to giggle.
“Dad was probably joking with you,” Naomi finally says as her giggling subsideds.
“Or maybe not,” Patches says as she walks towards the hallway that leads to the room that Sam had been using.
“Patches?” Naomi mews quietly as she watches her leave. Milo doesn’t wait but bounds after her. Not wanting to be left behind she follows her brother.
Patches with Milo trailing close behind pass Sapnap’s office without a second glance. Naomi could help but slowly pad her way by the door; taking a moment to look inside. Once she saw that her dad was focused on whatever was on the screens in front of him she quickly picked up her pace to reach the other two.
Approaching them she saw they were just standing in the hall. “What are you two… oh.”
The door was shut.
Patches sat down. “The last time I came by here the door was open.”
Eagerly Milo exclaimed, “Bet I can get it open!”
Before Naomi could protest Milo was already in position to leap towards the handle of the door. His impact makes a loud thud against the door. Patches looks over Naomi’s to see if the noise caused any of the humans to come and investigate.
“Don’t move, Milo.”
He does as Patches suggest. He hangs on tight to the handle; his hind legs supporting him as best as they can without slipping.
Patches slowly pads away from the door. Naomi crouches down trying her best to make herself small enough to hide. Patches perks her ears to hear if anyone was coming towards them. She walks back to the door when she felt the coast was clear.
“Doing okay up there, Milo?”
“Just hanging around,” Milo laughs.
“This can’t be a good idea. Whatever it is! Let’s go back to dad,” Naomi pleads.
“Everything is gonna be fine, Naomi. Chill.” Milo begins to maneuver his paws around the handle, doing his best to get a good grip.
With enough wiggling Milo managed to turn the handle and open the door.
“You did it!” Naomi cheered as her brother let go of the door handle and landed gracefully in front of her on the floor.
“Of course I did!” He puffed out his chest with pride.
Patches walked around them to push the door wider. “Good job, kid.”
She surveyed the room. The room was exactly how she remembered it.
Sam had spent a lot of time building his set up in the room he had claimed as his own. The desk would move up and down with a press of a button. Patches even remembered her dad, Dream, bringing boxes that had arrived days before Sam into this room. She had watched him and Sam pull things out of boxes for hours and put together the computer he later used to watch, talk, and play with his friends.
Patches hopped on the chair. The desk looked the same. The screens were blank but the keyboard was still there as well as the pad with the lights that she had seen both Sam and her dad when they both streamed.
Looking down she saw both Milo and Naomi looking up at her. Both seemed to be waiting for instructions.
“Well,” she said. “Come on up.”
Naomi did what Patched had done and just jumped up onto the chair and the two of them hopped onto the desk.
“Come on, Milo,” Patches called out. “This was your idea after all.”
Naomi looked towards her brother. “Milo don’t! This isn’t like dad’s room.” But it was too late. Milo was already leaping toward the wall but what he didn’t know was that the walls in this room weren’t lined with soundproof fabric. He hit the wall and tried his best to grip the wall with his claws. Milo felt his claws go into the wall but he still slid down; creating lines in the paint of walls.
Patches and Naomi couldn’t help but laugh as Milo leaped off the wall and landed not so gracefully on the ground on his bottom.
“Use the chair, silly,” Naomi suggested.
He did and joined them on the desk. As he walked around the desk he kicked the mouse and the motion woke up the screens. Bright colors filled the screens. Naomi jumped behind Milo.
“It’s okay, sis. See,” he moved a bit so she could look at the screens. “They are just like dad’s. But there’s only two of them here.”
She nodded to him that she understood but still stayed behind him.
Patches looked over the screens. She really couldn’t make out what any of the words on them meant but she recognized the purple. It was the same purple her dad’s screens had when he was up early in the morning talking to someone he referred to as “chat”. Whoever they were, she liked them. They always had nice things to say about her and really liked it when she was in the room with her dad.
“What do we do? How does this work?” Milo asked as he carefully walked over the keyboy to get closer to one of the screens.
Naomi shrugged and looked at Patches hoping she knew what to do next. She shrugged and began to press the buttons on the pad beside the keyboard. The pad lit up. Milo and Naomi followed her actions and did the same but on the keyboard.
Soon a familiar box appeared on the screen. It didn’t take long for writing appeared in that box.
“I think we did it!” Patches exclaimed.
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Sapnap had finished up his stream and was lounging on the couch when a notification popped up on his phone.
awesamdude is live!
He swiped the notification away and continued to scroll on his phone.
“Didn’t Sam say he was sick?” Dream asked as he plopped on the other end of the couch.
“That he did,” Sapnap replied without looking up from his phone.
“Then why did I just get a notification that he went live?” He sounded a little annoyed but also concerned. “He said he couldn’t record tonight because he wasn’t feeling well.”
“You are one to talk about streaming while sick,” George laughed as he walked into the room.
“Yeah, Dream,” Sapnap joined in. “Or podcasting while sick.”
“Okay okay. Lay off,” Dream sighed as he clicked onto Sam’s stream.
The chat was by the look of it confused at what was happening. They seemed to have had similar thoughts to Dream.
‘Didn’t Sam say he was sick?’
‘What’s with the black screen???’
‘Sam are you ok???’
Along with a lot of emotes frequently used in chat.
It’s when he saw a few chat messages saying ‘Did you hear that?’ and ‘Was that a meow’.
“Did Sam get a cat?” Dream asked Sapnap and George who was leaning over the back of the couch scrolling on his own phone.
“Hasn’t said anything about it. Why?” Sapnap put down his phone and looked towards Dream. He saw Dream turning up the volume on his phone and hold it up to his ear. “What’s going on?”
“I’m not sure. Pull up Sam’s stream on your phone.”
George finally looked up from his phone to look over Dream’s shoulder. “What’s going on?”
“I just said I’m not sure.” He closed the stream with a frustrated sigh as he pulls up Sam’s information.
“You are calling his phone? Why don’t you call him on discord?” George asks as he jumps over the back of the couch to actually sit on it.
“Hey, Sam. How you feeling?” Dream asks as he ignores George’s question. Sam’s voice is quiet enough on the other end that it can’t be heard by George. “That sucks. Are you resting?”
While Dream questions Sam, Sapnap motions for George to come and listen to the stream.
“Come here. Why does the meowing sound familiar?”
“Calm down, Sam. I don’t know what’s going on but we will get it taken care of. Guys,” Dream puts his phone down for a moment, “Sam isn’t streaming. Can you hear anything on the stream?”
“Like chat says it sounds like meowing,” George replies as he takes Sapnap’s phone from his hand, holding it closer to his ear to get a better listen.
“Hold up… that kinda sounds like Naomi.” Sapnap says as he stands and looks around the room. “Has anyone seen the cats?”
“Weren’t they with you while you were streaming?” Dream asks, trying to get information from them as well as trying to reassure Sam that things will be fine.
“They were but I had my door open so they wandered off halfway through my stream.”
“Maybe we should check Sam’s room,” George suggests as he stands.
“I walked by there this afternoon. I shut the door. There’s no way the cats got in.”
“Dream, have you seen Milo on Sapnap’s streams?” George questioned as he led the way to the room Sam had claimed as his. “That cat can manage to open a door. Don’t underestimate him.
“Yeah, Dream, don’t underestimate my son.” Sapnap said with a wide grin on his face.
“Doors open,” George pointed out as they approached Sam’s room. He pushed the door open full and he could help the laugh that escaped him.
“Patches!” Dream shouted. “Sam, I'm gonna call you later. Well end the stream.” He ended the call and rushed to the desk.
Sapnap was close behind him. “Milo! Naomi! What are you two doing?”
All three cats looked towards their owners with bright eyes. Almost looking proud.
“What does it look like they're doing, Sapnap?” George pulled out his phone to take a picture. “They are streaming!”
Chat was going crazy at that point.
“Sorry guys. Ending now. Thanks for watching I guess,” Dream said into the mic before hitting ‘END STREAM’.
Dream made sure to log out of Sam’s account before shutting down the computer safely. He then picked up Patches. Sapnap had given Naomi to George to hold while he carried Milo.
“Must not have closed the door all the way like I thought I had. Thankfully they didn’t do any real damage,” Dream commented as they made their way out of Sam’s room. “But Sam is most likely gonna have to fix some stuff next time he’s here.”
He shut the door and gave it a good push to make sure it was properly closed.
As they walked back to the main area of the house Sapnap laughed quietly.
“Guess they proved me right.”
“What about?” Dream asked as he put Patches down.
“I told my chat that Milo looked like a streamer earlier.”
George laughed as he put Naomi down close to where Sapnap had let Milo down, “Twitch Kittens.”
(((GlitchNote: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! Like I said before this was such a challenge but I’m glad I did it. I’m hoping this is what I need to get back into writing more. I miss my OC Bendy stuff so much! Again thanks for reading! And cross your fingers there will be more to come!!!)))
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So al was asking ppl to ask her questions as her Fridays are so dull while her partner doing a play. Doesn't she find when she wiv michael it dull cos usually shows it or the other way round and then the bird one I found interesting cos since when have we seen Ms be protective over Al we haven't seen him speak or defend his relationship of what the journalists or ppl say about his relationship of what was said on weds where she defended it and and put a insta story about it we all know he loud but protective I think if he had to choose to protect or save someone it would be david hands down not al
What ur thoughts love to hear ur take on this
(Grouping together for ease of answering. @hyperfixating-rn-brb's Ask is referring to the last screenshot.)
So, I saw this as it was happening on Friday, and...yeah. I'm not sure what the impetus behind this random Insta AMA was (perhaps PR suggesting that Anna do something to counter her rash of recent off-putting social media posts?), but whatever the reason, choices™ were definitely made with some of (well, most of) her answers.
I think what struck me about the ones in these screenshots is how they’re lowkey insulting to Michael, but all in different ways (and not overtly, but passive-aggressively, as hyperfixating-rn-brb mentioned). It also seems odd that AL is currently in London, one of the most dynamic and attraction-filled cities imaginable, yet acting as if there is nothing to do on a Friday night. (Because Michael (and/or Georgia) aren't there to entertain her, I guess?)
Leaving that aside, the entire way this happened was just strange. A lot of the questions felt very boilerplate ("Are you currently reading anything?" "Who is your biggest inspiration?") and almost like they were planned in advance (I think at least one actually was from someone AL knows personally, IIRC), yet interspersed with enough "wacky" questions to give the impression of it being this spontaneous Q&A thing.
As for the answers in the screenshots above, I saw people on Twitter getting outraged over the "girly" question on Saturday, but predictably for all the wrong reasons. In particular, I noticed people once again blaming Michael/David shippers for it, but just from the wording alone, my feeling was that whoever sent in this question did not seem to be a shipper at all. "Girly" has a very specific, borderline homophobic connotation to it (akin to someone asking Anna if she "acts dykey" around Georgia), and while I know English is not her first language, I don't think that meaning is something AL would have missed.
So, no, it's certainly not a great or appropriate question by any means. But the bigger issue, at least in my opinion, wasn't so much "Why would someone ask this?", but rather "Why would she post this?" Because Anna is a grown woman who could have very easily just ignored this question altogether. Instead, she chose to draw attention to it, and to react in much the same way as her "vagueblogging" from the other day. It was as if the purpose in sharing it was to show people what she has to "put up with"--either from the fans or from Michael or both.
That's the other piece of this--that she shared this question with seemingly no regard for how it makes Michael look, or whether it would or could be embarrassing to him. It immediately made me think of this tweet from Michael two years ago, where he chose to answer a question in such a way as to deliberately not embarrass David (further explanation can be found here). It's something that seems so small but means so much, and that you'd think would happen effortlessly for someone you love. So the contrast of that to Anna posting this was striking to me, and it was further compounded by her answer to the "favorite bird" question.
Again, it's almost unsurprising at this point. Anna has previously made unflattering comparisons between Michael and Cousin Itt, a Hobbit, and Hagrid--among others--and now we can add a cockatiel to this list. What’s weird is that the question itself had nothing to do with Michael, so there was absolutely no reason to bring him into it...and yet. It felt like name dropping for the sake of name dropping, which just seems like a weird thing to do when she's been dating him for five years now. Did she think we forgot? That we needed a reminder? Whatever the reason, this definitely seemed like such a strange choice, and another instance of passive-aggressively putting him down under the pretense of a compliment.
(A note about the "protective" part, as I noticed that was particularly mentioned in this Ask. I would agree that there are a lot more overt/visible instances of Michael being protective of David--many of which I have talked about on my blog--than of Anna. That does not mean I don't think he is protective of her, however, but that there is a distinction between the two. It is possible to be protective of someone out of a sense of responsibility and obligation, and those are not necessarily bad things. But it's very different to being protective of someone not because you feel like you have to be protective, but because you want to be. Interpret that how you will...)
Finally, I just need to mention that one of the questions AL was asked was about Georgia ("Is Georgia secretly holding you hostage?"), and what I have hardly seen anyone talking about is that Georgia reshared that Insta story a short while later...and added a song called "I'm Trapped"...
I just...was this meant to be shady on Georgia's part? Who, exactly, is "trapped" here? The subtext and potential implications can go in so many directions here that it's hard to know where to start, but...yeah. The optics of Georgia resharing this story and adding that song in the middle of AL's Insta Q&A were and are questionable/cringey/unintentionally hilarious on multiple levels.
So yes, that is my take on the events of Friday night. As I've said before and will again, I know I could be totally off the mark here, so I'd love to hear from my followers as to what you think. Thank you for writing in! x
#angel19924#hyperfixating-rn-brb#reply post#michael sheen#welsh seduction machine#trying to provide a balanced perspective#but what's the old saying: when someone shows you who they are believe them the first time#at this point i honestly do not understand why she is even still with him#there was also a question about 'Who was your 1st celeb crush?' and she mentioned a Swedish boy band#but then said she 'couldn't say' who her British crush was but that it's 'not who you think'#and i'm not sure what the purpose of that was either#but i will leave it to my followers to make up their own minds#georgia tennant#anna lundberg#relationships#discourse
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Send me a rose and I'll reward you with a sentence from a WIP of mine
okay casper you're so sweet I feel bad giving you the angstiest thing I ever wrote but it's still a WIP I guess...
TW: themes of abuse
None of the team ever asked how you got into behavioral analysis, so you never had to explain the treatment you endured in your youth. But here you are, at a bar, celebrating what can only be considered a win, with some of your favorite people you’ve ever had the privilege of meeting. You were just thinking about how lucky you are to have finally found your place in this big adult world, to have found your people. People who cherish you just as much as you treasure them. But that’s when you saw him. Your eyes met his from across the dance floor. A pair of eyes you can never, ever forget. A pair of lips that would spit hatred on you when you thought you needed them the most. A boyish face concealing an acid tongue and a love that bites harder than you ever thought possible. Your fruity cocktail slipped from your grasp, smashing on the ground at the very sight of him. Luckily, the team then decided you must have had too much to drink if you can’t even hold onto a glass, and they took you home. To the home that you built, alone. With all the lavish comforts you were denied in the places you’d shared with him, or with your family.
You didn’t sleep a wink. How was he here right now, In your town? You aren’t sure if he lives here or even if he saw you, but it doesn’t matter. This was your safezone, this town was the one place you’ve been able to stop running. You’re only 26. You’ve spent enough of your life running both towards and away from Marcus. You thought he was the one. The person who would take you from your broken home to somewhere shiny and new. He seemed like the person that could do something like that. But oh, boy were you wrong. Suddenly, you’re glad you kept every picture of every bruise, every screenshot of texts making threats against your life. You made a folder of every key point at which your high school sweetheart romance had turned very, very sour. You spent the night clutching the pages of that folder, every page inside revealing another source of heartache. Your broken wrist, your bruised collarbones, your phone on the floor in pieces, letters from your childhood best friend burned in the fireplace you thought the two of you would grow old in front of. Marcus had-
“You okay, mama?” You blink a few times, seeing Derek’s big hand, his fingers clicking right before your eyes.
“What?” You can’t quite hear him, too engulfed in listing the things Marcus took from you. “I said, are you feeling okay? You look awfully far away.” Derek’s face comes into focus, his dark brows drawing together in concern. He’s been like a big brother to you these last few months, always having your back. It’s been nice having somebody in your corner. But now you really don’t think you want to share the truth with him. You haven’t known him long enough yet to prove you’re not some broken damsel in distress. It’s too soon for him to know you’re too weak to fight back against a violent abusive ex.
“Uh, yeah, I didn’t get much sleep last night. I’m feeling a bit spacey. I might get some water” You push yourself up out of your chair, trying to step out of where he’s got you caged in. But your steps backwards make your head spin and you feel yourself falling. Luckily, Derek catches you, “woah there, it’s okay. You’re okay, mama. Slowly now” He lowers you to sit on the ground.
#i literally started this in a fit of hatred and rage and never opened it again#i hope you enjoy it though.#rome’s got mail!#rose challenge#rome's writing
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Pirate Smile (Jake POV)- Seamstress for the Band series, part eight (4.0k)
Masterlist- to start from the beginning
“You okay?” you asked Josh as he came back into the room, clearly flustered as he paced for a moment before digging into his suitcase. He was quiet, which was abnormal when he was drunk. “Josh,” you repeated, a little louder this time. He stilled and slowly turned to face you. “What?” he replied, his eyes blank. “Are you okay?” you repeated, searching his face for a hint at whatever was clearly bothering him. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just drank a bit too much,” he said with a chuckle as he turned back to rummage through his suitcase for his toiletries. Something is up. Josh disappeared into the bathroom, and you heard the shower start.
Reaching into your sweatpants pocket for your phone, you checked the time. Almost 2:30 am. Tomorrow morning is going to be a struggle. You checked through your socials, scrolling through pictures and videos from the night before. You laughed at some edits the fans had made of Josh making a face while hitting a high note. The thirst traps were your absolute favorite things to look over- it stroked your ego just enough, but also made you laugh at how enthralled some people were. You watched the TikTok Olivia had posted of the group’s trip to the distillery and winery, reflecting on the day. You noticed a few frames that had everyone included in them and grimaced, knowing people would immediately notice the gorgeous girl hanging in the background with Josh.
She really was pretty, but you liked her for more than just her looks- she was skilled beyond compare and hilarious. She fit right in with the group, her presence enhancing the group dynamic. Taking a deep breath, you opened the comments. Sure enough, the hateful side of the fanbase had sprung into action.
Who the fuck is this girl we keep seeing??? Hello?!
Does Josh have a gf?! Sleeping on the highway tonight fr…
Girlie wants to be a groupie so bad, fuck off
You were the most concerned about the ones speculating that she and Josh were a couple, mostly because you felt like there was some weight behind the speculation. It was only an inkling you had, but you saw the way he looked at her- it was a look you’d hardly ever seen from your twin, but one you knew it held weight.
Scrolling over to twitter, you saw the same speculation and hatred. You noticed that one of the girls that had thrown the beer in West Virginia had taken a video, which you clicked on. The video was shaky, but it clearly showed the cans of beer being shaken up before making impact. It broke your heart to see her freeze, holding the damn box of shoes that left her completely defenseless. Josh ran into the frame and you heard him yell something at the idiots with the cameras as he grabbed her and pulled her through the door. Oh they’re definitely going to run with this.
And, true to your fear, the fanbase did run with it. Screenshots of the video had been blown up, made into a meme, and shared all over Twitter and Instagram. “Fuck,” you whispered as you continued to wade through the cesspool of disgusting comments and jokes. “What?” Josh asked as he walked back into the room, towel around his waist and wet curls clinging to his face. “Uh, nothing,” you tried to cover. Josh turned to face you, giving you a serious look. As serious as he could give being a little drunk and slightly resembling a wet poodle.
Josh pointed to your phone. “Tell me. Now,” he ordered. You sighed before giving him the breakdown from the night. He stood still as he listened, slightly leaned back against the wardrobe at the front of the room. Once you’d finished, he rubbed his face before turning to fish his clothes out of the suitcase. “That’s all you got?” you asked. He pulled on a pair of underwear before turning to face you. “I’m too fucked up to comprehend everything. All I know is that I’m angry. And that I hope she’s asleep and not seeing the fucking vile filth people are spewing onto all these damn platforms.” You nodded as you listened, noting his passion as being slightly more than the normal amount. “Nothing we can do tonight. It’s a tomorrow issue for sure,” you commented as you rose and walked into the bathroom to brush your teeth.
Josh joined you in the bathroom and you both stood at the sink as you brushed your teeth. He looked tired- his skin was more pale than usual, purple shadows more prominent under his eyes. You knew that at the end of the day, he did this for you. This band, music, touring, all of it was your dream, he just happened to have the incredible voice and stage presence you had needed to be complete. The sacrifices he made never left the forefront of your mind, although your dream had slowly started to become his too. He loved performing and traveling and, of course, making you happy. Therefore, he was happy to join you on the rollercoaster that was Greta Van Fleet, although you knew that a hiatus was coming. You were ready for it, and you were sure Sam and Danny were too. The income you all were making off the tours was nice, but you were all able to be quite comfortable off the revenue generated from streams, merch and other endorsements.
You and Josh crawled into your own beds, turning to face each other and talk for a few minutes before you fell asleep. You’d always done this, for as long as you could remember. Typically, Josh would talk the most and you’d listen as he recounted various parts of the day, rambling about whatever crossed his mind. Tonight though, he was quiet. You figured he was just tired and irritated over the social media situation, so you discussed a time for your alarm before you shut off the light. A few minutes later you heard his breathing deepen, a sure sign he was asleep. His breathing lulled you to sleep soon after.
As soon as the alarm went off, you groaned. Josh was still out when you rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom. It was 9:30 am, meaning you only had about 30 minutes to get down and grab breakfast before it closed for the day. You quickly got ready for the day, Josh not stirring at all as you moved around the room. You sat on the edge of his bed as you pulled on your shoes, turning to shake him lightly. He mumbled something and swatted at you. “As long as there’s signs of life, I’ll leave you be for a bit. I’ll get you something for breakfast, what do you want?” you asked quietly. Josh’s answer consisted of a grunt as he rolled over. “Okay, well, if you don’t like what I bring you, you’re out of luck front man,” you said as you headed out the door.
Danny was sitting at a table and drinking a coffee when you entered the dining room. “Morning,” he said with a smile as you walked over to him. “You want to sit?” he asked but you shook your head. “I need to take stuff up to Josh. He’s pretty hungover,” you said. Danny nodded. “Sam too. I told him I’d bring him a waffle. He asked for bacon for some reason, but I will not be fulfilling that request,” Danny said with a laugh. You leaned, quieting your voice as you glanced around the room. “Did you see Twitter?” you asked quietly. Danny nodded, giving you a look of sadness. “I really love our fans but… some of them really make me question humanity.” You nodded, “I couldn’t agree more.” You gave Danny’s shoulder a pat before heading to the breakfast bar.
You were boxes of food for you and Josh, as well as an orange juice for him and a coffee for yourself. The elevator doors opened, and you were greeted by a familiar face. “Good morning,” she said quietly, giving you a soft smile. “Good morning! You headed down?” you asked as you stepped out of the elevator, noting her luggage next to her and she nodded. “See you on the bus in a bit,” she said as the doors closed between you.
Josh was still half-asleep when you got back in the room. “Dude, you have to get up. For real this time,” you pressed as you put his food down in front of him. He slowly sat up, reaching for the cup of orange juice on the nightstand. You sat at the table in the corner to eat your breakfast and watched as Josh ate slowly, chewing thoughtfully on the bacon you’d brought him. “Why a bagel?” he asked, gesturing to the plain bagel you’d brought him, a light layer of peanut butter between the halves. “You always wanted a bagel and peanut butter when we were sick. Mom always made you a peanut butter bagel and brought me what?” you quizzed, knowing he knew the answer. Josh rolled his eyes, “crackers. So boring.”
You both were able to make it onto the bus by 10:15, only a little behind schedule. “Always late,” Danny tutted as you took your seats at the booth in the middle of the bus. You had all chosen to get onto your bus versus the wardrobe bus today, giving her space to work on finishing whatever she needed to. “Where’s Sam?” Josh asked as he made a cup of tea at the kitchenette. “Bunks,” Danny replied, pointing behind him as he flipped through one of the magazines Emily had left on your bus for some reason. Josh walked over and moved the magazine in Danny’s hands to get a better look at the cover. “People? Really? Of all things, Emily doesn’t get enough drama on the road?” Josh joked. “And you too, for that matter Danny boy,” Josh added, poking at Danny. Danny chuckled but shrugged, “something to pass the time. At least this isn’t about us or our friends.” Josh took a seat and gestured to the cover “actually, Oprah is my friend, so thanks for that.” You all laughed as the bus headed towards the venue.
The ride to the venue was quick and you were all immediately ushered to sound check. “We need to get it done quickly because they’re letting the general admission group come in early due to the weather,” Emily had explained. Sure enough, when you stepped off the bus you were greeted by a downpour, the rain starting to puddle in the parking lot. Everyone made their way to the stage and went through the usual lineup to check your equipment. Everything sounded pretty good after a few minor adjustments, although you could tell Josh was exhausted as he struggled to hit different notes. You went to stand closer to him and noted how he relaxed, although he still was strained. As you exited the stage you all were ushered to the green room, a large open area that split into the various dressing rooms.
Josh immediately went to his room and closed the door, likely getting ready to take a nap. You and Danny went to check in with your seamstress extraordinaire, who looked quite tired. “How’d it go?” she asked in her normal, cheerful manner. Danny talked about how great things sounded and how excited he was for tonight, but all you could think of was the sea of hateful comments you’d read last night.
Did she know? Had she seen what you had? She smiled at you uneasily. “You okay, Jake?” she asked gently. You nodded and took a seat in a chair to the side of the area of where she was working. “Yeah, I’m great. Tired, but good. You?” She nodded and expressed the same- tired, but good. Sam took a seat on the floor next to you and stretched on the floor, eventually laying back and closing his eyes. “Sam, the floor is probably disgusting, do you want the couch?” she had asked him, but he shook his head, lifting a finger up to silence her, which she had laughed at.
Emily came back, carrying her usual clipboard and frazzled look. “Emily, what’s for lunch?” Sam asked, noticing her presence before she’d even spoken, his eyes still closed. She completely ignored him and looked past all of you, finding comfort in one of the few other women on the tour. “We are having some weather issues,” was all Emily said before bursting into tears.
Instantly, she was up and taking Emily by the hands and leading her down the hall, whispering to her as Emily sobbed. Something was clearly very wrong, but you and Danny stayed put, giving each other wide-eyed looks of confusion. Sam propped himself up on his elbows before looking around. “Where’d she go? Did I make her upset?” he asked and you shook your head. “Something’s going on, but we have no idea what. It’s fine,” Danny replied, sitting back in his chair as he eased his head back and closed his eyes.
The women came back a short while later, Emily taking off down the hall quickly. “Everything okay?” you asked as she returned to her work. She nodded, not giving you an explanation. “Do you know what we are having for lunch?” Sam asked and she chuckled. “The venue is doing catering. I think it’s Mexican,” was all she said before the room returned to silence.
She had been right- lunch was Mexican. “Should we wake Josh up?” Danny had asked and you nodded. You left your plate and went into his dressing room, taking a moment to adjust to the pitch black. You fumbled through the room, eventually finding his body curled up on the couch on the side of the room. “Hey. It’s almost 1:30, I figured you would want to come get lunch. They have these quesadillas that I think you’ll really like,” you said after gently jostling him awake. “I’m coming,” Josh had answered, still half-asleep. You helped pull him up off the couch and you flipped on the light on your way out, Josh wincing at the brightness as he followed behind you.
The vibe in the green room immediately changed when Josh stepped into the room. He ignored it as he went to make himself a plate and you returned to yours. Josh returned to the group and sat in a chair at the edge of the group, eating quietly. He didn’t so much as look her way, a shift from the day before when they had been side-by-side, eating and joking together. The air was tense, and Danny clearly felt it too from the looks he was giving you. Sam, however, was oblivious as he discussed the set list. Sam argued with Josh for a moment over the opener, eventually getting his way when Josh gave in.
Emily came back into the room as everyone was finishing up lunch, looking even more anxious and frazzled. “So we have a real problem,” Emily started, flipping her clipboard back and forth between her hands. You all waited for her to continue. “So… the arena is flooding.”
“What does that mean? Like, flooding how?” you asked as you searched her face for a clue to just how bad this was. “Like… there’s a leak in the roof. Multiple leaks. And the floor is covered in water. This storm is getting really bad,” Emily said quietly. “Wait…” Danny started, “didn’t you tell us that all the GA people were going to go into the arena early? Because of the storm? Are they in there right now?” Emily nodded slowly, all of you falling silent. “Well, they’re all being taken out into the halls now, because there’s now a hurricane warning. And, you know, because the arena has turned into a swimming pool.” Josh stood, “I want to see.” Everyone nodded in agreement and Emily excused herself to have a quick chat with the security team to facilitate a way to view the damage.
A few moments later, everyone was being escorted by security up through the levels of the arena until you made it out to finally see the damage. Everything Emily had said was true- rain was falling from a few spots in the ceiling, cascading down and splattering onto the concrete floor. There was now a few inches of standing water in the middle of the arena. Workers were milling about as they tried to clean things up, an impossible task as the water continued to fall from the ceiling, much quicker than they could clean. Everyone stood in awe, taking in just how bad the situation was. A few fans were still being ushered out from the area around the stage, all of them passing through the standing water that was collecting as they made their way to the halls surrounding the main area.
As you all headed back to the green room, the severity of the situation started to sink in. “So,” Emily had said after everyone was seated once again, “we are going to have to reschedule, obviously. The leaks won’t be able to be repaired in this storm, and I don’t think they’d be able to clean the water up quick enough anyways.”
Everyone was silent- having to cancel or reschedule was the absolute worst thing, all of you hating it for so many reasons. The logistics of rescheduling were a nightmare, but the disappointment you all felt from the fan base was worse by far. Everyone’s minds shifted to the fans- people that had likely slept on the concrete outside the venue for hours, if not days, for a chance to get a good spot in the pit. “Obviously we will go break the news, although I don’t think it’ll be a surprise. Some people have left already because they’re piecing things together, but I think most of them will stay put. The storm is really getting bad. I know that we won’t be able to leave for a few hours,” Emily continued.
“Can we get them food? Waters?” Danny asked, Josh agreeing. “The venue is going to provide food and water for everyone stuck here. Obviously, this is a huge liability, so everyone is being taken care of very well,” Emily clarified.
“Well… I guess we get another day off,” Danny noted, trying to stay positive. “We are just going to have to come back and make it up,” Sam commented, and you agreed. “How does that work?” she asked as she worked on applying beading to a pair of pants.
She was always working, no matter where she was- always present, but still far off as she hunched over her latest project. Danny explained the rescheduling process to her as she listened and asked occasional questions as she worked. “Well, at least your outfits will be ready when you come back,” she added with a chuckle. “I was really excited about this wardrobe set too,” Josh said quietly, speaking to her for the first time of the day. “I know. They’ll still get their use when you guys come back,” she said, reaching out to squeeze Josh’s knee. He gave her a reserved smile, both trading their usually giggly exchanges for quieter glances back and forth.
The lights flickered as the storm continued to ramp up. You pulled out your phone to check the radar. “Looks like we are about to get the worst of it,” you noted, showing the radar to the group. Everyone had leaned forward to see the screen when the power finally cut out completely. It was pitch black save for the exit signs and the group’s terrified faces reflecting the colorful light from the radar on your phone.
“Shit,” Sam hissed. You could feel Emily’s presence before you heard her, barely able to make out her shape from the red glow of the emergency exit signs as your eyes adjusted to the dark. “Everyone okay?” Emily shouted and everyone sounded off. “Do they not have generators for this kinda thing?” you heard Danny ask. Nobody had an answer, so you all sat in silence for a few minutes as you waited for something to happen. “I’m thinking we are going to be stuck here for a bit,” you said quietly, everyone groaning in response.
Editing credits to the lovely @joshs-jonch who I’m so grateful to have had on this journey with me!
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a message for new users:
tumblr isn't like a lot of sites you're used to. if you're younger than i am (and it seems like a good deal of you are) you're probably used to social media sites that throw anything at you to get your attention. sites with algorithms that show you stuff they think you want to see. sites with verification and visible follower counts, so that you can see who is important. sites where you're expected to consume content, and not necessarily to create it. those sites are fun, and it's totally valid that you've learned to engage with them in the ways that you have. but it's not like that here.
a lot of you might be too young to remember when blogs were a mainstay of the internet. basically, people had their own little website where they posted stuff they made (usually writing), often centered around a specific topic or theme. so like, cooking blogs, poetry blogs, parenting blogs, etc. tumblr came about as a way to combine the individual expression of a blog with some of the more social aspects of social media. this way, you could post your own stuff to your blog, but you could also collect cool stuff you liked by reblogging. and then your blog was this cool hybrid of stuff you made and stuff you liked. and you could go find the cool stuff again, because it was on your blog.
you see, tumblr wasn't built for users to be audience members. tumblr was built for creators, and eventually became really well known for the way it cultivated communities. especially fan communities. part of why this worked well is because almost everyone participated. people shared their thoughts and cool stuff they made, they reblogged stuff they liked, maybe even added on to it or talked about why they liked it so much. when we talk about 2014 tumblr and how cool it was, (it wasn't but, y'know, nostalgia), part of that was how a lot of us were teenagers and young people on a site that let us make friends and build communities, where we could completely cultivate our own experience.
being on tumblr without participating in tumblr is kind of like having your camera and microphone off on a zoom call. yeah, we see that you're here. maybe you like a post sometimes, sort of like using the zoom thumbs up. but you're basically a ghost. and it's sad, because we want to hang out in cool little communities, but it feels like we're talking to a sea of faceless voids who don't respond.
when current users say that they want to scare off twitter and tiktok users, or people who make stuff complain about the lack of reblogs or comments, this is why. we're losing the communal aspect of tumblr that made it so great. more and more, users have no profile picture, blank blog titles, and are private or have no posts. they like posts instead of reblogging them. they don't engage. they're audience members. they're blank zoom squares. you feel like you're talking to no one, and it's sad.
so i beg of you, please engage. please reblog that story you liked, and tell the author the one line that made you squeal in the text of the reblog. please reblog that cool gifset you saw, and tell op that the colors are pretty. please reblog that cool art and let the artist know that you wish you could get it tattooed. and, above all, please make your own posts. talk about the weather today, write that story that's been in your head for a few weeks, make fan art of characters from two different shows making out, say something so weird it ends up screenshotted in a "cryptid vibes"pinterest board. send an ask to a user who's been around a while and ask them about the skeleton wars.
this is one of the only spaces left that isn't selling you something, that isn't trying to keep your eyes on it by any means necessary. this is one of the only spaces left that doesn't want you to be an audience member. so please, don't kill this space by refusing to take part in it.
welcome to tumblr. i hope you get the most out of being here that you can.
#how to tumblr#new to tumblr#new account#new user#hello tumblr#twitterpocalypse#long post#sorry but nobody will read it if i add a cut
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