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hshtag · 7 months

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( I’M SO TIRED ) ──── BUT YOU ARE MY HOME.

— ❝ And if a double-decker bus, crashes into us. To die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die. ❞

MAIN CAST. Jang Minseo / Han Myungjae

SUPPORTING CHARACTERS. mentions of Hashtag members, mentions of Everlast (Lee Kijung, Hwang Jiseok)

DATE. October 5th, ‘23

WORD COUNT. 1.4K

WARNINGS + NOTES. lmk if I missed any! I struggled to choke this one out y'all but here it is & I love this writing style so much, I need to write like this more often lmaoo! I appreciate you for taking time to read this, much love to you!

In Minseo’s mind, there is nothing that could ever be more embarrassing than socialising with people who you know really well, and to her, Myungjae was one of those people.

The problem wasn’t how close they were, but the tension that came with it. This was exactly why she constantly kept her distance from him during company outings, meetings and collaborations, or even if they would happen to bump into each other in the hallways.

Everyone seemed to claim that Minseo didn’t like him, but that wasn’t it. It was just that Minseo was very sure she liked him.

At first, she would attempt to wave to him or give him small nods here and there, and usually he would reciprocate, smiling widely at the sight of her. But recently, Jae would ten times out of ten quickly shut her advances down by urgently looking the other way or awkwardly avoiding eye contact, leading Minseo to finally give up and mirror the same uncomfortable energy.

It wasn’t as if she wasn’t comfortable with the rest of his group, in fact, Hashtag and Everlast were quite close, if that were the right word to use. So, there wasn’t really a definite reason for Myungjae to act this way but Minseo had just chalked it down to him being socially awkward—Or something like that.

Now that all that information had been explained, it would be a little weird to find Minseo perching on one end of the leather couch that had a few tiny rips scattered across its surface with Jae laid out on the other side, piercing two large holes into her head due to the way he was staring intensely at her.

Unfortunately, this was exactly the type of situation Minseo had gotten herself into. Originally, she was hoping to find Jiseok or even Kijung inside the small dorm, since she was most familiar with them, but her hopes had soon been diminished after she was told that the rest of the group were out, doing…something.

“I mean, you can still come in—if you want.” He murmured, slightly stepping to the side to further his invitation. “It’s just, kinda quiet here. I’m not used to quiet.” Jae gently scratches his neck, his eyes averting their attention elsewhere. Minseo blankly stared at him. He seemed nervous. He had barely given her enough time to think, let alone answer his question before he began to explain himself, when there wasn’t really much that needed explaining.

Minseo interpreted his short sentence to mean a simple, ‘Hey, do you want to hang out with me? None of my first choices are here, and you don't seem too bad’. She didn’t really mind, though. Minseo had nothing better to do. “Sure, Myungjae.” She couldn't bring herself to address him by his nickname ‘Jae’ that everyone, including her (well, only in her head), had always used because it simply sounded too unnatural coming from her lips.

There was also the fact that they were not basically strangers, they had normally been able to hold a proper conversation with each other before this, so there was no reason for Minseo not to feel as if she couldn’t shorten his name affectionately.

And that’s what led them to the current scene they were in, the strange pair struggling to come up with something to say to the other when the blaring sound of whatever show that was playing on the flat screen and the loud silence was more than enough background noise to keep them silent.

The look Myungjae was giving Minseo, was making her feel a little insecure. Maybe he didn’t actually want her there and she was dreaming when he gently smiled at her and grabbed her hand, before turning around and locking the door once she was safely inside. Or maybe, there was something wrong with her. It could’ve been her hair and the way it clumsily fell over her eyes or the small cut on her forehead that stuck out weirdly and didn’t match the rest of her face.

Minseo had always been told that she could at least try and put more effort into her appearance to be appealing to others, but she never really listened, it made her feel unwanted. She let those thoughts pass, and settled on the fact that once again, Jae was just miserably awkward. Minseo shifted slightly in her seat and felt Myungjae’s eyes sharply following her closely.

It was a little odd.

She wanted to speak up, but whenever she tried to open her mouth, she would close it again in case she said something that sounded stupid (almost everything that she said was stupid, and Minseo knew that, but that didn’t matter much now) and ended up ruining the silent bond they had.

“Do you—uhm. Do you want to change the channel, or something?” Myungjae asked quietly, his hand lazily gesturing towards the remote that sat between the two.

It was as if her thoughts had been answered.

That, or her efforts had not gone unnoticed by Myungjae and he had decided to end her misery. Even if it was a little embarrassing, she appreciated it. She wasn’t really looking at the screen in front of them, so switching channels didn’t interest her at all, but she had to take her chance and make conversation. “You don’t like Winx Club?” Minseo replied, smiling teasingly. Myungjae looked panicked, clearly not wanting to upset her in any way as his eyes widened and his features stretched out across his face.

“No! Musa’s my favourite. I just didn't know if you liked it. I mean, I did sort of invite you over so it’s your judgement against mine.” He said, eyes looking anywhere and everywhere that wasn’t Minseo’s round-looking face. Cute. She shrugged it off, shaking her head lightly.

“I’ve never met a guy who likes fairies before, it’s new.” Myungjae groaned, covering his face with his hands as he flushed a bright pink. “I’m not weird, or anything. My sister used to watch them a lot when she was younger, so I did too.”

Minseo took this opportunity to shuffle towards Jae, and did so successfully. “I’m not making fun of you, I think it’s pretty cool. Plus, now I have someone to watch it with, my members hate anything magical or anything to do with fantasy and think it’s childish .” She gently pulled his hands away from his face and placed them in his lap, still holding on to them.

She blinked up at him, silently following the movement of his eyes, until they settled on her own. Minseo knew that she shouldn’t try to kiss someone based on the sudden urge to, especially since they had previously been talking about mythical beings for the past ten minutes, but the urge was strong.

Myungjae cleared his throat.

She flinched a little, creating a small gap between their legs and uncomfortably looked off to the side.

She waited a few seconds before raising her voice, slightly. “So, do you have any other hobbies?” Myungjae stared at her, his eyebrows raising slightly the longer he looked. “You can let go now, y’know, unless you don’t want to?” He looked down at their intertwined hands, laughing loudly and began to gently run his fingers across Minseo’s thighs.

Minseo was confused.

She could've sworn this was the same guy who usually almost sprinted away at the sight of her, so why was she the one beginning to get anxious?

“Okay, I’ll take your silence to mean you’re not letting go anytime soon.” She had forgotten to reply to him, it was a bad habit. He continued, “Hm, I mean, I play the guitar...” he trailed off, ceasing all other movements to press lightly on Minseo’s knuckles. “Sometimes. I’m good at it, I’m always busy, so I don’t practise or play too often.” Minseo tried to hide the way her smile broadened at his words and hummed, tight-lipped.

“I like guys who play the guitar.” She stated calmly, an excited glint in her eyes. “I think it’s pretty hot.’

Myungjae’s face flushed again, this time a hot red, but instead of hiding away and choosing to stay quiet to pretend like he didn’t hear what Minseo had said, he quickly leaned in towards her and grinned as he wrapped his arms around her waist, in an attempt to fluster her. “Yeah? You do?”

As much as Minseo would like to say she did quite well and didn’t react, it would be a lie.

She slapped his shoulder lightly, attempting to take it as if it were a joke. She pulled away from him only to turn and rest her head on his shoulder, and he turned back to his original position, his hand still placed on her hip. “Yeah, I do. Now, can we actually look at the screen, please? Bloom’s about to save Sky like the bad bitch she is.”

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all-the-things-2020 · 2 months

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Late Night Talking - Chapter Ten

Summary: The aftermath of the movie premiere.

Word Count: 3150+

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mentions of parent death, issues with body image

Tag list: @rhoorl @avastrasposts @readingiskeepingmegoing @runningmom94 @gwendibleywrites

We slept late the next morning. It was after nine when I crawled out of bed to use the bathroom. Dieter was still passed out cold, lying face down with his face crammed into a pillow, his bare ass poking out from under the covers. I took a look at myself in the mirror and wished I hadn’t. My hair was sticking up in all directions and there were bags under my eyes. It was a far cry from my red carpet look.

I decided to take a shower and start over with my hair, rather than try to tame it the way it was. When I got out, I slipped into a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, deciding to forgo a bra, at least for the time being. It was going to be a lazy day, after all.

Dieter was still asleep. I leaned over the bed to cover him up and he grunted. “Why are you so obsessed with my butt?,” he mumbled.

”I’m not obsessed with your butt,” I told him. “I just didn’t want it to catch cold.” I tucked the comforter around him and patted his bottom. “Go back to sleep, Deet. You’ve earned it.”

”What time?”

”Doesn’t matter. Go to sleep.”

He didn’t argue with me. I knew the press junket had been stressful and tiring. He deserved to get some rest.

I found my purse in the living room and pulled out my phone. I’d managed to remember to turn it off last night, so the battery was still at 65% when I powered it on. All my apps were lit up with notifications, but I went first to my texts.

SAM: You look GORGEOUS!!!!

ME: Aw, thanks. It’s all thanks to the stylists. Did my hair and makeup and everything. Felt like a giant Barbie doll. LOL

It was close to midday back East, so I knew she was probably at work and wouldn’t respond right away, so I jumped over to Instagram. I followed the studio’s page and I knew they would have posted photos from last night.

There were several pics from the red carpet, including one of me and Dieter. It was weird seeing myself all glammed up, standing beside him as he posed effortlessly for the camera. I could see that I was a bit stiff and awkward, despite the elegant dress and high heels. Still, I looked nice. Not bad for a first time, I thought. Then I started reading the comments.

She’s OLD.

Come on, girl, at least dye that gray hair. Woof.

Thought Bravo had better taste than that.

Def a publicity stunt. Prob trying to hide that he’s gay AF.

If they think we’ll fall for that, he needs a new publicist. Lots of actresses they could have hired to help his image. Barf.

I think she looks nice. For a middle aged woman.

There were positive comments, of course, many of them, but my eye went right to the negative ones. After all, most of the positive comments were simple heart emojis or “they look so cute” or other generic messages. The negative ones were more pointed.

I closed Instagram. Twitter would be even worse — there were so many trolls on there that I hardly ever posted anything anymore. Maybe tumblr would be kinder. I was wrong.

There were several posts under the hashtag “dieter bravo” that displayed one of the Getty photos from the night before and had commentary along the lines of “I’m glad he’s so happy” and “Aww, they made it red carpet official” but there was also lots that claimed to be insanely jealous of me for being beside him.

Oof, not to be that girl, but I could pull off a red carpet look better than that, just saying.

Not sure what he sees in her, but you do you, Dieter.

He looks AMAZING as always. Wish she’d worn something better.

She looks like she doesn’t want to be there. I’m sure it’s overwhelming and all but at least look happy to be next to him. I’d kill to be on the red carpet with him.

Ugh, I hate her, lol. Seriously, does anyone else think he’ll be back on the market soon? She is so not his type. Dieter fucking Bravo is a party boi.

I could feel tears stinging at the back of my eyes. It was silly — I knew they were making the comments out of jealousy or sheer assholery — but it was like being teased or excluded on the playground in elementary school. It still hurt.

Fortunately, my phone pinged with an incoming text.

SAM: Those stylists couldn’t have done it without something amazing to start with — YOU! I am so proud of you, chickie! You rocked that red carpet. And Dieter 🥵Don’t know how you manage to survive around him without spontaneously combusting. Dude is HOT.

ME: You don’t know how badly I needed that, chickie! Been looking at comments on social and people are brutal.

SAM: Fuck them. I’ve been bragging on you all day. Everyone thinks you look fabulous. Trolls gonna troll.

I smiled. Leave it to Sam to cheer me up. Then another text came in, this time from Simone.

SIMONE: Girl! You were on fire 🔥 last night. Your pic is all over campus. Kids are all planning to go see the movie with Miss Emily’s boyfriend this weekend. Eileen had such a sourpuss when I saw her, lol.

ME: Thanks! Been seeing some haters online so glad the kiddos got my back. And I’m ROTFL over Eileen 🤣

SIMONE: One of my kids was IRATE over some of the stuff people were saying about you. She was going OFF! I didn’t even know she knew where the library was, lol. If a 15yo can see through their b.s., so can you.

“Hey.” Dieter came stumbling out of the bedroom with his hair sticking straight up and one hand in his boxer shorts scratching his ass. If only the fans could see him now!

”Hey yourself,” I said. “You need coffee?”

He nodded as he shuffled toward the kitchen island. “I got it,” he said. “You looking at photos from last night?”

”I was, but people are mean. Then I got a couple of texts that cheered me up.”

”People are fucking assholes online,” he said as he dumped water and coffee grounds into the machine. He slopped water onto the counter but didn’t wipe it up. He was messier than usual when he was only half awake. “First thing Carmen told me when she signed on was never read the comments.”

While the coffee was brewing, he fished his phone out of his pants, which were draped over one of the dining room chairs. He slumped onto a stool at the island and started swiping. “You looked so good last night,” he said. Then he yawned and scratched his head. “Anyone who says different has their head up their own ass or is just jealous. Or both.”

The scent of coffee wafted through the air and a shaft of sunlight lanced through a gap in the vertical blinds. The kitchen was illuminated with golden light and Dieter’s hair became a halo of fire around his head, just for a second. Who gives a fuck what Prissy McDickface on Instragram thinks? I’m the one here with Dieter, watching him smile at pictures of us while he’s waiting for his coffee. And if Dieter could smile before his first infusion of caffeine of the day, I knew he was truly happy. Because of me.

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The movie was a hit. It was number one at the box office that weekend, and Dieter spent most of Saturday afternoon fielding phone calls and texts from Carmen and his agent. He looked every inch a Hollywood star as he sat on a lounge chair beside the pool with his Ray-Ban sunglasses on and his phone up to his ear.

“Yeah, set it up,” he said. “Can’t hurt to meet with them.” He looked at me over the tops of his shades and winked.

”Shit, I can’t believe all this,” he said when he’d hung up. “Carmen has ten journalists lined up to interview me. And half of them are from legit outlets, not just bloggers.” He laughed. “Who knew a twenty minute part would get so much attention?”

We had skimmed some of the reviews online and most of them had been positive. Many of them mentioned Dieter’s performance as one of the highlights of the film; several had used the phrase “Bravo’s back.”

“And David has two meetings booked with producers this week,” Dieter continued. “I don’t want to get ahead of myself but this might be the thing to get the ball rolling again.”

“I hope so,” I said. I knew that Dieter really wanted to get back to the level he’d enjoyed earlier in his career, where he was taken seriously as an actor. He’d taken just about any part the last few years, just to keep the money flowing but while movies like Cliff Beasts might be popular with fans they weren’t taken seriously by critics. And he admitted he’d been phoning it in before he’d gone to rehab. This film was the first project he’d worked on since and apparently he’s done a very good job.

“Just don’t get too famous and forget about the little people like me,” I added.

“I will never forget about you,” he said seriously. “And you are definitely not one of the ‘little people’ in my life. You’re huge, baby.”

“Yeah, that’s what some of the trolls online are saying,” I joked.

“Fuck them. I’ve been with skinny women and it’s like hugging a skeleton. You’re real, Em. Nothing fake about you. Which is one of the many, many reasons that I love you.”

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We had finally finished off the leftover Chinese food, so we decided to go out for dinner Saturday night. Nothing fancy, just a little hole in the wall Mexican place that Dieter was fond of, and not just because the food was good. The owners were very protective of his privacy and didn’t laugh at his clumsy attempts at Spanish. His father’s parents had been born in Ecuador, and he still had some distant cousins in South America, but Dieter and his family had only ever spoke English.

”My dad can get by pretty well,” he’d explained to me once. “He does business with one of his cousins who lives in Buenos Aires, and he sometimes visits his aunt in Santiago, but Freddy and I never learned. Hell, I took French in high school just to fuck with everyone. Freddy took German, of course.”

Although they’d come from Ecuador, Dieter’s grandparents were descended from German and Italian immigrants. “My dad’s grandpa Antonio Bravo married one of the Diefenbach girls,” Dieter had explained. “Huge Romeo and Juliet vibes there. The two families were rivals in the button business.”

My own skill in Spanish was limited to the Spanglish I’d picked up by osmosis from living in Southern California (like Dieter, I’d take French in school, because I thought it sounded fancy). But everyone at Ramon’s was friendly and very patient with our attempts to do more than just ask for what was on the menu.

”Buenos noches,” our waiter said as we sat down at our table, tucked away in the back. ”El jefe said you get free margaritas because the movie is doing so well.”

”Gracias,” said Dieter. “Um, dos platos de empanadas, por favor. Y los margaritas.”

”Muy bien! And my sister in law saw the movie last night. She said tell you she really liked it if I saw you.”

”Tell her thanks, man,” Dieter had exhausted his capacity for Spanish already. He was still running on fumes from the press junket. I could see it in his eyes.

After a delicious dinner of empanadas and enchiladas — not to mention two extremely generous margaritas — we went back to Dieter’s place and collapsed on the couch.

”If I went there too often, I’d gain thirty pounds,” Dieter said, unbuttoning his pants.

“The food is amazing,” I agreed, glad I was wearing stretchy pants. “You want to put a movie on before we succumb to the food coma?”

”You read my mind.” He grabbed the remote off the coffee table. We were only about twenty minutes into Jurassic Park when I felt his head slump onto my shoulder. He was out. I maneuvered him into a more comfortable position so he wouldn’t wake up with a stiff neck. I never saw the end of the movie. I was tired, too.

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We lay in bed, both of us wide awake at two a.m. after our nap on the couch. “Whatcha thinking about?” Dieter asked, his hand idly playing with my hair.

”Not much. Just feeling cozy. How about you?”

”I’m thinking how I could get used to this,” he said. “Dinner, falling asleep on the couch, lying in bed talking about stuff … I wish you didn’t have to go back home tomorrow.” He kissed my forehead. “You know you can move in any time you want.”

”It’s tempting but it would be a hell of a commute.”

“Quit your job. Get a new one. There are plenty of schools. You’d still be in the same union, right? Still get your pension?”

I rolled onto my back. “Deet, it’s not that easy. There aren’t all that many school library positions out there and they pay well enough that people don’t leave. Or they’re part-time at elementary schools. And other positions … yeah, I could do other stuff, but your retirement is based off of your final two years salary. If I took a pay cut, I’d get less so I’d have to work longer.”

“Jeez, you sound like my dad and Freddy. ‘Be practical, Deiter. Plan ahead, Dieter. Invest wisely, Dieter’,” he grumbled.

”I have to be,” I said. “I only have myself to rely on. You know my parents didn’t leave me anything.”

Dieter sighed. “You aren’t alone, Em. You have me.”

”For now,” I said. “I want to believe this is forever, Deet, I really do, but I just can’t jump off the cliff yet.” I sat up, hugging my knees. “I know you think I’m being too cautious, and I know it probably hurts you to hear me say stuff like ‘for now’ when you want to hear ‘forever’ but …”

He sat up and put his arm around me. “I get it,” he said quietly. “I get you. And you’re probably right. I’m too much like my mom. I need you to balance me out.”

”You don’t talk about her much,” I prompted. I knew she had passed away not long after he’d won his Oscar, but that was public knowledge.

He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah, I’m still working through some shit in therapy,” he said. “My mom … she was an artist. Painting, sculpture, stuff like that. And that was the love of her life. Art. Creating. And once she created something, she moved on. She wasn’t interested anymore once a piece was done.”

I kissed his shoulder. “You don’t have to talk about her if you don’t want to,” I said.

“When she and Dad got divorced, she moved to New York City,” he said. “That’s why I went there for college. But about two months after I got there, she moved to Europe. So I went there after I graduated. She was in Italy, so I went to Milan. Then she moved to Madrid, then Stockholm — god, Stockholm was so freaking cold — and then I got tired of following her and came to L.A.” He laid his head on my shoulder. “I was going to visit her in Switzerland after I won the Oscar. She’d actually called me and said she was proud of me. But I had a movie to do first and … it was a car accident in the Alps. She and her latest guy were on their way to Venice and a dude in a Maserati blew a turn and crashed into them.”

”Oh, Deet, I’m so sorry,” My own parents had been ill before they passed, so I’d had some warning, at least.

He shook his head. “Hey, we’re supposed to be celebrating this weekend, not confessing our darkest moments. So let’s talk about something happy. Like my bank account after the movie earns out and I start getting some checks. We should go somewhere. Romantic getaway.”

”I do have a week off for Thanksgiving,” I said. My aunt always invited me up to her place for Thanksgiving and I always declined and ended up at some friend or co-worker’s Thanksgiving dinner. It was not my favorite holiday.

”Hey, see, making plans for the future.” He nudged me with his shoulder.

”It’s like two months away,” I reminded him. “Not that far in the future.”

”Baby steps, Em. Baby steps.” Then he kissed me and we stopped talking for a while.

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As I was driving home on Sunday afternoon, my phone rang. I usually don't like to use the Bluetooth, because it distracts me from the road, but I recognized the number. It was Sam.

”Hey, Sam, what’s up?” She rarely called; we both preferred to text. Our grown up version of passing notes in class.

“Just checking that you’re still alive after spending three whole days with Dieter,” she said. Her tone was joking, so I knew nothing serious had prompted the call. “Really, I just wanted to hear your voice. I saw the movie and it just doesn’t seem real that you and Dieter are … I mean, it sounds stupid, but I had to make sure you were still you.”

”I get it,” I said. “Hey, I’m on the freeway right now. Can I call you back when I get home? We can have a good talk. I’ll tell you all about the dress and the red carpet and … maybe you can give me some advice?”

”You better not be thinking of breaking up with him, Em. He’s the best thing that’s happened to you in a long time.”

”No, no, kind of the opposite. Shit, use your signal, you asshole! Sorry, some dude in a Tesla just cut me off. I’ve got to hang up. Talk to you when I get home, chickie.”

”Stay safe, chickie.”

I ended the call and tried to concentrate on the traffic. It was an incredibly long and tedious drive to make every day. There was no way I could keep my job and be with Dieter more than just on the weekends. And I would be foolish to quit for a guy I’d only known for a few months. Right?

I shoved the thought to the back of my mind. Sam would help me figure it all out. She always did.

#dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x ofc #the bubble fanfiction #late night talking

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dk-thrive · 4 months

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We’re all insecure and hungry for validation, aren’t we?

Tired of hearing everyone talk, with false humility, about what they’ve accomplished over the past year? Me too

Be careful out there: it’s boasting season. Maybe you’ve already been cornered at a party, received your first round-robin email, opened a card to find a typed insert of “family news”, or stumbled on a social media post where someone lists their 2023 accomplishments with the baffling hashtag #humbled (you’re not, are you? Quite the opposite)...

I struggle with “success bombing” as I saw it described recently; everyone’s accomplishments all up in your face. Saying that makes me sound like I’m self-effacingly modest, a paragon of self-deprecation, which would be a brag of sorts, too – but I’m not modest. I’m insecure, in thrall to comparison, inclined to see others’ successes as a reproach for all I haven’t achieved. Isn’t there a bit of that in both extremes of this dance-off between compulsive self-deprecation and the desire to scream success from the rooftops? We’re all insecure and hungry for validation, aren’t we?

Well, not all of us. I’ve realised it’s possible not to feel threatened by other people’s expressions of pride at their and their family’s successes, whether or not it tips into bragging. I know, because there are people in my life who are comfortable and secure on their own path, able to feel simply happy for others, or if someone’s really overegging it, gently, indulgently amused. I wish I was like them, the weirdos.

So maybe those of us who feel a twinge of recognition at that Gore Vidal quote about dying inside at others’ success need to find a coping strategy other than grinding our teeth to dust? This year, I’ve adopted a blandly beatific: “That’s wonderful!” Because actually, I suppose it is? Anything that adds a drop to the leaky pot of human happiness is worth embracing.

— Emma Beddington, from "Boasting season is upon us – and it can’t end soon enough" (The Guardian, December 18, 2023)

#bosting #bragging #Gore Vidal

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roboromantic · 1 year

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episode 16.

Is this Cube? /j

wait a sec all the captions on that page are Destiny related sdjfhsdjkfhskjdfh

SAY THE LINE, STARSCREAM!

That’s……………………not quite how that went when Alex told the story 🤔 It seemed pretty obvious in his telling that Megatron was still leading the Decepticons when the spacebridge got destroyed. I know they pointed out that he was really simplifying things at the time but still. the order of events seems kinda important to get right

Also I guess Soundwave never really looked like his G1 version in this continuity? Seems like a bit of a weird choice but maybe they just didn’t wanna have to make another model

Megs also seems surprised by the fact that the bridge got blown up so 👀 blease I wanna know everything

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HSJLFDHLJKFHSDLJDFGLHJSDE MEGATRON’S THERE?????????????? *shrek voice* he doesn’t even get to play himself 😔

PLEASE LET THE MAN SPEAK

HASHTAG THIS IS NOT THE TIME!!!!!!!!!!!

oh shit they’re referencing the spark flowers from IDW1, damn

maybe there’s a message here but it looks to be mostly gibberish and I ain’t gonna take the time to go through all of it just in case. At least not right now

I’ve already seen a post comparing Blitzwing to the pointing wojak meme but I mean. It really does look like that sdjfhgsjdhfs

It woulda been neat if the graffiti was this ↓ but that mighta been a bit much to hope for

The text here is the same gibberish but upside-down and mirrored I guess for variety? But the fact that it now looks right-aligned just makes it look super out of place imo

Also it’s getting squished at the bottom (top?) instead of cut off, which is interesting

Your darkest hour, you say 👀

SDHFGDSJHFGSJH YOU CALL THAT SNEAKING???

Why is Shockwave’s head so dang small

“We began this war so none would kneel” OH? DO TELL 👀👀👀

I mean I don’t really wanna rehash the “Cybertronian government was corrupt and both the Autobots and Decepticons wanted change but the Decepticons were more ~violent~ about it” but then again without the idea of a frame type it’s a bit less. Bad

He did this at the beginning too obviously but Why exactly is Bee apologizing to Skrapnel. Was he with the Autobots for a bit???

Why are they replaying the whole dang thing. To fill time???

“I get why it started, but once it became Autobot vs Decepticons-“ PLEASE…………..DEETS…………..

JKSADHFSJSDKLJGHFDJKGHKSJKDFH “WHO DID THIS?”

man comes up here like “At last we meet again” and then refuses to believe any significant amount of time has passed? Lmao

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm there’s a Lot I could get into there but it’s late and I got a finale to watch so

OH NO WHY DOES IT MAKE THEM GRAY D:

Alien crab mech tank thing seems to be the standard Shockwave alt nowadays but once again I do wish Gun was an option

“ugly giant bags of mostly water”

………………………….I know what he meant but the way Thrash worded it made it sound like he did in fact shit himself, he just doesn’t wear pants

“Do better” is really not helpful like. I get that they’re kids and all but more concrete info on what the differences were between the factions and how they got exacerbated to the point of potentially killing their entire planet and advice on how to stop things before they escalate that far would be a Lot more useful.

this episode gave us a lot but still somehow managed to not answer anything satisfactorily aaaaaahhhhhh

actually I think I’m gonna save the finale for tomorrow I’m getting tired

#Earthspark spoilers #Chal watches Transformers

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minkkumaz · 6 months

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omg speaking abt exposure.. imagine the bonedo boys/8turn boys accidentally letting ur name slip during a live 🙊

I CAN LITERALLY ENVISION WOONHAK SITTING DOWN WITH LIKE GONGFOURZ, AND HES JUST TELLING THE FANS ABOUT HIS DAY AND HE GOES “oh yeah! yn bought me this jacket, i’m wearing it right now!” AND TAESAN JUST WHIPPING HIS HEAD TOWARDS WOONHAKS DIRECTION SO FAST. leehan slowly turns to him, then back at the tablet with a 🙂.

it’ll be even funnier if woonhak fails to notice and he continues rambling.. i feel like woonhaks the type of guy to treat a live like a family videocall. like he’s so used to calling his sister or his parenrs and just ranting abt you, so he just (accidentally) does it live.

so with YUNGYU i believe he’s the type of guy to normally facetime you whenever he can. like hes eating dinner? yeah he’d call. he just woke up and is about to do some skincare? pick up the phone. sometimes when you’re too tired, he’d just ask yes or no questions. or he’d just talk about his day.

“right omi? this outfit looks good for today?”

“omi! i had some street food with seungheon.. of course yoonsung wanted some so he came along..”

“omiii i miss youuu”

unfortunately, when hes live he also tends to fall back on his habits on facetime. when he’d be spoiling talking about a comeback, he’d be like

“im so excited for you to hear it, omi!”

the staff behind the screen just blankly stare at him and try to direct him to another topic before suspicions arouse. normally, someone would be freaked out they accidentally released their relationship to the public.. but for some reason theres a little grin creeping up on his face.

MINHO would panic, but fortunately jaeyun was on the live with him and said that the person minho mentioned was a distant relative.

“me and yn tried this filter last night..”

“yn is minhos cousin!”

but when the agency allows for the relationship to be public, and minho mentions your name.. fans would be REALLY confused on why hes dating his cousin.. then theres the 15% of the turnings who speculated the name yn was definitely his gf and NOT his cousin. (i love minho sobs)

jisung sneak..

jisung would be on a live while at your apartment, he frequently gets questions like,

“marry me jisung!” or “jisung one chance!!!”

and he’d be blankly reading them out with no reaction. but one day he accidentally goes “i dont think yn would like that..” and the comments go insane asking about who yn is..

“..oh.” he looks up from the live to see his gfs sleeping figure on the other couch. and with a small, warm smile he talks about having the most loveliest girlfriend ever.

to ur surprise, you wake up with many new notifications and a surprising hashtag on twitter.. #YNSUNG

-🍉

SLIP UPS WITH THESE BOYS AAAH!

all of these are so accurate to their personalities i can't melon :,)

woonhak would most definitely have a little rant and the rest of the boys eyes would be twitching HAHA but jaeyun would probably be there like YEAHH THATS MY GIRL I LOVE YN! then the live chat would be like wtf are yall yapping about?

and tell me why when you insert my name for yungyu's i actually exploded into a fit of giggles i smiled so hard >< but yes! i have yungyu's plus chat subscription and he's always talking about the most random things. he love love loves spending time with turnings (in this case reader, aka me >;3) and always apologizes if he doesn't text for a day! so like woonhak, he's definitely a rambler and i could totally see him messing up hehe.

you're so funny for minho's, cause dating his cousin? LMAOOO once the relationship is revealed, i can imagine whiney yoonsung complaining to turnings that his bf cheated on him </3 first with myungho then with reader sighh

I SEE U JISUNG SNEAKK waking up clueless asf to have your phone blowing up is genuinely my worst nightmare cause i'll think i did something wrong HAHA but fans would be very supportive! i can imagine reader not wanting to do a face reveal quite yet, but her arms come in frame to give jisung something THEN FANS MAKE EDITS OF LIKE HER HANDS OR SOMETHING JUST TO BE FUNNY HSJSN

#∞ ₒ ˚ omi's chats #༊*·˚ anonymous peoples #🍉 anon ·˚ ༘ ✎

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buttercantpickaname · 6 months

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So… I’m sick again. Yay.

It really just reminds me just how low my tolerance is for any type of pain or discomfort. I literally just have a sore throat and stuffy nose right now. So, what am I going to do about it?

Sulk. I’m going to sulk. I’ll take some vitamins, but I’ll mostly sulk. And take an unreasonable amount of time off of school to wallow in my misery and self pity.

Also, it’s almost like 2am for me and I’m not even tired. I SHOULD sleep, because if I don’t I’ll probably feel even worse. But the question is… will I?

At least I have my music. Specifically The Summoning and Ascensionism, both by Sleep Token. I haven’t listen to a whole lot of their music but I do like quite a few of their songs. :)

Also, I get sick often. I’m gonna make a hashtag for every post I make when I am diseased. Maybe.

#butter is diseased again #<- here it is #I hate being sick #but oh well #anyway #I’m going to be miserable for the next few days.

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cubot · 11 months

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I’m watching a movie, but my eye hurts and all i want to do is curl in bed with my eyes closed. I’m not tired in that I want to sleep, but I just want to rest. But I don’t want to waste my Saturday.

hashtag typing this with my eyes closed because i want to rest my eyes

#ramblings

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alyandajsource · 2 years

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iamaj: Throwing it back to this incredibly important moment. Speaking at the @marchforourlives event in NY last month 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Please read the comments for full transcript of Aly and I’s speech 🧡

Aly- In the early hours of April 3rd, just after playing our first show of a 35 city tour, AJ & I and our band and crew survived a mass shooting. More than 100 rounds of bullets were fired off around us as we lay at the floor of our tourbus trembling, at 2am. I’ll never forget asking our drummer to call my husband Stephen, as my heart raced & my hands shook, knowing he wasn’t on the bus, but was still at the hotel across the street. Later that evening we found out the death count. 6 people gone. Laying on sidewalks just outside the venue we played only hours before. A couple days later in Portland, we pulled up to our venue only to find out someone had been shot outside earlier that morning. And then while driving in an Uber around Atlanta on a day off, we heard gunshots being fired off in the distance. Our driver shrugged her shoulders at the sound. This should not be normal, this should not be something we “prepare” ourselves for as citizens when we walk out into the world.

AJ-When 9/11 happened security protocols at airports forever changed. Why is gun violence not treated the same way. We need to focus on raising the minimum age to buy a firearm, not allowing same day purchases, closing loopholes in state and federal background check laws, enabling more robust red flag laws, considering buybacks as instituted in countries with historically significant gun cultures, such as the UK and New Zealand, and banning semi automatic weapons once & for all. I’m tired of the argument that these types of guns are used for recreation, self defense or for hunting. They are used to kill & destroy a target upon contact. They are weapons of war. Aly & I actually grew up shooting. Our parents even owned guns. We know well about gun safety, how they should be properly stored & safety protocols at shooting ranges. But after the string of deaths that continue to flood our news, I never want to step foot on a shooting range again. I never want to shoot a gun “for fun” again. There is nothing fun about guns when you know the damage they can do. Yes you can be a responsible gun owner but this line of argument misses the obvious problem in front of us. We’ve personally seen the violence when guns are easily and readily available. The certainty of something terrible happening, repeatedly, again and again, until we do something about it, must guide our thinking. And it’s our responsibility as forward thinking citizens to step in & change the system.

Aly-We aren't just talking about mass shootings being the problem. We’re also talking about a child that finds a gun unlocked and accidentally kills their sibling, we’re talking about someone who’s in a mental health crisis and decides to end their life with a gun, we’re talking about violence, we’re talking about many different scenarios where a gun completely shatters the life of the person lost and their loved ones that are left with the after math.

AJ-After Uvalde happened Aly & I knew we had to do something beyond just donating to go fund me. We had to do something more then sending prayers inside our bunk beds on the bus late at night. More than posting hashtags on social media. We decided to share our story so it might change your view on guns. So that you can challenge your local government to do something. And if they won’t do something, we encourage you to vote them out these mid terms. They might be beholden to the gun lobby, but if we join together we can push the politicians out and elect people who will do something. We can show them with our votes that we have had enough.

Aly- I want to leave you with one more thought while we still have your attention. The other night I was standing on a street corner waiting at a burger stand & realized I was actually terrified of being gunned down while my back was turned making my order. This is a sad truth, a new reality I’m faced with, and I can only imagine the trauma others survivors face, with severely paralyzing moments they encounter daily. Amazingly, we have brave teenagers to thank for creating March for Our Lives, who are trying to shift the national consciousness. We have TEENS to thank for creating change that adults were unwilling to make. Just sit with that, it took people under the age of 21 to organize this event. That’s where we’re at. That’s the level of desperation. But it also means we have hope for the future. That no one else has to live through this.

#aly and aj #aly & aj #social media #2022 #july 4 #the text after the lone dash is the speech that aj put in the comments of this post

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that-was-anticlimactic · 3 years

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i love converting people into being zukka shippers—they’re always so confused at first and then realization slowly sinks in and they go oh

#i converted two of my roommates / one of my roommate’s boyfriend / and now a guy another roommate is seeing who is also on my sister’s #esports team lol #i also converted him into headcanoning toph as being alloaro and got to explain to him what that meant and he went ‘tHAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE #anyways #i have Many feelings so everyone that was Many Feelings With Corey Who Has Been Up Since Five Am #lol i am hashtag tired #help i typed hashtag and it autocorrected you h.asegawa sjdbdnndnd #anywho #don’t worry i’m not a prick when i convert people i’m not insistent or anything i just get really excited and passionate and i think it’s #partially my passion that gets people to go ‘oh maybe zukka is the cutest thing ever’ akdbkdbdjdjr #but if people don’t ship it i don’t force it on them !!!#que

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fushiguroll · 3 years

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HAIKYŪ BOYS WHEN HE FINDS OUT YOU HAVE A FAN ACCOUNT OF HIM

ft. husband!Miya Atsumu, Suna Rintaro, Miya Osamu, Kozume Kenma x f!reader

genre: fluff / slice of life

a/n: anonymous request from fushiguroll. Thank you anon for requesting!

MIYA ATSUMU | tackles you onto the sofa, your giggles fill the house as he tickles you. As abruptly as he started, he stopped and stared at the exposed phone screen. You followed his eyes and gasps before scrambling to your feet, holding the phone to your chest. “What was that?” “uh, nothing.” You replied, swiping close the instagram app. Atsumu grins, “is that what I think it is? Ya got a fan account of me?” He easily grabs the phone out of your hand, few simple swipes and he’s got the account pulled up. His eyes softens at the each caption filled with heart emojis and the “he’s so handsome”, “such a talented player” hashtags. He pulls you into a hug, heart hammering at your little secret. “You’re not mad at me?” “mad!? why would I ever be mad at something like this.”

SUNA RINTARO | your husband has a knack for walking very quietly, using it to his advantage for times like these, sneaking up behind you on the sofa when he catches you smiling down at the bright screen. You don’t notice him, you almost never do, as you continue to scroll through Instagram, pressing likes and commenting on each passing picture of Suna Rintaro. “Sunasrealwife huh?” his sudden interruption had you screaming as you quickly scrambled to lock your phone. “Um…what?” Suna smiles, saying nothing except hold out his hand, palms open, waiting for your phone. You hung your head and place your phone into his waiting palm. “You have a fan account of me, huh?” He smirks, scrolling through your profile full of his best pictures. He tosses the phone back to you. “Didn’t realize I would be marrying my number one fan when I proposed to you.” You pout and Suna takes this opportunity to lean down, catching your lips with his, “hey, I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. thanks for being my number one fan, baby.” “always.” The next day you get a new follower in the form of @officialsunarintaro.

MIYA OSAMU | osamu’s brows knit in concern when he sees you fuming down at your phone, fingers dancing furiously across the screen. “Baby, what’s wrong?” “Oh nothing, just replying to some haters from your fan account.” Osamu nods absentmindedly before returning to his own phone. Once your words registers in his mind, he snaps his head at the exact moment you realized you’ve let slip your little secret. Clasping your hand over your mouth, you quickly try to rectify your mistake. “I mean, I was replying to some haters on a fan account. Not your fan account. Why would I even have a fan account if you?” Your nervous laughter and ramble had Osamu laughing. “Princess, do ya have a fan account of me?” Miya Osamu has always been notoriously good at seeing through you, so you hung you head low and murmur a quiet “yes”. “Can I see?” Osamu was kind, understanding as you show him your fan account of him. “Thanks for being ma fan, I love ya.” “You don’t mind?” Osamu shakes his head before grinning, “wait till I tell Tsumu. Bet ya he’d be jealous ma wife got a fan account of me and his don’t.” Samu looks so proud, you don’t bother telling him you got your idea from atsumu’s wife.

KOZUME KENMA | “babe, what time is your live stream tonight?” “10 pm.” You nod, leaning to kiss his cheeks before leaving, typing away at your phone. Kenma is suspicious. You’ve been uncharacteristically interested in his streaming schedules these past weeks. “Why?” His words stops you in your tracks, “why what?” “Why are you suddenly curious about my streaming schedule?” Out of the many things Kenma loves about you, he loves your honesty the most. “Because I’m uploading your streaming schedule to your fan account.” “My what?!” Kenma was shocked, never expecting you, his wife, out of all people to have a fan account of him. You rush over to him, showing him the page. “Look, I’m tired of seeing other people creating fan accounts and simping over you! I’m your wife! Only I can simp over you.” Kenma smiles at your confession, heart beating faster at your adamant expression. “Well, you’re the only one I simp over too,” he murmurs quietly, before adding a quick, “want my schedule for next week too?”

reblogs & likes are v.appreciated - thank ya thank ya 💕

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screaming-flute · 7 years

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Me falling asleep on the bus to go to a football game: there should be an app where you set it to practice mode and whenever someone try’s to interrupt you while practicing, it will send a message to the sender saying “this musician is probably either practicing their music or sobbing, try again in 28 min”

#musician #music #marching band #ehh I’m tired of typing hashtags

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dreamkidddream · 2 years

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Congrats for 800 Dream! 🎊🎉 may I ask 6 for Oda with a fem reader? #Odadeservesomuchlove

Thankssss 💙 I wholeheartedly agree with this hashtag and will rep it even after death put it on my tombstone (and I will be reviving the Kunikida and Oda deserve more love club because they still do 😤😤) and I went back to school this week so this really resonated with me because it’s stressful :,) (can you tell cause look at how long this took to post lmao 🥲)

“College AU” Trope with Oda!

Dream’s 800 Follower Special 📖

It is currently 2:07 in the morning, and you are on the brink of tears.

You didn’t feel them coming on at first, and when you did, you thought it was from you yawning so much and staring at a bright screen for the past- you blinked away the tears again- seven hours and counting. Out of the 15 pages assigned, you made it to page number eight, and then you hit a mental roadblock. Maybe it was because the paper was due in less than 12 hours, or how your stomach rumbled for real food and not the small snacks you ate hours ago, your pounding headache, forcing to type through your cramping hands, running on fumes- a combination of it all and more, honestly. And while the library was gracious and understanding enough to have late hours for the students, they weren’t open 24 hours, and would be closing soon. No library means no computer, as your laptop was currently getting fixed. No computer means no assignment, and no assignment means failing.

You chuckled at your stupidity. If you just managed your time better and had started on this earlier like you planned, then this all could have been avoided. You tried, you really did- but some of these professors all had the same idea to pile everything up last minute before winter break. You’re highly convinced that this is the start of your villain origin story.

You kept laughing and shaking your head, rubbing at the tears now consistently streaming down your face. You’re tired and you just want to cry yourself to sleep to forget about this whole thing and just cut your losses. At least after crying your eyes out, you’ll get the best sleep you’ve been missing out on for weeks. You’ll fail the class and will have to register for it again next semester, but on the brighter side you’ll try to be better prepared. Your graduation will get pushed back and your pride will be hurt and you’ll feel like a failure, but what else can you do-

“Here.”

The gasp and pure shock that shot through your body had your tears on standby. You clutched at your chest and jolted when you met cobalt-blue eyes. When did he- how much did he see?!

You don’t know how long you just stared mortified at the fact that the student worker- who you just recognized to be Oda- your class study buddy that you forgot works in the library part time (how could you considering he practically lives here)- just witnessed your meltdown, but you felt something warm enclose around your balled fist- his own hand. You felt his fingers ever so delicately unwrap your fingers and place something soft into it. A napkin, you realized. And then he slid a small container in front of you, “I warmed this up in the back so you can eat too.”

“No- Oda look, I am so sorry about this.” You pushed the bowl back his way. “I know- I know you guys are about to close and I’m so sorry that I’m the reason you’re still here, and I swear that I’ll be done in-“

“I’m not worried about that.” He pushed the container back your way, and you were starting to smell the aroma it was giving off, your stomach growling in anticipation. Your need to crawl into a hole until your existence is forgotten about just grew even more. And instead of him leaving- he pulled out the chair next to you and took a seat. “Um, you really didn’t have to do this, but…did you need something from me?”

He shook his head.

Then your heart dropped at another realization. “…it’s almost time to close isn’t it?”

He nodded his head, and you swallowed the lump in your throat as you began to close your books-

“But you don’t have to leave.”

You were just about to close out of your work when you froze. “Huh?”

“You don’t have to leave because you need help, and I’m here to help. But only after you take a break and eat something first- you’ve haven’t moved from this spot in hours.”

Was it that long? Must’ve been if you didn’t even notice that he was still here, “Help?”

He nodded his head once more, “You’re overwhelmed right now, and I could read over what you have so far if you want.”

“Really? You would do that?” It was no secret that Oda’s an amazing writer, and from the graded papers and exams given back over the weeks, someone that knows exactly what they’re doing. “But- I don’t want you to get in trouble with your boss.”

“It’s fine. It’s for you, so I don’t mind.”

You could feel your eyes glistening with tears again-

“After you take a break though.” He stated, going to the door and flipping the sign to closed, locking the door. He already cut off majority of the lights except for the one in your little corner. A quick look at your phone showed the time to be close to 3, but he already made his way back to you and rolled your chair out, taking your place in front of the computer.

His face didn’t change, but his tone softened as he faced you and gently placed his hand onto of your head. “You’ve been working hard (Y/N), it’s okay to take a break and it’s okay to ask for help. I told you can always come to me for anything and I mean it.”

And you know he did. Throughout the whole semester, he has been nothing but kind to you. Even outside of class he would go out of his way to check on you, ranging from eating lunch together or just having him walk you to class. He didn’t have to do any of it and he still chose to- you sniffled and wiped away at your tears, nodding your head, weakly smiling.

You guys didn’t leave until the sun was starting to peer through the windows, and you could barely keep your eyes open as you both walked back to the dorms. The anxiety of what your grade will be was still looming over your head, but it was a problem for when you wake up.

Right now, you were focused on how needed this sleep was, and how warm his fingers felt when they brushed against your own. It felt even better when he grabbed your hand and slightly squeezed, not letting go for the rest of the way.

—

Oda was putting away books lost in his own thoughts (of you) when he heard the footsteps approaching. Footsteps that were approaching quickly. Like someone was running-

By the time he turned around, he caught you in his arms as you practically tackled him. Luckily he was quick with his reflexes and encircled his own arms around you to make sure that you stayed on your feet, but it didn’t really help when you kept jumping around anyways.

He ignored the looks and glares that you were getting from other students and just concentrated on you, how your eyes was sparkling with your excited rambling. He may not have understood what exactly you were saying with how fast you were going, but from the papers you were waving around, he got the gist of it. He forgot that final grades were in today.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou! You are a lifesaver, Oda! Just- thank you so much!”

“I didn’t save your life. I didn’t really do anything-“

“Are you kidding me?! Look at this!” You shoved the papers in his face, and he spotted the bright red circled A at the top. Even if his face wasn’t showing it, he really was proud of you, his eyes softening was any proof. He seemed to be doing that a lot more when he’s around you. “I couldn’t have done it without you, seriously. Just-“

Oda was one to not get caught off guard. If he ever does, it’s rare. He makes sure to not show it as much if he ever is.

So when he felt your lips pressed against his cheek, his breath hitched and he tensed up. But he recovered when he saw your own frozen expression, reading to unravel your arms from around him and apologize- but he just held you there and brought you closer, slowly closing the distance between you both.

He would take you outside eventually- this is a library after all and his shift is almost up- but not until he gets a few more kisses from you. Just a few more, he reminds himself, but he can’t get enough of the taste of your lips- and he can’t get enough of you.

#dream’s 800 follower special 📖#bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd oda sakunosuke #oda x reader #bsd oda x reader #bsd odasaku x reader #bungou stray dogs reader insert #bungou stray dogs x gender neutral reader #bungou stray dogs x reader

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seokmingiggles · 2 years

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to you.

on december 15, 2020, at 1:15 am, i posted my first fic. and as corny as it sounds, i never anticipated for my writing blog to take off. although it’s now privated, the fic i posted that night was not only the first story i’ve ever finished plot-wise but also the beginning to earn me my first likes, comments, reblogs, requests, followers, network applications and acceptances, friends made, tears shed with said friends, late nights video chatting with said friends, talking to these said friends on a daily basis. i couldn’t have imagined any of that. and yet, here i am, one year later.

forgive me in advance, for despite being a rather emotional water sign, i don’t like sharing the deeper, more personal feelings of mine (god, it’s probably all the damn aquarius in my natal chart). i’m the type of person who can’t say “i love you” aloud (which is probably really fucking ironic because i write so much about relationships and love on here and have a big-ass crush on lee seokmi—). but i try to say it through my actions, or perhaps in phrases alike in meaning.

for the past year, i’ve received so much love, and i’ll forever have gratitude for this period in my life, as fleeting as it may be. some of my mutuals know (i’m sorry, samanter) that i’ve joked around about quitting being a writer on tumblr. but as busy as i can get as a student, as inactive as i can sporadically be without warning—i think i like it here too much.

of course, i couldn’t have made that decision if i were alone. for the past year, i’ve unselfishly focussed on myself. i've focussed on creating content to put out into the world as small as my corner of the internet may be; i’ve focussed on prioritizing my schooling, which is honestly kind of hard not to focus on. i've focussed on mental wellbeing, on writing when feeling inspired, on not writing when i don’t feel up for the challenge. i’ve focussed on the accomplishments, both big and small, on my feelings, on the way i want to be perceived online. and now, i'm focussing on you.

this one's to all the people who i’ve grown to care about since i started this blog one year ago.

this one’s to you.

to you, who i see the most on tumblr.

@aunty-tiger-potato mary, i know i’m the worst at holding a conversation, but you keep coming back into my asks, and it never fails to make me smile when i see you in my inbox. i feel like you can somehow predict the exact moments when i’m too deeply submerged beneath my assignments, and you help to pull me back to the surface for a breath of fresh air. you remind me of a flower. perhaps a carnation. maybe it’s because you’re a poet and have such an elegant way with words—it could also be because your pfp on your main blog is a flower—but you have tranquillity accompanying your presence online.

@lovingyu04 aza!! i haven’t seen you around much lately, but i hope this message finds you well. i’ll say it over and over again until you’re tired of hearing it—but your writing is something truly magical and comforting and just plain genius. i truly hope that you know your talent because it was as clear as day to me right from the first fic i read of yours.

@lunatens omg i was so intimidated by you and your blog at first, luna !! that sounds so silly now as i look back because as soon as we became mutuals, it was in that same instant i realized what a kind person you are. literally, every interaction with you has made me smile. from countless tag games that i’m so slow at reciprocating to reblogging each other’s fics—i cherish it all. thank you for your warmth.

@adi--writes honestly, adi, i can’t remember exactly how we became mutuals. i want to say it started through fic reblog hashtags?? but frankly, none of that matters anymore when i see our friendship as nothing but supportive of each other. it still blows my mind that one of my favourite writers interacts with me, LOL. i’ll never forget your kindness in the form of sending me asks, comments, likes, reblogs, and writing two whole-ass fics for me. and now it seems like we’re attacking each other in the form of gifs?? y’know. sure, i’ll accept that challenge. ilysm.

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to you, my family in cwc.

@wonwooslibrary sham-wow-manter! :D you’re quite possibly one of the first self-admitted supporters of my writing, even before we got to know each other in cwc. but you’re also one of the first people i became close with back in january :< i know i tease and joke around with you a lot, but i hope you know none of it should be taken to heart. frankly, i care about you a lot and want nothing more than for you to follow your higher-education dreams in the near future. you have so much ahead of you to come, and i can’t wait to hear all about it <3

@ahloveisboo we were in the same cwc acceptance batch back at the start of the year, jo, and that probably helped to spark our interactions with each other. for some reason, that one time you slid into my dms with a photo of someone’s (clothed, for the sake of context if anyone else happens to be reading this) butt and asked me to identify it... which happened to be seokmin. i don’t know why that’s what i associate our friendship as, LOL. but beyond that, it’s been a pleasure to see your progression with discovering new kpop groups and figuring out your biases in each of them. yoongi and seungkwan and kevin and jacob all love you !!!

@woozisfilms lissa, the talented lil nugget ;-; please, never stop creating; never stop making art. god, if i had even an ounce of the talent you have for drawing (and writing, for that matter), i’d forever be content. but here you are, doing it all, and you’re so young still! you never fail to amaze me. seriously. i can’t wait to see what you’ll accomplish in your future.

@gallivantingheart taylor!! i can never predict when you’ll pop up in cwc, but each time makes me smile. you’re probably meena’s #1 supporter, frankly, and both she and i adore you for that. if we didn’t live so damn far away, our cats (and us for that matter, LOL) could meet up :< your sense of humour and overall vernacular (maybe it’s an australian thing?) are effortlessly funny as hell. please, never change.

@merakiiverse for a lack of better words, you’re one of the most gentle souls i’ve encountered this year, meraki. there’s an associated sincerity that follows you? yeah. i’m having a hard time putting this into words (not to mention it’s currently 3:30 in the morning when i’m typing this) >< it’s like the feeling that accompanies fresh laundry. maybe in a field of tulips in the springtime, too. that’s you. that’s you, meraki. i hope you’re doing well.

@minghaofilm fel, the day you decided to be more active in the cwc discord was nothing short of a fantastic choice. you have such an amazing sense of humour, and it would be distasteful if i didn’t say something about your writing abilities. fun fact—i reread twisted fate the other day after i rewatched endgame for the first time since i saw it on its opening weekend. i was in a really dark place around the time of that movie’s release, but reading that fic of yours somehow grounds me and reminds me that with time, changes happen. i’ve missed your presence in the server recently and only hope for the best for you. chan lobes you :D

@heartshxkr one of the first things i remember interacting with you, ves, had to do with mermaids. but not even a month later, you, me, and sam hung out in vc for like . 10 hours or something?? god, i don’t even remember, but it was a long-ass time, although passing by so quickly because we got along so fast. from there, ah, my prop prompt... i don’t think i need to elaborate there :) our interactions are probably some of the most chaotic messes, but i couldn’t care less. i think you're wonderful.

@bermudas eun! thank you for introducing me to (and revealing that i have a crying soulmate bc apparently that’s a thing now??) fork mf. i wish i was kidding, LOL. no, but beyond that, this will probably sound kinda weird, but i can almost see you as a younger sibling?? maybe because you’re the same age as my stepbrother, or maybe because i feel like . i can just tease you in a sort of way?? oml that sounds awful, but i swear it’s not in evil intent. i only can joke around with people like that once i feel comfortable around them, and not only is that prevalent around you but also within the network you’ve created. thank you for all that you’ve done to make such a pleasant and safe space for a wide variety of people. (p.s. i think you and your boyf are cute af and you’ll never hear me say that again, so bls cherish it here <3)

@woozisnoots alex, you were the first person to contact me within a week or two after i created this blog. you’re also the one to introduce me to cwc in the first place. it’s tough to say if i were to find the network on my own without your guidance, but looking back, my tumblr experience (and overall year) would be drastically different had i not followed your lead. it’s easy to think “it’s not that deep” when only considering that cwc is a network for writers, but it is that deep when considering you were the catalyst for me meeting so many people who’d become prominent figures during a time where, hell, it’s so damn lonely in person because of the pandemic. i appreciate you a lot, alex. thank you for all that you’ve done.

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to you, my lanseokers.

@cheolbooluvr hi chris,, i don’t know why this is a separate category from my cwc family, but here you go. i’m drawing attention to lanseok. you’re welcome. we only more recently began to interact more when you joined cwc, but i feel like we made a connection with our lscccp and photocard collecting :< i’ll never get over what a fantastic writer and artist you are. i perceive you as that type of person who’s good at literally anything and everything, and honestly, it sometimes intimidates the hell out of me, LOL. but alongside your talents comes a joyous person who i just know cheol would adore, too. thank you for supporting the lanseok agenda even when i try to deny it as much as i can. i think you know it makes me smile.

@februaryflowers hi hi, mei :3 firstly, i lobe you. and so does wonu. and i’d also normally say so does jihoon, but i’m learning to accept meihoon’s break-up :EUWAH:. as you said in your recent milestone post (THAT ISTG I FORGOT IS ALSO TITLED TO YOU fUK), we’ve only recently become closer. but it felt natural?? i don’t know. you’re so easy and fun to chat with, not to mention one of the sweetest, most caring, hardworking, talented, and funny individuals i know (and you’ve also given me so many seok polas and sheepo, for heck’s sake). for some reason, writing this message to you is one of the hardest on this list despite chatting with you nearly every day lately. i feel like i’m indebted to you because of how selfless you are. but beyond that, i’m glad to have found the vernon to my hao ^^ i’m probably going to sound like a grandparent now when i say that you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. i’m so proud of you and hope that you’re proud of yourself too.

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to you, who i don’t talk with as much but still cherish, nonetheless.

@hoshblr @networkluvs @sincerelyskye @starlightjoong @kthpurplesyou @escapewriter @subways-stuff @masterninjacow @gyukult @haechanblr @svtxsoju @woogyu

hello, hello!! thank you all for being a part of my pleasant memories from the past year, despite not necessarily interacting frequently. whether it’s been through tag games or mutual writing networks, you’ve all shown me kindness and patience, and i hope you know my gratitude for you all <3

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to you, any reader who has come this far.

i cannot emphasize how bizarre it still is to get traction on my works. i’m certainly not the biggest fic writing blog out here, nor do i wish to be. but regardless, any message of feedback that i’ve received over this past year has proved that i’m at least doing something right.

to quote myself from a year ago, i’d written a post saying, “i honestly didn’t expect anyone to read my stories as i don’t think they’re anything incredible, but every single like or comment thus far has been blowing me away.” that still holds up to this day. i’m no longer able to churn out fourteen fics in fifteen days (seriously, how the fuck did i do that last december??), but i’m instead prioritizing putting works out that i genuinely enjoy reading myself. i’m a significantly slower writer than i used to be, i’ll admit. yet, despite my absence for sometimes a month or two, know that i’m still here. and i don’t want that to change for at least another year, LOL.

thank you to everyone i’ve tagged above and also those (if there are any) who may have read this far down. i’m terrified that i’m forgetting to mention someone, so if that’s you, feel free to storm in my dms and yell at me. i’m only half-joking.

this post is significantly longer than i had anticipated, but i think it also captures that i genuinely couldn’t have been here for the past year by myself. i know none of you in person nor may ever meet you in real life, but—at least on my end—that doesn’t affect the closeness i feel.

i thank you all for your interactions with me, big or small, and hope for nothing but the best to come your way.

cheers to the past year, lannie

#1 year with lan #to my friends #all of you have changed my life to some degree over the past year #i hope you can feel my gratitude even for just a moment #hey scorpio-antis—this is proof that we have a heart D:#i low key hope that no one reads this entire thing bc it's a l0ng boi #mEI ISTG I FORGOT WHAT U TITLED YOUR THANK YOU POST WA #i'm literally queuing this to the hour and running bc good golly !! there's so much of my feelings in this post !! and i'm hecking scared !!

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:0 uh more Dream smp stuff?? cause y’all liked the other one??? (Georgenotfound edition & kinda long)

being Dream’s sister was rough already so imagine how tough life gets when you start dating one of his besties???

you met george through dream - obviously - and well.. putting it kindly, you hated each other. I mean, HATED each other! It always became a rivalry between you two, shooting down one another’s video ideas and never compromising until Sap or Dream stepped in.

“why do you hate him?” dream groaned as he watched you dislike ANOTHER Georgenotfound video. you glanced up at your freakishly tall brother before scoffing

“because he’s a spoilt brat and.. and he shouldn’t expect everyone to grovel like you do.” you scoffed, as Dream groaned, scrubbing his hands over his face.

“y/n,”

“nope, nuh-uh you green tellatubby i’m not befriending him.”

“you’ve been hanging out with techno and tommy on discord too much.. Anyway, just.. please TRY and get along with him? at least pretend for a little bit - the fans get all protective and will baby him before they defend you..” dream’s voice trailed as he sat next to you, making you huff.

“ofc they’d baby him.. and it’ll be fine - I’ll be fine, Clay! I’m a big kid, some trolls on the internet won’t upset me.” you grinned, wrapping an arm around your little brother’s shoulders. he rolled his eyes before poking his index into your ribs, causing you to yelp.

“okay, but i warned you and i’ll try and help if stuff gets too much, okay? remember you’re my sister.. i still worry about you.”

“okay, don’t get sappy you waking tree! we have a stream to start,”

which lead to now.. A Geoguesser and Jack Box stream with the Dream Team ft. y/nwasnttaken - it started out awesome! The chat was having a blast having their boys stream, the guys were happy to be streaming, and you were having a great time.. until George came after you for guessing the wrong country..

“seriously, y/n?? you were, like, a million miles away!” george snorted as sap and dream joined in the laughter, you sighed before faking a short laugh.

“please, you usually suck at this game and it was one bad guess while you’ve been guessing wrong foe the past five minutes.” you couldn’t hold back the slight venom in your voice as the discord grew an awkward silence as chat began to grumble about the sudden change in atmosphere.

“chill, y/n/n, i don’t think George had an real issue, right Gogy?” sap nervously chuckled, he knew just as well as dream that for some reason you and george were always at one another’s throat.

“yeah, i had to ill intent, it’s called playful banter, y/n lighten up, honey,”

“is this just go after y/n day or what? i don’t mean to be an asshole but you’ve been after me the entire stream! and maybe the fans and you guys don’t care, but it’s hard to act like im not affected by you constantly bashing me and then laughing when dream or sap - or even yourself - get it wrong!” you grew quiet once your piece was out in the air, your heart was pounding against your ribs and you felt like you were going to be sick. “i..”

“y/n/n,”

“no! no, it’s… im just going to go, you guys have a good stream.” you quickly exited the discord call, closing out of all your tabs and leaving yourself to stare at your shrunk form.. oh shit..

you grabbed your phone and opened Twitter, a mistake honestly, it was already trending.. clips, screenshots, and the #nightmareofasibling in the US. you gawked at the screen - tapping the hashtag, you should’ve listened to Dream..

‘i knew they were lousy but my god it’s a game..’

‘they always act like they’re better when they aren’t, poor gogy 💔😔’

‘i feel bad for dream and sapnap - they have to live with that 😳’

‘@y/nwasnttaken you disgust me and i can’t believe they even tolerate you. rot’

each @, each tweet was one wishing for your demise or saying that the dream team deserves better. maybe they’re right but you had a right to stand up for yourself! sure.. it was a over a geoguesser game but dealing with that for an hour in a half, anyone would be tired of it.

tears were already starting to drip as you hastily wiped at your cheeks, attempting to keep the water works at bay. it got harder when a ping went off from your phone, indicting another tweet was made at you. even with your blurred vision you frowned as @GeorgeNotFound popped up.

‘Regarding the stream, I do not hate y/n. Nor do I want hate sent to them. I will not tolerate any of my fans hating on one of my friends, it was partly my fault for antagonize them.

I care for them deeply and I hope they know how sorry I actually feel and the guilt rushing through me while I write this. I hope you can forgive me, sweets.. @y/nwasnttaken’

you hiccuped a laugh, a small smile breaking across your lips. you liked the tweet before heading to discord to find your messages had been blown up - Niki, Wilbur, and George had sent you multiple messages asking how you were. Selecting George’s messages, you grinned..

‘y/n?? hey come back to the stream’

‘i was kidding, come on, this is how we work..’

‘okay, i’m starting to get freaked out cause you’re not answering and twitter is spamming- shit i need to fix’

the messages had stopped for a few minute before a small video was sent, showing george in his recording room.

“y/n i’m honestly really sorry, it was dumb of me to keep poking at you when you looked and sounded like you didn’t like it - it’s just.. that’s how we’ve always been! i just.. please message me when you can? i know dream’s already pissed at me, and sap won’t stop threatening me to fix this now - even though they laughed too - BESIDES the point… just message me soon?” he sheepishly sent the camera a small smile, his cheeks and nose a slight red. you couldn’t help but roll your eyes before quickly typing him.

‘y’know i have half a mind to be pissed at you, but.. i’m sorry too. i should’ve have blown up at you or the others, especially on stream.. can - can we hop on call and sort this out?’

Gogster is typing… Popped up instantly, making a smile flash across your face. Suddenly a call chimed in, making you jump slightly before clearing your throat and answering the video call.

“Y/N!! Oh my god, you answered- ah, i’m so sorry I just, teasing each other and acting like we hate each other was always our act and I know i pushed it too far on stream,” George continued to ramble as you shook your head.

“George, Gogy you’re rambling..” you mumbled as he looked back at the camera, clearing his throat with a sheep smile on his face.

“uh, sorry.. look, can we just.. try again?” he muttered as you broke into a dazzling smile.

“we can, but I still get to call you Gogster..”

George broke into a loud laugh, you joining in with his contagious giggle. He nodded, clearing his throat again as he sighed gently.

“That’s all i ask, y/n.. but can i tell you something? dream and sap have been nagging me for the last couple of months to mention this..” His voice trailed as you nodded, rolling your shoulders and sinking further into your chair.

“i may not get along with you, British brat.. but you can always talk to me,” you smirk as George coughs out a laugh, shaking his head as you broke into a grin.

“you’re jealous that I have a hot accent, but seriously.. i.. Y/N I’ve liked you for a while and I’d like for us to try,” his voice trailed out as you blinked, staring at the dark brunette before giggling.

“i.. i actually have a trip coming up, to come see Niki and Wilbur.. I wouldn’t mind adding another person.” You trailed, sheepishly glancing at George as a large smile broke across his face, making you giggle as he quickly nods and laughs.

“Wait, really?! But- But we always- We.. Oh my gosh!” safe to say.. George was at a lost for words and you couldn’t help but be excited for these next two weeks to fly by..

and ofc dream and drista and sap made bets - dream bet you guys would date because of drama, drista just bet that you’d go on a date but would want to kill each other, and sapnap bet you guys would want to instantly date - some were more right than others, but in the end,.. Y/nistaken & Georgewasfound became trending and knocked the harmful trends down

#georgenotfound #georgenotfound imagine #georgenotfound x reader #gnf imagine #gnf #dream smp x you #dream smp x reader #dream smp #dsmp x y/n #dsmp #georgenotfound dsmp #mcyt gnf #hc???

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