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leam1983 · 1 year

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Temperaments

So. We've settled down to talk Boring Adult Budget Stuff, and Walt's effectively come down from his plan-covered iPhone-induced euphoria when he finally discovered what Sarah and I had made little to no bones about for three months.

Not giving actual names as per my usual policy, but let's say that Walt, Sarah and I are subscribers to the Yellow ISP and Cable Provider that's fairly ubiquitous around Montreal and Quebec. Local kiddos on here will know exactly who it is I'm talking about, everyone else can just sit by while I spin my yarn. Yellow's recently unveiled a reasonably-new-fangled all-in-one Smart Home, Telephony, Cable and Internet access package that can be subscribed to on a modular basis. We all have our respective cell phones and pay our own bills, the only things we were looking to foot as a trio involved Cable and Internet access. Shortly before Christmas, Walt realized that said new service came with a discounted iPhone or Android of fairly recent provenance, and pretty much saw dollar signs.

For three months, he's been loving his phone - and he's the least technophile guy I know. Sarah and I are the trio's tech-heads, he's the requisite Boomer-in-technological-prowess-only who can't remember how to access the TV remote's Favourites menu even if he, himself programmed it.

For these three months, Sarah and I frequently mentioned that this package deal came with a discounted smartphone plan, yes - but a 15$ price hike on ISP services. Not a one-shot 15$, but fifteen bucks extra per month. We live in an age where everyone has too many subscriber services to count and that seems like the kind of sum Sarah and I just shrug off, but Walt is from another breed entirely.

He's an early Gen Xer, in the sense that although he's more chill than a Boomer, he still has a few quirks picked up from his pre-Flower Power parents. Namely, he has what I'd call a sense of monetary morals.

I'm much more lax, in comparison. I've worked in Sales, I know the pitches, I just tell most sellers to fast-forward to the post-"discount" price and to let me a few days to think it through, if one applies. Some kid tells me he'll re-jigger my Internet and Phone bills so I get X amount of dollars shaved off? I start looking for where that X is put back. In clearer terms, I expect a certain amount of pecuniary dishonesty. Not Walter. Walter's our Boy Scout, our Captain America Northwest Ontario Plus Body Habitus.

So that hike we spent three months mentioning over and over only just registered. Now, well, Walt's in Righteous Indignation Mode, something that drives me as much nuts for him as it sometimes makes me want to laugh out loud.

Now, you'll ask me, doesn't Walt work with salespeople? Didn't he know what to expect? For cars, sure. For every little thing that fits with his expensive tastes - absolutely. You can't get one past him. Not at all. He's like a hawk.

For tech, though? I imagine all he could see while the Sales kid blabbed away was a reshoot of the Business Card scene from American Psycho, with himself in the role of Tim Van Patten.

Oh my God, an iPhone 14. Look at the compact size of it - he's even got a watermark engraved name and address backplate...

He was so proud of himself, too, acting like the non-tech-savvy type had just managed to score one over his nerd lovers - and we told him time and again that the other shoe was going to drop.

Well, drop it did.

Turns out Yellow ISP's registered this new service under a brand-spanking-new company, with a brand-spanking-new referral code for authorized payments. As in, they're not the same financial entity as our ISP proper. Walt just footed the bill for his phone to the ISP like he previously used to, not realizing that he was crediting our Internet and TV bills and defaulting on his new toy...

Let's go back to this evening. We've had some tender moments together as my previous post indicates, we've also had dinner and settled down to watch TV and gab away, and then the boyfriend wakes up from his post-supper and pre-bedtime kip to crack his knuckles and Pay Some Bills.

Now, you have to know something about Walt: he's an Anglophone through and through, and works a bit in reverse from us Québécois. We speak French on the daily and switch to English for the sake of emphasis, while he speaks English almost constantly and switches to an almost snobbish, almost excessively precise Metropolitan French to underline things or add some emotional weight.

The end result is Sarah and I are liberal with the usual câlisse and tabarnak that make up the usual basics of Québécois swear words, while my buddy makes it a point to swear like he's from Paris. Sarah and I think this is hilarious - it's another wrinkle in Walt's adorably self-aware delusions of sophistication.

Things ramp up over the evening. First there's mustache-tweaking, then there's occasionally making quiet trumpet noises while bugging out his eyes at the papers set in front of him, and then there's Walt getting frustrated enough with the ISP's Customer Service goons to switch to a Received English Pronunciation dialect, pinching his index and fingers together almost like Donald Trump as he tries to wrap his increasingly-obvious condescension for whoever's on the phone with him with a brittle veneer of politeness.

Then, the suit jacket comes off. The sleeves are unbuttoned and rolled. The tie is undone and, finally, a few minutes after loosening his shirt's collar, Walter hangs up, mouth agog, and sends me an endearingly tragic look of supplication.

"Putain de merde!" leaves his mouth with even more forced precision than Sam Reid could ever muster as Lestat de Lioncourt.

I glance at Sarah. "Catastrophe funds transfer?"

She nods. "Catastrophe funds transfer."

Walt owed, oh, let's invent a sum and say several hundred dollars in unpaid network access fees. We split the lump in two, and I then gestured for him to give me the phone, adding a few finger-snaps for good measure. "You're off the case, Walt - I'll make things easy for you in a jiff." I tell him.

I called Customer Service again and instead of giving them a flummoxed Early Senior who was coming down from what had felt like the Deal of the Century, I gave them a customer who knew what he wanted. I rattled off account numbers with some assistance from Sarah, and arranged for Walt's phone bill to be fused with our actual ISP bill. Walt wanted me to add that paying an "undisclosed" fifteen dollars extra was making me "quite unhappy", but I figured I'd turn the CS rep's script on them.

"Listen, Kev - I've worked CSI before in the past. You've got me on the phone: someone who's patient and agreeable. Someone who's been there. If you want, I can pass you to the other guy, who'd want to drag your supervisors to the court of public opinion. Look at my record, look at miss Tremblay's record - we're solid clients. Do something about those fifteen bucks extra, and I'll throw in a glowing recommendation for the Customer Service survey you're guaranteed to email me with afterwards."

Ten minutes later, I hung up and glanced back at an ashen-looking Walter C. George, feeling pretty good about myself.

"They looked at Sar and I's cell phone bills and found years of unclaimed credit, seeing as we always round out our payments. We've earned ourselves six months at zero bucks in upkeep fees."

Walter floundered in French. "Why can I dance circles around Sales reps in dealerships when a nineteen year-old with a sales pitch and a designer lanyard gets to string me along?"

I smirked. "For the same reason you get to hop across the office's staircase while being unable to stay awake past 7 PM, and the same reason I get to hold altogether too much administrative power over the office network while needing your arm to negotiate the front lobby."

#long post #life post #customer service woes

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i was inspired by @leonzhng to make a fancy version hehe (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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thank you to @xiaosean for setting this off, i honestly don’t know how our brains work but that conversation about onlygifs was what started this all i guess? jessica the single braincell is really working over time here xx

about crediting content creators:

i think i talk about this extensively here but please let me remind you again, stealing i.e. reposting without credit or claiming for your own in any way is not cool under any circumstance

the least you could do if you wish to use someone’s work is to credit them and respect the watermark, it is beyond frustrating and heartbreaking to see your own work (after you’ve spent hours creating it) just simply taken by someone else and in some cases used as the base for another gif. just because something doesn’t have a watermark, does not give you the right to take it!

we are not paid to do this! in fact, i’m probably racking up more debt since i pay monthly subscription to use adobe suite. we make gifs because we genuinely enjoy to do so and we love the interaction we get with the rest of the fandom! most people are so supportive and so appreciative and that’s why we continue to make content! please don’t take advantage of that, especially of those creators who gracefully do not put their watermarks.

so please: respect the content creator’s wishes and don’t repost their work

#watermarks #i have loved seeing everyone's watermarks oh my god #ruby DID WE START A REVOLUTION?#i actually love this watermark #might use it forever #who knows #the untamed #what's the tag for this #reposting #????#watermark wars #watermarkgate #i honestly don't know

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pinkhairedlily · 3 years

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Chapter 11 - Student Council President Sakura / Graduation Chapter

SCPS AO3 | PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Youtube playlist for your reading accompaniment

They held a run-through of the graduation ceremony on the last day of class and technically the last day of the trio’s high school life. Unlike their first general assembly, Uchiha Sasuke was to deliver the graduation speech but not without great sulking from Haruno Sakura who landed a close second despite ranking first in their final exams.

And obviously, not without Sasuke trying to give up his speech privileges by campaigning instead for Sakura.

In the end, all three of them were granted speech slots – one for Sasuke as valedictorian, Sakura as student representative, and Naruto as the school’s first national MVP. It was this debacle that led the three of them to brainstorm in an empty AVR after the dry run.

“Done!” Sakura yelled like the diligent student she was. “Let me look at yours!”

Sasuke presented her a blank paper while saying, “It’s all prepared in my head”, and Naruto showed her his baseball doodles.

“Oh God, you’re all so hopeless.”

Then the electricity suddenly got cut off in the AVR. Sakura expected the boys to screech in surprise and cling to each other, but she only heard silence in the dark. She jumped in her seat when the doors opened with a loud bang, a confetti splash, and the lights coming back to life.

Sasuke and Naruto were still in front of her, holding two bouquets of irises and yellow roses. Behind them were the old and new student council members with other students holding a large banner saying Thank you, Student Council President Sakura!

She started to leave her seat to come to them, but they gestured for her to stay on her seat. In front of the room, the large monitor beeped and showed a compilation of videos.

Sukehiro Aoi, an alumni and currently an intern in an animation studio. “Hello, Ms. Pres. You once asked the body to submit a publication material for an event of the student council, and I sent mine through a dummy email with no expectations of winning. I wasn’t comfortable with the public seeing my art. I was afraid of the unsolicited remarks so sending it anonymously gave me some relief. You chose it however, and you knew how big a credit was to an artist. I was really scared when you were able to hunt me down just by my watermark, but my name in the info blast caught the attention of a school board member and referred me to this animation studio. It was the littlest thing, but you handed me my dream.”

Watanabe Kota was a year below them. He has a small frame, round thick glasses, and battled with face acne. “Ms. Pres! People never had much confidence in my physical appearance, so I don’t know what you saw in me when you asked me to take over the school radio. But here we are – we’re airing daily and we even produce documentaries and radio programs. Thank you for seeing what I didn’t.”

Ito Amanaya, a typical jock in the football team, muscular and came across as intimidating, but he had the gentlest cadence. “I was bullied by the same group that bullied your dynamic duo. When you ran them off, you also saved my life. Thank you, Haruno.”

Kimura Shinze, a classmate in third year, beautiful, popular, and the captain of the cheering squad. “Hope you’re having a great day, Ms. Pres. Remember that time when the class was guessing who were our crushes and I blurted out that it was a girl, you told me thank you for telling us. That was…a big deal to me. Thank you for that gesture.”

Himurata Aoi, president of the koto club. “Sakura, I know you had many people come up and confessed to you so when I did try, I was glad that you didn’t give me a bullshit reason like you’re not into girls. You turned me down because you have someone you already love. I am thankful for your honesty.”

The biology teacher, Takahashi Kande. “Student council, thank you for your mental health program. As a single father to twins, I don’t have the luxury of time to sit in a couch and sort out my issues. To be able to do that in my workplace during breaks is a heaven-sent gift. You saved me and my family. Thank you.”

Many more messages came on, from a classmate she lent spare change to, from a staff she helped clean, from countless students who she wasn’t aware she gave kindness to.

“Why….” She asked breathlessly.

“You’ve been beating yourself lately. We thought you needed some reminding,” Sasuke muttered, under his breath, the bouquet still in his hands. “You left some pretty big footprints, Ms. Pres.

“You might not have noticed,” Naruto jested. “But this is always innate and natural to you, isn’t it?”

“Why did you bother so much?” She was reduced to tears.

“It was Naruto’s idea.”

“Huh? You did all the compiling though!”

“Shut up, it was me,” yelled the current president.

“Thank you, everyone.”

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It was a weekend, but Sasuke requested Sakura and Naruto to meet him at the school gates. He only gave the time and place, and he knew well enough that they would be there – no questions asked.

They stood there, minutes earlier than planned, a first but nothing more unusual than homebody Sasuke asking them to go out on a weekend. Sakura wore an oversized rust shirt over a pair of muted cotton blue trousers tied with a brown leather belt and tan fisherman sandals, her long hair kept in one single braid at the back. Naruto probably expected a fancy lunch with his outfit – black silky long sleeves over gray pants and black loafers.

Sasuke, high on impulsive decisions, wore bright colors, a complete departure from his usual neutrals; mustard vest over a deep violet polo, baggy pants, off white converse, and a white fanny pack. “Well, we’re mostly dressed for comfort, except for that idiot beside you.”

“What do you mean dressed for comfort? I borrowed these loafers from my vice-captain and my feet aren’t used to them,” Naruto whined. “Besides, aren’t you taking us out to a five-star meal, Mr. Valedictorian?”

“Wow, what a way to show off.” Sakura pursed her lips in annoyance. “Don’t worry Naruto, I got your next café order.”

“Ah no. It was just something we heard from the grape vine.” Naruto scratched his head and carefully glanced at Sasuke. “Grumpy got his trust fund today.”

In bated breaths, they waited for him to respond with a scowl or a retort, but he just nodded. “Come on, we’ll miss the train.”

They traveled for three stations and disembarked on the fourth, Sasuke sandwiched in between the two, his shoulders pillows again to their heads and yet such burdens were light as cotton. The surfacing emotions since last week were taking hold of him, but he needed to pull through somehow because breaking down while commuting was one thing he did not really see doing.

“Word just got in. The house was turned over this morning,” Itachi told him over the phone.

“Impeccable timing when I’m also moving abroad next week.” Sasuke pulled out his Bleachers vinyl and anticipated another lonesome lull for the night.

“Do you miss the cream puffs?”

“Nothing comes close.”

“Hmm. I’ll pay for the rental fee of your car.”

In Itachi’s defense, while he was an afficionado of escapism, he also knew how to read between the lines. “Watch me get a Mercedes-Benz.”

“I have a good driving playlist.” This only meant math rock, and Sasuke wanted something to scream his lungs too.

“Don’t need one.”

“Treat your friends to dinner, okay? Gotta go.”

“We’re walking?!” Naruto almost limped out of the train. Sasuke took one look at his heels and saw that they were bruised red. He took off his converse and socks and gave them to him.

Sakura whipped out a small first-aid kit and covered the rash on Naruto’s heels. “Hey don’t look at me like that. Brought it just in case we’re going on a day survival tour. A camping would be nice too.”

“Did you scrub your feet, idiot?”

“You think so low of me grumpy. Of course – last week!”

With Naruto now comfortable, the three resumed walking on the unfamiliar residential area. Sasuke gestured for them to enter a bamboo forest on the far side of the main road. Hidden in the shadows of the clumped stalks were a small opening, the growth hampered and ground rid of grasses and weeds; many people have also chosen this shortcut, walked through the forest, did a little nature bathing, and emerged behind the bakery, still there, still standing, still operating.

Sasuke tapped on the large glass window cum counter on the front and bought three sets of cream puffs.

“Oh, it’s you,” the old baker greeted. “You brought your friends over? You always buy one set.”

Sasuke offered her a smile, briefly glancing to his periphery where Sakura was fussing with Naruto’s feet, and nodded as he accepted the paper bag. “It’s on the house, kid.”

“You brought us to stalk someone’s house?” Sakura dug in one paper bag, bit the puff in one bite, and with full mouth, she sighed. “This is heaven.”

“It’s our old family house, before the accident that is.” Sasuke also took out one puff and munched on it, ruminating on the sight before him, a two-story house with an imposing façade, his mom’s climbing hydrangea gone and cut by the new owners, beds of roses and daisies already withered, but the wisteria tree on the vacant lot beside continued to grow and shade what he supposed were the children’s rooms. It was in his third bite that he saw the tomato fruits he planted, alive and full with harvest. “Do you think my parents know?”

Naruto slid an arm across his shoulder and grinned sheepishly. “Then they would be happy ghosts or maybe they would voluntarily move away to give the new owners the opportunity to make it a happy a home like yours.

“What part are you gonna miss?” Sakura asked, halfway through her set of puffs.

“The sight of the wisteria before I sleep and after I wake up, and the sunlight in my parents’ room. My dad liked to make these suncatchers for my mom. The play of light was a good morning greeting, she said.”

“What’s your funniest memory?” Naruto sat on the grass, uncaring for the stains that would taint his good pair of pants.

“It was probably Christmas when I was seven, and Itachi had this big idea to bake a cake, but he swapped the sugar for the salt and we were wondering why it wouldn’t make a custard. Our parents still ate it, saying it was a very salty version of dark chocolate cake.”

“It was a good home,” Sakura patted the space between her and Naruto and Sasuke sat down cross-legged too, dipping his hand on the paper bag with the last cream puff.

“It was a good home,” Sasuke agreed as he bit into the last vestige of his family memory. He was suckling the powdered sugar off his fingers when he realized he was already crying, and the two were downright sobbing on his either side.

Such an embarrassing sight to see; he wondered what would the new owners feel if they looked out their windows this instant and saw three teenagers breaking down on the road across. It was honestly stupid and laughable to a point, considering how funny it was for grief to become lighter when someone else cried with him.

Naruto was sniffling so much that he had to offer his handkerchief to him. “I forgot to tell you guys. Hinata confessed to me during the cultural festival.”

“Oh my god. What did you say?” Sakura took a tissue out of her bag and dabbed her eyes. She flashed an apologetic look to Sasuke who already offered his hanky to Naruto’s fluids.

“Ah, what else? I had to reject her.” Naruto sneezed on Sasuke’s handkerchief again. “I told her I was in love with someone else.” He slyly glanced at his raven-haired friend and pursed his lips which Sakura quickly caught.

“Who is it?”

“Sasuke also likes someone.”

“Shut your mouth, blondie. Point is already moot. Besides, we’ve already been rejected.”

“Who are these people and why don’t I know them?” Sakura genuinely looked offended. “I could have vetted them!”

“Exactly why it was fortunate you didn’t meet them,” Sasuke said as an excuse though he pegged Sakura for not being that naïve. She, thankfully, let it go and gathered their trash. She dropped the bomb as she was brushing the grass blades from her trousers. “My parents are divorcing. Such a travesty not to have them show up on graduation day, and I thought I did a great job.”

The two, ever so sure, held onto her hands in case she was trembling again.

“Let’s get that five-star dinner,” Sasuke suggested, “and we need to rent a Mercedes-Benz.”

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Graduation Day

“Let’s welcome to the stage, class valedictorian, Uchiha Sasuke.” Kakashi was the officiating faculty today so she expected difficulty going through the event, but for some reason, he slipped into her mental back burner, no longer taking up room in her active consciousness. That was a good step, she smiled to herself. Her smile became wider as Sasuke got up the stage.

His fans club’s cheers were heard outside the auditorium, and the graduating class chuckled at the quick interruption. He cleared his throat and started his piece.

“Please get it on record that I was coerced to do this speech. Then again, I also had a hand on the turn of events that led me here today, in front of you. And it’s a little too on the nose, but I came to high school with a clear set of goals – have high grades and lead an uninteresting life. I accomplished the first one rather easily, and it’s a good metric for the future that’s upon us right now. Good grades land us good colleges. Good colleges land us good jobs. Good jobs land us good life.

But it’s not the sole benchmark as I have learned lately. You see, my second goal really missed the mark. Good life can also mean good friends, fun experiences, a caring environment, a complete family. If you ticked off each one, then that’s very notable. You have the four-leaf clover, and it’s a rare blessing. I only ticked off three, but that goes without any regret. If you only have one silver lining in your high school memory, then that makes us all the more human. And if there’s none, there is still is still a whole stretch of possibilities we can discover to find one. Thank you for your kind attention.”

Sakura was pretty sure she heard several sniffles across the student body. “The bastard delivered a good speech,” she muttered to herself.

“We would like to welcome our first national MVP, Uzumaki Naruto.”

Outside, the school band played the cheering anthem for his last national games. The cheerleaders also did a routine in tribute to him. That made him well up when he got to the podium.

“Wait oh my god, I’m tearing up so much.”

Sasuke grunted loudly and went back the stage to hand him a handkerchief which Naruto quickly used to wipe his snot.

“Thanks Sasuke. How can Kakashi-sensei let me follow after that rousing speech, and before Sakura too. It’s kinda evil.”

Laughter broke out.

“Well, this one’s a bare minimum. I didn’t have any goals or expectations, unlike genius grumpy over there. I just wanted to live my life like an ordinary boy. Someone said that how you spend your day is how you live your life so I did just that – ate ramen, slept in class because I am a growing kid, and played each arcade game until I won them. I also believe in serendipitous – thanks Sakura for this word, for the spelling and meaning – serendipitous coincidences. I just pitched and batted for former captain Haru one afternoon and now we landed in the national finals. I had loneliness for a friend, but now I’ve got all of you. And you know what else, the magic of working together. We wouldn’t have stepped foot in the nationals if it weren’t for your collective help. When we work towards a common goal, that also gives us common happiness, right? It’s infectious, a bouncing energy that gets thrown around and still makes it one piece. So wherever you will be after this, believe it!”

When Kakashi called her name next, she thought she was deaf, the noise around her collapsed in muted decibels. It took a minute before her fellow classmates shook her and motioned for her to quickly come up the stairs. Her silver-haired teacher looked so concerned in the shadows, but for what it was worth, she was civil and calm enough (at least in the matters concerning him) to nod at him in quiet exchange of assurance.

It was because she saw both of her parents at the side with a bouquet of roses. She struggled with the paper she brought with her although she had it memorized in her head; she even went through it flawlessly for three times last night. Tears blurred the words and the mere shock of the sight of their togetherness disabled her mental function to string coherent thoughts. She also started hyperventilating, her breaths coming faster than what her lungs could pump.

Then she felt Kakashi’s hand on her shoulder, a steady presence, and it reeled her back to reality. He tapped the mic and the feedback echoed. “Ah, Ms. Haruno had some technical issues. Again, let’s welcome former student council president, Sakura.”

Sasuke and Naruto in the front were almost standing, but she flashed them a smile as if to say she was okay now. “Hello, good day to our honorable guests and graduates. I think it’s safe to say that Sasuke and Naruto provided really good words of advice. So I have nothing more to offer, but to share my gratitude. Everyone was saying the student council did a good job in its programs, but it was actually the lot of you who made this possible – from your activity suggestions to participation and feedback. After all, you were the makers of your memories.

Earlier last week, my councilmates and friends reminded me how small actions go a long way – a smile, a wave across the hallway, a short exchange of good morning and see you soon, and I thought, aren’t we all just an accumulation of these small, little things? As such, it was what you think your insignificant moments were that pushed us to deliver you the best. It was the passing comment, the top-of-your-head tips, the interlude stories we hear during lunch breaks that allowed us to give you grand gestures and memories we hoped were worth keeping. And if we could start to use that perspective as well in our lives then maybe the uncertainties of a future wouldn’t be so heavy on us. We will face tomorrow with a lightness in being.

In behalf of the student council, thank you for allowing us to serve you.”

She bowed at a level where her torso was almost aligned at her hips, and she was confused with the lack of reaction. Sakura sighed, mulling over the deficiencies in her speech, but she straightened her back to a sight of a standing ovation and a thundering applause.

Then, she let her tears fall.

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“Why would you let Kakashi-sensei take the pic?” Sakura hissed at them.

“Just this one time, Sakura!” Naruto grinned.

“Sakura, you’re out of the frame,” Kakashi remarked. “Okay good. Say cheese.”

In spite of her recent heartbreak with him, she permitted herself to bask in fleeting cordiality. “Cheese.”

“Grumpyyyyyy.”

“Idiot blondie.”

Kakashi took three more shots and handed the camera to the trio. He almost turned away when Sakura caught his sleeve.

“Just one more,” she said. “With you.”

Sakura shifted to the front, almost kneeling with the camera angled for a selfie, her two friends beside her looking equally annoyed as the other, and Kakashi behind them, his hands on either head, smiling with his deceptively charming beauty mark.

It was the last picture of their high school life.

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The three were rushing through the airport crowd fifteen minutes before the immigration closes gates.

“Here!” Sakura slid a folder on the large pocket on Sasuke’s bag. “It includes your passport, your flight details, your valid IDs, your itinerary, and letters from us! Don’t forget our Friday video calls!”

“I can’t see. These tears are bullies,” Naruto said through tears. He was continuously wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

“And If I don’t get on my flight because you made us eat ramen for one last time and the orders took too long, I’m gonna have you cursed by a witch and a shaman!” Sasuke growled. The guards were starting to close the gates when a sobbing Naruto sprinted and basically tackled the guards on the floor.

“Sasuke come on, hurry up!”

“Drink your vitamins! And if you miss cream puffs, I’ll teach you how to make them.” Sakura was trying hard to keep pace with Sasuke’s brisk walking, but she ended up breathless anyway.

The three of them finally reached the immigration entrance, and Naruto was profusely apologizing to the guards for the interruption. Sasuke showed his documents, wheezing as they looked at it. They gave him a thumbs up and opened the gates.

The two were already slumped at the floor, waving without words, and exhausted from the clock race. Sasuke was almost through when he remembered something he forgot. He muttered a quick sorry, ran through the opening, and hugged his two friends.

“I’ll miss you.”

#SCPS #student council president sakura #haruno sakura #uchiha sasuke #uzumaki naruto #hatake kakashi #team 7 #sasusaku #kakasaku #narusaku #fic!pseudolily #fic!pinkhairedlily

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veliseraptor · 3 years

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got tagged for two fic writer memes yesterday! the one from @ameliarating first:

How many works do you have on AO3?

509.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

3,432,24. dang! that’s a lot of words

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

I have written for...counting the MCU as one fandom, on AO3 I have written for 32 fandoms, including at least one work in:

MCU, The Sillmarillion, Caliban Leandros, both DC and Marvel Comics, the book Barebacked by Kit Whitfield, Doctrine of Labyrinths, Doctor Who, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Star Wars, Black Jewels, Dragon Age, Lucifer, Dexter, Temeraire, Gentleman Bastard Sequence, Supernatural, A Song of Ice and Fire, Greek Mythology, Lymond Chronicles, Merlin BBC, Code Geass, Good Omens, Death Note, and White Collar.

this is not a comprehensive list of every fandom I’ve ever written for, because it is not including ones that live only on FFN or Livejournal.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Life In Reverse tops the list (11066), aka my 200k Loki-centric post-Thor AU fic that I wrote between 2012 and 2018 and with which I have a decidedly complex relationship at this point. I love it but also I no longer think it’s my best work but also I credit it with teaching me a fuck of a lot about writing and writing longer projects in general.

With Absolute Splendor is rapidly catching up, to my astonishment (6559), despite having been posted for less than half as long. Aka the wedding planning fic that’s really just me mucking about in my Jiang Cheng and my Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian feelings, at length.

some good mistakes (4618) was my first foray into the Untamed version of “characters who hate each other going on resentful roadtrips together, feat. Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng.” I have gone on to write others and will continue to write more.

Unraveling (3069) is a little bit of a surprise but also not - it was originally just sort of WWP stuff for my ‘what if people remembered that blunt force trauma is a really bad thing actually’ problem that pops up sometimes, re: Loki at the end of The Avengers, and then it kind of turned into a whole thing. I personally think it’s the weakest of the installments of the series it belongs to, but it is the first one and also the one that gets least into the broader family dysfunction and depression stuff that probably is less everyone’s thing (but is what came out this fic that mattered more to me, personally).

I am a little surprised to see Steve Rogers’ Halfway House for Notorious Supervillains (3068) here too! I was expecting one of the more...idk, mainstream concepts from the MCU to win out? But I also wasn’t expecting two Untamed fics to make it here, either. But I am stupid proud of this fic even if it is very extraordinarily unfinished. This is one of those unfinished fics that will nag at me unless and until I finish it, at least a little, because the concept - if I do say so myself - is so goddamn good and I think I was executing it pretty well, too.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Pretty much never. I was never very good at it and now I’d feel like I had to go back and reply to all of them and I just. I can’t do that. and when I do try to just start at the beginning I get overwhelmed very fast and start avoiding it.

Basically I decided that if it’s a decision between wrestling with myself to reply to comments versus actually doing more writing I’m going to end up landing on the latter as feeling both more doable and more productive.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

probably it’s The Worlds Forgotten, the Words Forbidden for sheer level of “so then what was the point” of it all. but like. I’ve definitely written a few extraordinarily miserable fics, and by “a few” I kind of mean “a lot.” Other nominees I’d put down might be nor autumn falter (for currently personally making me suffer most), once there was a way to get back home (for I think having the ouchiest summary), and Waiting for the Summer Rain (which remains one of my personal favorite Supernatural fics I wrote).

but like. there are 43 fics I have marked with Major Character Death warnings and every single one of those, pretty much, has a downer ending.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I have written several though not in a long time! My craziest probably remains the Morgoth/Cthulhu short I wrote that actually got sporked because someone took it seriously (???) enough to do that. But the craziest that actually has any merit, (I’d argue) is probably the Maeglin/Viserys one.

not linking to either, if you want to go find them I don’t think it’ll be that hard.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yeah, a few times on a few different things. More if you count “people who seem to like the fic but love telling you how much they hate the female characters you’re writing about in it” as ‘hate’ which I would but isn’t, you know, quite as straightforward. If I had a nickel for every time someone bitched about Jane in Life in Reverse, though...lots of nickels.

Do you write smut? if so what kind?

Sure do! But what does ‘what kind’ mean, I don’t know how to answer that question. I feel tempted to just put in my “Mike’s Hard Kinks” image edit in this space.

I guess usually I tend to write smut that at least involves a little bit of a kink? I don’t think I’d feel comfortable writing entirely kinkless smut. I think I’d feel weird about it, the same way I do when I write really nice fic, generally.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I think I did back when but I don’t remember anything about it. I feel like it was one of those mass data scraping things where my fic happened to be among those caught up in it.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! several actually, mostly into Russian and Chinese. every time it happens I’m immensely flattered that someone wants to put in that kind of work on something I wrote.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I think I’d be very, very bad at it.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Depends on when you ask me! I could probably give you a top five but then I’d remember six that I forgot to mention five minutes later. I guess if I were to think about ships that feel like they hold very special particular places in my heart... Xue Yang/Xiao Xingchen, Steve Rogers/Loki, and Min/Rand come to mind.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

oh god do you want the whole list cause honestly I could just like. screencap the entirety of my “in progress” folder with a crying emoji watermarked over it. and that’s not getting into the fics that are like...half formed babies in my consciousness but not anywhere on paper.

and also I just hate to admit that I might not finish something.

you know what? the Lucifer/Good Omens crossover I started would’ve been a lot of fun. I’m probably never going to finish it, but it would’ve been great if I had. I know other people did it too but my contribution could’ve been amazing.

I can say this very boldly with the near certainty that I’m not going to finish the fic so no one will be able to disagree.

(...also the Last Herald-Mage fix it. that was going to be a good fic too, and also will probably languish unfinished forever.)

What are your writing strengths?

I’m pretty sure dialogue is my strongest point. Dialogue and emotions, which is why I always end up just wanting to write about characters talking and having feelings at each other.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing action sequences throws me into conniptions every time I have to do it and I will take drastic actions sometimes to avoid doing it at all, which probably weakens the work as a whole.

Also, I don’t plan ahead and this means I write myself into corners kind of a lot. If I wasn’t writing long, dense fic it wouldn’t be a problem but here we are.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I tend to avoid it unless it’s in the context of, as in CQL/MDZS fic, leaving certain terminology untranslated. I’m pretty sure I almost never write full exchanges of dialogue in a different language than I’m using for the narration within a fic, and generally speaking my reaction to other people doing it is at least mildly negative.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter was technically the first fandom I wrote for, but it was a crack fic I wrote to make my friends laugh more than anything; I tend to count Wheel of Time as my first actual fandom for which I wrote my first actual fic.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

some days the answer is “all of them” and some day the answer is “I don’t like anything I’ve written in my entire life” and I never like giving this a definitive answer. yesterday I reread efforts in a common cause (the bound copy!! thanks @spockandawe) and you know what, that was a good fic and I’m proud of it, so I’m going with that one, for this meme, today.

tagging: @mostfacinorous, @jaggedcliffs, @silvysartfulness, @mikkeneko, @kasasagi-eye, @curiosity-killed, how many people am I supposed to tag for this one anyway

#lise memes #confessions of a frustrated writer

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niconekonyan · 3 years

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Out of Her League

Fandom: Prince of Tennis

Pairing: Ryoma Echizen x Sakuno Ryuzaki

Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship, I little of bit of angst

Words: 600++

A/N: This is part of the Writing for A Cause Project on twitter for the victims of typhoon Ulysses in the Philippines. More details here:

https://twitter.com/jhingness/status/1328386858204553217?s=20

Thank you to @franventure (Twitter: https://twitter.com/franventure) for commissioning me. I hope you enjoy!

Summary:

Ryoma has always walked in front of Sakuno. He is a tennis genius after all. But sometimes she wonders why she even bothers to keep up, knowing that he’s way out of her league anyway.

Sakuno walks slowly, her head hung low. A few steps in front of her is Ryoma with Karupin trailing beside him.

They just came from a Tennis competition, and of course Ryoma won his matches.

She on the other hand, had to endure another set of hours hearing women whisper things behind her back.

“-a real tennis genius! Really handsome too!”

“Isn’t he dating that girl? Probably why he didn’t pursue a career in America.”

“He’s way out of her league.”

“Poor guy. She must be holding him back.”

Sakuno swallows the bitterness at the back of her throat.

She knows- god she knows- how Ryoma is way out of her league, how mind-boggling it is that a world-renowned tennis genius has chosen to date her.

She sometimes wants to ask him, “why me?”

But she’s afraid to do so. Because what if he only accepted her confession because he is used to her presence already? Because he didn’t want to rock the stable boat they were in, that he’d rather say yes to dating her than go through the emotional turmoil of having to kindly reject a friend.

She bites her lower lip, holding back the tears that threaten to spill.

“Sakuno,” Ryoma calls her clearly. She looks up and sees him standing a few steps in front of her.

His eyebrows knit in confusion before settling on a poker face everyone is used to.

He walks back towards her, raises her chin, looking deep into her eyes, before grunting and walking away again.

But this time, he grabs her hand.

They enter a park and has her sit on a bench while he walks towards a vendo machine.

Sakuno examines her hand that he just held, her short blunt nails and calloused fingers, perfect for holding a tennis racquet.

But not for sweet hand-holding.

“Here,” Ryoma hands her a Ponta, “drink this. You seem to be tired.”

“I’m okay,” she quietly says.

“You’re not,” Ryoma sighs, sitting beside her, “what is it this time?”

She shakes her head, not wanting to burden him with her own insecurities.

“Second place isn’t a bad result,” Ryoma tells her.

“what?” Sakuno looks up, confused.

“If that’s what got you so down,” Ryoma sips his Ponta, “placing second isn’t such a bad thing.”

Ryoma continues, ears getting a bit red as she looks at him silently, “Especially since you played so well. It’s just a matter of stamina really. Your opponent had at least two hours to rest. You had back to back matches.”

“How did you know I had back to back matches? Weren’t you playing too?” Sakuno asks.

“I, uh,” Ryoma’s ears turn a shade redder, “I asked Horio to watch your games. And Tomoka to take videos. I watched during the break time.”

“You watched my matches?”

“Of course, I did.” Ryoma sighs and looks at her, “You did well. We can work on your technique together. You are free this weekend, right?”

“Yes,” Sakuno blushes. Did he just ask her on a date?

“Oh, and here,” Ryoma hands her a single stem of carnation, its petals baby pink like the color dusting Sakuno’s cheeks. He probably picked it from the flower bed in the park but Sakuno didn’t care.

“Congratulations on winning 2nd place,” Ryoma says, cheeks equally as pink as hers.

“Thank you,” Sakuno whispers, “And congratulations too, Ryoma-kun.”

She touches the petals of the flower, feeling its soft surface, as if a gentle kiss on her fingers. And the more she looks at it, the lighter her breathing becomes.

Ryoma may not be the most expressive. He may not say “I love you” as much as other boyfriends do.

But it is in quiet moments like this when Sakuno feels his love the most.

It is in him looking back at her whenever they walk

In eventually matching her pace.

In him choosing to play tennis with her on weekends

when he could easily choose to play with other players in his league.

In him giving her his favorite drink, always having an extra one to offer her.

And in small acts of sweetness, making her smile when she needs it most.

And in him cheering for her, as much as she does for him.

He grunts and stands up, holding out his hand for her to take.

And she does so, a smile on her face this time.

It doesn’t matter if he’s out of her league.

What matters is that she’s always behind him to support him, and he always looks back, making sure she isn’t being left behind.

Inspired by these:

photo not mine. Please let me know whom to credit it to. I just found this on google and cant find a watermark.

#writing_for_a_cause #RyoSaku #ryoma echizen #sakuno ryuzaki #prince of tennis #tenipuri

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cas-backwards-tie · 4 years

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Breakup Headcanons

Warnings: General Angst, Cursing, Slurs, Mentions of Cheating, Ended Engagement.

A/N: @oh-adam this is for you! I know you just wanted a drabble for my choice, and... well it’s hard to choose so I decided to do headcanons for a bunch! :) I hope you enjoy! I put everyone underneath the cut since it’d get too long otherwise and no one would want to reblog lmao. Also here’s to me trying to write for Flip and Adam for the first time! also I think credit to @drivermisfit for using one of your gifs! I saw the watermark, so thank you <3

Kylo Ren:

“It’s for your safety!” Kylo explains again. Somehow he’s gotten the idea into his mind that by sending you to the outer-rim, somewhere you’re less likely to be found, that you’ll be safe from Snoke and the First Order.

“I don’t care!”

“Well I do, and what I say goes. I am the Commander. Get in! Don’t make me force you,” he threatens, his breathing starting to get heavier as his anger level rises, his fear getting more serious as the longer your relationship had gone on, the more and more he’d gotten feelings for you. “I love you,” he says your name, gloved hand reaching out to caress your face, “but I have to leave you. It isn’t safe anymore and I don’t know when it will be. My life is already at risk and I can’t risk yours too. I was foolish enough to think they wouldn’t catch on for this long.” Now that you’ve obeyed him and entered the starship, he closes the walkway and takes off his helmet. Placing it underneath his arm he guides you toward the cockpit, being gentle with you for a last time.

You don’t say anything as you can’t find the words to. The cast on your arm and the bandage on your head are already warning enough. He straps you into the seat and has already set the ship up with coordinates before you’d both even come down to the hangar.

“Remember-” you cut him off and finish his sentence, “-when you arrive destroy the data so they can’t track me. Yes, yes, I already know, Kylo! It’ll be fine!” You reassure him. Sighing, you look at his face, never wanting to stop look, fear riddled in your body as you worry for what will happen to him when you leave.

“Okay... well... I love you. I always will, my star... please be safe,” he whispers, suddenly tearing up as he presses a kiss to your forehead, running his hand over your hair before pulling away. You hadn’t anticipated how painful the sounds of his departing footsteps would be, but teardrops run down your face as you silent let yourself sob, shoulders wracking as he leaves the ship, it already counting down and preparing to take off, leaving and tearing you away from the love of your life.

Charlie Barber:

You knew it was coming when he’d started working late everyday. Charlie would be more than a few minutes late to your dates with really lame excuses and you started communicating less and less. Maybe it’s me, you thought, but ultimately forbid yourself from dwelling and going any further down that train of thought since you haven’t done anything wrong! “I’ve just been really busy with work!” Charlie argues, “Transitioning from theatre to film is not what it’s cracked up to be! Do you even know how many calls I’ve had to make? How many meetings I’ve had to take or how many of my days I’ve had to sacrifice seeing Henry?” A scoff comes from his mouth as he rolls his eyes, holding back tears as his cheeks start to turn a little red. “I can’t do this anymore,” the way he says your name is heart-breaking, the final acknowledgment that it’s not working and he doesn’t want to continue trying making your heart ache with pain.

“So that’s it, huh? After everything?” You ask, fed up with his lies and excuses, the defensiveness.

“For fuck’s sake! Yes! I’m done. I can’t do this right now. I can’t handle this. I’m done.” Gesticulating with his hands in the air, Charlie finally lets himself take a deep breath as the two of you just stare at each other from opposite sides of the room solemnly. “There’s just too much going on right now,” he whispers, and that’s all it takes for you to turn around and walk out the door.

Clyde Logan:

“You what?” Everything else around you fades except for him, the only things running through your mind and ringing through your ears repeatedly are the words he’d just said. Your heart clenches, pain making you clutch at it as your cheeks sting with the threat of tears willing to surface.

“I said I went through with it. I enlisted. We’ve been talkin’ bout it an now that Ma and Pa are gone... Jimmy says this is the best bet for college an I agree. I’m leavin’ tomorrow mornin’. Darlin, please don’t cry. This is the last thing I want right now, but I... I have to do this... and while I’m gone I don’t want you waiting’ around for someone who might never come back.” Clyde takes a step forward, hands reaching up to wipe away your tears, but you turn away from him.

“I- I don’t want you to leave!”

“I know,” he whispers, his voice soft, sweet like honey, and calm like the lake in the morning, “but I promise ya that I wasn’t no good for ya anyhow. There’s gotta be a man that deserves you ten times more than me and can give you the life you actually deserve.” His hand rubs your back while the other one brushes your hair behind your ear. Before you can speak he calls your name, his beautiful brown eyes looking down into yours. “I just came to say goodbye... but,” he shakes his head, “god dammit if I can’t help myself... can I have one last kiss goodbye?”

Nodding in response, too choked up to speak, you crane your neck to place your lips against his. The previous smile that’d engrossed your lips slowly melts and turns into a smile as Clyde’s sweetness never fails to brighten you up. One of his hands weaves into your hair while the other snakes itself around your waist. Your lips dance against one another, his soft plump lips pressing harder than usual against yours while both of your noses brush against each other. Curse him and his cute big nose!

It all feels like it happens too fast. While the kiss seemed to last forever, he’s suddenly out of your arms and on the other side of the parking lot and into his truck, then gone... almost like it never even happened.... like you never even knew him.

Adam Sackler:

“Get out of here!” He screams, head and hair shaking with fury, “Fuck!” Of course, though, you don’t move. “I don’t want to hear you shit! I already fucking told you what happened! I can’t take it back!” Pounding his closed fists against his head angrily he beats himself up. See, Adam had told you that two days ago on Saturday night he’d went to a mutual friend’s house for comfort after the both of you had gotten in a fight. Now you couldn’t even remember what started the fight but it doesn’t even matter. Next, the friend convinced him to go to a party, where Adam ended up seeing Jessa... one thing lead to another and she kissed him, he pushed her away, but after another kiss and one more, they madeout. Of course he felt guilty and told you today, but that doesn’t change what happened.

“I just want you to know that I fucking loved you Adam! I fucking loved you and go and do this?!” He doesn’t care that you’re crying in his living room, no, at least it doesn’t feel like it cause all he’s been doing for the past five minutes is telling you to ‘get out’ and leave.

“I don’t know what you want me to do!”

“I don’t know what I want you to do either! Do I think I wouldn’t fuck tell you if I didn't?!” Furiously wiping away your tears with the sleeves of your shirt, you try to ignore the throbbing in your head. “I fucking HATE this you know that?! I fucking hate that you’re forcing me to do this!”

“I’m not forcing you to do anything!”

“Yes you are!”

“No I’m not!”

“I c-” you choke on a sob, having to catch your breath, “I can’t do this. I- I’m breaking up with you Adam.”

“You can’t,” he whines, his expression suddenly changing at he looks at you with pleading eyes.

“It’s too late. I just did.” Making your way toward the exit, you know you need to get away from here and move on as fast as you can.

Paul Sevier:

“Paul, can we talk?” You ask as you sit down in a chair at a corner table at a random cafe you’d picked to go to for lunch today. Keeping your purse in your lap, Paul doesn’t fail to notice that’s odd.

“Isn’t that what we’re already doing?” He jokes, smiling as he chuckles, scooting in his chair as he gets settled in the chair across from you.

“Okay, sure, but I mean seriously,” you sigh. He can tell this isn’t going anywhere good. Something’s up. “I want to break-up. I’m not happy anymore, I can’t do this. You’re a nice guy, I like you, sure, but I have this co-worker who I like and has been asking me out and... I just... I can’t do it. I don’t want to do that to you, so... I want to break-up.”

“But-” he’s taken aback, his jaw dropped as he shakes his head, eyebrows furrowed as he processes everything, “Uh... just like that? What about the wedding?” He asks stunned, his heart not even in pain as he can’t comprehend what’s happening in this moment. Where had he gone wrong? What did he do?Was it something he said?

Taking off your ring you place it on the table for him. “We never planned it, so there’s nothing to cancel. I thought I could live this kind of life, but with you gone all the time, I just... can’t do it. I don’t think I could live like that. I’m sorry. I don’t want to draw this out Paul, I really don’t. I loved you, I really did, and it broke me for a long time to even think about this. But I know that I’d never be happy just keeping this up. I really hope you find somebody. I have to go.”

Within another moment you’re gone. Paul doesn’t move an inch. The diamond ring glints in the mid-day sun on the table and he quickly springs into action to snatch it into his hand and stuff it into his pocket under the table, removing the scene of its evidence like it never even happened. The waiter comes up to the table and offers him a menu, greeting him with a smile which he doesn’t return. “I’ll just take one margarita please.”

Flip Zimmerman:

Parking outside your house, Flip shuts the engine off and gets out of the car to lean against it. You know he said 7:30, so you should be out the door any minute now. He taps his foot against the pavement, admiring the way the trees blow in the wind, leaves starting to turn yellow and red as autumn approaches. A minute passes, then another before he pulls out his packet of cigarettes and his lighter. A breath of fresh smoke wafts into his lungs with his breath, he holds it for a moment before letting it out, the smoke curling up and disappearing into the air. Holding the cigarette between his fingers he perks up when he hears the screen door swing shut. A smirk displays itself upon his lips as you trail down the driveway, you dress swaying with your hips and your heels clacking against the concrete. It isn’t until you’re right up in his face that you go in for a kiss, only to halt a centimeter away, your smile turning into a frown.

“You lied to me Flip Zimmerman,” you accuse.

“Bout what, Doll?” He responds calmly, flicking the cigarette to knock the ash off and onto the street below. Small qualms like these don’t phase him, everyone’s got a bone to pick and Flip doesn’t have time for it. All of his days are spent dealing with fights and problems, the least he can have is his time-off spent with peace and coolness.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you say sarcastically, backing up a bit as you toy with him, “maybe the fact that you don’t work for Bobby’s mechanics, but you’re in fact, a fucking pig?!” Shoving his chest, Flip’s eyebrows furrow together as he takes another puff of his cigarette before tossing it aside onto the street.

“That’s what you’re mad about?” He asks seriously, taking a step toward you.

“You’re not denying it- so it’s true?” You put your hands on your hips.

“And what if it is? You got a problem with me being a ‘pig’?” He mocks you, hating the recent reputation the police have started to get, and the problem you’re personally taking up with him since you know fully well that he’s not like other cops, he’s a good man through and through. At least, he tries to be.

“Yes, I do, and for starts it means I don't want to be seen going around with no pig! So you can count yourself out, Casanova.”

“Fine! Whatever, as if I care! You weren’t the first and you won’t be the last, babydoll!” Rounding his car, he tears open the door and gets in, slamming it shut behind him before speeding off.

#kylo ren x reader #charlie barber x reader #Clyde Logan x reader #Adam Sackler x Reader #Paul Sevier x Reader #flip zimmerman x reader #angst #my writing #kylo ren x reader angst #Charlie Barber x Reader angst #Clyde Logan x Reader angst #Paul Sevier x Reader angst #Adam Sackler x Reader angst #Flip Zimmerman x Reader angst #breakup headcanons #headcanons #angst headcanons #oh-adam #request

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1, 9 and 12 esp 12 cause i download new fonts every time i make smth and that process alone can take hours

24 . out of sheer curiosity .

send me a number: ask a graphic / gif maker

1. how did you get into graphics / gif making?

for gfx: it was for my mom’s restaurant lmao i think that was back in like 4th or 5th grade? she used to have my uncle design tarps and stuff for her, and one time he came over and installed ps cs2 on our family desktop (rmb the time when everyone shared the same pc nd it was in the living room... or was that just our family) and i was watching him and he taught me a few stuff - specifically how to make text and use color overlay and stroke JFDKA after that it was just a lot of playing around by myself.

i was horrible, i mean design-wise i cannot stand now what i used to make then!!! but my family and everyone at school was amazed bc no one else had or used ps and they thought i was some kind of tech genius bc everyone else was using picmonkey or smth LMFAO. i became the default designer for my mom’s business and all school projects SDJAK but there were 2 points where i was forced to refine my style:

my school registered me for a digital design competition in 7th grade. that mentally scarred me DJASDK WE WERE UP AGAINST I.T. SPECIALIZED SCHOOLS idk what we were thinking. got 3rd place but is2g i thought my product was so bad the top 2′s looked so clean and professional that i vowed to get better JDSDAK and that’s how i started getting rly picky with design

i started leaning towards illustrations (and using ai over ps) for a contemporary arts class in 9th grade bc i was being an obnoxious little shit wt my teacher nd ended up bluffing that i knew what illustrator was and that i used it often. so for our next output i had to learn how to use it within a few days and man. that was another mental scar HJDSFKS but! kinda glad it happened bc ai was my bread and butter for a looong time! i could wax poetic abt how much i love vector designing but this is getting way too long HJDKS

for gif-making: i started animating shortly after switching to illustrations in 9th grade, and weirdly enough it was never for video output?! it was always either for gifs or slide presentations. i started out making them in ppt, then i forced myself to learn after effects (for the same contemp art class lmao GOD I GAVE MYSELF SO MUCH HELL FOR THAT MINOR). but it was only quite recently (this year! with this blog!) that i got good at giffing non-illustrations, like actual video footages and it was for tumblr lol. i used to think they looked so bad and lq compared to when i animated illustrations, but then i finally got the patience to get vps and i’ve been obsessed since then lol

9. your least favorite graphic created by yourself

my deobirev bias motion gfx. FKJDS i don’t hate it, it was just the most rushed of them all and you can see how i just winged this bc it’s just. one giant gif. fksdjaSK and i defaulted to my “safe” animation style (the blobs/liquid movement). but yeah i do like it i think it’s cool! it just could’ve been better

12. font(s) you like using

oh man you asked the wrong person bc i, too, download new ones every time. HJSKA uhhh ig one font that has withstood the test of time for me (lol) is anitype journal. i don’t get to use it that much bc it’s a v distinct handwritten look, so it has easy recall if reused (it’s actually in that eric bias gfx! so i won’t use it for another 2 years ig DJADKS) but i love that the typeface has 4 different fonts and it’s just. rly cute okay HAHAH as for more ~editorial~ looking fonts that might be more up your alley, there’s the typeface i used for @tbzinc 's branding called ivy mode! for more basic non serif texts i default to the gotham typeface. for gif-making captions it’s always either calibri or arial rounded. what else uhhh my watermark is pixel maz DJSAD

#i gave you my whole #design history #my life's story #autobiography #ask #woo 🤎

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turquoise-stones · 4 years

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Hickeys

Bakugou x reader

artist link (some people really out there removing watermarks on this pic... how scummy.)

A/N: Some classy bakugou swearing, and sexual themes up ahead (nothing too lemony) so... uh... brace for impact?

. . .

"Katsuki... we need to talk."

The said male sighed quietly. When it came to the two of you, those words could only mean one thing.

You walked out of the bathroom, a murderous aura around you.

"I'm actually, legitimately, gonna dump you." You whined, before dramatically pulling your scarf off your neck.

Bakugou's eyes glanced up your form, before a smirk slowly formed on his face. His eyes stopped at your neck, where your pale skin was covered in small, puffy pink bites.

"You go fricken overboard with these! How do you expect me to hide them all the time?!" You huffed, crossing your arms and pouting at his spreadeagled position on your bed.

He cast you a lazy smirk, his fierce red eyes running up and down your figure.

"Just don't." He suggested, amused by your attempts to be angry. While you gave him hell for marking you all the time, he knew that this was an argument he would always win.

"B-b-but!! It's embarrassing! And I can't wear this stupid scarf anymore, it's the middle of summer!" You whined, turning around to look in the bathroom mirror again. Wincing slightly, you ran your hand over the numerous hickeys.

"Well you belong to me, and I want all those fucking extras to know it." He drawled.

Your cheeks flushed, as you stomped over to him, determined to win this fight once and for all.

"Kat. Su. Ki. You know that it takes weeks for these darn hickeys to disappear, right?" You glowered at his lazy and unworried form. Couldn't he at least try to look intimidated by you?!

"Well, it's not like I heard you complaining when I fucked you last night."

You blinked as you tried to process his words, before your cheeks flooded with color as you let out a shriek of embarrassment. You pounced on him, pounding your fists into his chest as he cackled quietly above you.

"D-don't say things like that! A-and you can't expect me to speak up in... in... the h-heat of the moment!" You rushed out, steam practically pouring from your ears, as you learned your head against his chest in an attempt to hide your embarrassment.

"It must have felt pretty damn good then..." he drawled in your ear.

"OH MY GOD KATSUKI SHUT UP!" You cried, heat radiating off your face as you tried to run out of the room. But before you could escape, his arms wound against your waist, trapping you in before you felt his lips slam onto yours.

"Mmf-" your eyes widened. You weren't going to let him kiss his way out of this argument again. But your struggles against his arms were useless, he kept you locked in his lap with an iron grip.

You resistance slowly crumbled as the sensual and familiar feeling of his lips on yours slowly made you melt into his embrace.

He nipped at your bottom lip, before roughly pushing his tongue past your lips. You involuntarily let out a moan of pleasure, your previous embarrassment and anger ebbing away. He sensually swirled his tongue with your own, easily stealing your breath away.

His hands ran heatedly up and down your body before he pulled away from your puffy lips. Licking his lips lavishly, he smirked at your glassy-eyed expression. At this point, he knew he had won.

His lips trailed down to your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses over your shoulders, before settling on a soft patch of skin...

Your eyes snapped open as the familiar feeling of pleasure and pain jolted through you, and a moan escaped your lips. With an indignant cry, you tried to push your stupid, teasing boyfriend away from you. Tried.

"Was that a moan I heard?" He teased, a look of smug pride crossing his face. You stuttered, cheeks reddening as you cursed quietly.

"Ahh what the heck you idiot!" You whined. "I can't believe I didn't see that coming..."

"Yeah, I can't believe you didn't see it either." He pulled you back into his lap.

You felt your eyebrow twitch in annoyance as you ran your hand over the new hickey. You shot your boyfriend a menacing glare, knowing that he was all too proud of his work.

Flipping you around, he pushed you down into the bed so that he was on top of you.

"Give up, (y/n). I'm just telling the world that you're my queen. You're mine, and mine only." He growled quietly in your ear. The sentiment causing you to heat up slightly. You sighed quietly, finally giving up. After all, his was an argument you could never seem to win.

While you would never admit it, you secretly loved his possessive nature and the marks that not only told everyone that you belonged to him, but also that he belonged to you. It almost made up for the pain of hiding them all the time.

You snapped out of your thoughts as his lips traveled back down to your neck, and you felt his teeth graze over your skin.

"Now... let's pick up where we left off yesterday, shall we?"

#bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha #fluff #reader insert #bnha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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miscellanyofmusings · 4 years

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Neko Case Sentence Starters

“'Cause I just can't shake this feeling that I'm nothing in your eyes.”

“'Cause I still love you, even if I don't see you again.”

“'Cause my mood to burn bridges is not unlike my mood to dig ditches.”

“A woman's heart is the watermark of which I measure everything.”

“And I'm not vain enough to think that I'd have been good for you if I'd stayed.”

“And I'm still in love with you.”

“And it's ruthless that it comes as no surprise.”

“And that’s no way to tell you how much I could love you.”

“And the truth is that it comes as no surprise.”

“And there’s always someone to say it’s easy for me.”

“And you'll be in my arms again.”

“Are you tired of things going right?”

“Broken necks will line the ditch ‘til you stop it! Stop it! Stop this madness!”

“Bullies are not born. They're pressed into a form.”

“But I'm grateful that you love me.”

“But I couldn't conjure tears.”

“But it's still pretty bad luck.”

“But don't you ever shut up. Please, kid, have your say.”

“But my thoughts are with you.”

“But that rage kept following me.”

“But you'll not be my master. You're barely my guest.”

“But you come back for me.”

“Can it be a comfort between us?”

“Did someone make a fool of me before I could show ‘em how it’s done?”

“Do you wish you could stop everything and take back your love?”

“Don't cross me on neither a day.”

“Don’t feel sorry for yourself.”

“Don’t forget me; please don’t forget me.”

“Don't let 'em break your hearts, too.”

“Don’t let ‘em tell you you’re nothing.”

“Don’t make mistakes or be human. They savor your every false move.”

“Don't you hurry. Don't you worry.”

“Don't you tell me I didn't warn you.”

“Don't you try and stop me.”

“Every dial tone, every truck stop, every heartbreak, I love you more.”

“For that, I would trade you my empire for ashes.”

“Get the fuck away from me!”

“Go on, go on and scream and cry.”

“God damn the miles that take me away from you.”

“Haunt your own vampire dreams!"

“How's hope feeling today?”

“How can people not know what beauty this is?”

“How can you forget all the love we had between us?”

“I'll put my hands on the truth, by God.”

“I'll reveal myself when I'm ready.”

“I'm a Friday night girl bracing for Sunday to come.”

“I'm afraid, but it's not your fault.”

“I'm an agent of the natural world.”

“I’m an animal; you’re an animal too.”

“I'm free to covet all I please.”

“I'm going to ruin everything.”

“I’m gonna go where my urge leads no more.”

“I'm here to tell you a lie.”

“I'm holding out for that teenage feeling.”

“I'm in league with the the gangs, and the guns, and the crime.”

“I’m not the man you think I am.”

“I'm not your identity crisis.”

“I’m sorry to tread on your patience.”

“I'm still not so sure that that's what I wanna be.”

“I'm too much for people.”

“I'm wrapped in the depths of these deeds that have made me.”

“I've got so many things I could tell you, if my stubborn mouth doesn't let me down.”

“I've loved you so long.”

“I’ve taken it for granted my whole life, since the day I was born.”

“I am fighting to be wild.”

“I can't comprehend the ways that I miss you.”

“I can’t give up acting tough.”

“I can't make you wait 'cause I long to be forgiven.”

“I can say that I’ve lived here in honor and danger.”

“I can’t stay here to hold your hand.”

“I didn’t know what a brute I was.”

“I do my best, but I’m made of mistakes.”

“I fucked every man I wanted to be.”

“I have waited with a glacier’s patience.”

“I know it’s unkind, but my own blood is much too dangerous.”

“I left them motherless, fatherless.”

“I love girls in white leather jackets.”

“I love you better when you're wild. Suits you better if I say so.”

“I love your long shadows and your gunpowder eyes.”

“I miss how you'd sigh yourself to sleep.”

“I never wondered what made him that way.”

“I owe much to the nameless.”

“I own every bell that tolls for me.”

“I revenge myself all over myself.”

“I still taste them in my teeth.”

“I thought you were golden.”

“I want the pharaohs, but there’s only men.”

“I wanted so badly not to be me.”

“I was drop dead sad and crazy sometimes.”

“I was so stupid then.”

“If I say that black is blue, it's blue.”

“If you knew what I know, you wouldn't go to see her.”

“In the current of your life, I was an eyelash in the shipping lanes.”

“In the end I was the mean girl or somebody’s in-between girl.”

“It's not as bad as I thought it would be.”

“It’s not for you to know, but for you to weep and wonder.”

“It's the gift that keeps on getting.”

“It always has to come this.”

“It will end again in bullets fired.”

“Just because you don’t believe it doesn’t mean I didn’t mean it.”

“Let’s not waste our time thinking how that ain’t fair.”

“Life is not a constant thing.”

“Look for me. I’ll be around.”

“Maybe I should go home alone tonight.”

“Morality won't get you through the mazes.”

“My heart could break for a one-legged seagull and still afford nothing to you.”

“Nobody knows where you’re going, but they sure know where you’ve been.”

“Nobody said that love was gonna be kind.”

“Not that we would ever get away with it.”

“Nothing quite so poison as a promise.”

“Oh, look what thoughts can do.”

“Please don’t let him die.”

“Relation now means nothing, having chosen so defined.”

“She's not afraid to die.”

“So I died and went to work.”

“So if you want moral advice, I suggest you tuck it all away.”

“So sorry for the trouble, the times we've been afraid of each other.”

“Sometimes where there’s smoke, there’s just a smoke machine.”

“Surely there's a real woman coming to erase me.”

“The most tender place in my heart is for strangers.”

“The next time you say forever, I’ll punch you in your face.”

“There's a wisdom that's woe.”

“There's memories I'd pay to remove.”

“There's nothing you can do to me.”

“There's nothing you can say to me.”

“There's such deadly wolves 'round town tonight.”

“There was no hollow promise that life would reward you.”

“There was nothing to put me in love with the good life.”

“They'll use you for centuries to come.”

“They’re all so happy now that I’ve done wrong.”

“They're the ones who have to clean this mess.”

“They made me think there was something coming, really something worth waiting for.”

“They thank God their lives are much better than mine.”

“They won’t believe you when you tell them.”

“This tornado loves you.”

“This is nothing new, no television crew.”

“Those who walk without sin are so hungry.”

“Tired of trying to make everyone happy?”

“Vengeance built me hastily.”

“We'll get something to eat, like we talked about.”

“We'll see you when you're ready.”

“We're two self-fulfilling prophecies.”

“We can only laugh at these regrets.”

“We were warriors!”

“Welcome home, faithful one.”

“Welcome to this dirty business.”

“Well, I just want to say that it happened.”

“Well, instinct is dirty and morality's clean.”

“Well, you play so surprised at what you have found.”

“Were they telling me to run?”

“What's crazy is the way you think that's style.”

“What can I tell you now?”

“Why don’t you ever shut up?”

“Yes, there are things I’m still so afraid of.”

“Yes, there are things that I'm still quite sure of.”

“You'll deal with me directly.”

“You'll have to deal with me.”

“You're free to covet all you like.”

“You're made from something different than I know.”

“You’re miles from where anyone will find you.”

“You're the one that I still miss.”

“You're the top predator now.”

“You're too cool to see me cry.”

“You've made it all so very dangerous. I can't stay away.”

“You are a silent movie.”

“You can only trust yourself and sometimes that is still too much to want.”

“You can never travel back the way you've come.”

“You never came to bed. You just left me there awake.”

“You say I’m lucky to be here.”

“You took everything young from me.”

“You wanted it so badly that you believed them at the time.”

“You were a good man before you knew it.”

“Your life was much more to me.”

#rp meme #starter sentences #sentence starters #roleplay meme #meme #long post ///#death cw ///

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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 4 years

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POSITIVE 20 QUESTIONS TAG GAME

I was tagged by @peanutbutterandgrapejelly. Thank you for the tag, Peanut, this seems pretty loaded, but in a good way, so here goes!!

1. Name 4 fictional characters who showcase your personality the best, with explanations if you want.

Sue Heck! I don't think I let all of it out, but on the inside, I constantly feel like I'm extremely Sue Heck-y, :')

Amy Santiago, in a lot of regards, I'll say. Uh, cares a lot about her friends, ambitious, and would basically die/murder for organization, but also socially awkward and, uh, mostly percepted as a goody-two-shoes. Also, true nerd™.

Mindy Lahiri! (I mean, again, this seems more of a who I feel like I am, and not who I come across as, cause those two things tend to differ on a variety of levels?)

Sam Winchester (you know I had to) Basically, we're both INFJs. I'm not even close to his level, but my brain officially ran out of characters so uh, empathetic, constantly interpreted as "boring" and the "brains", patient, *yearns to settle down with someone they love*, believes in second chances. The whole nine, but toned down XD

2. Aesthetic:

I'd usually have a hard time with this one, but I recently did a long thing about my aesthetic, so! I'm going to say, soft pastel, beige, and shades of white!! A tinge of light academia, but mostly unassumingly modern, and faded rainbows as watermarks.

3. Favorite musical/play? If you've never seen a musical or play, one you'd be interested in seeing?

You got me ~ never seen any. (I mean, school plays don't count, right?) I honestly have a bunch of musicals I want to see, recommendations from friends online, but somehow it always slips my mind. But, off the top of my head, @spot-the-brooklyn-pirate wanted me to check this one out, and I am looking forward to actually doing it sometime: Book of Mormon.

4. What's the best compliment you've ever received?

Mostly, anyone who says I, in any way, made them happy, literally gives me the best compliment ever. And uh, my sister called me inspiring once, and it stuck. When I nagged her into elaborating, she said she thought I was functional in spite of all my flailings, and self-analytic, and it didn't make sense to me, but I still think about that.

And a few people, over the course of time, have named some of my fics as their favorites, and those stay with me for a very long time.

5. How many times have you been in love?

Hardly once. She's still one of the most important people in the world to me, but as somebody great once said, if you don't fight for it, it doesn't count. And we didn't.

6. Embarrassing story or fact about yourself which now makes you laugh?

By far the most embarrassing thing I've ever done, is written a fic on wattpad which revolved around my own life, except for the fact that it really, really didn't. Long story shortened, I was in sixth grade, and had a surface-level-y crush on this guy, and it seemed like a brilliant idea at the time. In the story, we're all in senior year, though the authoress forgot pretty much all the real things about school XD it's not just cringy, but also extremely sixth-grade-y written, and it astounds me to this day that it went on to have like 18,000 views? (I managed to block the entire shtick out, until a few months back, when I randomly remembered and rushed to unpublish the work. *facepalm* it even had all our real names)

7. Favorite Disney/Pixar movie?

This one's so hard. Uh. Ratatouille, maybe?

8. Favorite flower/plant?

I regret having to confess that I probably don't have one :( but hey, my go-to answer for these ones is daisies, because they remind me of the lovely @daisy-jeon <3

9. What's your favorite holiday?

Holi :')

(I miss it being like the older times, though? Somehow it always clashes with my final exams these last few years, and Shelley is often not home, but it still really makes me happy, so just imagine how perfect it used to be, when I was a kid!!)

10. Name three things that made you smile/laugh this past week.

Rewatching The French Mistake!! A really great decision, haha!

The lovely comments an older fic of mine received, (about old Destiel, uwu) since a couple of big blogs happened to reblog it 🙈🙈🙈 and my activity started blowing up!!

A full-blown coffee high, which resulted in me being hilarious through a 98-message monologue to dish, eeeeee!!

11. What song would you play to introduce yourself to someone?

I'd been dreading this question the most, because I'm horrible at remembering good songs when I - need to be. Oofsies.

But I guess I could wing it with 'What About Us' by P!nk.

12. Name something that truly makes you peaceful even at your most stressful moments.

Writing about Character A of a ship going through said stressful moment, and Character B being the best possible responder to all of it. Projection's the key to functionality, kids.

13. What do you, did you, or would you study at college?

Would you, and will you, sound unfortunately like different questions to me, so I'm going to answer the one which is asked. I'd like to major in History, with a minor in English. (And to be crude for a bit, as my sister calls it, thus successfully be left solely employable as a teacher.)

14. This is kind of a weird one, but which outfit of yours makes you feel most like yourself?

My black Avenger's logo t-shirt, with this pink hooded, kinda-down-past-my-hips, not-warm-at-all jacket and any one of my numerous, mwuahaha, grey shorts.

I never said I'd go out of the house in that outfit, did I?

15. What is a quote you live by?

I don't think there aren't any. I'm just here, faking it till I make it. Still, if I had to choose? Misha's "Be Kind to Yourself so You can be Happy enough to Be Kind to Others" is something I aspire to live by.

16. Name the funniest playlist name you have.

I'm sad that I don't have any funnily named ones now. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm hoping that it counts a teensy bit that I have like seven playlists just for background shtuff when I'm working, and they're all named *extremely* similarly, with variations of the word "study" basically, but all have exceptionally different vibes.

But I really am sorry, and I'm going to try and up my playlist-humor-game.

17. Make a reference to an inside joke you have with someone you love with zero context.

'Time for tapwater'.

18. What is a message you'd give your younger self if given a chance?

Don't build your sense of self-worth over the people whose opinions you think matter. You don't have to get everybody to like you. (Oh, and probably don't switch between multiple first-person-pov's, even though you're just writing the most unrealistic self-indulgent fiction EVER.)

19. Who is your favorite family member? (If you have no good blood family members, feel free to mention someone in your found family)

Hands down, my sister. Shelley, didi, @iamcharliebradburylevelperfect, you're like the best part of my life, and you're probably going to be the longest part of it, too. Cause we might not have the best record for funny titles to call each other by, but we still nail the cheesy till the end of the line moments, ;)

20. What's a secret dream of yours?

I, uh. Want to run a completely-revolutionalizing-the-concept-of-education-style school ~ a boarding school actually, with my best friend dish. And as a means to acquire funds for it? We're going to do a whole lotta stand-up. :D

(Oh, and since i've already rambled for at least a thousand words, so what's the harm in a few more? At some point, probably on my birthday, I want to do a YouTube livestream, a pre-planned one of course, and everybody I've ever been frens with, on this dumb, wholesome hellsite???? They're all sent an invitation to join!! And there's nothing to do, really, we just talk and everyone's enjoying themselves, and I dunno, I had a dream about this once, and I've been so ridiculously smitten with the idea since!

Huh, maybe I could rally forces starting now, to make this possible by my eighteenth!!)

If anyone would like to play, these are really awesome questions! @3dg310rdsupreme @mystybloo @thotfordean @bcozwhythefuknot @theninthdutchessofhell @awkward-penguin-in-a-trenchcoat @quicksilver-ships @all-or-nothing-baby @screamatthescreen @telefunkies @elvenlicht @facepalmmylifeu @specialagentrin @noemithenephilim @but-for-the-gods-three-days

#l o n g #long post #about me #i finally did it #stuff about me

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jimimn · 3 years

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HHFJSLASI YOU AND I ARE JUST PROFESSIONALS WHEN IT COMES TO RAMBLING AND I LOVE IT I'LL MAKE THIS FIRST ASK SHORT SO THAT YOU CAN ADD THE READ MORE AND PUT THE REST UNDER THE CUT SO THAT YOUR FOLLOWERS DON'T HAVE TO DO A LOT OF SCROLLING LMAO - 💫

your brain i love it 😌😌

MISS SHIVI YOU'RE TOO SWEET 🤧💞 HFAKKA JUNGKOOK MADE THE WORLD STOP WITH THAT HAIR DYE AT THIS POINT I'M JUST ✨ manifesting ✨ a selfie of him with that hair and I know for a fact that the moment that one selfie comes out ITS OVER FOR US and OMG IN A BUN??? JDJAKJD I THINK YOURE SPEAKING THE DEVIL INTO EXISTENCE. BLONDE JIKOOK SELCA LETS GO BOYS COME ON DON'T BE SHY 🧚‍♂️🌸

OOOPS THAT IDOL PERFORMANCE DOES LIVE IN MY HEAD RENT FREE THO...ESP ALL OF THEIR GROWLS..CALM DOWN??? JIMIN?? EXCUSE YOU.

AND JUNGKOOK'S OUTFIT WAS SO HOTJFJSLQJDJWKA. I did watch the performances later and can attest that DYNAMITE SLOW JAM IS NOW MY ANTHEM AND BLONDE JUNGKOOK SINGING IT IS DEFINITELY NOT GOOD FOR MY SANITY

CHANEL MODEL!JIMIN MISS SHIVI I AM THINKING MANY THOUGHTS NOW FOR REAL THO HE SHOULD TOTALLY WEAR MORE CHOKERS AND CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM FINISHING A PERFORMANCE ANF THEN RIPPING IT OFF AND THROWING INTO THE CROWD LIKE JSLWLAKF DEATH UPON US ALL!!! Honestly he can wear anything at this point and ummm 🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️ BUT FBKSKA I HOPE THIS ISNT WEIRD BUT I JUST THOUGHT OF JIMIN'S COLLARBONES PEAKING OUT FROM UNDER THE CHOKER AND WE'RE GOING A LITTLE FERAL AGAIN

BODY ROLLS DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED THERE IS NOTHING MORE ATTRACTIVE THAN HIM NOT ONLY BEING SO HOT BUT ALSO USING PERFECT TECHNIQUE!! AND THAT GAZE BYE I'M SHORT CIRCUITING HE CLEARLY KNOWS HIS POWER AND ISN'T AFRAID TO USE IT aND THAT LOOK GAAAAH 5TH MUSTER JIMIN COME HOME PLS THE FOOD IS COLD AND EVERYONE'S ASKING WHERE YOU ARE (me....I'm everyone) NO NOO DON'T BE SORRY I LOVE IT TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR MUSINGS *cups face in hand and leans on table*

AND I AGREE!! TAEHYUNG LOOKING GOOD IN THAT SUIT ONLY SHOWS US THAT THE GODS TOOK THEIR SWEET TIME ON HIM AND LMFAO I MEAN THEY'RE NOT WRONG THO 🤡 IS A PRETTY ACCURATE DESCRIPTION OF US and omg you've got a sister!! that's so nice 💓

LITERALLY ON WITH THAT DANCE BREAK IN A CONCERT WITH JIMIN JUMPING OVER JUNGKOOK WHEN I TELL YOU I UGLY CRIED FOR HOURS AFTER SEEING THAT DURING THE MV PREMIERE I DON'T THINK I'LL LIVE KNOWING THEY DID IT IN A CONCERT and ooooooo you should definitely keep hoping!! We got an I need u performance, so anything's possible!! I got into them with bs&t so it makes me very 🤧🤧🤧 in retrospect but nothing about jimin dancing his jacket off was 🤧 it was more of a 🥵😵🥴🤕🤒 type of feeling LMAO

I KNOW RIGHT I LOVE HOW THEY ALWAYS GIVE US LIL UPDATES EVERYWHERE LIKE "OO I WENT CAMPING" "OO WE ATE BREAD!!" "OOO LOOK WE'RE JUST GOING TO DROP COVERS AND SELCAS SO YOU CAN LOSE WHATEVER LITTLE SANITY REMAINED!!" BUT YES TIMES LIKE THAT WHEN HE TWEETS JIMIN IS THE LITERAL EMBODIMENT OF THE BIGGEST HEART EMOJI

AND FJSLADHK I NEVER TOLD YOU LMAO MY BRAIN 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️ MY BIAS IS JIMIN!! I MEAN BY THE LOOKS OF IT YOURS IS TOO HE MAKES US ALL SO 💕💓💫💓💗💕🌺🌈💘💓✨💗💓🌸💕💝🌈💓💗 ITS A LITTLE EMBARRASSING HOW MUCH HE MAKES ME FEEL LIKE WOW HOW AM I LETTING A MAN WHOM I DON'T EVEN KNOW HAVE SO MUCH CONTROL OF ME. HE'S JUST... EVERYTHING 🥺 I'M IN MY BREAK AND A LITTLE TOO EMO RIGHT NOW!! BUT I GUESS YOUR BIAS IS JIMIN TOO RIGHT? TAKING BY YOUR LOVELY BLOG AND BRUTALLY HONEST (IN THE BEST WAY!) URL LMAO IF NOT THEM I'M SORRY FOR PRESUMING 🙈🙈 but tell me!! how did you get into them??

(god...I'm just looking and I see I wrote too much I'm so sorry fksjwlfo)-💫

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i love seeing your asks in my inbox ok they make me very happy 🤧🤧 BLONDE JIKOOK IN A BUN SELCA I AM MANIFESTING!!!!!!!! BOYS JUST OPEN YOUR GALLERY AND DROP THEM SELCAS I KNOW YOU HAVE A LOT OF THEM PLS SPARE SOME FOR US THANX 😭

JIMIN IN THAT IDOL PERFORMANCE HOLY SHIT YES 😳 LIKE EXCUSE ME WHAT KIND OF DISRESPECT IS THAT 👁👄👁 and then in the same week he became small cuddly jimin with a boopable nose during the home performance 😔

istg jungkook looked like a very hot rich ceo of a huge company or sth 😳😳 (which he actually is sdfghjk atleast partially sdfg)

CHANEL NEEDS TO CALL JIMIN ASAP 🔫🔫🔫 AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING MAKING ME IMAGINE WILD SCENARIOS LIKE THAT 😭 ok imagine him smirking the “i know im hot” smirk after he throws the choker DEATH OK ABSOLUTE DEATHHHHHHHH and omg yes his collarbones along with the choker 😳😳😳😳 (and no its not weird asdfghj chill)

AND OMG THAT IS THE BIGGEST PROBLEM RIGHTTTTT!!!! THAT PARK JIMIN IS ABSOLUTELY AWARE OF THE POWER HE HOLDS AND HOW HOT HE IS!!!!! AND HE USES IT JUST THE RIGHT AMOUNT WHICH IS KNOWS IS ENOUGH FOR US TO GO ABSOLUTELY FERAL and he’s such a fucking tease too dear lord i can’t with him 😭😭😭😭😭 AND OMG “*cups face in hand and leans on table*” STOP BEING SO CUTE OKAY WTF I AM BLUSHING HERE 😭😭😭😭

AND YES 🤡 IS DEFINITELY ALL OF US 🤣 i remember waiting for 12 am kst every freaking day for a week before BE dropped and big hit was like “not today you absolute clowns” on all our faces 🤡 AND YESS AAAAAAAA she’s not my own sister though!! she’s my aunt’s daughter. they’ve come to visit us for a week 🥰🥰

ON DANCE BREAK WITH JIMIN JUMPING OVER JUNGKOOK HOLY FRIKKIN YES BUT HAVEN’T THEY STOPPED DOING THAT JUMP IN THE RECENT PERFORMANCES? im sad :(((( BUT YES THAT IN A CONCERT WITH ARMY CHEERING AND FANCHANTS AND EVERYTHING HOLY SHIT CAN’T IMAGINE THE ENERGY IN THE STADIUM DURING THAT 🤯🤯🤯🤯 ARE YOU KIDDING I GOT INTO THEM WITH BS&T AS WELL. i am never ever ever going to be over that song. and yes jimin’s “accidental” jacket flips in bs&t are the reason is why i live and breathe 😌😌 (and simultaneously die multiple deaths) I AM NOT EVEN MAKING SENSE ANYMORE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AND OMG I KNOW RIGHT WHEN CHRISTMAS LOVE DROPPED WITHOUT A FUCKING CLUE I WENT !@#$%^&*()&^%$#@q@#$%^&*( BECAUSE I HAD JUST WOKEN UP FROM SLEEP AND /?????? NEW SONG FROM JIMIN??????? THAT FELING WAS JUST HHHHHHHHHHHHHH atleast tae gave us a hint BUT I WAS STILL NOT READY WHEN SNOW FLOWER DROPPED. DAMN I HOPE THEY DON’T DO THIS NO WARNING THING WITH KTH1 AND JJK1 BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO BE FUCKING SLEEPING WHEN THEY DROP ASDFGHJK AND JIMIN AAAAAAAA JIMIN I MISS HIM SO MUCH CAN HE GO LIVE AGAIN PLS I JUST WANT TO HEAR HIS SOFT VOICE AND SEE HIS EYE SMILE AND FLOOFY HAIR AND TINY HANDS :(((((((

AND OMG YOURS TOO???? 😭😭😭 AND PRESUMPTION WHAT PRESUMPTION OMG OFC MY BIAS IS JIMIN (and six bias wreckers 😌😌) LIKE I HAVE JIMIN IN MY ICON AND IN MY HEADER AND IN MY URL AND I GIF JIMIN MOSTLY SO 😭😭😭 WHAT PRESUMPTION 😭😭😭 and god yes i love every little thing about him 🥺🥺🥺 FROM HIS SOCK DOODLES TO HIM BEING SUPER CLUMSY AND HIS JACKET FLIPS AND HIS SEXY BRAIN AND HIS KIND HEART AND HIM NOT GIVING TWO FUCKS ABOUT GENDER TO HIM GROWLING ON STAGE TO HIS NIPSLIPS I JUST!!!!!LOVE!!!!!!EVERYTHING!!!!! 🤧🤧🤧🤧 AND yes lmao my url ok story time!! so when i made this blog... i didn’t know i’d get into giffing and stuff lol so the friend who got me into bts (i’ll come to that story later) suggested jiminsjacketflip as a url for my blog but i was like nah this doesn’t sound cool so i added a bit of ✨pazzaz✨ and made it flipthatjacketjiminie LMFAOOOOO and ive been wanting to change it for a while now because its so fucking long and my watermark on gifs looks shitty because of that 🤡 but i haven’t found anything as unique as this one yet and i also think that if I change my url people won’t recognize me so im just..... living with this one lmaooooo 🤡

AND OKAY OMG so i got into them at the end of june 2020. My friend anna (who also has a blog and makes a++++ gifs @/lifegoesmon) got me into them. She made me listen to them and the first song i heard was stay gold as far as i remember and then it was BS&T AND GODDAMN THE WAY I GOT FUCKING HOOKED TO THE SONG I KEPT LISTENING TO IT ALLLLLLLL DAYYYYYYY and then she showed me the performance for bs&t and i knew i was a goner 🥴🥴 then I watched chaotic bts compilations and they were so fucking funny and adorable that i went like???? how are they so sexy and intimidating on stage and this adorable and chaotic off stage?😭😭😭 we listened to bts’ discography for like three hours on the first day and she shared her playlist with me and stuff and god I just fell for their music. and then obviously with their dance and then obviously with everything about them 🥺🥺 HOW ABOUT YOUUUUUUUU? WHEN AND HOW DID YOU GET INTO THEM???? (and pls don’t be sorry sdfghjk i love reading your asks 💖💖💖) OH ALSO DID YOU WATCH RUNNNNN???????? WHICH ONES DID YOU WATCH????

#anonymous #replied #💫

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haleviyah · 4 years

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Do I have an art theif? Some advice would be awesome...

This is not okay, I don’t care how much you believe and love your Jesus with your everything (whatever that everything is), but when you stoop to a level where you make multiple accounts of myself (or my name per se) and try to act “holier than thou”. Bruh, you best be asking for own devices to kill you at this point, because this shit party you’re throwing is DEAD!

This about a girl I call “Trye” (because that’s the first fake name she gave me), and she (or it/bot) has a history of stealing my art, manipulating it and posting elsewhere. Recently I think she’s trying to make her own teachings to top mine. Jokes on her, because what my other half and I work on is STRICTLY Judaic in nature, and I mean straight up from Israel level of Judaic, not American. We don’t even favour Christianity at all, and we don’t condone attitudes such as lying or stealing like she does.

So I ask if anyone finds an account with my stuff and you don’t see it’s this cussing, hookah-smoking, wine-drinking, hell-and-heaven-questioning metalhead, report the accounts as “fake” it if you wish to. IF YOU WISH TO. I’m not asking you to do it... I’m just simply giving a heads up in case she gets any more ideas and she tries to push the envelope.

But regardless of this insanity, I would LOVE a second opinion about this situation because this just WEIRD: do you think it’s a bot I’m dealing with? Or is this - please, GOD FORBID - a real person who’s actually sick in their head. She hasn’t stolen any photos with my face on it, nor seems interested of any personal information such as my marriage, where I live, or who my family are and etc. However, what she has stolen is this:

- Abstract art.

- a few sketches of anything that reminds her of the Church Bride, Revaltions or the Rapture...

- Pictures of my character Selma (who represents the Body of Christ (Yeshua) and is married to Yeshua)

- Some Hebrew Calligraphy

She doesn’t seem interested in my depiction of Yeshua despite Him being on

EVERY

FUCKING

PAGE!!!!

Probably because He actually looks Jewish (for once), has ember coloured eyes and olive skin and not like what Akiane painted: white skin, Greco-looking and green eyes. (That’s a bit racist, but oh well...)

It’s just Selma she wants...

(my poor baby ; n ;... LEAVE MY BABY ALONE!!!)

She doesn’t even like any of the angels. Okay, Michael can be stubborn and too rational, so that’s understandable. Ezrael, scares the shit out of anyone because... he’s the Angel of Death. Cassiel, Duma, Leviel and everyone else... pretty likeable! But why just SELMA!! I thought you were hot for Jesus, Tyre, not some Egyptian-Jewish red-head.

But still, I have been dealing with her crazy ass since winter 2018, and so far I have chased her off Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, and DevianArt. Facebook is her last strong hold because I REFUSE to get a Facebook for myself (professionally speaking) nor for my series “Rose of Sharon”. I reserve my personal Facebook for family and friends in case they wanna catch up, but I keep it private as possible. I did watermark my material on DeviantArt, just for a side note, but she sneaked onto my RedBubble and took a piece and manipulated it (I was beyond pissed).

Again I ask, what is it I’m dealing with??? If it’s a bot, I’d be more than happy to drop the case. But her actions are too damn organic and specific to be a bot. I am PRAYING this is not a legit person doing this, otherwise I’d be concerned, not for me but mainly for her. Again I ask, if you see an account with obviously stolen pieces, report it as “fake” if you want, hit the copyright button, and message me to make sure it’s fake most of all... just, don’t confront her, she’ll only disappear or block you if you do. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest. And once again, any feedback would be appreciated.

Has anyone had likewise happen to them? Please let me know.

Be wise, and be safe guys!

P.S. if you want to laugh your ass off, she tried to spell “Haleviyah” in Hebrew for her old YouTube, but she did it wrong and it literally translates to this...

Yeah, I agree Google. I agree! Her masquerade is dead ...

But, I know how to spell my name... DUH!!!

(I’m not mad... I’m just flabbergasted...)

— Here’s a FIFTH of the evidence I have collected. Again, any thoughts, feel free to share...

This avatar is obviously not mine, and done through a phone app called PicsArt. I don’t like to brag but I do have a trained eye on which piece is obviously Photoshop or any Adobe medium (I’ve been introduced to a lot of their programs) and which is done on a phone-app such as PicsArt or just simple photo editing like Instagram. It’s not that hard to crop, cut and paste.

The first two pages on the next pic, I never permitted to exists, but I find it pretty chill Catholic’s like my gallery. (Sup, homies! Keep it real. Didn’t mean to make you cry though... ; n ;)

And finally these pages were all done by the same person... how do I know? Same home town in each one... I will refrain from saying where.

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allwaswell16 · 6 years

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Thank u for your favourite long fic this year 🤩Do you have a rec list of more like this? Longer fics that are recent? xx

Okay, so in a subsequent ask you said you were looking for at least 50k+, so that’s what I went with here. Also, you said recent, so I went with anything from 2018 so far. They have to be really engaging to keep my attention past 50k haha, and these did! Hope you enjoy them!

🌸 Saving Symphony Hall by @helloamhere (124k)

“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.”

“Oh christ, that’s the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.”

“Wait, what?” Zayn asked.

“Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,”

“What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.

“I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.”

“That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

🌸 For As Long As I Can Remember (It’s Been December) by @greenfeelings(109k)

After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won’t come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.

🌸 Heading for Limbo by @fullonlarrie (100k)

Childhood best friends who’ve fallen in and out of touch with each other since Louis’ family moved away when they were thirteen, Harry and Louis find their paths crossing again and again. Each time, no matter how many miles apart or how many years it’s been, it’s as if no time has passed. They fall back into their easy friendship, until life intervenes and sends them on their separate ways once more.

When Harry discovers some life-changing things about himself, Louis is there for him, however he needs. But it’s all temporary because Louis has plans that will move his life from New York all the way to L.A. and the distance isn’t the only thing between them.

The pieces of their twice broken hearts are scattered from the Atlantic to the Pacific.

🌸 Where You Lay by @ham-palpert (86k)

When Louis’s upcoming heat threatens his success at his new dream job, he asks the best (and only) person he can think of to help him through it: his best mates’ best mate, Harry Styles. Harry reluctantly accepts, and together the two navigate a strange friends with benefits relationship that quickly turns complicated.

🌸 Strawberries & Cigarettes by @dimpled-halo (74k)

Two stories, eleven years, and the two boys that never stopped loving each other.

🌸 try to remember (rather than forget) by @hereforlou (59k)

Harry hadn’t left, not really. He had been right there the entire time. And that’s what had made it worse, knowing that his body was within touching distance but his mind, everything that made Harry Harry, was lost somewhere Louis wasn’t able to reach.

He hadn’t left, but that’s what it had felt like most of the time. Just as if one day Harry had up and left him.

(Or, the one where Harry wakes up.)

🌸 you came into my life by @disgruntledkittenface (57k)

When the Queer Eye cast and crew sweep into Louis’ small town and fire station to make over his best friend and coworker Liam, Louis’ carefully constructed walls start to fall down and he has to face his fears – and the only guy he’s ever been able to see a future with.

🌸 I’d Still Dance With You by @flamboyantommo (56k)

The 21/28 age difference fic where Harry is younger than Louis thought he was, and even though Louis’ head is telling him not to pursue anything, his heart doesn’t seem to agree.

🌸 Back to How it Was by @lululawrence (52k)

The one where Harry goes to bed angry with his bandmates and wakes up in a universe where One Direction was never formed and he has to find a way back home. Home definitely has nothing to do with his best friend and bandmate, Louis. That would be ridiculous.

🌸 The Second Hand Unwinds by @fullonlarrie (51k)

Louis Tomlinson is one of the first members of NASA’s top secret Chrono Exploration Program. When things go wrong and he’s sent further back in time than planned, he has no other option than to show up on his ex-boyfriend’s doorstep.

I have a few longer fics on my to read list that I’m also excited to read! So I’ll list those for you here, too!

🌸 Own the Scars by @crinkle-eyed-boo (144k)

Louis has never felt like he was good enough: for his stepdad, for his life-long best friend, for the life he’s supposed to want. After an accident that nearly costs him his life, Louis’ parents send him to rehab where he’s forced to face his demons. On the long and difficult road to recovery, Louis must confront the truths he’s been avoiding about his future, his relationships, and his sense of self-worth. Because before he can love anyone else, he’s got to learn how to love himself first.

🌸 A Taste of Desire by @casuallyhl (104k)

A Victorian ABO where Harry is the owner of the most successful cotton mill in Manchester, and Louis is an opinionated social activist about to disrupt Harry’s world.

🌸 satellite by @suspendrs (100k)

Harry finds out that someone’s been living in his house without him knowing, but instead of kicking him out, he falls in love with him.

🌸 won’t you wear my watermark by @bottomlinsons (90k)

The new Earl of Harrisson is a young man, an impulsive romantic, forced to shoulder too much responsibility far too soon. He is also Louis’ soulmate, but there’s nothing to be done about that. At least, as far as Louis is concerned. The Earl, it seems, will take some convincing. (A slow burn Regency AU featuring secrets, seduction and, our favourite, soulmarks.)

🌸 These Sparks We Light by @becomeawendybird (62k)

When Louis’ eyes catch on a beautiful man across a crowded room at The Script concert, he becomes instantly infatuated and announces he wants to marry a guy like that. His date for the evening doesn’t take too kindly to his monumental life decision. Harry, on the other hand, is simply enjoying a concert when he sees a man with beautiful blue eyes - on the arm of someone else - look as though he wants to approach him. The nerve of some men. Harry doesn’t need that kind of “only out for a fling” charmer in his life, so Harry soundly rejects him without even saying a word. Why then, can he not stop thinking about him? Life takes many twists and turns, but eventually, everyone ends up exactly where they belong.

#larry fan fic #larry fan fiction #larry fic rec #fic rec #longer fics from 2018 #anon #ask #sorry it took me a few days to put this together anon!#hope you enjoy the fics!

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