#y'all have no idea how much i actually love music like i might not know theory but i am actively listening to music almost all the time

[celestial-sapphicss]

no because when i was watching the clips of my school president prom night on stage day 1 without subs, the group performance that was most fun to watch was Stand By Lor right? such great dance moves, very groovy, very traditional vibes in places (aka satang & ford's vocals).

BUT THEN I SAW THE SUBTITLED VERSION OF THAT PERFORMANCE I AM LOOSING MY MIND OMG do yourself a favor and watch this

#my school president #vi.txt #like yes i got that it was a flirty song BUT GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH #also mark my husband also has such a nice voice!!!1 #i am so in love with this #forever mad abut the fact that i don't work in a domain where i get to be a part of production of events/shows like these #insert: but poetry beauty romance love these are what we stay alive for #y'all have no idea how much i actually love music like i might not know theory but i am actively listening to music almost all the time #i watch concert video on repeat just sit in front of the tv and pretend im there #and try to attend as many live concerts as possible even if they're just cover artists #anyways im gonna go listen to this on loop #favourite music genre: comedy

[hangmanssunnies]

All Bets Are Off

Summary: When Jake "Hangman" Seresin starts coming onto you in a club, you are convinced it is too good to be true. Your past experiences have taught you that there is only one possible reason this man might be interested. The question exactly is just how much money does he have riding on this bet?

Pairings: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Fem!Civilian!Reader, Minor Javy "Coyote" Machado x OC

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick 

Word count: 7.6k

Warnings: Fluff, shameless flirting, slight angst, drinking, minor cursing, Reader had been hurt in the past, Sweetheart Hangman, besties Hangman and Coyote, bets but none that are actually hurtful.

A/N: Some of this stuff has happened to me, I'm sorry if you relate. I never explicitly say it, but it's implied the reader is plus-sized. We all deserve genuine love from someone, Jake knows that. I love you, so does he. <3 Also, I do love me Javy, I wish I had included him more. I hope you enjoy!

The truth was, in your experience, men considered you a joke. It had been something that happened to you more than a few times. You could normally prevent it, but sometimes it snuck up on you. You wondered why guys thought it was so funny to ask you out on a date. Was it because the idea that they would be interested was so absurd, or was it the embarrassment that they were being made to talk to you? Or maybe it was the satisfaction they got when they rejected you and laughed that you thought it might have been serious interest from them. 

Whatever it was, it was cruel and never got easier to deal with. The feeling it left you with was hollowing. You had enough bad experiences when it came to men that you were always on guard. That was why when the attractive man you accidentally made eye contact with on the other side of the bar winked at you, you instantly averted your gaze, turning your attention back to the bar. 

Later that night, you were weary when you saw the same man and one of his buddies start to approach you and your girlfriends. It was most likely that they were coming over to chat up your friends and potentially ignore you. It didn't really bother you anymore; that was just part of having conventionally attractive friends. You loved your friends; you wouldn't trade them for the world. It was like guys wouldn't even see you when you went out with your friends. The times' men did notice you, it never went over well. So, at this point, you preferred when you were ignored. 

This wasn't the case tonight, though, when the two strangers approached y'all. They were both tall and well built, though not in the overly buff way like bodybuilders were. One of them was wearing a white shirt that stood out against his black skin. The other one, whom you had made eye contact with earlier, was wearing a dark grey button-down. One of your friends engaged them in conversation, and a few others made their way to the dance floor. You, however, dropped your eyes to your drink, swirling it and turning to angle your body slightly away. 

You didn't want to ruin any of your friends' chances with the attractive men, but it was also the girl code to stick together and watch each other's backs. You were half listening to their conversation and keeping an eye on the dancefloor, checking for your friends there. All this while patiently waiting for the bartender to come over and take your drink order. Your friend Lala wasted no time starting to flirt with the one who introduced himself as Javy. Just as you were getting ready to turn back to the bar and make yet another attempt to catch a bar tender's eye, you heard a loud voice over the music directed toward you. 

"What's your name, sweetheart?" You looked up, startled to see the blond man speaking to you. You briefly glanced over your shoulder to see if he was talking to anyone else, but you found there wasn't anyone there. You contained the grimace that threatened to take over your features, instead giving the guy a tight smile. 

"I'm Y/N. What's yours?"

"My name's Jake." He flashed you a bright smile, and part of you wanted to swoon. However, the suspicion in you shut that down quickly. You managed to give him a smile and nod. Lala was still on your other side, heavily flirting with Javy. 

"I saw you from the other side of the bar. I didn't know that they let angels in this club, but I'm sure not complaining." 

The cheesy line did not help you feel more at ease. Instead, you let out a dry laugh and drummed your fingers against the top of the bar. "That's a really funny joke." 

"It wasn't a joke, angel."

You opened your mouth, getting ready to shut down the unbelievably handsome man, who was no doubt out of your league. But, before you could, a hand on your wrist interrupted you. 

"I'm going to go dance with Javy," Lala was telling you now, grinning from ear to ear and wiggling her eyebrows so aggressively you couldn't contain your laugh. 

"Do you still want a drink?" You asked her, but she was already walking to the dance floor, her hand gripped tightly with the stranger she had just met. You shook your head at your friend and turned back to the bar. 

"I would love a drink. Thank you for asking," Jake's voice cut into you, disrupting your thoughts. You were shocked to see him still standing next to you. His job of playing wingman had clearly been successful, not that it seemed a man like Javy needed one in the first place. 

"I wasn't really asking you."

"Well, how about the drinks are on me then?"

"No. Thank you for the offer, though." 

"I insist." This made you sigh.

"Listen, buddy-" You were cut off, though.

"Jake," he resupplied his name like you would have forgotten it in the last minute or so. 

"Right, listen, Jake. Your work here is done. You succeed as a great wingman. Your friend got mine to go dance. So, you don't have to keep talking to me as a distraction or whatever."

The smile he had been wearing while he talked to you fell off his face for a moment. Then briefly, there was an adorable crease that appeared in between his eyebrows. 

"I actually am a great wingman, but what I wanted was —." 

Now it was your turn to interrupt him. "I have some other friends on the dance floor that I am sure would be more than interested. You probably saw them over here earlier. I can even tell you which ones are single."

"Thanks for the tip, angel, but are you interested in dancing?" 

The bartender had finally made their way over to both of you. You smiled kindly at them and started to put in your order for a red dragon. Jake jumped onto your order asking for an old fashioned and requested that the drinks go on his tab.

You narrowed your eyes at the man, shaking your head. You clenched your jaw at the forwardness of this stranger. Before the bartender went to make your drinks, you also asked for three shots of Jägermeister. You glanced a look at Jake, who raised his eyebrows but didn't protest to you adding more drinks to his tab.

The bartender poured out your shots before starting the mix drinks. You threw each shot back one by one, enjoying the caramel herby flavor of the liquor sliding down your throat. Jake didn't take his eyes off of you or the bob of your throat, swallowing, once during the whole process. 

"I will say I am impressed," he told you when you set the last one back down on the bar top. When his old fashioned was set down on the bar followed quickly by your red dragon, he still hadn't left your side yet.

"Do you want to dance?" He asked you for the second time, taking a quick sip of his drink. The two of you drifting away from the bar side. You concede that he definitely was a good actor, or maybe just a smart enough guy to be kind to you. Your friends didn't take it well when men weren't nice to you. 

"I promise you don't need me to take you over there. The single ones are Lala. Which, sorry, it looks like your friend snapped her up. Then there is Kana," you pointed at your friend who was wearing a bright neon pink form-fitting jumpsuit, "and Jamie is too." The finger you were pointing shifted to point at the blonde with long curly hair, who had decided to wear tiny short shorts and a bandana top to the club. 

"I have to warn you, though, you wouldn't really be Jamie's regular type." You took a sip from your drink, feeling proud of yourself. You were also a pretty great wingwoman; just by looks alone, either of your friends would be scoring with this man. When you looked at him again, though, his eyes were only on you. 

"That's nice and all, but you are the one I wanted to dance with, Y/N." Jake had stepped closer to you so that you could hear him over the club's noise now that you two had drifted closer to the dance floor. 

The shots you had taken made it so you weren't able to contain your laugh. "You want to dance with me?" You asked him in-between laughs and lightly hit his arm, shaking your head. That adorable eyebrow crease returned again, making you laugh more. 

"Yeah, I do," he told you seriously. 

"What is it?" You asked, swirling the drink in your hands. "Is it a bet? Or just a joke? Or is your friend Javy really that terrible you need to keep me completely distracted from Lala?" 

"I'm sorry, angel. I don't think I understand."

"I'm not stupid, men like you," you pointed at him, gently pushing your finger into the grey shirt of his chest, not shocked at all to feel firm muscle there. "Don't pretend they are interested in women like me without some alternative motive." You retracted your finger to point it back at yourself.

His mouth dropped open, and for the first time that night in your conversation, you were left with the impression that he wasn't sure what to say. 

"So, if it's a really good bet. I could be convinced to participate, but I really don't feel like being the butt of anyone's jokes tonight." He snapped his mouth shut and licked his lips. His eyes narrowed slightly. You raised your chin a little bit, feeling bold from the liquor with no intention to back down. 

"What kinds of bets have there been in the past?"

"Oh, all kinds of stuff, usually the stakes are money, but it varies what the bets are. One guy, the bet was to take me home and then leave me on the doorstep." You took another long pull from your drink at the memory of that. "Other times, it's to see if they can get my number, and then they sign me up for weight watchers or some plastic surgeons email list. Or they flirt with me all night and then see if they can get away with pawning their tab off on me. There is lots of variation. Not always bad, I guess. One guy was just dared to kiss me for $20 bucks. We split it and called it a night." You were careful to watch the tone of your voice, making sure that you didn't betray how much hurt you had endured before.  

"That is fucked up. I am so sorry." The line of his jaw tightened, and you could tell that he was clenching his teeth. 

"I don't need you to be sorry for me," You snapped back at him. "So if it's not something terrible, I'll play along. But if you just want to get a laugh out of humiliating me, I'll have to say pass and ask you to leave me alone."

"Well, I'm not known to disappoint, but there isn't a bet."

You stared up at his handsome face trying to figure out what sort of game he was playing. He simply gave you a kind and confident smile, not shying away from your prying eyes. Looking at this man, you didn't think it was possible for him to be shy. 

You sigh and shake your head. "Well then, I don't think there is anything I can help you out with, Jake."

"Well, angel, all I really wanted was to talk to you. Dancing was just going to be an added bonus. So if you aren't interested in dancing, at least tell me it's because you are taken."

You shook your head at him, lips turning up at the edges in a small smile. "I'm not seeing anyone at the moment."

"That's definitely a blow to my ego, angel. Single, beautiful, can take shots like a champ, and still doesn't want to dance with me." He clutched a hand to his chest as if he had just been shot and shifted backward on his heels before leaning in close to you again. 

"I find it hard to believe you have trouble picking up girls."

He shrugs and takes another long drink until his glass is empty. "I think I would surprise you."

"Are you trying to tell me that women don't flaunt to your side, vying for your attention, and shower you in affection?" Of course, you were joking, but in the flashing lights of the club, beyond the loud music and the alcohol coursing through your veins, a dark look borderline vulnerable shadowed his face, and it stuck. The side of his cheek indented, and you could see that he was biting it, shifting his weight like he was suddenly uncomfortable. Then the music shifted, and Jake changed with it, falling back into that pleasant neutral look. 

"I think the general consensus is that I'm too much of an asshole," Jake told you, adapting that flirty teasing tone again. You took a moment to tear your eyes off of him and check on your friends on the dance floor, ensuring they were all fine before trying to come up with something to say. 

"What's a hidden talent of yours?" 

"Pardon?" He asked you and leaned in closer like he suddenly couldn't hear you, which made you narrow your eyes but let the action slide. 

"Tell me something you are good at that I wouldn't know from just looking at you."

"I'm pretty good at darts."

"I think I could have guessed that by looking at you." 

"I think you might have a stereotyping problem, angel." 

That startled a genuine laugh out of you, which to your horror, started to drift into the giggle category. Those shots were catching up with you fast. "I'm sorry. You're right. I'll try and make sure to keep my implicit bias under better check. I'll try not to apply any of the stereotypes I have for hot, tall, blonde, funny men to you."

That made him laugh too, and he gently tapped his empty glass against the one you had in hand. "Thanks, Darlin. I was worried we were going to have to send you to sensitivity training."

You bit your bottom lip, trying to keep the giggle in this time. "Well, maybe I just need to be more educated. What kind of things should I assume?"

"Well, I can't speak for all tall, blonde, funny men named Jake," He starts, the grin on his face almost too bright. His eyes, which you couldn't quite make out the actual color of in this club, clearly had a sparkle. "But you could assume that they actually are good at darts, like to read, a quite talented cook, and sometimes they also like to go out on the town with their friends." 

"A few of those things certainly are unexpected."

"What about you? What kind of things should I assume about angels?" 

"If I ever meet any, I will let you know." 

He huffed at you, and his lips turned into a frown that you could almost categorize as a pout. "Oh, come on. I guess I will have to let my implicit bias run rampant then."

"And what would are your biases telling you about me?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. 

He stared at you for a long moment but didn't say anything. His eyes were scanning your face and then briefly flashed over your body, examining the outfit you had picked to go out in that night. You wondered if this was the moment that the shoe fell, that there really was a bet or a joke. That he was about to make some mean joke or assumption about you. Jake surprised you by grabbing your now empty drink glass from your hand. 

"I don't believe in forming opinions based on how people look. Even beautiful angels like you. Would you like another drink?" He wasn't smiling when he said it, but he sounded genuine enough.  

You stared at him wide-eyed and eventually shook your head no.

"Well, if you decide you want another one or do actually want to dance. Don't hesitate to come find me, Darlin." He winked at you, and with both your empty glasses, he made his way back to the bar side. 

You couldn't tear your eyes off of him. You watched Jake give the empty glasses to the bar back and then get a handful of water bottles. You still didn't manage to look away until he made his way back to his group of friends by a pool table on the other side of the bar. There Jake started to generously hand out the water bottles. One of your friends coming back over from the dance floor was what finally got you to refocus on the girls' night you were supposed to be having. 

You didn't talk to Jake again, never working up the courage to go over and take up his offer even though you stole glances at him the rest of the night. For the next month, you would occasionally hear about him because your friend Lala, and Jake's friend, Javy, had started to see each other. She swore it was just casual, but you didn't see it staying that way for long with how much they texted each other or considering that they now wanted all their friends to be friends. 

That is how you found yourself running into Jake again, at a happy hour in a Texmex bar. Lala and Javy deciding to mix the friend groups and introduce everyone over drinks and food while also displaying a ridiculous amount of PDA. He approached you first, sliding next to you at the table you were situated at. The table was on the outside patio while waiting for everyone else to grab their drinks from the bar. 

"Hey Y/N, you are a sight for sore eyes. How have you been?" You were honestly surprised that he remembered you, let alone your name.

"Oh, hey. Hi," you said, giving him a small smile. 

"It's Jake. We met the same night Lala and Javy did."

"No, yeah. I remember you."

"Oh good," Jake says with a pleased chuckle. Then he took a sip from his drink. You were shocked to see that instead of a beer bottle, it was actually a Jarritos. 

"Are you really drinking a soda?" You laughed. 

"What's wrong with soda?" He asked you, quirking an eyebrow and looking at the bottle in his hand. 

"There isn't anything wrong with it. I'm just surprised that is what you ordered at the bar, and not a beer or an old fashioned or something."

Jake tsked his tongue at you and shook his head. "I really am going to have to find a sensitivity and diversity class for you to take. These expectations you have are going to be a problem between us."

You couldn't help laughing at him and rolling your eyes at the joke. "Well, if you see any good ones, make sure to send me a link." That made him laugh. You admired the way his eyes crinkled a little at the edges. 

"I can't say you are completely wrong. As much as I would love a beer, I'll be wheels up in less than twelve hours, so no drinking for me tonight. Plus Jarritos is my favorite soda, I drank it all the time growing up."

You took a sip of your own drink, considering his words. "What kind of wheels?"

His face lit up at the question, and in this light, you could finally see his eyes in the evening sunlight deciding they were green. It was a tough call from blue, but green won over. "Plane wheels."

"Oh, so you are a pilot?" 

"Yeah, officially a naval aviator, but yeah. Javy is too, and a few of the other guys here." He tipped his bottle towards the group making their way out towards y'all on the patio. 

"Wow, that sounds like a pretty amazing job. Tell me more about that."

"Angel, I could talk about flying all night. But I still don't really know anything about you. How about we flip the script, and you tell me a bit about yourself?"

You opened and closed your mouth twice, trying to come up with a response. You couldn't remember the last time a man wanted to learn about you so much that he even set aside the opportunity to talk about himself. 

So this time, you didn't resist answering the questions Jake asked you. You also couldn't control the flutter in your stomach when Jake kept giving you his attention, even after the entire group had joined you on the patio. Finding lulls in the group conversation to ask you something, and more often than not, when you let your eyes drift over to him, he was already looking at you. 

Jake was the first to leave. He stood up and stretched just as it was actually getting dark. "Y'all, I've got to get going, but it's been great. I hope we all get together again soon."

Some of his friends booed him, but it was all playful. He shot you one more look but didn't say anything before making his way out of the patio. Feeling bold, you quickly finished the drink you had and got up as well. You half-heartedly said goodbye, not even really giving anyone an explanation, before hustling out of the door. You caught him walking through the parking lot.

"Jake," you called after him. 

He turned around to face you looking surprised. "Did I forget something, angel?" 

"Yes," you confirmed, drumming your hands against your side. You took a few steps closer so that you were only a few feet apart. His eyebrows creased, and his hands patted some of his pockets, confirming where his phone and wallet were.

"What did I forget?" 

"You forgot my number." It only took him a second to process your words before he was grinning and puffing out his chest a little bit. 

"You are right. I don't know how I could have forgotten that. I'm sorry." Then he is holding out his open phone for you. You quickly type in your number and hand it back to him. Locking the screen, you saw a picture of him with a group of people wearing flight suits, all posed in front of some planes. 

"So, now you have that," you trailed off, not sure what to say now.

"I'll text you, angel." 

You nodded your head, actually believing him, and headed back into the restaurant. Your phone vibrated, receiving a new text message before you had even sat down again.

Talking to Jake was easy. He was a great texter and really funny. He did work long, weird hours, but it was something you were able to live with. It took a week and a half of texting before he finally asked if you wanted to go on a date with him. 

It was supposed to be on another girls' night, so you text the group chat, letting them know you wouldn't be making it that night. Telling them that you had a date. Within a few minutes, you got a call from Lala, a picture of you two stupid drunk from freshman year of college showing up. 

"Hey, Las."

"Omg Y/N, do you have a date with Hangman tonight?"

"Who?" you asked, pulling the makeup brush away from your face and looking at the phone, confused. 

"Sorry, Jake."

"Who the hell is Hangman?"

"Oh, it's just the nickname that Javy calls Jake all the time."

You hummed in acknowledgment. "I'll have to ask him about it. He hasn't mentioned anything to me. He doesn't really like to tell me anything about his work," You trailed off. 

"Well, I don't really think their jobs are like ours."

"No, definitely not."

"So, what are you guys doing? Where are you going?"

"We are going to the Shakespeare festival!" You couldn't fully contain your excitement. 

"Oh my gosh, that is going to be so fun," Lala gasped.

"Yes, I am excited. They are doing Little Shop of Horrors." 

"I'm so excited for you. It's been a while since you've dated."

"It's just a first date, Lala."

"I know, but you're a catch, and Jake is too. I don't want you to get too in your head about it."

"I don't get too in my head about dating," you sigh. 

"Yes, you do. You are always suspicious."

"I'm suspicious because, in the past, I had the right to be. I don't want to be a joke. I can't put myself in that position, again or anymore."

"I know, but Javy says Jake is a good dude."

"You and Javy have only been dating a month," you deadpanned. This made Lala laugh. 

"Yeah, I guess that's true, but it feels different with him. I know it's been fast. It just feels real and right. You know?" She asked you, and the worst part was you thought you might understand precisely what she was talking about. 

"Javy might be a sweetheart, but Jake admitted he was an asshole the very first time we met. So, I'm going to be cautious."

"Okay, girlie, I get it. I love you. Have fun. The girls and I will miss you tonight. I want pictures and text updates on how it goes." 

"Love you too, Lala." 

You hung up the phone and finished getting ready, knowing Jake would be stopping by your apartment any minute to pick you up. When he got there, he had flowers, just a plain bouquet of sunflowers. You grinned at the gift. 

"Thank you so much! These are beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you, angel." 

You clicked your tongue at him but you didn't actually mind the cheesy line. As you go to put the flowers away, Jake stops you with a hand on your arm. "Can I have a picture of you with the flowers?" He asked. 

"Sure," you tell him, a little hesitant but end up posing and letting him take a picture. 

After that, you head to the Shakespeare festival and watch the play. Jake tells you how much his mom and grandma loved the theater. It was something that had rubbed off on him growing up and going with them to all different kinds of productions. He also packed some snacks for you two, as well as a cold lemon orzo salad with feta cheese that made your mouth water. He admitted he made it himself. It was a great date, better than you have had in a long time. Maybe the best one you have ever had. 

At the end of the night, Jake walks you back to your door, acting as a gentleman the entire way. You invited him inside, but he politely declined. Then he leaned in and kissed you. It is everything a first kiss should be, kind, sweet, and a bit too chaste. The moment you tried to initiate more, he pulled away and kissed your forehead before telling you goodnight and leaving. 

You go on more dates with Jake and learn more and more about him. He is funny, generous, and too smart for his own good. He also can be a bit of an asshole, but at least immediately apologizes for it. You made the mistake of taking him on a date where you were mini golfing. That was when you found out he was extremely competitive and very cocky. It was the first time he referred to you as sweetheart in a condescending way, ruining the pet name for you. Before you had even the chance to call him out on it, though, he beat you to it. He told you after that he was sorry and got carried away with the game. He gave you fifteen more apologies than you needed until you finally had to tell him if he apologized to you again you were going to break up with him. 

Another time you go on a double date with Javy and Lala. It isn't a disaster, but you and Lala definitely saw sides to them that you assume are mostly reserved for work. The two might call each other best friend but the smack talk that they were saying while bowling would never give off that impression. That's also when you learn that when Jake has mentioned Coyote, the person he was actually talking about was Javy. 

You finally make an excuse and leave the lane y'all were using and drag Lala with you to get away from the two guys. You two probably take too long using the restroom and grabbing more drinks and food before coming back. Both were sitting, heads pressed close together, having a quiet conversation.

Javy is the first to apologize, "Sorry we got so into bowling. We should have left our competition in the sky." 

"Yes, we didn't mean to be assholes," Jake added. 

You frowned at him, not ready to let him off the hook so easily. However, after him pouting and a few sweet kisses, you let it go. Just telling him that he should be nicer to his friends. He agreed readily enough and was back to being the sweet happy Jake you were used to. Y'all had another round of bowling, much friendlier this time, before calling it a night. 

You and Jake just fit together, and before you know it, you had been dating for nearly three months. There were no major issues, and you were more than a little on your way to falling in love with him if you hadn't already passed over that precipice. The issue was Jake wanted to take things slow. 

It was something that shocked you when the two of you first talked about it. Jake had accused you once again of stereotyping him. He claimed that he was a fine southern gentleman who treated women right. This, of course, led to you squabbling with him that he had just stereotyped himself. It led to another round of discussing what stereotypes you were allowed to apply to him and which ones you weren't. 

The two of you had just spent the whole day at the beach, and Jake was driving home with the windows down and music blasting. He had given you his phone to pick the music. You hadn't been able to shake the grin on your face seeing that his phone background had now changed to the picture of you he took on your first date. 

"Jakers look at the phone," you requested while holding the phone up, trying to get the face ID to activate. 

"The passwords 1969, angel." He told you, pushing the phone away from him so he could focus on driving. Your smile only widened at how easily he gave you the password. 

"Why?" You asked him, opening up Spotify to start queuing music. 

"Founding year of Top Gun."

"You are such a nerd," You accuse him playfully. 

"I might be, but that's a secret you can't go telling people, angel."

"It's too late. I already told the girls about your Kindle and Audible accounts."

"There isn't anything wrong with reading. It's good for your brain," he defended himself. 

"I also told them how you own every single Nicholas Sparks book." He gasped hearing you told that secret and shot a glare over at you. How offended he looked, made you cackle with laughter. 

"It's official. I can never see a single one of your friends again." 

You rolled your eyes but didn't say anything. You continued to look through Spotify and decide on music for the drive. A text message appeared on the screen from "Coyote," and you quickly swiped up on it, in dismissal, not wanting to invade Jake's privacy. However, another one instantly popped up, and you couldn't help but let your eyes drift over the preview. And then Coyote just kept texting. You never actually opened up the messages, but you didn't need to. 

Times up.

You lost the bet big time. 

I expect payment ASAP...

It was like your blood turned to ice in your veins. You had to resist the urge to throw Jake's phone out the window. You took a few deep breaths trying to calm down. You didn't know what the bet was. It could be about anything. You couldn't just assume that it was about you. However, it felt like a switch was flipped in you, and suddenly you weren't sure. Was it possible that Jake had been playing with you all this time?

Logic said no, it had been months. Jake was always honest with you, sometimes to a fault. He texts you good night and good morning every day. You were his phone's lock screen background. If Jake had something to hide, why would he just give you his phone and password? You saw another text appear from Coyote, a small preview showing it was a picture of some kind. That was when you locked Jake's phone, setting it back in the cup holder. 

"Did you queue Renegade?" He asked, none the wiser to the panic sloshing in your veins. You had, actually, knowing it was one of his favorite songs. So you nodded to his question, not trusting your voice. 

You felt the need to get out of the truck and to get away from him, desperate for the chance to recenter yourself.  All your plans for the night now meant nothing, including the plad of coaxing him into your apartment and then the shower. You originally had the intention of washing the sea salt and sand off him, insisting you take a shower together to save water, of course. The dinner cooking in the crock pot and the fresh sheets on your bed were also forgotten. All of it went flying out the window as the word bet was on repeat in your head. 

Three songs passed, and you barely moved, just pressing your hands tightly into your knees and trying to strategize the fastest possible way to escape the truck and send Jake on his way when you got back to the apartment. 

"Angel, what's wrong?" You distantly heard him ask, and your eyes snapped from the road in front of you to his side profile. 

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"Woah, now, don't lie to me." He tossed a concerned glance your way. The two of you were stuck in traffic, and you were silently praying for it to clear up. 

"It's not a lie."

"Are you tired or hungry? Been drinking water? I know we were out in the sun for a long time." His concern was a step too far. You felt the bubble that was building in you snap as you slumped back against the seat. 

"I've been drinking water, and like I said, I'm fine, Jake." He frowned. You saw his brow furrow, clearly indicating that he didn't believe you. 

"You got a text from Coyote," You told him, watching his face carefully to see if you would see any trace of guilt there. 

"Oh really, what did he have to say?" Jake asked, his face not betraying anything to you. 

"I didn't want to read your texts."

"You can read them, angel. It doesn't bother me. If he wants to get drinks tonight, tell him to fuck off. He knows I was spending today with you."

You picked up his phone again and fiddled with it for a moment before typing in his password. You wanted to trust him. You thought you could trust him. However, even after three months, some part of you found Jake too good to be true. In the back of your mind, you were still looking for the explanation of why he would choose to be with you when he could have any girl he wanted. 

"Will you throw Cruise into the queue?" He asked you when you picked up his phone again. You hummed and quickly went to Spotify, adding the song before opening his texts again. You saw a squadron group chat, a few text messages shot off to the contact Rooster B^2 and then at the top of the list, Coyote. A picture of the two of them smiling in the little corner. The chat told you there were five unread messages:

Get absolutely wrecked Hangman. It's the 13th. That's three months! 

Times up.

You lost the bet big time. 

I expect payment ASAP. I'll accept cash only. 

Below that was a picture of some professional basketball player dunking a ball. You started to read the texts out loud, your eyes quickly going back and forth between the phone and Jake's face, not wanting to miss even a micro-movement of his reaction. Right as you finished reading them, another text showed up. You sucked in a rapid breath, feeling your whole chest squeeze tight. 

Better luck with the next girl you think you know the standards for. 

"What's this bet, Jake?" You asked. You tried to have a consistent voice but didn't accomplish that. You couldn't stop your voice from breaking on his name. 

"Fucking Coyote," he hissed, tightening his grip on the wheel, making your heart plummet even further.

You couldn't manage to find words. Instead, you locked Jake's phone again but gripped it so tight you were shocked the screen didn't crack from the pressure. 

"Y/N, it's not what you think," Jake quickly added on, but it was too late. You were already shutting down, starting to feel parts of you splintering inside. 

"I don't understand. I was honest with you. I was upfront that I couldn't be a joke again, that I wouldn't be a bet. That I've been too many bets," You whispered to him. You were questioning every date and interaction now. Questioning every time Jake called you beautiful or his angel. Had he actually meant any of it? Was this the reason he refused to sleep with you? 

Before he could even defend himself, you were talking again. "I don't understand why you dragged this out so long, but I guess I get why you don't want to sleep with me now." You chuckled, but it was a hollow sound. "I would have played along too. You are so charming; that first night, if you had been honest, I would have gone along with it. You didn't have to put in so much effort." 

"Y/N," He said, his voice gentle and deadly serious. You shook your head at your own foolishness, refusing to look at Jake now, preferring to stare at the picture of you on his phone again. You cut him off before he could keep talking. 

"I mean, this was overkill. Spending so much time with me, making me your fucking phone background, hanging out with my friends, double dates. What was the bet, Hangman?" You spat out. You had never once used his call sign since you had learned it. It was always Jake, he had even asked Javy and some of their other friends not to call him that around you. 

"Don't call me that," he immediately responded, his tone hard. Then he softened it and tried again to say your name. You were on a roll, though. 

"Fuck, I knew too, and I ignored it. But, like I always said, guys like you aren't into girls like me."

"No," Jake said. His voice was so cold and hard that there could have been ice on the windshield. You tried to start talking again, but Jake wasn't having it. "Shut up, Angel. It's my turn to talk." He was leaving absolutely no room for negotiation. 

"You were not the bet. You aren't a bet or a joke. And I hate when you say shit like that. You are a million times better than me. You are my dream girl. If I meet one of the fuckers who made you the butt of their stupid jokes, I'll kill them myself. Guys like me are into girls like you. If they aren't, they're fools because I am so into you. 

"I have been into you since the first moment I saw you across the bar, and the lights on the dance floor made it look like you were a literal angel. And there hasn't been a single moment where I stopped being into you. Not even when you tried to pawn me off to one of your friends. Who, by the way, aren't even remotely my type because you are my type. I've been dreaming about meeting someone like you for years. Do you understand?"

You didn't understand, not really. Jake had never been this serious with you before. However, you managed to give him a shaky nod trying to process his words. 

"You put up with me even when I'm an asshole, and somehow I haven't scared you away with my job or my friends. Which is already a goddamn miracle. I haven't wanted to rush our relationship because I've seen guys who rush things just to crush and burn. I'm not going to risk that with you because you are the one for me. I know it."

"What about this bet, and three months and…" You trailed off, still trying to piece together how he was practically telling you he was in love with you and the texts that you read. 

He sighed heavily then, "you weren't a bet, but Lala was."

"What?" you asked. Your own voice hardening hearing your friend's name.

"It's not how you are thinking. It wasn't a bad bet or anything."

"Women should never be the object of a fucking bet Jake. Is that hard for you to understand?"

"No. I just never thought they would make it. That first night when they decided to get breakfast after meeting and hooking up, I bet Coyote that he wouldn't ever make it past three months with Lala. He has commitment issues, and I could tell he really liked her. So, it was more of a push than anything. I knew I was going to lose the bet weeks ago."

"How much?"

"What?"

"How much was the bet?"

"Just $250."

"That's a lot of money. Is Javy just going to drop Lala now that he won?"

"No, absolutely not. Javy is in love with Lala. I wouldn't be surprised if he tries to propose here sooner rather than later. Also, that's not that much money. That's like one nice dinner." 

You bit your lip and felt at war with yourself and the situation, trying to decide if Jake had actually done anything wrong. "He needs to tell Lala about the bet."

"Does it really matter?"

"Of course, it matters," you hiss. 

"Okay, I'll tell him he needs to."

"If he doesn't tell her, I will," you warn him. 

"I understand," he confirmed. Then he ran his hand through his hair, which was wild from being on the beach and in the water all day. You wanted to reach over and help pull it back into place but resisted. Silence filled the space between you, filled only by the music playing.

"I'm sorry I keep doubting you," you finally said, breaking the silence between you. He sighed heavily and then held out his hand. You grabbed it, fitting your fingers together and squeezing them tightly. 

"I know you have been hurt in the past. I'm so sorry, you didn't deserve that. No one does, but please don't make me pay for the sins of those men, angel."

You felt tears prickle in your eyes, and you sniffed, holding them back. "You shouldn't have to. I'm sorry if it seems like I want that from you. You are amazing, Jake. I'll try and do better."

"You just have to trust me. I don't think you need to apologize. I don't want apologies. I just want you." 

"I want you too. I've never wanted someone the way I want you. Even when you are an asshole."

This made him chuckle, squeezing your hand in his again. "Well, you've got me." 

Neither of you said anything for the rest of the drive. When you got back to your apartment, Jake did come inside this time. He didn't stop whispering his affections for you or kissing you, not in the hallway, the kitchen, in the shower, or in bed. He made you feel like the only thing in the world that mattered and worshiped you, like you really were divine. Under Jake's hands and lips, you really felt like an angel. Mouthing into your skin that god had sent you to be his salvation in this world. 

Before you knew it, six months later, you were at Javy and Lala's wedding staring at Jake, who looked too ravishing in the tux he was wearing. He was standing in front of the crowd holding a microphone, his million-watt smile in place.  

"Now, I need to preface this story by saying women should never be the object of a bet. That being said, we wouldn't be here today if I hadn't been prepared to lose $250 dollars, or if I wasn't the world's best wingman," Jake started his speech. It made the crowd laugh. It made you laugh. You sipped the drink in your hand, and god, you knew you loved this man. So maybe bets weren't always so bad. 

#jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #hangman imagine

[hamilvette]

Now, because I don't want y'all to think I see Magnífico as some kind of awful parent-monster

Reasons I think Magnífico would be thrilled of having a child

I'll try to make this less of a ramble and more organised this time around. So I'll go by stages.

Before the arrival of the child

Pregnancy; if his significant other and himself can have a child this way:

Even if at first he can be joyful of the idea or having an heir if their partner also wants that too, it would probably be such a far away concept, but the moment he sees the bump he'll be amazed.

I can imagine him being with his partner like: wow, you're actually creating something magic can't ever compete with: a life. That's amazing, and your body does it by itself!

And the first time he gets to talk to the bump and the baby responds with movement, Magnífico would be absolutely ecstatic. He wouldn't cease to talk or sing to his partner's belly just to feel or see movement, much to his partner's amusement or tiredness. But he can't help but get a heavy sense of pride in watching their baby react to his voice more than to anyone else's.

He would spend days and nights coming to his partner with suggestions for names until they settle in one they like. I'm thinking he wouldn't want to call a son "Magnífico II" cuz he likes being special, and would want his son to be special too, haha.

If his partner and himself decide to adopt a child:

Magnífico would probably just do it if he feels like it's right. Maybe he gets to know a child that has lost its parents and can't help himself but empathize with them, so he would want to help them to have a better life and decide to take them under his wing and guidance. Depending on their age, the bond would develop either slowly or quickly.

Now, when a baby arrives:

The first time he holds the baby into his arms, he will probably cry. He'll be amazed at how tiny a baby is, and would swear to protect them at all costs 🩵.

He will always be proud of having a baby. Like: this is my child, and everyone must adore him as much as I do, but no one will ever love him as much as I and my partner do. I can picture him holding the baby to introduce them to his kingdom like Rafiki held Simba in the Lion King, LOL.

Magnífico may feel like this is his second chance at having a family like the one he lost, and even if it's not the same, he'd still cherish the opportunity of having a new family.

As much as he and his partner might be stressed about constant crying and both terrified of hurting their baby, they would like whenever the baby cuddles with them, or when the baby gives soft cooes of happiness. Those memories Magnífico will forever cherish.

He would probably try to make a baby mobile for their crib by himself. Not with his bare hands, but with the aid of magic. He'll do something like a modern mobile, but in those years? Absolute magic: maybe a stars and roses themed, or a planet and stars themed, with music and faint lights.

Having a toddler:

Magnífico will absolutely adore seeing a big eyed toddler looking up at him like he's the center of the world. His ego and love will grow so big it might hurt, but he adores talking to an attentive toddler that babbles back in interest of what he's rambling about.

He would feel so good of hearing laughter from his child, so he would be willing to amuse them with magic tricks, feeling prideful like a peacock whenever the child claps at anything they find amusing

Even if he's occupied being king of Rosas, whenever he has time, he'll like to take his child with him and teach him how "important daddy is."

Magnífico would probably read a lot of books to the child. I consider Magnífico to be a bookworm himself, so he would like to teach his kid the same passion for knowledge. Probably would start with fairytales and things to explore and expand the baby's imagination, but then it won't be such a surprise to find him reading out loud books of alchemy, of basic magic or astrology.

Magnífico would find amusing whenever the child is trying to say a complicated word. Like, he knows and can see the baby is trying, but it's just a baby and finds it hilarious to try to replicate a long word only to come up with gibberish.

He would also find it amusing when the child learns to walk. Seeing such a little thing trying to follow his steps as he walks around in his studio will always make him chuckle.

Magnífico loves his child's laughter, and dreads their cries. Whenever he hears them cry, his heart breaks a little and comes in overprotective mode. He would have such a hard time accepting that he can't just protect his child from everything they find scary.

However, I don't think he's good at consolations/reassurance. He would rather distract the attention of the child than just hold them while they cry.

With a child:

Magnífico will like playing around. Like: magic tricks everywhere, playing hide and seek in the gardens. A lot of joyful shrieks and laughter might be heard as Magnífico decides to "terrorise" his child with a wild chase around the castle.

Magnífico will be THRILLED when his child asks him to teach them how to do magic. He wants to have the attention and as well teach his child how to wield magic.

He'll bond a lot with his child by teaching them magic. However, he might be a little impatient if his child doesn't take it seriously. He needs them to understand that magic is both a blessing and a curse, not only to do fairy lights.

His patience might wear too thin in magic related things, but will always try to make amends if he ever crosses a line. Magnífico might not apologise per se cuz he's narcissistic and prideful, but would try to make things right.

He would probably grow fond of pillow fights and tea parties, even if with his partner he tries to act as he's just obliged to comply.

Magnífico doesn't like being questioned, however, understanding that a child doesn't know everything beforehand, he'll do his best to satiate curiosity without ever giving away too many details.

And I'm not going to put how it'll be with a teenager cuz in that stage his relationship with his child would probably become weary.

So that's it. I might come around with some other nonsense, but this is my hot take on Magnífico as a parent.

#king magnifico #disney wish #wish #wish 2023 #wish king magnifico #wish movie #headcanon

[directdogman]

have you ever considered:

making another game? Something completely new. Just, throwing ideas around and seeing what sticks? I’d love more content from you in general

I'm working on something new right now! It's Dialtown related, it's playable and it's going to release later this year (the exact month depends on how fast the rest of development goes, of course.) I can promise y'all that it's not Dialtown 2, though I won't confirm or deny any other possibilities just yet.

I made speculations about when I figured Dialtown could release mid-development and those estimates were rarely even close to correct, so I won't make an exact release prediction this early for fear of disappointing you guys. But, I can confirm that the next piece of Dialtown media IS in active development right now!

I'm also not gonna tease what it is just yet, or show what's done this early because if I did, you guys would just go nuts and then it'd be actual torture waiting for me to finish the rest of it!

Video games (and meaty updates to video games) of literally any type unfortunately take quite a while to complete. Some disciplines are like this, like animation for instance. It might look like I'm not up to much, but I can confirm that there's quite a bit of activity behind the scenes and not just from me, but also from collaborators! (3 new music tracks have been completed, some new backgrounds, and over 10k words in the script so far!)

I'll have more to say about it soon, but right now I just don't want to rouse you guys and get everyone too hyped until I know I'm a lil closer to the next big release. (The Karen plush, I'll remind everyone, is also making good strides behind the scenes as a separate cool DT related thing!)

2023 is gonna be an active year for Dialtown! :)

[bettathanyou]

hii i just wanted to say i really appreciate how much love you put into all of your writings, its all so heartwarming and detailed, and you capture cedrics character SO well. you have such an in depth understanding of his personality and its commendable. i really admire your dedication and love for this guy and how willing you are to share it with others :]

but ya i have a request, a headcanon list (or story/anything u wanna do) of Cedrics autistic behavior and maybe how he would act with an autistic partner? the idea of there being this mutual understanding of each others needs is really sweet to me. also i personally hc him with adhd alongside autism so it would be neat if that could get mixed in somehow, too :D no problem if not!

ANON. WTF YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY FR?? THAT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME, THANK YOU. I get so scared of MISCHARACTERIZING Cedric, so to hear that I have an in depth understanding of him from you made my entire day, month, YEAR. I hope this headcanon list is good and up to expectations!!

AuDHD Cedric The Sorcerer Headcanons (With Autistic S/O)

Coming from someone with AuDHD with an autistic best friend, I can't stress how much source material I have to speak about this sifkdiieis

FIRST THINGS FIRST. SENSORY ISSUES GALOREEEEE. That man will shrivel and die if he were ever in the modern era and came into direct contact with a microfiber towel.

A secret Headcanon I have (outside of the reasons I listed in my first headcanon list about Cedric!) Is he wears gloves BECAUSE Cedric has sensory/texture issues. His potion ingredients seem incredibly bizarre at times, and I'm sure the textures of them just get overwhelming at times. If you're wondering why the fingertips are exposed, he might need the extra grip to handle delicate objects, etc etc.

His robe is basically a weighted blanket, argue with the wall. He needs to be regulated somehow, and he's still a nervous wreck anyways

We know Cedric's speech is affected by his audhd. Dude has pedantic speech, overly emotive or deadpan, his volume control is non-existent when excited.

Expanding on that, his tendency to mix up words for spells seems a little... Neurospicy, on top of the anxiety

Forgets spells constantly. Not actually forget how to do them, just forgetting they exist cuz adhd

Has CHRONICALLY turned his workshop inside out because the thing Cedric was using just disappeared after he set it down!

(it was in his hand the whole time lol)

HC that outside of, yk, lack of personal space because no one knocks except Sofia, Autism rage whenever you're being interrupted from a task, especially something your fixated on, DRIVES HIM SO INSANE

Lack of patience. Just. Irritable, and same

His only friend (before Sofia) was an animal companion. C'mon y'all.

Music is so important to Cedric! It helps him regulate. He sings, he dances, he appreciates the dragon Acapella! Definitely uses music to stim, as well as dancing. He does it way too much. Audhd people usually are very connected to creative outlets such as music

Speaking of, his flying machine? CEDRIC IS AN INVENTOR. SO MANY INVENTORS ARE/WERE NEURODIVERGENT

Cedric is so genuinely shocked by kindness from Sofia even though she's consistent with it. That can definitely be trauma, but also feels like a lack of emotional permanence

Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria SO BADDDDD Cedric would have a shutdown about it (thanks ADHD)

Prone to more shutdowns than meltdowns. But as we know, shutdowns inevitably lead to meltdowns anyways. I hc that Cedric is definitely seen as "melancholic" because his mood shifts as well as masking (poorly) his mental state after having meltdowns in private

Definitely tugs at his hair, bites himself, hits his head/fists on hard surfaces during meltdowns :((

Cedric's job as royal sorcerer is fun for the knowledge as special interest aspect, but the social parts leaves him in bad burnout, at least before his redemption

Still hates the social aspect of his job though

Potions are his special interest

The amulet of avalor was a hyperfixation, there I said it!

Due to trauma, but also to adhd, I think Cedric has no emotional object permanence. Dude for real acts a little TOO shocked towards Sofias kindness-

There is two types of audhd: sarcasm is the only language they're fluent in, and cannot distinguish sarcasm to save their life. Cedric is the first.

Sofia is the second type LMAO

Where's the same outfit everyday. Like. Cedric would buy the same set of clothes/outfits because too many choices are just overwhelming, and too many textures are Bad

Speaking of textures, again

Picky eater

I've never seen Cedric eat anything except those jellybean looking candies at his parents house

Jellybean/sweets as a safe food

I hc personally that Cedric is familiar with food magic because he conjures his own meals. I can't imagine people would respect his needs/wants enough to be especially accommodating, so he did it himself

Cedric talks to children as equals because of the lack of social hierarchy due to autism

However with the royals his age he is desperately trying to please people for the sake of acceptance (mood)

Okay

Rapid fire s/o headcanons!

Y'all either talk for hours, or parallel play without a word

Doing Nothing Together While Vibing Is Essential

Even though y'all understand each other well, sometimes the weird social rules you force yourself to mask with still stick. So sometimes y'all will have to ask "are you mad or are you unmasked rn"

Same thing with sarcasm. Taking jokes too literally so then you gotta ask for clarification. At this point it just adds to the joke xD

Cuddling/hugs is the best because THE DEEP PRESSUREEEEE

But also don't touch me when I need space pls

Infodumping whenever the chances arise

Seeing cedrics eyes sparkle his smile lines crease when talking about something that excited him feels like the warmest ray of sunshine

Cedric will sometimes get distracted by how much he loves you and loves seeimh you being happy while infodumping and will ask you to repeat things while apologizing profusely

Cedric will buy you little comfort objects you like or give you cool things he finds

Pebbling!!!

Sometimes y'all need to sleep alone for the sake of space, but other nights you gotta be in each other's skin

And both are okay!

Laying in bed doing a separate activity until bedtime is a good compromise when one of you doesn't want to spend the night, but still wants time together

Switching hyperfixations

Adopting each other's vocal stims/speech mannerisms

Suddenly you're saying Merlin's mushrooms UNIRONICALLY

When shutdowns happen, y'all have communication cards! Very helpful for both parties :))

You both doodled in the margins of each other's communication cards

Cedric chronically loses his and you now you're just letting him use yours until they manifest again 😭

Meltdowns, Cedric needs to be alone. He just can't handle ANYONE seeing it, even you

You respect that... And take care of him afterwards with whatever he needs

Whatever way you need support during shutdowns/meltdowns, Cedric accommodates without question

Just

So much love and acceptance and CHOOSING to put in the work in your relationship

Anyways, that's all I got! Feel free to add on! TYSM for the ask!! This was so lovely and self indulgent to write lmaooo

#cedric the sensational #cedricthesorceror #sophia the first #cedric x reader #cedric the sorcerer #sofia the first #autistic cedric #adhd cedric #also audhd #help this is more just audhd character analysis than headcanons

[beautifulpersonpeach]

I relate to that anon who misses your Jimin posts. I always wondered why you wrote more about non-rapline members than the rapline who you biased. Esp JM, JK, V, and sometimes Jin. But now that Jimin is your bias I notice you posting more about Taekook than Jimin so now we’re Jimin deprived 😭

It sucks cos I like how you write about him. I’ve been going back to your posts about Face and even your posts from before his releases Face. You were one of the first bloggers who said Jimin’s music was the one you were most looking forward to. When other people doubted him you shut that shit down with “he’s Park Jimin for goodness sake”. Is there anything you can add about his music making process though BPP? Anything at all? Maybe some screenshots like you just did for Minimoni? Thank you.

***

Sigh. Y'all...

Okay, I'm going to use a lifeline and 'phone a friend'. We'll call her N.

She's the friend I've talked about before. Below is the result of a conversation I had with N before BTS's chapter 2 began. Consider it an abridged summary of why we were looking forward to Jimin's solo work the most, as well as what we think about his creative process. I'll tie it back to FACE at the end...

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Jimin writes the dopest melodies.

Dis-ease bridge (I still can’t believe he came up with this in less than 5 minutes)

Blood, Sweat and Tears

Friends

Christmas Love

Promise

The first time I heard Dis-ease, before I even knew Hobi wrote most of it, I just knew it was a Hoseok song from the disk-scratches and very retro old-school hiphop vibe. And so I expected it to flow a certain way, and it did. Until it got to the bridge. Dis-ease could have been a very different song and you really see this if you listen to the version with JK’s bridge which keeps a somewhat faster tempo and lower notes.

Jimin’s bridge, quite literally, elevates the whole song - it starts in a completely different octave. If you’re actually singing this song, like singing out loud, when you get to the bridge you’re forced to belt out “SICK AND TIRREEEDDDD” and “THROUGH THE FIREEEEE”, up high, real loud, with heart and feeling. The melody Jimin composed in 5 minutes is simultaneously soulful and energetic.

This is the same with other melodies he has composed such as Friends and Blood, Sweat and Tears, and others.

Jimin writes some pretty dope melodies that make me want to sing out loud.

He seems to write plain but beautiful and honest lyrics

Jimin has said writing lyrics doesn’t come easy for him and I think this is because he writes the way he speaks.

Even Namjoon who we all know writes incredibly beautiful lyrics has said this too, but I think Jimin might want or aim to write more artistically like Namjoon, but (I think) he writes lyrics the way he speaks, which is plainly and directly but carefully and very honestly. He sparingly uses metaphors unlike Tae and RM who can wonder about snow and flowers individually or uses colors like Blue and Grey to convey struggling with burn out or how the world pauses at 0 O’clock.

When people write songs the hope is to convey certain ideas or emotions. If those things are very personal, heavy or dark, songwriters often use metaphors or analogies in their lyrics to communicate them. This way, the songwriter’s personal feelings are somewhat obscured and protected by artistic interpretations. If you write literally however, there’s nowhere to hide. Everyone knows exactly what you’re thinking and I think this is why Jimin struggles with lyrics.

Jimin writes very literally and this personally appeals to me a lot. Take for instance, how Jimin wrote Lie:

“순결했던 날 찾아줘 Please find me who was innocent

이 거짓 속에 헤어날 수 없어 I can’t free myself from these lies

내 웃음을 돌려놔줘 Please bring back my smile

Caught in a lie

이 지옥에서 날 꺼내줘 Please take me out of this hell

이 고통에서 헤어날 수 없어 I can’t free myself from this pain”

(translation credit: Doolset)

There’s nothing metaphorical about this. He’s literally going through hell and he tells you that very plainly as much. The only way to maintain some ambiguity in the whole song is to never mention what the Lie actually is. And so he never does.

*

Jimin seems to write more songs than we think. For example, when talking about how Friends came to be, he mentioned he was working on 3 songs which he casually showed to Bang PD just for kicks while they were touring three years ago. Two of those songs were mostly finished and the most incomplete song was the third one which PD liked most and worked with Jimin to complete, and that song became Friends - track 15 on the Map of The Soul 7 album.

For their BE album Jimin mentioned how he wrote three new songs for the title track but they weren’t selected. So, Jimin has likely just got these songs sitting somewhere, much like how Yoongi was sitting on Telepathy for years before releasing it with BE.

Whether we’ll ever hear these songs is another story, but if he ever does release them I’m sure I’ll be singing my heart out alongside him.

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Of course, since Jimin released FACE, you can judge for yourself how many of these points hold up. It's especially striking for me how Jimin wrote the lyrics in Alone, Set Me Free Pt 2, and Face-off mostly literally. For anyone who hasn't read it yet, here's some selected posts on FACE.

#I hope this scratches that itch for you Anon #jimin #park jimin #writings from N and BPP #bts

[tearsofthekingdomcountup]

27 Days until Tears of the Kingdom Release. More trailer analysis today for y'all. I have watched it an unhealthy amount of times but like the music slaps so hard that rewatching it is not a chore at all. I'm sure most of you by now have heard that the main lead in instrument is a Saxophone which is sick imo.

Spoilers under the cut for those avoiding things.

Picking up where we left off yeasterday, we know have giant sinkholes in the desert. They could be quicksand or pits of death but they could also grant access to an underground section beneath the desert. Considering this is Arbiter's ground, these things might be related to the rising structure earlier in the trailer. Whatever the case, I know that one of my first courses of action will be to walk right into one of these to find out just what they are.

This part to me really hammers in that the underground sections of the game are no joke. They seem to be large and extensive and I'm so ready to explore them. Of course this place is also giving me dungeon vibes which is awesome. Also interesting to see the fire resistant armor mostly unchanged (from what I can tell at least.)

FLYING BOATS!! Are they ghost boats? Magic boats? Zonai tech boats? Who knows but I like the way they look. I think I made it very clear in the first trailer analysis that I needed to explore the giant tornado in the sky. Thank you Nintendo for showing more of the stormhead (although I'll get to the similarities with Skyward Sword another day.) You can see that this boat the trampoline that we see later in the trailer. Its going to be fun to use those.

Now this construct is fairly massive and it isn't the same as the minecraft looking one from the previous trailer. However, I wonder if this one will actually fight us or if its a larger construction construct (hehe). Either way it looks very cool and I am leaning towards fightin given the amount of boss fights this trailer highlights.

My jaw dropped the first time I saw this (although tbf it might have been dropped lower since so much of the trailer had me in shocked awe.) I love the new jump animation Link has (its shown much better later on) which as far as I've seen is only used in gravity manipulation sections. Also yeah gravity manipulation. I've seen several reactors look at this and the weird steps later on and talked about slowing time. Nah its gravity. The little green circle is keeping the water orbiting it at the center. Although, I wonder exactly how common this will be. I hope its used more than once.

Look at that flight suit!! It reminds me of a flying squirrel and I love it. Also mission impossible style laser dodging is not what I had on my totk bingo but I'm not complaining. However, if this section is motion controlled I think I can confidently say that many of us will need several tries. Still a cool use of the new diving mechanics. After this is the shot in the orb but I don't really have anything to say about it except the thing in the background looks like a gumball machine.

If this isn't one of the labyrinths in the sky, I will eat my shoe. In fact, I'm willing to bet that this is in that cube that haunted me in the past trailer.

Sick new spear, same animation, horse that looks very similar to Epona (oh I hope), and most importantly NPC's FIGHTING ALONG SIDE US!! I'm very stoked to see the other members of Hyrule fighting in groups against monsters. It's not just Link. Hyrule is everyone's home and I'm so happy that Nintendo is letting regular the NPC's fight to defend it. Even if their equipment is a little haphazard.

I love Link's expression so much. A little guy. But also he has the shiekah slate and it's got a usb connection into the spool of wire. I'm guessing this is right after/before the little robot arms shot in the past trailer. I have no idea what this is about but I'm curious. Maybe they are viewing more memories stored in the slate? Either that or plugging the wire into the slate is for upgrades or it accesses a specific area.

I have no clue who this person is but I am intrigued. They kinda look like the wall painting showed off in a past trailer but I have no idea what that means. I give this figure props for being mysterious and interesting looking. (Some people said this was in the art book but again I avoided that.)

This part of the castle is very pretty but I don't believe for one second that Link is actually there in the present. He is either reliving a memory or has time traveled because the throne room for sure hasn't been fixed in his time. Magic is involved here.

Zelda looks like she is at an altar. I'm very much reminded of Skyward Sword. I don't know what this means for her but maybe it has something to do with the Master Sword or her goddess powers.

Hmm I mean the random figure saying Link is the last line of defense is cool and all but this shot confuses me. Link's hand should be damaged/be the ancient hand. Is this even Botw Link? Also why is he pulling out the Master Sword again? We know it was damaged so did Zelda stick it back in the pedestal to recharge? So many questions.

Random figure talking to Zelda (who I think might be related to the Owl/the Sage in OOT that talks to Link in the sacred realm) has a similar looking hand. Maybe it's the same one that Link gets or maybe several Zonai have arms like this. Either way we get the first look at the tears part of Tears of the Kingdom but I'll talk about them more the next time.

That's it for today. The only other news I have is that Nintendo has apparently confirmed we will be starting the game in the sky. I'm assuming we either have a very long starting cutscene before they let us have control of Link or we do Great Platau 2.0 first and then we descend to the ground and have to explain what happened to someone like Impah and then the game gives us the explanation cutscene. Anyway, bye for now.

#loz totk #7 is a good number #tears of the kingdom #botw totk #totk link #totk #loz botw2 #loz link #legend of zelda #loz #totk trailer analysis #botw2 #princess zelda #totk trailer #botw 2

[muertawrites]

D, W, X, Y, Z for sfw and nsfw?

SFW:

d i have already answered!

Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No. Eddie has a very good sense of himself and he's comfortable with who he is.

Does that mean he doesn't love you in a way that's totally earth-shattering? Not at all. When he met you, he swears he heard "I Just Died in Your Arms" and everything went slow mo for a minute and he forgot his own name. And yes, if you were gone, a very important part of his life would be missing, and it would be hard to move on from and adjust to.

But feeling like he as a person isn't whole without you? No. That's an extremely unhealthy way to think. He doesn't want you to feel like you aren't whole without him, either.

Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

God, I feel like there aren't many headcanons for him that I haven't already spat out on this blog at random? I guess the only one I really have is that I doubt he'd ever drink any kind of caffeine. No coffee, no energy drinks, not even tea. He's hyperactive enough as it is - caffeine just makes him feel out of control.

That and I also doubt he'd ever dabble in hard drugs. Based on his family background, it makes sense that he might have had a friend or relative or two struggle with addiction to heavy substances and knows how hard it is to live with. I truly think he uses pot and alcohol as a means of coping but is ultimately responsible about his consumption. He really doesn't want to live up to the Munson name as well as people think he will.

Totally owns a D.A.R.E. t-shirt. For the jokes.

Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Well y'all already know how I feel about Eddie and basic bitches. He hates them. Any person who doesn't have much personality, or is ashamed of him, or uses him for some ulterior motive, or thinks he's just some big scary dude like everyone else does is a total turnoff for him. He likes people who can form their own opinions and are perfectly comfortable and happy being themselves, no matter what other people may think about it.

Hates wearing shorts, even in summer. Idk why. I just get that from him.

On this subject I also feel like he doesn't hate pop music or other genres of rock as much as he acts like he does. He's just too proud to admit that he listens to Lovesong by The Cure alone in his room at night on a regular basis. (I feel like he'd vibe with The Cure)

Modern headcanon is that he really likes Blink-182. All The Small Things is lowkey your song.

Zzz (What are some sleep habits of theirs?)

Sleeps in his boxers.

Doesn't brush his teeth before bed - doesn't see the point.

Definitely snores. Not excessively, but enough to be adorable or annoying, depending on how you feel.

Can fall asleep anywhere. Also sleeps in super weird positions. Moves around a lot.

Blanket hog.

[nsfw below the cut]

NSFW:

Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

How long do you have?

Man's a perv, ok. We love him, but he's so horny.

Biggest one is that he doesn't just steal your panties as trophies, but he uses them. He loves to masturbate with one pair wrapped around his fist, the other stuffed into his face so he can smell the traces of you in the fabric. He does return them. And washes them before because god he doesn't want you to know how much of a creep he is for getting high off the smell of your pussy and cumming into your used panties.

Not dirty but definitely not common for the time and his circles, but Eddie actually doesn't like the idea of casual sex? It weirds him out. He's not very trusting as it is, and it's hard to do as much exploring as he likes to do with someone you don't trust. And trust takes emotions. So he'd rather have sex with a partner, because it's way more fun cumming with someone who you still want to hang with afterward.

Makes heart eyes at Steve whenever they're together. Thinks about having a three way with you and him often. That's not a secret but you let him think it is.

Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He laughs after he cums. I was talking about this with @the-ivory-rabbit last night and we both agree that he totally gets giggly after an orgasm. Also says "heck" during sex.

Either that or he cries. Like he's holding you in his arms after you've fucked each other senseless and is so overcome by how much he loves and adores you and the fact that you feel that way for him that he just. Weeps. Tells you you're beautiful. Begs you never to leave him. Kind of a wreck but it's sweet.

X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Eddie's cock is as pretty as he is. I've already mentioned that he's got a porn star cock in both a fic and a request, and I stand by that. He's uncircumcised. Doesn't manscape. I would give a part of my soul to watch this man masturbate.

Beyond his gorgeous pubic zone, his body is average but in a way that's amazing. He's not ripped, and he's got a little bit of baby fat, but his shoulders are broad and his chest is defined and he's got those cute back dimples above his butt.

Speaking of which, his butt is a bit on the flat side. But it's nice enough and good for grabbing while he rails you, so no complaints. Even Eddie can't be perfect.

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Proper care of your Eddie insists that sex be performed daily to ensure he doesn't become too full of the natural perv hormones in his system and subsequently burst with a little "pop!" into a cloud of glitter. When traditional sex is not possible, oral or hand-operated maintenance will suffice.

Your Eddie is capable of releasing his perv hormones on his own, so glitter explosions are unlikely. However, to ensure the utmost happiness for your Eddie, it is recommended that sex be performed together as often as possible.

(High. His sex drive is high.)

Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He doesn't. Eddie does not get tired from sex. He'll fuck you silly then go work a full shift at Thacher Tire before coming home and fucking you again. Maybe once more before bed if he can swing it.

Dude's a fucking rabbit.

#eddie munson #eddie asks #eddie munson headcanon #sfw alphabet #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you

[gunksh1t]

Alr quick abt me and dni post bc I keep forgetting

ABOUT THE BLOG:

This is an 18+ blog!!!

Most may have realised it but this is a smut blog. I wrote horny shit and post it here and reblog anything I find funny or like. Anybody can feel free to DM me whenever or send a ask, I love interacting with you guys and contrary to what my blog might insinuate, I am actually a softie.

You guys also request some kinks, I'll try my best to do em justice

There's some relatively kinky t4t stuff so tread carefully and just block if you don't like it.

things I won't write are:

- scat

- necrophilia

- raceplay

- pedo shit

- misgendering/detrans

- uhhhh I'll add whatever i can think that i dont like enough to put here

ABOUT ME:

insta: gunksh1t

sc: grandpapicyrus

- Cyrus is my name, you can call me Cy or anything that's not mistress (femme titles and petnames are fine I just don't like that specific one)

- I'm transmasc genderfluid

- Pansexual

- pronouns: he/they/it/she

- I'm chill with all dms as long as people aren't douchebags

- literally send any ask as well, those are very welcome

- bpd and autism

- 19 (my birthday is May 2nd)

- Switch

- 5'8 I have no idea how much I weigh but I'm fat (/pos)

- Black (Jamaican) and in the UK

- stoner

- I love writing, drawing and all types of music

- anime and mangas and horror movies are always the basis for my special interests

DNI:

- racists

- transphobes

- homophobes

- kink shamers

- AGELESS BLOGS/MINORS

cmon y'all know the works just don't be a dickhead

#dni #pinned intro #must read #queer nsft #pure filth #trans nsft #t4t #any gender

[f1tyreslightmyfyre]

Y'all are so sweet for all the love on the professor!AU Toto x Christian fic idea - thank you, it really means a lot ☺️❤️

I have been working on it! And with this recent Christian post by @christianspinkyring - just, ughh - Christian in his navy velvet tuxedo jacket with this tuxedoed Toto at the end of term gala for the School of Business donors, sponsors, and award-recipient students is just too good to let go of... so here's some snippets!

[ ... ]

The door to Christian’s office opened without preamble. His brow knit with displeasure – even Max knew to always knock if the door was closed – and he glanced up from his laptop through his horn-rimmed glasses.

A brilliant smile split Dean Stefano Domenicali's face as he entered and brandished a bottle of champagne. “Congratulations, Christian. Your leadership of this department has always been exemplary, and your return ranking as the school’s number one department is long overdue.”

Christian leaned back in his seat, failing to hide the smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Thank you, that… are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Stefano’s smile turned sly as he worked the cork cage loose. “The term results are in, and the metrics for the Department of Management and Leadership Studies have given you the highest rating.” The cork popped softly under the dean’s skilled hand before he held the bottle out towards Christian. “Well, don’t just sit there,” he chastised lightly. “You should be celebrating.”

Christian bit off a chuckle as he rose to his feet, sliding his glasses off – thankfully he wasn't that old yet. “Thank you, Stefano.” He held out a hand to accept the gently fizzing bottle. “It’s always an honor.” Raising it to his lips, he took a sip and savored the bubbles that burst against his tongue. He hummed his approval. “Thank you, indeed. It’s been a long seven years since I last sampled your champagne selection.”

Stefano’s face turned carefully neutral. “The challenge has been the same every year. And don’t forget that you topped the rankings for four years running before Toto arrived.”

Christian’s throat tightened around another swallow of champagne even as his smile widened. “That’s why it’s even more satisfying to dethrone him now.”

Stefano didn’t quite roll his eyes – he was too professional for that. “Just keep the dramatics in next term's weekly meetings to a minimum, please.”

The door to the men’s washroom opens on a whispering hinge, distracting Christian from the memory and drawing his gaze. An involuntary smirk lifts the corner of his mouth to see the tall, svelte form of none other than Toto Wolff himself. No matter how much the man has burrowed under Christian’s skin in the last seven years, he would have to be blind not to appreciate the devastating cut of Toto’s tuxedo. How it makes his chest look so strong, his waist so lean, and his legs so long.

After all, the only way to beat one’s enemy is to study said enemy.

[ ... ]

Christian scoffs in dismissal, careful to hide his amusement as he adjusts the fall of his navy velvet jacket cuffs. “Oh, don’t be so negative.” He mock-scolds. “Tell me, are you always this kind and encouraging with your students?”

The water turns off, and Toto’s voice carries clearly above the background music. "If you were one of my students, you would know your place."

Christian raises his head, arching a brow in surprise as he finishes straightening a cufflink. He turns towards Toto, gaze narrowing with affront as the other man reaches for a crisply folded towel, . "And just, uh… where is that exactly?"

Toto’s dark eyes gleam under the dim, golden lighting. "With your mouth closed and your ears open,” he says, drying his hands. “Ready to listen and not to speak. Maybe then, you might actually learn something."

The corner of Christian’s mouth lifts. "You know, I think you're the only person who can make active listening sound like sexual harassment."

Fire sparks in Toto's gaze as he stills, and a thrill of victory runs through Christian. Nothing gives him greater satisfaction than winding up his rival. Short of beating him at his own game, at least.

Toto tilts his head sharply, voice dropping to a rich rumble. "If you want to start those petty war games with me, then you only discredit yourself." He steps closer, leveraging his superior height but Christian refuses to ever let this man intimidate him. "If you want to beat me so bad, beat me in the classroom, not whining and scheming behind closed office doors."

[ ... ]

#dear lord send help lol #there goes my brain #formula 1 #f1 #f1 rpf #formula 1 fic #f1 fandom #christian horner x toto wolff #christian horner fic #toto wolff fic #toto wolff #christian horner

[girls-are-weird]

Wilmon 2, 3 and 9 :)

2. What is something that they gave one another that has a lot of meaning?

well, simon already gave wille a song, didn't he? (even if the giant doofus wasn't aware it was about him. xD)

as for what wille would give simon, i'm thinking the most special, genuine thing would be something erik-related, something that simon knows holds a special place in wille's heart. i've actually been toying with an idea about this-- don't expect me to write it anytime soon because i'm so busy and cannot work on more than one fic at a time, but i still don't want to say much just in case i do manage to write it at some point.

3. How would one another describe their partner?

oh god. do y'all have seven hours to waste here reading? xD in all seriousness, i think this is one of those things where the answer starts all teasing and amused for both of them, and then veers off into earnest sentimentality to the point that whoever's listening starts feeling like they're intruding on an entirely too intimate moment. in wille's case, mainly, because he's the biggest sap out of the two of them. simon does get sentimental as well, but he's more succinct about it-- less "it's like the sun rises out of the darkness whenever he smiles" and waxing poetic with full sincerity, and more "he's so caring, and so brave, and i'm so proud of him and i love him so much, and he's everything."

9. What is something small that they would randomly pick up for one another?

wille often gets simon flowers. not like the really ostentatious bouquets of red roses or anything, but just a handful of flowers, different kinds/sizes/types/colors each time, every once in a while. he also might get him any music-themed trinkets he comes across-- nothing super expensive, because he knows simon wouldn't approve of that, but probably unique pieces.

simon gets wille clothes/accessories/toys for their puppy (nalle, if you've been following my interview-verse) (oh, and their kids, i guess, eventually). i know, i know, but this is a headcanon dear to my heart so let me explain: so wille loves buying stuff for his children (furbaby included) and simon is always trying to rein him in. so they'll be at some store or fair or flea market or something and wille would find something adorable and be all "simon! look! wouldn't nalle look so cute in this?" and simon would be like "he doesn't need that, you're going to spoil him" and wille would pout but relent. and they'd move on as intended, but then simon would come back, or send someone to buy the thing afterward, and wille would tease him about how he loves to spoil nalle just as much as wille does. wille may be the biggest sap, but they're both suckers when it comes to their babies.

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#young royals #young royals netflix #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson #wilmon #wilhelm x simon #wille and simon #hi there otp #simon x wilhelm #wille x simon #simon x wille #ask game #send me more plz!

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Are you satisfied by Marina and the diamonds is so Miguel OHara coded

STOP IT CAUSE I WILL CRY

Are You Satisfied?!!

And MOWGLI'S ROAD!!!!!

Mowgli's Road by Marina is THE Miguel song hands down.

I could write a while essay about how I think Mowgli's road couple be Miguels sorry 1:1

But IN SHORT:

Like the first verse (left) - Starting with the silver spoons being almost like the sins of Miguel's life. The things that made him want to leave in the first place. Having the dream of leaving.

And the fantasy of him trying to 'escape' to Gabriella's world - but canon, the metaphorical 'King of the Jungle', calling his buff.

And how in the future after Gabriella is gone he's at a fork in the road so this time he'll just do what canon tells him to do, even though he doesn't know who he is in the universe anymore

And the second verse (right) being him forcing that idea on Miles.

Mocking that Miles thinks he can 'say yes to everything' and save everyone.

But he wonders if that optimism might actually cause Miles to win, to beat him.

The final lines of the verse - Miguel asking Miles if he thinks he's good enough as Spider-man to save his father -

Asking if Miles thinks he's good enough to love his father, and for his father to love him as Spider-man

BRUH. MARINA GOES HARD.

If you're reading this and haven't heard the song, I HIGHLY recommend it. That album was probably my favorite all throughout middle school/high school.

It came out like 2010isssh - 2011 and it's a really dramatic almost folk rock song. SO GOOD.

Thank you SO MUCH because I'm gonna go imagine Moche singing those songs and pretending she wrote them about him :)

because that's something I do to entertain myself that's why am my ocs are musicians do y'all do that in your heads like pretend you're ocs are in a music video hm

Moche on guitar and vocals Diane can be on bass (Mowgli's Road has an AMAZING bassline) and Hobie on electric guitar

#spiderman #atsv #marvel #spider man #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #miguel o hara #spiderman 2099 #across the spider verse #atsv analysis

[kunikinnie]

Hey if your requests are open could you make hcs about DoA as cats?

a/n: hi! they weren't open at the time this was sent but I hope you don't mind me answering this weeks later!

the decay of angels as cats

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The type of cat who does whatever tf he wants

Most of the time he sits/lies near the window and stares at nothing in particular. Sometimes though, he sits at a considerable distance from you but you can tell he's staring at you very intently.

During the day he does leave the house sometimes to go out for walks (or so you assume), but most of the time he leaves in the dead of night. Y'all know what he's up to.

He's a weak and picky eater - one of the reasons why he's on the skinny side and why he looks so lethargic.

You've never heard him meow. Never. Not even once.

Nikolai Gogol

Super energetic cat

He's fun to play with since he does use the expensive cat toys you buy for him.

But he very much prefers annoying playing with the Fyodor cat. For example, he keeps toying with Fyodor's swishing tail until the latter swats him hard in the face.

He's extremely temperamental. One moment he's rolling around the floor high af and the next he's ignoring you and contemplating life like Pablo Escobar.

Used to bring you his catch (dead or alive, but mostly alive because your reactions were better) until you didn't feed him any of his favorite treats. He's behaved a little bit since then.

Fukuchi Ochi

He's rarely at home but you have an idea where he is... sort of

He's usually with those 4 younger cats but occasionally he stalks hangs out with a certain middle aged man who's very fond of cats.

Despite his age he's very good at fighting. Very good at fighting. His body is full of scars and oftentimes stained with blood (not his obviously)

Now the side of him you're familiar with is a strange but quite affectionate senior cat. You already noticed that he tends to be rough with others but you didn't think much of it.

Well, whatever. It's not like he's planning world domination or something like that, right?

Bram Stoker

A cat whose age you have no idea about

Probably not actually allergic to the sun, but avoids it all the same. He likes sitting in the dark (and in soft places).

He also likes sitting near you and observing what you do, especially when you're with your gadgets. A paw might interfere with you work every now and then.

It seems that he likes listening to your music, so when your speakers are out and playing something he lies down nearby (this is also when he purrs the loudest).

For some reason, no matter how hurt he gets he never bites you. He's never bitten any of your visitors (no matter how rough they get with him) even though the murderous intent in his eyes are so apparent.

Sigma

Peaceful but very territorial house cat

He loves sitting in high places where he can see everything. And I mean everything. It makes him feel safe and smart

When there are other cats around, he acts all tough and manly. Growls, hisses, and fights people when they invade his space

But once he's alone with you, he won't leave you alone. He might die if you don't cuddle with him at night.

Eats whatever sweet stuff you have lying around. Even the back of spoons and other equipment, if you bake. You've tried to stop him several times (sweets and chocolates are bad for their health) but he just. won't. stop.

#don't mind me just filling the tags #bsd #bsd imagines #headcanons #bsd headcanons #bsd fyodor dostoyevsky #bsd nikolai gogol #bsd kamui #bsd bram stoker #bsd sigma #bsd fukuchi ochi

[carphoegras]

I don’t ship most of these myself , but your rant/ramble posts on Les Mis ships are funny so I genuinely wanted your opinion on these 👁

1. Enjoltaire

2. Valvert

3. Enjonine

4. Marisette (or whatever Marius x Cosette was called)

5. Javonine (Javert and…Eponine 😭)

6. Marionine (A name a just guessed for Marius x Eponine because I wasn’t bothered to look it up)

7. and uhhh.. Granjonine (I think that was the name)

well hello darling! i live to entertain lol lets get into it i might have to put this under a cut because i think its obvious i have a rambling issue

Enjoltaire : a classic for good reason. they seemed really base level to me at first because i watched the movie first, but once i read the brick and really saw their dynamic i fell for them HARD. for me the beauty of this pairing is really rooted in the substance of their individual characters as opposed to like a romantic relationship. idk its so difficult for me to verbalize why i love them so much i think i just love the idea of finding common ground despite difficulties. enjolras and grantaire mirror each other in such a beautiful way that i feel the musical/movie couldn't really capture without demoting it to a puppy love grantaire/mean enjolras dynamic idk i have such an issue with some portrayals of them because i feel like they create a victim/abuser situation where there wasn't one but that's like a whole post within itself anyway i feel like im getting incoherent i love exr with every fiber of my fucking being just read the brick if you don't get it ok the movie and musical just dont do it justice and for the love of god avoid the fics written in 2012/2013 after the movie hype its all wRONGGGG (i love you george blagden but you created a twink grantaire movement) (they pull each others pigtails okay its a mutual obsession) (enjolras why don't you just ignore him baby? glutton for punishment my dear we all know if you hated him you wouldn't let him hang around) (anyway) i should make a seperate post about my exr feelings bc i could talk ab them for hours

2. Valvert: okay this is where i feel like i can be unpopular with the fandom. i fucking hate this ship. like physically, spiritually, all that. its one of those that i kinda lose respect for the person bc its literally a cop/prisoner thing. its not enemies to lovers. its not a hate love thing. javert's a fucking cop. valjean is his victim. the whole idea of people romanticizing this makes me feel so insanely icky and i think the point of the story has just gone RIGHT over some folks' heads please take a step back and think about it. neolib behavior sorry not sorry

3. Enjonine: enjolras is gay. just like, straight up in the brick enjolras is a gay man. this ship is spawned from straight girls who saw aaron tveit and use eponine as their not like other girls posterchild. just a whole bunch of hetero nonsense. same behavior as the joseph quinn enj x reader bs. honey thats a homosexual man and can we please stop reducing eponine to needing a boyfriend she needs a stable home and a goddamn therapist fucking hell

4. Marisette: okay. i LOVE THEM. i'm a cosette stan myself, and i'm a huge fan of a gooey love at first sight situation. they contrast my love for exr in the sense that they're a very easy love. their parts in the book literally make me SWOOOOOON i can put aside my beef with marius as a combeferre kin to appreciate how sweet they are

5. Javonine??: im sorry wh aht. did the snape x hermione shippers leak into the lm fandom or am i being fucking punked im not discussing this its obvious why this is wrong please tell me its obvious y'all are NASTY

6. Marionine: eh. eh. i mean, like i said with enjonine eponine's problems are not gonna be solved with a dude. i'm really not opposed to them, persay, its just that eponine's love for marius is so incredibly dependent and rooted more in her personal trauma than actual love, so i feel a little weird with them sometimes. sometimes it just gives anti cosette vibes (cough cough bc of the bullshit love triangle angle that the musical markets cough cough) so i tread very carefully with them

7. Granjonine: again what in the damn hell. i'm not dignifying this shit they could be besties but for the love of god george blagden did a number on the straight girls. STOP PROJECTING ONTO EPONINE IM GONNA LOSE MY FUCKING MIND LEAVE HER ALONE

thanks for the ask lovely, i do love rambling even though these ships are baffling lmaoooo

#les miserables #les mis

[mariii1]

🌻Ace romantic reading + Future/Current Squish🌻

Although Shygirl is the complete opposite of asexual, I love her music and I wanted to go with calming vibes for this pac for some reason. Photos are from music vids from Ecco2k, Oklou, and Shygirl. The first half of this is for peeps who are ace and the second half is really open to anyone. If you don't know what a squish is, it's basically a platonic crush (when cishets refer to having a "girl crush") This is going to be more of a mini reading, let me know any other ideas you have in the comments.

1 ✧ 2 ✧ 3

A ✦ B ✦ C

1: You might feel like your hindered by your sexuality (or lack thereof is how some you would describe it), if you're younger, you might feel like you can't really relate or connect to other people because of it/you could feel isolated sexually. I'm seeing you currently feel a lack of fulfillment. I don't think you're environment is helping you; particularly for some of you, you exclusively consume content that is not inclusive to ace people, even non-feminist sex ed. I think some of you view this as a label that ways down heavily on you and I think it might only get worse in your future, although if you want to do something about it you definitely can.

2: You may work a lot/be very focused on career not because you want to but you may have to. You may actually be feeling a lot of heartbreak over your work and financial situation right now. Even if you're a full time student, you're still struggling with money in some way. You might feel you work hard with no pay off and you're boss/manager mught not be understanding/care about your situation. Some of you feel like you miss out on havibg a social life because if school/work. Also when I was tryna shuffle your pile it literally wouldn't shuffle, like i had to try to (i think its called a valley shuffle where you split the deck in half and try to push them towards each other) three times. I think you might have a little more time to focus on romance in the future but I'm really this isn't a priority for you right now. You may just be reading this cuz you're bored. Some of you could be aroace. You could also be meeting potential dates/partners that don't have their finances together and that could really annoy you later on.

3: You could meet your future partner soon. You may felt like pile 1 at some point where you felt confined by your sexuality. I don't think you feel that way anymore. I keep getting distracted during your reading. You could've went through some change or transformation that doesn't have to do with love but now you feel much more content with yourself. I'm getting in the future you might find someone you really like, even if they aren't long term/very serious, as a result of your inner work.

A: You might find yourself questioning why you like this person so much. I don't think you'll understand what draws you to them, for some of you its underlying abandonment issues, you may feel less lonely when you're around them. Spme of you might confuse this with romance when you don't actually have romantic feelings for them, or it's very little. This person could make you feel like a kid again and might actually appeal to your inner child but idk if they would actually be somebody you want to/or should have a friendship. For some of you, this person won't really be good to you, they might not actually end up meaning much to you. You could really romanticize and over-glorify having a connection with them. Lol y'all don't get pressed I have issues with this as well, it doesn't mean you can't stop this from happening.

B: Y'all may like pink and purple in particular the pastel versions. You might feel like this came about as a result of your own hard work and it wasn't a miracle or blessing this person came into your life. Y'all may really click and you might feel like you really know this person/become very close to them. You guys might get each other gifts often, or this relationship is very reciprocal, equal in terms of energy. You might feel like this is your soulmate.

C: This may be someone you currently wish you could talk to. You may be at a distance from them. You could be at a standstill. For others, you have yet to actually talk to them and just admire them from afar. I think they present themselves really well and you may glamorize/idolize them a lot. For some of you, this is someone you had a fight with, and you want to start talking to each other again. You glamorizing or putting them on pedestal is an obstacle and might make them very intimidating to you. You might put them abive you and as a result often give them the benefit of the doubt and at times, may enable them to treat you or other people badly.

#ecco2k #shygirl #oklou #pick a card #tarot #pac #pick a pile #queer tarot #tarot reading #love tarot reading #asexual #aroace #aromanitc #ace #ace pride #asexuality #pick a picture #photography #fashion

[valleynix]

Heyy besti I have a request for HCs on the Dimitrescu's bc they live in my head rent free. So what if y/n told each one, 'I want a tattoo, and I want you to put it on me.' As well as let them decide what that tattoo is? How would the ladies feel about it? If any of them agree what might they choose for y/n?

been answering so many asks lately skdfh but i'll get this one before i start writing the next chapter >:D

Alcina Dimitrescu

this woman would pout if you told her you wanted a tattoo

you already look stunning in her eyes; why are you trying to change yourself?

she would be so dramatic for a few days, lamenting how you're just going to ruin your skin-

"you can choose what i get."

now that makes her reconsider

she decides on a rose, similar to the one she has over her heart, right over your left shoulder blade

when you tell her you want her to give it to you, she melts

you rest in her lap while she works, gently tracing patterns on her thigh and humming at her focused grumbling

she learns to love it, in time, just as she's learned to love you

it certainly has its uses :^)

Bela Dimitrescu

when you approach her about the idea, she's a little skeptical at first

she's not too sure about the topic of tattoos, seeing how the castle didn't have much on them, and she worries about how safe it is for you (which is funny, considering she also has a tattoo, though hers is more cult-like)

can it poison you somehow? is it really permanent? what tools are involved? does she need to call someone-

you ease her worries about your human health and assure her you'll be fine

if it would make her feel better, she could choose the design and give it to you :)

i feel like Bela would worry too much about messing up and disappointing you, so she just hires someone and sits with you, holding your hand tightly as something like a music note is tattooed onto your skin

when you're done, she finds it's a lovely place for her to place her mouth after it's healed ;)

Cassandra Dimitrescu

she's all for it

she's not really the kind of person to dictate what you do to your own body, though she will offer her input if she thinks it's needed

with a tattoo, she's actually the one that asks if she can do it

after some very careful deciding and designing of tattoos (her sketches range from animals to weapons), she settles on the design of her favorite sickle, carefully ensuring she has each and every nick in its blade drawn out

it takes some time for her to be satisfied, and you wait patiently while she sketches, grinning when you catch her with her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth

she's cute when she's focused like this

it's a small tattoo, one she decides to place on your inner forearm, near the crease of your elbow

when she's finished and satisfied with the product, she leans back and hums at her work, then kisses you softly and thanks you for allowing her to do her own artwork on you

it fulfills some tiny little, itty bitty possessive part of her that likes seeing her marks on you

Daniela Dimitrescu

bold of you to assume she would ever be against something like that

you wanted a potentially too enthusiastic and supportive girlfriend? well, you've got one in Daniela

the moment you bring it up, she's all for it, already listing off several ideas she thinks could fit you and where to place them

you listen to her ramble, smiling at her hand movements and the look of awe in her eyes

when you ask her if she would like to give you the tattoo, she freezes

you... would trust her with that? really???

y'all know that one meme of the two girls, where one is sitting on the other's lap and is super focused on putting makeup on her?

that's you and Daniela, and you've never seen her so focused

you settle on a flower design similar to the one between her brows, something she decides to tattoo along the length of your forearm

she bites her lip while she tattoos you, eyes hard and fully focused as she slowly goes about it

when she's done, you thank her and kiss her, only for her to decide she has other plans for you

#asks #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #i love this idea skdjfhsdkjfh #it's so cute