#2k+ followers here yet my posts get barely any notes because i just never post

[atiny-piratequeen]

how do get people to talk about your stories with you? i've honestly been trying for years, but barely get any interactions from any one. i know i shouldn't be upset about it, but seeing you and other writers talk about their works just... idk kind of makes me want to give up writing. i'm sorry if this is like sad or weird, but i want to have more interactions with my followers but have no idea where to start...

This may sound weird. And im apologizing in advance.

But its luck. Its literally luck. Ive been writing for over 10 years. Ive been writing for kpop specifically since 2018 ish. Its really like playing the lottery.

Against the Tide is my absolute baby and its very similar to Ataraxia in regards to the fantastical setting and it definitely has more content ive produced than anything for Ataraxia and yet I've gotten more interactions with Beauty Leaves and Ataraxia in these past two months than im sure ive gotten for all of Against the Tide in the three+ ish years I've been writing it.

People will pick and choose what they interact with. There is no one set formula for it. Ive seen fluff series get 200+ notes in a few days and people happily interact with the author. Ive seen things similar get 5 notes and all of them are likes.

Even now, really if you look at it, for as much as I'm getting asks on say, Ataraxia as a verse, Beauty Leaves is still sitting at less than 100 notes im pretty sure and the like to reblog ratio is a joke (most of the reblogs are from me.)

The issue isnt with you or your writing. Its with people not sharing your works. Its with people consuming your works and then just dropping nothing but a like and leaving, if that. Thats what hurts us authors the most because we are not being seen. There are plenty of people out there who I'm sure would LOVE to interact with your works. Who may be curious for more or have little world building questions here and there. They'll never see it sometimes if no one shares it. We authors can only reblog our work but so many times but if our own followers wont help share it, who the hell is gonna see it?

Most of the people who regularly interact with my works at the end of the day are my friends. Gaia, Laz, Dior, Luna, Smalls, these are my friends who I've known for years. Met through writing. Fellow people who also may understand how fucking rough it gets for authors when it feels like your work isnt good enough when the person next to you is getting all these notes and interactions, yet you cant even get a single reblog for something you took who knows how long to share and create with the world.

My advice, if I can give any that help with the pain you're going through and I'm all too familiar with- (again. I have over 2k followers, and most of my interactions are from about 5-7 regulars and of that group literally 95% of us are mutuals. My tag list has over 40 people in it and again, i get reblogs from at best, 4-5 of them that are not me usually unless something REALLY pops off...then i may get like. 10ish. Who knows)

Two things.

One, be your own hype person. Our writing, our worlds, are ours. You work hard in your craft and whether or not people see it will not change the fact that you work hard. You're doing it. Stop to look at what you've done and remind yourself "yea. I fucking did that." And be proud because come hell or high water, its yours. Plus, if you have the time, posting things about what your writing (character blurbs, mood boards, story snippets, spoilers here and there, general world building nuggets) help pique interest. Its how i did it with Against The Tide (i literally never shut the fuck up about AtT and people began to notice and get curious) and literally most of Ataraxia's world building now is because again, i didnt shut the fuck up about something that started small and kept talking about things here and there and then people got curious and asked their questions and just like that, it helped me refine and shape what was originally fuzzy images and vague ideas. Sometimes being your own marketing manager helps wonders

Two, your writing is for you at the end of the day. 1k notes or no notes. You're writing for you. As long as its something your passionate about and something you put heart into, its always worth it. Even if other people dont seem to appreciate it. Join some nets, make some friends with fellow writers. Talk about it there. Honestly it works wonders to have other writer friends because some writers (im looking at myself) will deadass reblog shit they know their friend is working on in a heartbeat with or without having read it. The writing community tends to look after each other most of the time here so i would say if its something thats hurting and truly getting under your skin, tell the world more. Join and share with nets. Talk and hype your works up as much as possible.

Its always worth it when you work for it.

Im sorry i dont really have any foolproof method. I have a few of my own friends i feel envy for because of how consistently some of them get reblogs, get shares, get interactions. Its a bitch and a half and its honestly something I've been saying for years. Its not fair for content creators (artists, gif makers, writers) to give give give all of our worlds our crafts and our effort and then have to beg the people who are take take taking to do the bare minimum and interact with more than a passing like, if that.

Im sorry you're feeling disheartened, friend. If you feel comfortable, send your work to me sometime. I'll happily boost you up if you feel okay with it. Every writer has their own stories to share and I hope some day people will appreciate yours, too

Pace yourself and remember you're doing great regardless

#asks #anontiny #long asks #this breaks my heart #ive been saying shit like this for so long about ppl interacting goodness

[peakyblindersxx]

whiskey buisness - john shelby x reader (part 2 of ?)

read part one here!

a/n: hey loves! i'm finishing up school rn, but i had to get this out and i'm about to start working on a tommy request immediately after i upload this. anyways, i'm so excited to post this series, it's incredible and i can't thank my bestie @stxdyblr-2k enough. she is a fucking genius :)

prompt: you can't get john out of your head. lo and behold, here he is.

warnings: fluff, mentions of smut, angsty af, soft john (ugh my heart)

Despite your best efforts, you'd been unable to stop yourself yearning for John Shelby. Your pokey flat now often lay empty; you were far too busy to mope at home due to your career as a personal assistant to a local solicitor who was allied with the Shelby's, attending rallies and lectures with Ada and the drunken nights you'd spend at various mansions, galleries and club openings with the "razor chasers" you'd become friendly with due to their refusal to leave Ada alone. Yet still, in those odd seconds of calm you seized over a cigarette, the first seconds after a bump of Tokyo, when you carefully applied your makeup, styled your hair or bathed, you'd think of him. The way the pads of his fingertips felt on your skin, how he’d muttered in your ear how pretty you looked.

But this was different to when you were dreaming about John at 15; he was no longer the allusive older brother of Ada who had a string of beautiful girls on rotation. He wasn’t a fantasy anymore. He was true flesh and blood, and for a moment he had wanted you.

It would be delicious if the whole situation hadn't left a bitter taste in your mouth. Of course you came back to Brum to only immediately fuck it up. The first night, and already you were so close to ruining everything? Looking back, now that you were so close with Ada once more, now that you knew who John had grown to be, that night was cringe inducing. Luckily, no one had seemed to catch on. Luckily, you thrived in the Small Heath rumour mill once again. All the gossip about you was mainly about your substance use, the lads you were seen curling up with outside nightclubs, your intelligence, your helpful nature, sometimes your questionable politics but that was all. John's was far darker, stories of blood, death and gasoline. Recently, the tales of his conquests had quietened, but only due to the lurid delight taken by the factory workers in talking about the recent blinding of some poor fucker who'd crossed the wrong person. Obviously, a lot of the detail had to be exaggerated for shock value and to boost the Shelby status, solidifying them as notorious throughout Birmingham city and its rural surroundings. There were murmurs everywhere about the violent John Shelby: ruthless, cocky, vengeful. It seemed impossible that the same man who cracked shit jokes just to see you smile, kissed you with so much desperation, and prioritised getting you off first could cause such harm without an ounce of guilt or shame to slow his swagger.

Whispers of war were far more constant, but then again, people would say anything for a reaction. You didn't bring it up with Ada. You refused to (openly) partake in mindless gossip on principle, yet you were hungry for information about him.

***********

You'd long forgotten whose wedding you were at. Some loyal blinder, a close friend of the Shelby's, the occasion calling for a large white marquee to be built onto one of Tommy's gardens, fully staffed with the best chef and service team money could buy (from a London restaurant at short notice; when Finn told you the extortionate figure Tommy had paid, your jaw had dropped). The cake, dress and decorations were stunning; you weren't sure exactly what the groom had done for the Shelby's but you could only assume the worst for what they'd splashed out on him.

However, thinking like that only spoilt your night: you'd realised at your fifth club takeover, now you repeated it like a mantra constantly. You'd quickly learnt every excess the Shelby's granted to those outside their circle were due to some perceived sacrifice for being associated with them. Well, that's what you chose to believe after John had sent a junior blinder to your office with a bouquet, the Monday morning after he turned you down. So, it was best to smile and take the shit, get paid, and get out as soon as possible. You were to keep your head down until then.

Yet, keeping your head down was difficult tonight. Ada had treated you to a shopping trip to London for the occasion this morning, Arthur forcing the junior blinders to tag along next to you on the train and trailing less than two metres behind you for hours. You missed the days when it was just you and Ada. It was far more simple without the stares whenever the two of you stepped out. Ada had gotten used to it, she'd devised her own methods of being completely alone; complex plans involving leaving a window open, knotting sheets into a rope and twisting her ankles. Not that she minded, she reckoned the suffocation of being a Shelby was much worse than a few bruised ankles.

You were wearing a clingy emerald green dress from some fancy French boutique you couldn't even pronounce, the diamond necklace sitting along your collarbone and the jewels dangling through your ears were on loan from Ada. You felt eyes unpicking you the moment you entered the after-party. Your arm was linked through Ada's as per usual, she looked equally stylish in a peacock blue number that set off her eyes, her delicate features perfected with makeup.

You'd quickly found your gaggle and began drinking and dancing the night away. Whispers about snow arose from your table, people disappearing to the toilets to rail a line on the bathroom counter, then to the dance floor or to the lap of the poor fucker who'd hold back their hair while they vomited in just a few hours. At least the Blinders were polite about it. Isaiah would kill them if they weren’t. You'd let your arm be tugged on various bathroom trips, treated among your group like secret missions although you weren't entirely subtle about it.

What you weren't aware of was across the marquee, you were being watched by the three men in your life who you'd never want to see you in this state: the Shelby's.

"Looks like Finn's taken your spot, John." Arthur yelled in John's ear over the loud music, gesturing to the youngest Shelby sat at the table next to you who was staring up at you in complete adoration as you chatted across him to Michael, seemingly arguing with him. By the looks of it, you were winning.

John pulled a face at Arthur. “Fuck off, old man. That'll never happen. Finn’s too young for her." He immediately regretted the words that had fallen out of his mouth, revealing far too much for his comfort.

"It's not impossible."

"He's just not right for her, yeah?"

"And you are?"

John didn't bother to bless him with a verbal response, instead flipping him off and downing the rest of his whiskey. "It's not like that."

"What's it like then? Because from where I'm sitting, it's pretty fucking clear, John." Arthur slurred, glass of whiskey sloshing onto his sleeve.

"You're too gone to even know you're chatting shit." John sneered, standing up, "I'm off for a smoke and some fresh air. Try not to fuck anything in my absence, both of you."

His brothers cursed him out as he left. John took a second to figure out his route, purposefully having to cross your path, gesturing for you to follow him subtly. He was surprised you came trailing after him, telling Michael that you weren’t done yelling at him and you’d be back. When you were both only metres from the marquee, he knew you were fucked. You were instantly bored, begging him for a cigarette, which he lit for you, shaking his head at your state.

"You're a fucking mess, love." He said, mouth sloping attractively to one side.

"Takes one to know one, John-boy. Where are we off to, then?"

"Somewhere fucking quiet, can barely hear myself think. Plus, you need to sober the fuck up, lass." He said, softly, as he walked across the dew soaked grass. You followed, heels in hand, holding your dress up as not to ruin it. He sighed, taking the shoes from your hands and wrapping his blazer around your shoulders, linking your arm through his for stability. He kept the distance respectful, but there wasn’t any denying the thick tension in the summer air between the two of you. Ahead, there was a small stone bench sat at the foot of one of Thomas' manicured gardens, and John offered his hand to help you sit. You made small talk and caught up on each other's lives, and you noted John only seemed to glow when you asked about his kids. He talked at length, the drink seemingly unhinging his jaw. There he was again, the John you knew and had admired for so many years. You could sit here forever, watching his blue eyes sparkle in the sunlight. Yet, it just wasn’t meant to be. You wished you could stop time just for a bit, give you enough moments to memorize the freckles on his skin.

"You know the night I first came home?" The alcohol and snow had loosened your lips. You were teetering on the edge of your boundaries, but you couldn't care enough to hold back.

"The night where absolutely nothing happened?" He joked, raising an eyebrow at you, cautious that you'd randomly brought it up in your state. "Sweetheart, this can wait."

He was warning you. For a second you managed to bite your tongue, but curiosity tipped you over the edge.

"But something nearly happened, right?"

"Y/N. Don't." He warned, his tone icy, suddenly distancing from you, hiding between an emotional boundary which he didn't wish to explore.

"John, it's just us. Can't we even talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about, though. You were off your face then, and now. That's fine. We know where we stand. It can't happen."

"I wanted to. I do want to."

"You don't. Trust me. You need a nice lad who'll marry you and look after you. Just need to keep your nose clean long enough yeah?" He teased, trying to lighten the mood, blue eyes begging you to move on.

Your head turned to face him, your face contorting in a mixture of confusion and irritation. "You don't get to tell me what I want or need. The last thing I want is to marry any lad, nice or not."

"I didn't mean it like that, right? Look, I just meant you deserve better than Shelby scum. You're going places you know? Don't settle for Small Heath." John responded with a pained sigh. He didn’t want to get into it with you; not here, not like this. He'd thought about it, naturally. You were constantly on his mind, yet only problems ever seemed to appear, never solutions. It was best for him to avoid you. Why the fuck did he drag you out here? Horrible idea.

"Your family isn't scum. Where the fuck did you get that from?" Your face was screwed up in genuine rage. "I-"

"Y/N, fuckin’ leave it."

His face had hardened completely now. He'd snapped at you. His voice hadn't raised, it was just the power he spat his order out with. You held up your hands in mock surrender, pointedly taking a cigarette from his front pocket and light it silently, not saying a word.

"Why are you so bothered, anyways?" He asked, breaking the silence like you knew he would. John always had to ask questions.

"Fuck off with that, John. I'm not in the mood."

"What do you mean?" He looked completely lost.

"We nearly had sex. Just sex, nothing else right?"

John remained silent.

"Would it be the worst thing in the world?" You asked, your voice wavering. It was hard enough to get the words out, let alone imagine the response.

"You're far too wasted to chat about this, love."

"John, I’m not-"

"I'm serious. You're fucking mashed like my brothers aren't you? Like all those other fuckers in there." He sounded genuinely angry. In the glow of the sunset he looked so much younger, so hurt and lonely. Why hadn't you noticed before?

He turned to you, eyes widened and shocked at his own outburst. "You're not the only one gone yeah? Ignore me, I'm fucked, sorry."

You reached out your hand and linked your fingers through his in silence, the warm evening wind ruffling your hair and dress, blocked from your skin by John's suit jacket which was wrapped around your shoulders. Not that anyone would notice or care. As long as Ada wasn't with you, you could disappear for hours without any alarm. There you sat in the tranquil last few moments of the day, your hand linked with John's, both beyond tipsy. You weren’t thinking properly but it felt right. You felt safe. You didn't want to have to return to the chaos of the party, to have to catch up on who your friends were currently trying to screw. None of that seemed to matter anymore.

Was it too much to ask for something to be simple? Maybe you didn't have to fuck him. Maybe just these small moments were enough. You laughed at the thought when it crossed your mind; neither you nor John were known for consistency or stability in relationships, you being admittedly rather inexperienced, only having been with a few men, and he had his fair share of escapades. But he was just so different. You wouldn't admit that he'd gotten your attention in any way than purely sexually (which surprised you to admit) and for fun, but you genuinely enjoyed his presence.

He was right though. It wasn't a good idea at all to hook up. There was far too much baggage for both of you to make it worth it.

Just once?

You glanced over at John. He rolled his eyes at you, but the edges of his lips were slightly upturned, his dimples faintly peeking through his defined cheeks.

Just once couldn't hurt.

***

The sky was streaked with shades of gold, amber and blood. John could feel the friction from your knee barely knocking against his, the pressure putting him on edge. In fairness, he had drunk heavily, and that's what happens when you let your guard down around beautiful women. He couldn't believe you had told him you wanted to have sex with him still. He'd chalked the whole situation down to a drunken mistake that would have progressed into a far more significant drunken mistake. Ada would never forgive him if he went for another of her mates. Especially Y/N. No matter if he said that Y/N could be different, that you wasn't just another conquest. But who'd believe him?

Far better to keep his mouth shut.

Far better to play safe.

As you were called back to the party by the gaggle of girls John vaguely recognised from hanging off the arms of other blinders, he realised (despite his state) that you were right. Having sex with you wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. In fact, it might be one of the best.

Just once?

He watched your figure disappear back into the marquee, waiting for you to turn back and look for him. You do. He would have done the same if it was him.

Maybe just once wouldn't hurt.

***

to be continued!

#john shelby fluff #john shelby #john shelby x reader #john shelby imagine #john shelby reader insert #peaky blinders fluff #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders

[enjennie]

Chapter 1 - The Long Haul

Exodus

Chapter 2 - Here

Word count: 2k

Moon Yuri loves train rides and sitting for long durations of time, which is why the trip to Oakwood College was a blessing in disguise to the girl who hadn’t had a wink of sleep for the past few weeks because her acceptance letter happened to have lost its way in the mail and only got to her a week before admissions ended. She had approximately two weeks to submit her application, pack up and leave everything behind her. The easiest part was actually the last thing, which she did with no hesitations.

Oakwood College has been her dream school since freshmen year when she came across an ad posted on their billboard for the seniors. They offer the best courses in the country, and that wasn’t even the best thing yet: it was being away from home. Yuri’s legs felt like jelly when she read the acceptance letter. She thought for sure she hadn’t gotten in. But, miracles proved to be true and now as she sat on the train to her new school, she couldn’t help but smile to herself.

“Sorry, is this seat taken? Everywhere else is taken,” a voice disrupts her train of thoughts.

Yuri looks up to see a girl with long dark hair, her locks are clipped to the side and she wore a soft smile on her face.

“Of course,” Yuri gestured to the seat next to hers and the girl beamed before setting her things down and taking a seat. “I’m Jeong Seoyun. Are you attending Oakwood too?” the girl pointed at the school sticker Yuri had smacked onto her suitcase. She smiled, “Yeah! Nice to meet you, Seoyun. I’m Moon Yuri,”

“Sophomore?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Ditto. No one really moves during sophomore year. Well, except some. But, what’s your reason… if you don’t mind?” Seoyun had a vibe to her that Yuri couldn’t explain. She was warm, but cool at the same time. She felt like autumn. “I didn’t receive my letter last year. Oakwood contacted me two weeks ago asking why I didn’t enroll,” Yuri explained.

Seoyun looked perplexed. “You must have outstanding grades, then. Oakwoods doesn’t even respond to emails, let alone make them to personally contact people,” The two laugh and Yuri denied the compliment. In her old school, there was nothing else to focus on but studies. Which is how she managed to become the top in all her subjects, and graduated as valedictorian.

“What do you major in?” the girl relaxed her back against the seat. “Film,” Yuri answered. Seoyun nodded.

“That’s really cool. I know someone from that department. I take up nursing. Sounds boring, I know,”

“No way, that sounds awesome. I wouldn’t survive one semester in that course, though. Can’t handle blood and needles at all,” Yuri sniggered and Seoyun cracked into a smile. “Thanks. And that’s too bad, I hope you’ll be okay during vaccination day,”

“What now?”

“Vaccination day. Oakwood requires them once a year,”

Yuri looked at Seoyun with eminent fear written on her face and the girl burst into laughter. “I’m kidding! You should’ve seen your face, Moon Yuri. Hilarious,” Seoyun points at Yuri who’d taken a relieved breath.

The two spend the next two hours of the train ride talking and joking about and Yuri has never been happier to have found a new friend already.

“Which building are you in? If you’re in Beverly then we could go together since that’s where I room,” Yuri and Seoyun had gotten off the train and were now walking to the front gates of what would be called their home away from home for the next three years. “I got assigned to Athena, actually… is that far from Beverly?” Yuri pouted. She already didn’t want to be separated from her friend.

“That’s right next to Beverly!”

Yuri follows Seoyun into the large campus and they walk the path along the field and several school buildings until they finally reach their respective dorm houses. “Here’s Beverly and… over there, is your home sweet home,” Seoyun points to the similar looking building beside the one they stood in front of. The two exchange numbers and Yuri thanks Seoyun for accompanying her. She takes her bags and walks up to the now terrifying looking building. It was only scary because now, she had to face it alone.

But according to the dean, when she’d spoken to her on the phone, Yuri’s roommate wouldn’t be arriving until second semester due to some personal business. Which is why Yuri was grateful and relieved to have met Seoyun.

She carries her suitcase up the flight of stairs and looked around to look for her room. To her delight, she finds it right away, right by the stairs. Yuri took the key in her pocket and unlocked the room, revealing a fairly spacious room complete with two beds, two dressers and a closet for each person. In the middle of the room, was a door to the terrace.

She takes the bed on the right, and puts her stuff down to unpack.

Yuri was just about done unpacking when her phone buzzed in her pocket. She takes it out and reads the message she received from her dad.

Hi, pumpkin. How is college life so far?

Barely started, just moved in.

Knew you’d fit right in! Goodluck, kiddo.

Yuri rolled her eyes and scoffed at her dad’s half-assed text, throwing her phone to her bed and putting her last set of clothes into the closet and sliding the suitcase underneath her bed. Three knocks sounded from the door and Seoyun’s head pops in before Yuri could say come in.

“Hey, newbie. All settled in, I see,” Seoyun makes her way inside and Yuri spots a girl behind her. “This is Lee Minjae, my roommate,” Seoyun gestures to the stranger who had her eyes glued to her phone, typing rapidly. “Hi! Yuri, right? It’s nice to meet you,” Minjae was busy with her phone, but she shot a Yuri a small smile, which the girl returned. “Likewise, Minjae,”

“I see you took Yeeun’s old room,” Seoyun played with the curtains of the windows with her fingers before taking a seat on the edge of Yuri’s bed.

“Oh you know my roommate? The dean said she’d be here next sem,” Yuri shut her closet door and the two girls behind her exchanged looks. “The dean said that?” Minjae asked, suddenly not interested in her phone. “Yeah,” Yuri assured. “Do you know her?”

“She’s a close friend,” was all Minjae says. Yuri nods, placing her hands on either side of her hips.

“Hungry?” Seoyun deliberately changes the subject. Both Minjae and Yuri nod and the three girls pile out of the room and down the stairs, on their way to the dining hall.

 The sun was just setting and you can see it from where the three girls walked. But Yuri couldn’t enjoy the view of it, when a rogue soccer ball came hurling straight at her head from out of nowhere followed by the indistinct yelling of boys, presumably the ones responsible for it.

“Omg, Yuri! Are you okay?” Seoyun and Minjae’s concerned faces is all Yuri can see from where she lie on the ground. “Don’t worry,” Yuri managed to say through the pain. “I’ll live,”

Amidst the chaos, Yuri could hear the voice of a man. “I am so sorry. Renjun’s a complete jackass and can’t play soccer for shit-“

“Don’t blame this on Renjun now,”

“Jesus, Seoyun. Sorry your boyfriend couldn’t play for shit,” the voice spoke again.

Yuri closes her eyes, trying to get her world to stop spinning, before she’s pulled up from the ground by an impressively great strength. “Wow, Seoyun you’re strong,” she commented on it, truly believing Seoyun could pull her up so easily, but she was wrong. When she opens her eyes once more, it wasn’t in fact Seoyun, but a boy with dark hair and an encaptivating smile.

“I’m not Seoyun, but thank you,” he chuckled. Yuri rubbed her temples, groaning at herself. “Sorry. I really thought-“ she can’t continue her sentence as she couldn’t help but laugh at herself.

“I’m Jeno, what’s your name?” the boy introduces himself.

“Yuri,” she  responds. “My name is Yuri,”

“The name’s just as pretty as the person,” Jeno comments and Yuri feels heat rushing to her cheeks. The boy laughs, finding Yuri getting flustered an amusing sight. Behind him, another boy had come rushing in, apologizing profusely. “Are you alright? I’m really sorry, Jeno told me to just kick and I did,” the boy who Yuri guessed was named Renjun came into her view as he pushed Jeno out of the way.

“I’m fine! Don’t worry,” Yuri laughs it off, despite feeling the beating of her heart through her head, which to her knowledge, isn’t supposed to happen, but she didn’t want to be dramatic in front of these new people. Renjun gives her a smile, before turning to Seoyun behind him and placing his arms around her shoulder. “And how are you, my princess?” he cooed.

“Ugh, get a room. Come on, Yuri. You’re fine, yeah? Jeno go take your ball and leave!” Minjae scowls at the boy who raises his hand in defeat. “Yes, coach,” he joked. Jeno shoots Yuri a wink before jogging off, making sure to drag Renjun with him which left the girls to continue their disrupted plan to eat.

“Listen, Yuri. Don’t get yourself tangled up with Lee Jeno now. He’s big trouble,” Seoyun says, linking arms with Yuri who was just finishing up a juicebox. “Why not?” Yuri gulped, too shy to admit she found him a bit cute. “Trust me. He’ll make you feel like you’re on top of the world, then leave you to fall face flat to the ground once it becomes too much for him,” explained Seoyun. “That sounds awfully detailed, Seoyun,” Yuri inspected Seoyun’s face in the moonlight. She looked stunning, her long dark hair framed her features well and her lips were always curled into a smile. Yuri’s eyes flew to Minjae, who was once again glued to her phone. Her hair fell over her face, which was illuminated by the light from her phone.

“Oh shut up, Yuri. Me and Jeno? No way! I’ve just seen it happen to countless of girls,”

Yuri made sure to make a mental note of Seoyun’s advice.

The next day, Yuri was surprised to find out that she could no longer go on her social media and that the college apparently modified the Wi-Fi settings in which the students needed a certain password only given to teachers, to access any site they wanted. She discovers this when her Instagram stops loading as she had her cereal with Minjae and Seoyun.

“How about on weekends? Do they… remodify it then?” Yuri asked, desperation in her voice. Seoyun shook her head no, “Don’t worry, we got that covered,” she had a sly grin on her face. Yuri couldn’t ask any further questions as Seoyun got up to put her tray away. Minjae yawned, she barely touched her food.

“What she means is… every weekend, we go to Hyebin’s house and get our mental check there. Y’know, use the Wi-Fi and shit,” Minjae explained to the dumbfounded girl. “We’ll introduce you to Hyebin, she’s cool,”

Yuri nodded, the information still not sinking in. Probably because she didn’t have the best sleep last night. A new place and knowing the next day would be her actual first day in the college of her dreams, it made Yuri restless and toss and turn. Which is why she faced the living hell torture of trying to keep her eyes open during a 2 hour lecture on what is supposed to be her favorite subject; cinematography.

Coffee. Why didn’t I drink damn coffee? She thought to herself, and as if someone had been reading her mind, Yuri felt something warm brush up against her fingers. She opens her eyes and lift her head to see a cup of coffee. She looked beside her, and take notice of the boy she was too sleepy to acknowledge when she got in. After a few moments of Yuri just looking at him, he gets closer and whispers.

“Drink up, you look like you need it more than me,” he smiles, and his smile alone was enough to wake every fiber in Yuri’s body. She raises the cup to her lips and took a sip. And who could you be?

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[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

The Lie (Part 3)

*Not my Gif*

The Lie Masterlist

Post Date: 2-7-20

Paring: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 2K

~Master~

~Harry Potter Master~

Nothing could’ve prepared you for waking up the next morning in Remus’ bed without the boy in question with you.

“Remus?” you called out as you sat up, only to hear silence. It wasn’t unusual that Remus let you sleep in a little when you didn’t have any classes and he did, but this morning was different. He didn’t have a single class today and the note he’d always leave for you on his pillow was gone. You took a deep breath, a slight shiver making its way through your spine as the hair on your neck stood on end.

Something felt wrong.

You couldn’t figure out the feeling as you glanced around the room, your eyes finding the bed just a few feet away. James’ bed. The area looked clean, way too clean for the boy you knew who refused to pick up his jumper because he didn’t want to bend over. You furrowed your brows, moving to pick up the new jumper that was currently laying on the pillow. As soon as you touched it, the door swung open, making you jump away. You weren’t sure who you were expecting to walk in, but Frank wasn’t one of them.

“What are you doing here, Longbottom?” you asked kindly as he came into the room, throwing his robe onto James’ bed.

“I’m moving in.” He said as your jaw dropped.

“Moving in?” He nodded, giving you a soft grin. You quietly watched as he laid down, throwing his feet onto the bed. “Frank, what’s going on?”

He raised a brow at you, the realization of your standing becoming clear to him. “James and I switched rooms…” His voice slowed down before he cleared his throat. “I thought Lupin would’ve told you.”

“Oh... Oh! Yeah, no. Totally. Must’ve slipped my mind.” You played off your lie by shooting him a grin before rushing out of the room as soon as you were done talking. You didn’t really know what to think at this point, James moved out of his dorm room and it was completely your fault. You ran to your room to change before heading down to breakfast, needing time to process what was happening and to find Remus. Your robes flowed behind you as you jogged through the castle to the Great Hall.

You passed by a pair of 3rd years sitting outside the hall, chatting between themselves until one of the girls locked eyes with you and despite the smile you offered, she clamped her mouth shut. Her friend followed her eyes, both watching you past them until you were a few feet away. But not far enough not to hear their whispers. “That’s the girl who cheated with James Potter.”

The smile on your lips fell immediately but you didn’t stop walking. They couldn’t have said that. There was no way some 3rd years heard what happened. It was in your head, right?

You were nervous when you approached the giant doors, the boisterous chatter inside making your nerves settle only slightly. And yet the moment you entered, your stomach flopped, and all eyes turned to you, quiet whispers sounding around the room.

Everyone knew.

You tried to ignore it, scanning the room for your friends or anyone really but you couldn’t think. The only thing you could hear was their insults and their conversations and before you knew it you were racing out of there. You couldn’t tell if you were crying or what but soon you ended up by the lake, falling onto your knees in front of the frozen body of water.

Your reflection looked scattered against the ice, your face didn’t look like yours anymore and it killed you. The girl staring back wasn’t you. You pushed yourself backwards, crawling on the ground fast without looking before your hand hit someone’s foot. You turned around to see Lily sitting against a tree, a frown on her face that you could barely make out through the scarf pulled up on her face, blocking out the cold.

“Sorry.” You mumbled as you scooted over, giving her space before you stood up. Lily watched you, her cheeks red and glossy as you ran a hand over your face, sparing a glance at the castle behind you. Lily gave you an almost pitiless laugh.

“Everyone knows. Don’t they?” Her voice was hoarse, almost as if she sat there all morning crying. You locked eyes with her briefly before nodding, playing the pile of snow collecting under your feet.

“Lils, I’m sorry-“

“Don’t call me that.” You were somewhat taken back but nodded your head, respectful of the girls wishes. “You lost that privilege when you slept with James.”

The cold air calmed your breathing as you blinked back potential tears, turning to head back inside and let Lily have her time but she stopped you. “You slept with my boyfriend, Y/N.” She sounded so broken. You broke her.

“I’m sorry Lily. If I could go back, If I could change things, I would in a heartbeat.” She just laughed again.

“You shouldn’t have done it anyways.” She pointed to the spot next to her and after you hesitated you sat on the blanket she put out, making sure to leave some space in between to two of you. “You’re my best friend Y/N. I was supposed to trust you. I did trust you. Why didn’t you tell me? Or Remus?”

You buried your head in your knees, covering the tears falling freely as you whimpered. “What was I supposed to had said Lily? I didn’t want to believe I could’ve done something so stupid, something I promised myself I’d never do. And then I did it with James.” You felt like your throat was closing up as you sputtered a breath, leaning your head against the tree behind you. “If I lose you, if I lose Rem, Sirius, Peter, hell even James, that’s on me. I fucked up.”

Lily sat there, looking at the side of your face as you closed your eyes. “Yeah… yeah you did.” You thought she was wanted you to leave and you were about to before you felt her hand reaching for yours, giving it a squeeze the moment your hands were locked together. “But you’re still my best friend.”

What the hell did you do to have these people in your life?!

You sat with her for another hour, following her example and casting a heating charm over yourself before Lily decided to head inside, leaving you alone.

Not long after Lily left you did it begin to snow, light snowflakes falling onto your face as you closed your eyes again, feeling the cool mix of your tears and snow dancing down your cheeks. It soothed you, despite the mess you’ve found yourself in, this place would always calm you.

“How did I know you’d be here?” You didn’t need to turn around to know it was Remus, but you did, looking up to see him leaning against the tree and staring out at the lake.

“Because you know me better than anyone.” Remus normally would’ve chuckled, but it didn’t seem like the right thing at the moment. He fell into Lily’s old spot, letting you throw your legs over his and rest your head against his shoulder.

“Where’d you go this morning?” You asked Remus after a few minutes of sitting there. Remus didn’t answer, instead he took your hand in his and began to play with your fingers. You just furrowed your brows. “Remus? Does it have anything to do with the fact Longbottom is moving into James bed?”

“I can’t Y/N. Having him there, that close to me. After what he did?” He shook his head, his jaw locking as he adverted his eyes from you.

“What I did too?” you whispered, hiding your face in his shoulder. Remus once again shook his head.

“I’m not taking about that part.” He grumbled, making you confused. You were about to ask him what he was talking about before you thought back to last night and everything Remus had told you.

“Sirius told you about the classroom.”

“He kissed you sober Y/N. How the bloody hell am I just supposed to let that go?!” He was basically seething as you reached up, cupping his face and making him look at you.

“You just have to Remus. James was stupid, he acted like a manky tosser, but that doesn’t mean you need to throw away years of friendship. At least not for me.” You knew Remus was going to challenge your words and defend you but you just shook your head, grabbing his hand and squeezing. You laid your head back down on his shoulder, shifting to allow Remus to put his hand on your back, rubbing up and down.

The rest of the day wasn’t as good as this morning. You tried to ignore the gossip going around the school, but you couldn’t stand it. You’ve heard hundreds of different stories of your own life, some of them saying that James seduced you or you seduced him, a couple of them saying you got James drunk and used him, and others inferring James paid to get you to sleep with him. But no matter how you looked at it, you were the bad guy.

That night there was party in the Gryffindor common room, one that you were dreading immensely. Obviously last time didn’t go so well for you and despite the way your heart was pounding in your ears, you left your room, hearing the music begin to play. No one watched as you entered, making you feel better already. You decided to skip the drinking, sticking to just pumpkin juice. The music was loud, flooding thorough your ears as you tried to find Remus. It smelt like sweat as you looked around, kids all over jumping like crazy. A familiar head of long black hair swept through the crowd as you followed him, seeing a completely sober Sirius leading Marlene through the room until he turned around to see you there.

You weren’t sure if this was one of those moments Sirius was going to regret. Sirius caught your raised eye as he glanced between you and Marlene, giving you a thumbs and you relaxed. “Have you seen Remus?!” you shouted to Sirius over the drunken laughs and music. He shook his head, glancing around the room before mouthing a sorry. You shrugged, giving him a quick smile before moving on past him and Marlene who’s arms still clung tight around his neck. You spent a few more minutes looking, dodging through the people before you ended up in the middle of the common room, standing on the table to peer over the heads.

You could see Remus’ fluffy brown hair in the corner of the room as you jumped off the table, ducking and making your way over to him. You were almost there before you heard shouting, words you couldn’t make out being yelled over the still pounding music as people separated into a circle, two people fighting in the middle that you couldn’t make out.

“Pardon me.” You mumbled as you pushed away the people even more, the voices becoming more and more hash yet extremely recognizable. One of them you could tell right away was Remus, you’d know his voice everywhere. But the other? Well, you knew that voice too. All eyes and ears in the room turned to the two friends and you froze in your steps, pushing on when you heard James’ voice echo as the music came to a stop.

His words were very shortly followed by a loud thud as you finished the distance, pushing aside Wood to see James on the ground, unresponsive with Remus standing over him, his breathing heavy as he held his fist close to his body, with his knuckles pinking. No one said a thing as you just stared at Remus. He didn’t even know you were there. All he could think about were James’ words just seconds before Remus punched him. The words that were echoing in his head, pulling his attention to his throbbing hand and the boy on the ground.

“I loved her!”

A/N: Part 3! Feel free to comment or send me an ask to tell me what you think!

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[twit-moonstar]

Up for a long time - Brian May x Reader

A/N: This was for a hosted Valentine’s day secret santa but I couldn’t finished it in time bc life. I am really sorry I’m posting this so late

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Warnings: none (just a note: this is situated on 1977/1978)

Words: 2K+

Summary: Y/N was invited by Brian May to accompany him during the Sheer Heart Attack tour and as its ending gets closer, she expresses her sadness over having to say him goodbye soon, unless… maybe she doesn’t have to.

 A blissful sigh left Brian’s lips as you cuddle against his side, his long fingers petting your hair lazily. 

“Wouldn’t it be nice if we could stay here forever, just the two of us? I’m gonna miss this,” you say with melancholy, as if you parting ways was a matter of fact—because, well, it was. What were the chances that he would want to keep seeing you? He was a guitarist in a rising band that was getting more and more famous. You were beginning to feel sad at the thought of missing him even if you were still by his side. It was strange to you how at ease he makes you feel even though you meet barely two months ago. It’s not an everyday occurrence that a cute musician invites you to come along on tour with his band to America but you weren’t stupid enough to miss on this chance. Besides, he had a certain charm that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, like he wasn’t even trying. Just like that, he could smile, and you would do anything he asked. A few minutes passed, in which he didn’t replied, and you started to think about what you had said. Did you cross a line there? Was that inappropriate? But being with him felt so right… and you were sure he felt the same way about you. Well, you were until now. Finally, he spoke. “What if you didn’t have to?” You smiled, feeling relief that he wasn’t weirded out by your comment. “What? What do you mean?” “What if - if we got married?” His words were shaky, his voice soft and quiet in the dim room. You look up at him. “Are you joking? Because, let me you tell you, it’s not funny,” you state. He shakes his head no. “I’m not.“ You get away from him, sitting up on the bed to look at him. It’s hard to describe the look on his eyes, it’s very serious but also a little dreamy, like he has his head on the clouds. And you might be the very reason why. “Really?” You say softly as if you were expecting him to laugh and declare it was indeed a joke but you know him well; he would never be so cruel. Your mother once told you that you must see a man getting happy, tired, sad and, above all, angry and stressed before you got married. She believed that if you saw him in such states, you would know if you were ready to handle sharing your life with him. Despite knowing him for so little time, you had already seen how he acted when he wasn’t feeling well and it never seemed like something that you couldn’t soothe. “Yeah,” he nodded. “Well, then,” you smiled, “ask me properly.” “Y/N Y/L/N, would to make me the honour of being my wife?” “Yes!” you exclaimed, throwing yourself to him and embracing him on a tight hug. He took your face between his hands and kissed you, smiling when you broke apart. “Well, then, we’re engaged now.”

“When– when do you want to do it, though?” You asked. You wouldn’t lie, you weren’t able to contain your excitement. You were going to get married! It felt like a dream, like you would wake up in any moment in an empty bed on the hotel. “Tomorrow maybe?” Brian suggested. “It’s my day off before we get going to the next city.” “Okay,” you accepted. “While you’re at rehearsal, I’ll make sure we have what we need to do it.” He kissed you again. “Alright but first, let’s get breakfast.”

Standing in front of a little mirror on the reception, you check your lipstick, even though Brian said he wouldn’t pay for any photographs here—both of you were afraid they would be leaked and all over the magazines. Despite all the paparazzi constantly following the band, Brian had done his best effort to protect your privacy as much as he could and you weren’t quite ready to give up your anonymity just yet. Besides, you were aware that a secret wedding with a woman Brian met just three months ago wouldn’t do wonders for his reputation. A pair of hands sneaked up on your waist, hugging you softly. “Are you ready?” He whispered on your ear. You turned around, your arms surrounding his neck. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” you assure him and his lips curve up into a smile. A blonde woman came up to you—her name was Marie, according to the tag on her blazer— and cleared her throat. “Excuse me, the venue is ready. Follow me, please,” she said and started walking you guide you. She opened the door and a wedding march started to sound as you entered the room and walked towards the altar, Brian holding your hand the entire time. The Victorian Venue was beautiful, so beautiful you almost regretted eloping—though both Roger and Freddie weren’t at the hotel and Deacy and Veronica were with their kids—. It was a large room, simply decorated with cascading silk drapes and a pair of pillars with candelabras as the wedding altar. It was all very white, and you were glad you had chosen to wear a light blue dress that contrasted with the room. The officiant, a middle aged men, looked as you stand in front of each other. Brian had a smile plastered across his face, reaching his hazel eyes and illuminating his beautiful features. “Brian May and Y/N Y/L/N, today you enter as individuals, but you will leave here as husband and wife, blending your lives, expanding your family ties, and embarking upon the grandest adventure of human interaction,” the officiant said. “Brian and Y/N, remember to treat yourselves and each other with respect, and remind yourselves often of what brought you together. Take responsibility for making the other feel safe and give the highest priority to the tenderness, gentleness and kindness that your connection deserves. Please, repeat after me–” “Actually, I’d like to have the word,” you interrupt him, shyly, and Brian looks at you with surprise. You hadn’t discussed having your own vows and he clearly didn’t expected it but you had been thinking about them since last night. “Of course.” “I - I know that for anyone outside us this will look rushed after only a few weeks but in that time you have made me the happiest I’ve ever been. I’ve seen you in the most intimate situations and I know I’m ready to spend my life with you. It might not be easy– but nothing every really is and I’m ready to whatever is coming at us.” Brian’s smile and eyes were warm, full of fondness. His hands squeezed yours briefly, a silent ‘I love you.’ “Y/N, meeting you wasn’t on my plans. I’d have never guessed that I’d fall so hard, so fast for you but your sweet ways, your genuine excitement for life and new experiences, your energy and the passion you put on everything you do made me feel like a fifteen years old boy falling in love for the first time. I am enchanted by you, and I’m so happy I get the chance to try to make you as happy as you make me.” You feel your smile getting bigger, so wide it almost hurted but you didn���t cared. It was a nice kind of pain, it meant you couldn’t contain the happiness you were feeling inside you and for a moment you thought about how you wanted to proclaim to the entire world that you were married to the lofe of your life. You squeezed his hands for a second. You both let go of your hands to get the rings. His was one he already had but rarely used and yours was one you had bought on a market on one of your solo adventures exploring the city while he was working. They weren’t permanent rings; “I promise I’ll get you a proper ring once we’re on London again,” he had said, and you assured him you were okay with these as of now. Despite the band’s success, you knew he wasn’t really getting much money and didn’t care he didn’t buy an expensive ring. “Brian May, please repeat after me as you place the ring on Y/N Y/L’s ring. With this ring, I thee wed and pledge you my love, now and forever.” “With this ring, I thee wed and pledge you my love, now and forever,” he recited softly as he put the ring on you finger. After you repeat it, you both sign the marriage certificate and the officiant finally says the words that linked your lives for the rest of it. “By the authority vested in my by the State of San Francisco, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!” Brian did as told, reaching down to kiss you softly, taking his time to show you how much he loved you on his gentle movements. “I love you, Mrs. May,,” he said once you broke apart. You giggle. “I love you too, Mr May.”

“Honey, I’m home!” Brian exclaimed, and you hear the closing door. You smile as he enters the room and leaves the box with Chinese food on the little table in front of the couch. You sit properly and take a look at what he brought. “My hero! I was starving,” you say and he smiles. After a week of living on Brian’s apartment using his clothes, you had finally gotten around to your old apartment and got your stuff. It was mostly books, clothes and some decorative ornaments; you didn’t have any furniture except for your bookshelf—and a mattress that you had already sold. Brian was helping you to put everything in place, but you were hungry and send him to get food—your treat. “They didn’t have fried rice, but I brought you Chow Mei,” he says, opening the box for you to see. The smell is delicious, and your stomach seems to rush you to eat when it growls. “That’s fine,” you say and take your noodles. “Do you need help?” Brian chuckles as you struggle with the chopsticks. You pout and nod. He takes his own stick. “The trick is to just move the top stick, the other has to stay still,” Brian shows you as he takes a piece of tofu with ease. You imitate him ans after a few tries, you finally succeed. “It’s way more difficult when you’re eating noodles,” you say before Brian’s amused gaze. “Do you want to try?” He asks, holding a piece of his tofu to you. You lean, doubtful, and take a bite. It tastes spicy and hot, so you swallow it and drink a little soda. “What does it have?” “Lots of pepper,” he replies. “It’s good, but I wouldn’t eat too much,” you say honestly and he smiles as he eats. “It’s an acquired taste, I guess.” “I want to go back to college,” you comment after a while and he smiles at you, interested. “To study Law again?” “No, that’s… that’s what my parents pushed me to do. I’ll like to study something related to Theatre, maybe. I don’t know, but I need to do something. I don’t like just being lying around,” you say softly. The week living with Brian, having no responsibilities was nice but you needed to do something. Besides, you wouldn’t let Brian pay for all the bills. You were a team now, and you needed (and wanted) to do your part. “I was also thinking maybe I could give some piano or bass lessons, to get some money,” “That’s a great idea,” he nods with a smile and you can’t help but smile too. “I can help you with some posters to promote your classes.” “That would be very nice,” you reply, leaning towards him and giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Hey, I have a surprise for you!” Brian suddenly says and gets up quickly, walking into the room and coming back after finding whatever he was looking for. He sits next to you and takes your hand, looking briefly at the ring you used to get married before looking at you. “Remember when we stayed at my parents’ house for the weekend?” You smile. “Of course I do. I was nervous as hell the whole drive. And during dinner. Basically all three days.” “Well, you had nothing to worry about because my mother loved you and actually gave me this for you.” He shows you a ring. It was made from gold and had one single tiny round diamond. Your mouth hangs open as Brian takes off your old ring and puts the golden on your finger. “Do you like it?” He sounds anxious as you simply stare at the ring and the way it shines beautifully with the natural light coming from the windows. “It’s beautiful,” you say, moving your hand so the light reflects off the ring. You finally look at him. “Did you say your mother gave you this?” He nods. “I can’t accept this,” you say, starting to take it off but he takes your hands to stop you. “Why not?” “Because it’s real, Bri! This diamond is real and probably worth good money, who knows how much your parents spent on it?” “It was my grandmother’s and she isn’t… she’s dead.” “Oh.” You look at the ring. “Still, why would your mother give me this? She barely knows me.” “Because she liked you and sees why I married you,” he said, cupping your cheek with his hand and caressing your skin with his thumb. “Besides, she saw you didn’t have a ring and said it was unacceptable. This is actually an engagement one but let’s ignore that.” You smile. “Alright, I’m going to keep it as long as you love me.” “Well, get used to it because you’re up for a long time,” Brian says and brings you to his lap to give you a soft kiss.

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An Outranked Romance Ch. 2

Pairings: Eventual Romantic Prinxiety, Logicality, and Remile

Story Summary: At Camp Regality, lords, ladies, and royalty alike learn the values of being a member of court in the Kingdom of Animiria. Prince Roman is thrilled at the chance to get out of the stuffy palace! Virgil, the son of a lowly Baron, is ready to leave the moment he gets there, and plans to slip through unnoticed. But what happens when a certain Princely figure won’t leave him alone?

Inspired by this post by @ironwoman359

Chapters: World-building - First - Previous - Next

Chapter Warning(s): Non-descript anxiety attack

Words: 2k

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Roman was so ready for camp to start-

In fact, he was packed a week in advance. Camp Regality was his first chance at freedom and art and a chance to finally meet some other people his age. His cousins were fun, but there was so much more out there. All of the other princes he met were either straight, in a relationship, or obnoxious and pretentious. As the limo pulled up to the camp, it bypassed the gate most of the nobility were being dropped off at and pulled directly up to the second largest building in the camp. It was a gold and white mansion, with large, greek columns and two large doors. 

The chauffeur parked in front of the building, and the three guards assigned to the prince and two dukes flanked the limo and opened the doors. Roman walked out with a sigh and a stretch of his arms, grateful to get out of the limo he’s been in for the past five hours. He moved to grab hold of some of his bags (he had many of course, he would be here all summer!), but was stopped by one of the guards. 

Roman frowned. “Let me help bring in my bags.” The guard didn’t budge, so Roman took a different approach. “Look, there’s a lot of bags, and only three of you. We’re not in the palace anymore, I can help without any ‘nobleman’ getting huffy over it!” 

The guard sighed, “This is still a place of nobility, your highness. Let us do our job, it will be of no trouble.” Roman let out a resigned sigh and turned to his two cousins, currently looking around the camp with big eyes. Being members of the Royal family, they were all used to being carted from palace to palace any time they traveled. This was a change of pace, and what a change it was. 

The woods behind the camp called him to explore, and the small lake in the distance sparked with invitation.The future nobility milled about in the sand pit and the sparing ground, meeting old and new friends. And behind them his two cousins- were now in front of him, holding the door open in invitation. They laughed as he realized he had been standing still, looking out across the camp. He chuckled and walked up the stairs, into the mansion.

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Roman, Patton, and Emile walked through the halls and up the stairs to find their rooms. Patton’s was immediately next to the stairwell, accented with a painted sign of his name in cursive on the front. 

Patton grinned, “Aww! That sign is a-door-able!” Emile tried to stifle his laughter as Roman suppressed his grin and shook his head in disappointment. Patton just smiled at them and waved as he walked into his room with a guard following him with his bag.

Emile’s room was not far from Patton’s. It also had a sign with his name on it, this one with big, bubbly letters. Emile just grinned and walked into his room with a wave at Roman. The poor guy hasn’t had any alone time in the three days it took to travel to the camp, so he was probably eager to have some space to himself. 

Roman walked a small ways to the end of the hallway, where his name was written on a sign in an elegant scrawl across the large door. He walked through the doorway to find a room nearly as large his own at the palace. The room was crawling with colors of the nobility - white, red, and gold - and Roman was happy to see them follow him here. After all, red was his favorite color for this exact reason. 

He made his way over to the corner of the room, where he was delighted to find a piano, sheet music, and an easel with paints. Being the masculine prince he was, he was discouraged by members of the court to learn artistic abilities. “That is women’s work,” they called, “leave something for the female nobility to contribute!” Not that he didn’t enjoy swordsmanship or sparing, but he wished to express his creativity! 

His father, King Thomas, had never discouraged him from pursuing such simple delights as art, and even got him a sketchbook. However, anytime the young royal had tried to learn an instrument, a man of nobility had come to sweep him away for one reason or another. This left him with only his voice, which he had developed well over the years.

"Alright piano,” Roman said as he dramatically pulled the cover off of the instrument, “show me what you’ve got!” He sat down and pulled out sheet music. He spent a few minutes singing the bars and rhythms and matching them to the notes before he got a feel for it. A few hours work and a lot of frustration later, he could barely pluck out “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star”. Groaning in frustration, he pulled away from his piano and clambered into bed, draping himself dramatically over the comforter. A moment passes and he hears a knock on the door.

“Hey kiddo!” Patton walks in without need of permission. “That was some good music I heard from down the hall!” 

Roman groaned, “You heard all that?” Patton nodded empathetically. “Don’t patronize me. Turns out playing piano does not come quite as naturally as expected.” 

Patton smiled as he sat down at the foot of Roman’s bed. “Well, you just need to find a good teacher! You have a music class in the afternoons, correct?”

Roman shot up, “Hey yeah! I bet someone would be able to teach me!” Patton just smiled and nodded his head. Roman tackled him in a hug, “Pat, you are a blessing upon my life!”

Patton laughed at his cousin’s antics and said, “Yes, of course, I know, but now we need to go down for dinner!” At this, Roman took notice of his cousin’s suit and light blue tie. “Ah, of course! I’ll change into my uniform.”

They walked downstairs to meet Emile in a light pink tie and an older, stern looking woman in a dress that looked like it was made for her grandmother. “Hello,” she spoke in a voice far too high to be pleasant, “I am Miss Higgenbotham, the headmistress of this campus. i welcome you, Prince Roman! And your cousins, the Dukes. Welcome also. I trust Cabin Majesty has been accommodating?”

Roman could tell that she was just as snotty and old fashioned as the rest of the court at home. He could only hope the other kids there wouldn’t all be the same. He turned on his courtly smile and responded, “Thank you, headmistress. I’ve been nothing but impressed and am eager to spend my summer in such a lovely camp.” She stiffly smiled back, reassuring him that he used the correct amount of formality. 

Guards flanked them as they started toward the main building as Miss Higgenbotham began to point out buildings and giving them names that Roman immediately forgot. All he managed to remember is that the largest building was called the Palace of Perfection and it was the home base of the camp. As they approached the main doors, Emile lagged behind the rest. Patton went back to find out what was wrong, and Roman and the headmistress stopped by the foot of the stairs. 

After a minute of talking, Patton started hugging Emile. Roman finally saw his younger cousin’s face and could tell he was crying. “Headmistress Higgenbotham, if you would go on into the ballroom, we will join you shortly.” She seemed miffed at the break of her plan, but she nodded nonetheless and walked in. Roman walked over to the brothers and put his arms around the both of them. 

“What do I need to slay my sweet Emile? A dragon? A witch? A dragon witch?” Roman could feel his younger cousin laugh softly as they pulled apart. 

Emile wiped at his eyes and slowed his breathing as he tried to gather his thoughts. “I-its just... there’s going to be so many people in there, a-and I’m not even supposed to be here yet-”

Patton interrupted him, “Emile, you’re here now because Roman and I wanted you to go to camp with us! It just wouldn’t be the same with only two thirds of the three musketeers!”

Emile still looked doubtful, so Roman added, “Besides, who else would help talk me through it when I inevitably screw something up? I need my therapist at my side just as much as my best friends!” Emile cracked a smile at that and nodded.

“Okay,” Patton clapped, “let’s go wash your face and let the redness calm down and we can go on in.” They entered the mansion and asked the house staff to lead them to a bathroom. A sweet maid led them to a small, personal bathroom just off of the Grand Ballroom where the dinner was to take place. They took their time joking and laughing until they decided to go on to the meal. 

As they walked up to the grand double doors, a large man with a staff walked in before them and called out, “Presenting Prince Roman Sanders, and his Royal Dukes, Patton and Emile Picani!” Roman shrugged and stepped out, once again donning his court smile and waved at his fellow campmates. He felt his cousins following him, which was a great comfort. 

As they reached the end of the long walkway between tables, the headmistress walked up to a podium and gestured for Roman to stand beside her. She began to give a welcoming speech, which the royal tuned her out in favor of taking a look around the room. Everyone was in uniform - a white shirt and kaki bottoms, with a grey blazer and the Royal Crest on their lapel. He met the eyes of many as he surveyed the room, but they caught on a pair of mismatched ones. One blue and the other... brown? Hazel? It was hard to tell from far away, but surreal to say the least, not to mention the strange dark shadow underneath his eyes. The man that owned the strange eyes was beautiful, with dark hair and sharp eyes that stared right back into his light brown ones. 

Suddenly, the eyes left his as the man ducked down and began to talk to the person beside him wearing sunglasses. Roman was made aware of the rest of the room once again, and noticed that the headmistress was still dragging her speech on. 

“Not only is the royal family oh so generous for allowing us to be blessed with the presence of their very offspring, but they also-” 

Roman stepped up to the elder woman and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. As much as I appreciate this glowing speech,” he speaks as he leans over into the microphone, “these people must be awful tired of waiting for their food. I know I am!” His princely smile returned once again to his face as the people laughed and showed agreement. 

“Yes well,” she made a disgruntled face at her speech being cut short, but she would not deny the prince. “I suppose it would be alright if we went ahead and began dinner. Waiters! Appetizers, please.” 

Waiters flow through the doors as the Headmistress Higgenbotham gripped his arm to guide him to the staff table at the front of the room. A small part of him had hoped that he would be allowed to sit where he wished (certainly not just to learn the name of the beautiful stranger he held eye contact with for just a moment too long), but he knew that even such a small freedom would be over the line. 

Roman sat down at the right hand of the headmistress as she lifted her glass. “A toast!” she called to the table, “To the beginning of another great summer!” Roman lifted his glass and smiled as he prepared for one of the best summers of his life, even with the few restrictions left over from the palace. 

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[missytearex]

This was an exciting week for me. I finished reading a larry classic (I’ve barely read any of the classics - I generally prefer reading newer stuff so I can support the authors) and then moved on to some pairings I’ve never read before, which is my favourite thing to do! These include @lululawrence‘s grouis drabble (I know I’m reccing her a lot, but she’s been BUSY, guys) and then finally @nightwideopen‘s hawkirish fic, which is just so obscure and amazing. I’ve officially started shipping 1D with superheroes. 

Just a side note, I know I’m reccing people from opposite sides of the fandom here, but I’m in the awkward position where I love both sides, even though our opinions may differ. I don’t care about any of that and I don’t wanna limit myself here. I just wanna share the LOVE!!

💙 Drabbles for Harry’s Birthday Drive 2019 by @lululawrence — [fic post]

A Baker’s Dozen

larry | 1k | not rated — (domestic, established relationship, fluff)

Star Light, Star Bright

larry | 1k | not rated — (hybrid harry, cuddling, fluff)

Timeless

shiall | 1k | not rated — (au, time travel, fluff)

Love, Time, and Other Flexible Things

larry | 1k | not rated — (fluff, established relationship)

The Wait is Worth the While

larry | 1k | not rated — (au, teacher louis, parent harry, fluff)

Sweet Strawberry Laces

grouis | 1k | not rated — (canon, flirting)

I Was Never Very Good at Following Directions

larry | 1k | not rated — (au, humour)

🧡 Relief Next To Me by @haydolce

larry | 333k | mature — (au, fluff, baker harry)

AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.

💛 (when you’re with me) i’m finally free by @flicker-album — [fic post]

shiall | 4k | teen and up — (canon, friends to lovers, fluff)

the one where every time Niall and Shawn try to write a song together they end up making out instead.

🧡 nothing but dreams inside by @1000-directions — [fic post]

nouis | 2k | mature — (au, spiderman louis, trans louis)

Louis Tomlinson doesn’t become the Spider-Lad until he’s fifteen, but he’s always been a boy.

💚 clap for the wolfman by @ferryboatpeak​ — [fic post]

ot5 | 24k | general audiences — (canon, werewolves)

after the x factor, a pack of half-grown wolves shows up on james corden’s doorstep.

❤️ Wild Love by @daisyharry — [fic post]

larry | 130k | explicit — (au, friends to lovers, angst)

AU: Two best friends try to date each other for forty days. It’s supposed to be fun until emotions make it complicated.

❤️ Leave Your Mark On Me by @fullonlarrie — [fic post]

larry | 32k | explicit — (au, a/b/o, enemies to friends to lovers)

When Chef Harry Styles’ unbonded Omega designation threatens to derail his career, he does the only thing he can, and goes in search of a black market bond.

❤️ What Am I Gonna Say When I See You by @runaway-train-works — [fic post]

larry | 7k | explicit — (au, childhood friends, friends to lovers)

The one where Louis’ unsure if too much time has passed since he last saw his childhood best friend to try and make things right.

💛 the best is yet to come by @farfromthstars — [fic post]

horshaw | 7k | teen and up — (strangers to lovers, wedding)

Nick is asked to DJ a wedding, which would be fine, if he didn’t used to be madly in love with the groom.

💚 we should have each other with cream by @empty-altars

ziam | 3k | general audiences — (au, college/uni, fluff)

Zayn is convinced his new neighbor is harboring a forbidden cat.

💛 come back…be here by @nevergooutofstiles

ot5, ot4 | 2k | teen and up — (canon, angst, zayn leaving)

A brief look into the aftermath of March 25.

💛 crashing into you by @nightwideopen — [fic post]

hawkirish | 5k | teen and up — (canon, marvel crossover, hurt/comfort, fluff)

It’s not that Niall doesn’t get starstruck. Because he does. Very often.

It’s just… it isn’t everyday that an Avenger comes crashing through his ceiling.

🧡 got your body on my mind by @empty-altars --- [fic post]

ziam | 1k | mature — (au, yoga)

Yoga was not Zayn’s thing. The only thing keeping him from walking out of that class is his super hot instructor Liam Payne.

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[fuckedupriot]

I'm procrastinating

I was tagged by @stitchesespobeansturntan hello!!! nicknames? beep beep gender? i? don't know my pal star sign? cancer height? like 5'3 or 5'4 please send help or a stool for me to stand on time? 2:14 pm (edit bc as I post this it's 3:11 this took me nearly an hour rip at least I admit I was procrastinating with this) birthday? june 24 favourite bands? hippo campus, remo drive, public, bad suns, coin, walk the moon, foster the people, pinegrove, monday night, american authors, cruisr, the wrecks, weathers, saint motel, secret weapons, urban cone, x ambassadors, young the giant (OK I can literally go on forever and these are mostly in no particular order beyond hc & remo being my top faves rn) favourite solo artists? bleachers (jack antonoff), Andy grammer, oh god this is making me realize I don't listen to much solo stuff lmao OH I forgot to put focus ring (erik paulson) so adding that too also nathan stocker (hippo campus, but if ur reading this post you Knew That already) song stuck in my head? ok see this is hard to answer when I'm actively listening to music bc then that song is the only thing on my mind but I guess "don't know for sure" and "old ways" (both are by Monday Night) get stuck in my head a lot last movie you watched? see if I knew I'd be asked this I would have made sure it wasn't frickin zootopia but here we go it was fcuckign zootopia I s2g,, it's on Netflix oh my god I watched it bc of the meme and my dad ended up watching it with me for like over half of it??????? he was on his way to bed but just sat down and watched it last show you watched? I don't know?? I don't really specifically sit and watch stuff that often but I probably fell asleep with George Lopez on or somethin bc I always sleep with nickelodeon/nick@nite on,, when did you create your blog? probably in january this year but I started using it in february literally the day I saw them lol what do i post? hippo campus and random totally unrelated text posts last thing i googled? "focus ring bandcamp" (focus ring is erik from remo drive's solo stuff) do you have any other blogs? (like 100+ sideblogs mostly with hippo campus urls feel free to ask me for one or thirty lmao I was gonna maybe change this url or my main but I love both too much but here's the ones I sorta use) @oldrecordplayer (main) @remowalk (remo drive) also a twenty one pilots blog that barely gets updated and a blog that I thought id maybe use for public (the band!!) but nobody posts about them so it sits unused!!! @dottribe also ?? I've got a room design ideas blog with an iCarly url for some frickin reason?? @afanofhammers uh there's also my blog I used to use when I played runescape BUT I'm not even gonna talk about that anymore ashdkglh do you get asks? sometimes, mostly just random questions abt the boys!! why did you choose your url? lyrics to Violet!!! following? uhhhh around 2k bUT JUST TO BE CLEAR I've uh had this blog for years and I made the Mistake of following Everyone who interacted with my only post that had over like 200 notes lmao (it ended up getting like 3k I think rip) bUT that's how I met at least one friend on here so. worth it? followers? around 715 I think?? hello pals favourite colors? black, red, grey, white, gosh I'm boring but my room is all those colors so I'll list those lmao but I do love every color especially in rainbows (ahajskfl I'm Not straight pals) average hours of sleep? 3 or 13 I know that's not the true average mathematically speaking but if I were to do that I'd look like a normal person who sleeps a normal amount each night so I list both numbers so it shows how Truly a Mess I am lucky number? hmm never thought about it but? maybe 21 lol instruments? I tried to learn guitar but rip (literally oh no) to that idea and I bought a uke to try to learn to play that but i never did but it's cute it's rainbow!!! (of course it is though lmao) what am i wearing? dark blue jeans with holes in the knees and my work shirt that has a rainbow cat and a cucumber on the back it's not as cool as it sounds and next month I'm gonna put all of my hoards of shirts from the last like 2 years in a pile and burn them because I'm losing my job so I won't need them and then I can wear clothes I actually like to work ideally if I even have a job whoop$ (ok that $ was a frickin typo but. whoop$. OK that one was intentional) how many blankets do i sleep with? like 5 dream job? Having one after next month!!! lmao help me pals dream vacation? mpls to see a hippo campus home town show,, so close yet so far legit someone pick me up,, it's only like 600 miles out of ur way if ur from mpls pleas e (abt 300 each way) also uh I know I should say some kinda destination out of my Actual state I live in but I literally? don't have any place in mind I just love concerts favourite food? you can't go wrong with like pizza or sandwiches that covers a lot also pasta ?? nationality? I'm like. 90% Norwegian lmao ig my town claims to be the most Norwegian town in the USA or something ridiculous like that lmao idk I heard that somewhere but idk if it's confirmed tho? favourite song right now? buttercup by hippo campus!!! I just rewatched the video of the (I believe) first ever live recording of it from my first hc show back in feb and I just love that song so much and that video reminds me every dang time!!! I'm not gonna specifically tag anyone but if you'd like to do this go ahead!!

[demonicheadcanons]

RFA + V + Unknown – Sleeping Headcanons

(AN: I’m at the point where I’m just randomly making up ideas here and there, I’m sorry, I’m slowly running out of content. Things are super busy right now and I’ve been dealing with health issues ;u; I’ll try and reblog more prompt posts if you’d like that? Any feedback at all on what you all would like would be absolutely amazing!

On another note, I’m already at 125 followers, even though I only just hit 100 a few days ago! Thank you all for sticking by me and for spreading my work around – it means so, so much to me! I’ve gotten nothing but support in this fandom, and I’ve only seen one negative post overall! This might be the best fandom I’ve ever participated in honestly! Thank you all. Take care, and enjoy!

Also, sorry for flickering between saying ‘MC’ and saying ‘you’, I just couldn’t decide which I wanted to say and I don’t want to go through almost 2k words and fix it all ;u; Sorry!)

Zen

He loves spooning. Really likes being the big spoon because it feels like he’s protecting you, but if he’s had a long day he loves being the little spoon

Mainly likes facing MC and playing with their hair as he stares into their eyes like the cheesily adorable guy he is

On his own, he’ll end up hugging on tight to a pillow, lying on his side with his legs tucked up ever so slightly

He’s not a light sleeper but he’s not a heavy sleeper either

He’s a morning person. It’s horrible and great at the same time. He’ll get up early and he’ll sing in the kitchen as he makes breakfast for you both. Good luck sleeping, he puts on a whole performance and you just will not be able to sleep through it. It’s a nice thing to wake up to though

Yoosung

He’s quite a heavy sleeper and he tosses and turns a lot

On his own, like Zen he’ll hug a pillow on his side, but he’ll practically wrap himself around it for comfort. Poor bab

With MC, he loves being the little spoon, because he just loves the feeling of being hugged tightly by you. He likes being the big spoon every now and then because it feels like he’s protecting MC and he just wants to be their prince

He’ll definitely whisper to MC as they try to sleep. He loves just talking to them as the two of them slowly fall asleep together. Other times, he adores the comfortable silence. More than once, he’s just laid there going over how lucky and in love he is in his head, listening to MC’s quiet breathing as they sleep

He is not a morning person. Oh god, no. Mornings are hell for him. It makes it better if you’re by his side – you’ll probably wake up to see him just facing you and smiling at you, petting your hair or something

Makes really nice food for breakfast and supper though? It’s great

Jaehee

At first, she barely sleeps. It takes her a long time to relax and to break out of the cycle that formed during her time working for Jumin

When she does sleep, she doesn’t like being too close because she gets warm easily. She likes knowing someone is there though, and if it’s cold enough she’ll probably more just cuddle up to MC rather than spoon or anything

On her own, she sleeps on her side, with her hands under her head and her legs slightly tangled around each other/the blanket

She’s a really light sleeper. She’ll wake up at the slightest noise, so if she’s sleeping you need to tiptoe around and be as quiet as possible

Snores a tiny bit if she lies a certain way, but it’s not annoying or loud or anything, it’s more cute and relaxing

She looks so cute when she’s sleepy though. When she gets up and you first see her in the morning it’s one of those moments where you realise how in love you are. She ties her hair back in a ponytail as soon as she wakes up, and she looks so cute in her pyjamas with that tired smiled on her face that you almost drop the plates you’re holding with both of your breakfasts on them

Jumin

Big spoon. All the way. He loves holding MC as close to him as possible. Totally buries his face in their hair/back. Loads of gentle kisses where they’re curled up together trying to sleep, on their forehead, nose, cheeks, neck, back, wherever

He didn’t sleep much before he met you, but when the two of you are together, he tries so hard to have a nice and proper schedule, because he loves just being with MC, and he loves just cuddling up to MC sleeping with them in his arms/by his side

Sleeps on his stomach when he’s alone

Sometimes he’ll stay up on purpose just to watch them and listen to their breathing and because he doesn’t want the moment to end

Definitely a morning person. He gets up to make you both breakfast, unless you’re having a rare lazy day, in which case he’ll arrange for a chef to come make it. His hair sticks up a bit after sleeping and it’s really cute

Chuckles when you wake up in the morning because you’re just adorable and he loves you

He’s his most open at night time. He’ll tell you things he’s never been able to tell anyone else, and he’ll also whisper sweet nothings and compliments and things like that

Talks in his sleep some times. It can be about work, about the RFA, about Elizabeth the 3rd, or about you

707/Saeyoung

He just? Doesn’t sleep

You literally have to force him to go to bed. Tuck him in, give him a kiss on his forehead, and he’ll stop messing about and wait til you get in to the bed and then he’ll cuddle up to you

He’s alright with spooning if you want to but usually he prefers to face you. Likes holding hands as you try to sleep. You’ll wake up to him practically wrapped around you – he’s a very cuddly sleeper

On his own, he tucks his knees up, laying on his side and staying right at the edge of the bed, taking up as little space as possible. Over the course of the night, he ends up laying completely spread out on the bed like a starfish. He sleeps on his stomach then

He talks in his sleep all the time. Snores lightly too. It’s so annoying, you’re almost glad he has such an irregular sleep schedule because otherwise you would get no sleep

He’s a light sleeper mostly, because he had to adjust to being able to get up at the slightest noise. It could potentially mean danger. This only changes once he starts feeling more safe and secure, or when he hasn’t slept in days and he is just too heavily exhausted for his body to cope any more

He has frequent nightmares, so be prepared to help him through his panics. It helps him to play calm music as he sleeps, and so most nights he’ll have music playing through a stereo by the bed

He’s not really a morning person but when he wakes up and feels you there beside him, it cheers him up and relaxes him enough to get up and get about his day, occasionally coming in and kissing you on the forehead or cheek if you sleep in more than half an hour longer than him. More than once you’ve woken up to see him sleepily smiling at you

V/Jihyun Kim

He is able to sleep easily any time between 10pm and 12am. He’ll sleep in until 6am-8am, and then he’ll be up and ready quickly. He is most definitely a morning person, always wanting to make use of as much of the day as possible

He likes to have some amount of light when he sleeps, disliking if it is all too dark (after he gets surgery and is able to see again)

He will happily spoon with you if you want to, but he honestly prefers to lie on his back (alone or with MC there), with MC laying on his chest if they are there. He’ll pet their hair with one hand and run the fingers of his other hand up and down their back/arm, whispering sweet nothings or talking about his day until the two of you fall asleep, limbs intertwined

He’s always up waiting with breakfast and a cup of tea/coffee/whatever you want to drink in the morning, bringing it in on a tray to the bedroom so you can both sit side by side as you eat and he drinks his own coffee

He loves early morning chatter. He loves sitting with MC and discussing anything with them

He’s that kind of person, too, who will run out to the corner shop before you wake up to get the paper and some small groceries to last until you both do a big shop, like milk and bread. He reads the paper on his way to work (or at the kitchen table when he is off), preferring to take a bus or subway rather than to drive himself

Honestly he’s just such a sweetheart and I love him okay? You’ll never be sad with him around. He truly is just made of sunlight

Unknown/Saeran

He has insomnia, so he finds it very difficult to sleep, and wakes up at times throughout the night. He also has relatively frequent panic attacks at night, with memories replaying as nightmares, causing him to wake up hyperventilating and shaking in a cold sweat. Neither of you ever really get much sleep honestly

It gets to the point where he near refuses to sleep in the same bed as you, even though he finds your presence comforting and he gets no sleep whatsoever without you there. He doesn’t want to keep you up or hurt you in his panics

It took him a long time in the first place to let you sleep beside him, for various reasons. The main reason was trust; everyone in his life has hurt him so far, and he wants to believe you’ll be different, but he can’t yet. The second reason is the fear of hurting you, with the third being that you’d run away from him when you say what state he got in to when he tried to sleep/when he slept

It gets better over time though, as he recovers, and when he gets medication to help him sleep

When his insomnia starts to die down and fade, with the help of the medication, he does like to spoon. He enjoys being both the big spoon and the little spoon. Being the big spoon allows him to have an anchor, and allows him to feel like he is being protective for once. Being the little spoon is comforting, having someone holding on to him tight. It helps him feel more secure and at peace

On his own, he tends to toss and turn quite a bit, but mainly sleeps on his side, or on his stomach, face buried in the pillow

He is not a morning person. He’s that kind of person that will death glare at everyone and everything until he gets a cup of coffee, but he’s better with you. He’s gentle with you, nuzzling up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He doesn’t like getting out of bed until you do too, wanting to spend as much time in the moment as he can

At first, you’re the one to make breakfast,  because he hasn’t had much experience with it. But then the two of you start to cook together, and then, along with Saeyoung, you all make a rota for each of you to make the breakfast in the morning (both of them need a lot of help with this though, because neither tended to cook much before you entered their lives)

#mystic messenger #zen #hyun ryu #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jumin han #707 #saeyoung choi #v #jihyun kim #unknown #saeran choi #my writing #headcanon #queue are great #panic attack /

[elvesofnoldor]

So i legit reblogged 12 pages of star wars (well mostly tfa and rogue one) content on my blog in the last two weeks or so, while I have reblogged only 17 pages in an entire year lol--most of them happened within 3 months around the time tfa came out. I didn’t even have ANY star wars content before (epi 7) tfa’s trailer came out (that was 2015, two years ago). 

Even though by comparison, I got tens and thousands of spn content on my blog, there is still a bit more sw posts on my blog than usual, obviously. It does seem like ppl r unfollowing me because of that (not complaining, just observing lol). I didn’t count the number but I’ve got to lost at least 100 followers in the last 1-2 weeks, and didn’t gain nearly enough to hide this drop. 

I notice that all the mutuals I’ve been following r slowly hopping off the spn boat , or becoming inactive--kind of like me for months now (my” last 3 days” note counts went below 100 from 2k since the beginning of 2016, and it only went back to 1k couple of days ago bc i have been way more active than usual). So since I haven’t been a little shit lately--actually i barely talk anymore, I can only deduce that the recent drop is mainly caused by 

A. ppl deleting their blogs, ditching spn altogether and thinking i reblog too much spn for them, and 

B. people feeling that I don’t reblog nearly enough spn content for them. 

Here’s the thing, man, I don’t like losing followers lol, esp since I have gained thousands of them over the past 3 years, most of them came from the first 2 years. i know me losing followers right now is mainly caused by me having trouble figuring this blog out atm, but um, the recent dip tells me that i gotta figure my blog out soon lol. I changed my mobile blog pic--it’s a fanart of Charlie (beloved canon lesbian character in supernatural), wearing a jacket (A Gay Thing), with “Star Wars” written in Chinese on her shirt. Keywords: wlw, gay aesthetic, supernatural, star wars, Chinese, and I think these keywords really sum up my blog and esp the current state of my blog and who i am as a person kinda nicely. Lmao. I also changed my update bar and my about pages a little bit, and I’m currently trying to make a new tags page to better reflect current state of my blog, and um, I don’t actually want my content to be all over the place. 

Now, in regards to lack of spn content, I can technically follow more spn blogs to have more spn content on my dash, but um, frankly I dont wanna lol. The amount of spn I have on my blog on a regular basis is the maximum I can allow. Maybe I will generate some spn related content soon....idk....when the season comes back i guess. I have a few gifs and graphic ideas that I need to do anyways. Obviously I can’t and don’t want to have too much spn content on my blog anyways, so, lol. The other other thing is, I’m not sure i’m gonna be in the star wars fandom yet, as matter of fact, I have been trying to find a new fandom to be in since the beginning of 2016 and have failed to do that this whole time. Star Wars series is probably the closest thing to a new fandom to me--Steven Universe being the 2nd closest lol. I’ve got a new ship to be invested in (yet another non-canon gay ship smh), but most importantly a new character to be invested in (not a female character or--i hate to admit it--canonically lgbt, but he’s at least a character of color). However, I know i’m definitely not in the sw fandom right now since I haven’t even generated ANY sw related content (I HAVE IDEAS THOUGH). i just couldn’t stfu in the tags, and I don’t know any sw bloggers either. Also, I really need to re-watch original series and prequels and extended universe content (like the tv series that’s going on right now), and to get myself familiar with all these and maybe fall in love with these, before I can actually be in the fandom ok. Yet I’m more interested in reading the Poe Dameron comic right now than re-watching the prequels and original series again, since I’m more invested in SW franchise’s future, than...its past. 

i’ve never actually jump dramatically from fandoms to fandom before, it’s always been supernatural for me, so I have no idea what to do to actually feel free to put content I’m passionate about on my blog but doesn’t lose too much followers at the same time. (I tried my hardest not to spam people with star wars content by liking these posts first and storing them in my likes as long as possible, and it’s a really tiring process to look for posts in my likes ALL THE TIME, ok, lol, I don’t wanna do that forever ok!! lol!!) As a wlw person of color who’s less and less interested in the spn’s general vibe of...idk....White Americana (with its US centric narrative, sea of white American faces and imagery etc), and more and more disappointed with its continuous and seemingly permanent lack of poc and lgbt characters, I’m losing hope and interest in this show and its characters and even my OTP.  Idk what to do with my blog bc of my increased loss of interest in spn tbh, maybe I should just make a star war sideblog? Last time I made a sideblog, I neglect it for 6 months and I’m still neglecting it lol. So starting anew on tumblr doesnt seem to be what i’m good at. At this point, i’m rly hoping to weed out the ones that switched out of spn fandom completely and the spn bloggers that are unsatisfied with the amount of spn content on my blog, while getting more multifandom blogs to follow me by um...generating multifandom content. Maybe instead of refreshing my dash over and over again, I should just use my drawing pad again, or use my photoshop to make a graphic or edit again, or write a fic make some headcanons, or not procrastinate and finalize my grad school applications and prepare for the next semester. 

#yolanda talks #me for ts #not spn #long post for ts