#and they'll flop anyway so whatever

[ncutii-gatwa]

TAYLOR SWIFT 1989 (Taylor's Version) ph. Beth Garrabrant

#taylor swift #ts #tsedit #tswiftedit #1989 tv #femaledaily #flawlessbeautyqueens #nessa007 #usersophie #tuserella #edited by me #mine #had to re-edit cause i felt the other ones weren't good enough #not sure about these ones either but i know i'll never be happy no matter what #and they'll flop anyway so whatever

[yournowheregirl]

@eddiemonth day 4: rejection

rating: T | wc: 913 | cw: hurt/comfort, general & UD related anxiety, hoh!Steve, pre-Steddie

Eddie flops down on his bed with a load groan.

He blindly reaches for a pillow and once he’s found one, he uses it to muffle his screams. It barely dampens the sound, but he's home alone anyway. He screams and screams until his throat starts to hurt and the tears he tried so hard to ignore, finally well up in his eyes.

Another rejection.

Another place that didn't want to hire him.

Even with all the strings Hopper and those government guys had pulled to clear his name, Eddie can't escape his brand-new reputation of local satanist and serial killer. There was a press conference and everything, and a personal apology from the police department, but it still wasn't enough to sway the public's opinion of him.

But he has to get a job, like yesterday. They'll run out of that government money sooner or later and he can't expect Wayne to continue cleaning up his mess. Wayne's done enough of that already.

Eddie's tried almost every place in town. His first instinct was the record store and the garage, because that's what where his interests and experience lie. They turned him away as soon as he came in to drop off his resume.

When he told his friends about his job search, Steve immediately offered to put a good word in for him at Family Video. Robin would ask their parents if they knew about any job openings and Nancy would do the same, though she'd avoid Eddie's name while talking to her father. Gareth, Jeff and Frank suggested he'd ask for a job at The Hideout, while Jonathan and Argyle suggested the local pizza place, because of course they would.

None of those jobs ever got back to him.

Today was one of his last resorts. The diner on the other side of town had an opening for a dishwasher. Not exactly the kind of job Eddie wanted, but it meant keeping a low profile and it would pay the bills. He'd take the job in a heartbeat, but the restaurant manager took one good look at him and sent him away before she even took one good look at his resume.

"We don't hire murderers." She'd sneered.

Any other day, Eddie would've maybe stand up for himself, made a whole scene, maybe even called the cops to prove his innocence yet again. But he was so burnt out from rejection after rejection, that he just shrugged, got into his van and drove all the way back home.

Even though the screaming helped a little, Eddie can still feel his mind buzzing, thoughts of anxiety swirling around and threatening to swallow him whole if he doesn't do something quick. He rolls off the bed, put whatever tape he can get his hands on into his boombox and turns up the volume to the loudest setting.

Other people might listen to soothing music to calm down, but Eddie needs the loudest, most aggressive music to drown out the thoughts in his head. The thoughts of never getting a job and leaving it up to Wayne to pick up the pieces, driving him to work harder and longer, until his brittle body can't take it anymore. Thoughts of losing their home again, being forced to call Rick again

It's all his fault. Everything is his fault.

Tears slowly roll down his cheeks as the music continues playing, so loud that he doesn't hear Wayne coming home. So loud that he doesn't hear Wayne picking up the phone to call someone. So loud that he doesn't hear the knock on his bedroom door twenty minutes later.

It's not until his bedroom goes completely quiet that Eddie finally notices he's not alone. For a second he thinks it's Wayne, but when he hears a muffled "oh thank God" from the other side of the trailer, he realizes that it must be someone else.

"Y'know, if you were so jealous of my new accessories, you could've just said so. No reason to shatter your eardrums like this." Steve says with a teasing grin. The sunlight reflects on the hearing aids he'd gotten a few months ago and of course, he pulls it off like he's a goddamn Calvin Klein model.

"Sorry."

Eddie's voice is small, barely recognizable to his own ears and Steve immediately picks up on it. His teasing smile fades away as he walks over to the bed and sit down next to Eddie. He shuffles around a bit to find a comfortable seat against the headboard and pats his lap.

Completely drained from his terrible day, Eddie doesn't even try to fight it and cuddles up next to Steve. He rests his head in Steve's lap and lets out a sigh of relief when Steve's hands find their way to his scalp.

"What's going on?" Steve asks softly.

"Another fucking job didn't want me." Eddie mutters against the fabric of his polo.

Steve hums in acknowledgement. "I'm sorry. You wanna talk about it or do you want some quiet time?"

"Quiet, please."

"Alright."

See, with Steve around, Eddie doesn't need the music to drown out his bad thoughts. They float away on their own as soon as Steve cuddles with him and starts massaging his scalp. Or, on other occasions, they float away when Steve distracts him by talking about Robin's hopeless love life.

Steve being there for him just helps, in general.

Eddie doesn't wanna look into that realization too much.

#eddiemonth #eddie munson #steddie #steddie ficlet #alice's writing adventures #give this boy a hug pls!!! #also not beta'd i just word vomited this so pls excuse any mistakes

[kattze]

PT.1 GHOST X GN READER slow burn

(Pt.2)

So y'know a few people MIGHT read this and honestly if you do THANK YOU!!!!! anyways if there's any mistakes please tell me (pretty please with a cherry on top).

I slowly walk to my Captains office dragging my feet along the way. "Christ... I'm about to get an earful." I roll my eyes at the thought of getting another lecture, but I won't be surprised if I do... either way it's not my first time messing up during missions and causing people to die it's not the most positive thing about me...I cringe at the thought of people dying because of me.

I pause in front of the captain's office pondering on my choices before knocking. I hear a firm, "come in '' I make my way into his office. He gestures to a chair in front of his desk.

"Sit down soldier," he sighs and shakes his head before speaking once more "You are being transferred to a new base which means a new team." He looks at me studying my reaction

I shake my head before responding "so I'm not getting discharged...? Well...where am I going sir?" I say curiously waiting for his response.

"I am not sure, soldier but they'll be here at 1500 hours. I expect you to be ready for departure." He leans forward with a stern expression. "You may leave." He gestures towards the door. I quickly leave and go to the barracks.

I look at the clock next to my bed and it reads '1445 hours' 15 minutes before I leave. I have my belongings packed and ready to go. I rub my eyes and let out a yawn. I wander around base until it's time for me to leave. I walk to the helipad and get into the helicopter. I look at the old base that I'll never see again as the helicopter takes off. I lean my head back and take a nap, I wake up once I feel the helicopter landing. I exit the helicopter and I am greeted with a guy with a fishing hat(or bucket hat idk whatever makes you happy) , and another guy who's tall and bulky, who's also wearing a ski mask with a skull. The older looking one with the fishing hat walks up to me. "Captain Price, good to meet you kid." He offers his hand for a shake

I shake his hand and introduce myself "good to meet you too Captain. I'm Y/N L/N but my codename is c/n."

He smiles and points to the guy with the skull ski mask. "That's Lieutenant Ghost, he'll show you around, and you'll get to meet the others soon."

Price walks away and Ghost stares at me like he's reading my thoughts. He turns around and starts walking. "You comin' or you gonna keep staring like a twat?"

I raise my eyebrows in surprise and scoff at the insult. "Yeah yeah I'm goin ''" I shake my head as I make my way towards him. He's quite tall and built, I wonder how long he's been in the military? I decide to ask out of curiosity

"so, how long have you been in the military?" I ask as we continue to walk towards base.

"None of your business." He answers coldly as we finally enter the base.

"Jesus.." I roll my eyes at his answer. He shows me around base keeping his cold and monotone voice the same throughout the whole tour. He walks me to the barracks,

"You'll be staying in the barracks, lunch is in 20 minutes." Before I could respond he turns and walks away.

(NOT MY GIF)

Honestly if this flops I'll probably continue posting more parts out of boredom idk it depends.

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #ghost x gn reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x you #ghost cod #ghost x y/n #ghost x f!reader #ghost x male reader #ghost x female reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #im lazy

[yearningaces]

positively vital question regarding nyx - how floppy are the lad’s ears? does he enjoy havin’ ‘em played with or is that a total Do Not Pass Go?

…and can i play with them anyway

They're usually stiff enough to sit upright... But any movement and they'll sway with the motion. If he jumps hard enough there's a 'thwap' of them smacking his head mid flop

I'd say it's like someone playing with human ears. It wouldn't hurt, it might actually feel nice

As far as if he'd let you. Yes.

Grooming is a social activity, play with his ears, fluff his tail, help groom him please it's so. Hard for him to see all of the fur that needs brushing etc

Would do that thing where if you scratch the right spot he'll thump his hind paw against whatever is closest and make little huffs while leaning into your hands DO IT

#letters of yearning #nyx the bunnyboy

[biomic]

What 2010s Sentai do you think could get a "10 years later" celebration? I honestly think it could be Lupat, since I regularly see Lupat stuff at the top of jp sentai polls

extremely dependent on cast availability more than anything which is impossible to predict, but general vibes at this point in time:

toqger: jun shison and ryusei yokohama are probably too big to get back for sentai these days and im not sure if toqger has the popularity necessary to shill for them the way toei likely had to do to get yamada back for gokai 10, but then again i keep hearing rumblings about boonboomger having toq stuff planned later?? who knows, but really we already had a reunion movie in toq returns so im not sweating it

ninninger: lol. i mean the cast is still very close from what i can tell so they'd probably be down for it but i don't know if toei would go for it since it didn't land critically or financially. they should do it anyway and give me more trans kyuuemon moments

zyuohger: i really can't see this happening if only because leo's actor has been completely off the grid for years now and quit acting entirely. tusk's actor also hasn't really done anything after the show ended and had that whole minor police scandal that killed kyuranger vs zyuohger so i wouldn't hold my breath

kyuranger: this will absolutely happen. they'll get everyone back for it and new gavan will also be there. sakamoto will 100% direct. the worst thing for all of us is that that dipshit subaru kimura will be back to voice whatever new p-bandai bullshit they've got as well as some obnoxious villain and/or side character

lupinranger vs patranger: yeah this'll probably happen. everyone's still acting so far, they all seemed to have enjoyed their time on the show, and it was a hit with fans even if its toys flopped hard. maybe by 2028 they'll let keiichiro and kairi kiss without cutting away (kairi is lgbt in case you haven't heard)

ryusoulger: this will also happen and it will also be directed by sakamoto. canalo will still not have a wife.

#anonymous #asks #kendrix morgan died for our sins #super sentai for ts

[warmsol]

hi bestie 😚 can we get an lil update on Kai plsssss, like what my man been up to 💕

omg hiiii i’m so happy to see you pop in i hope you’ve been well ;-; as requested here’s your favorite guy’s update ✨

uhhh i got a lil long winded here, so i stopped myself before i went too overboard!

he’s now working at an elementary school as a part time music teacher! he’s even writing and producing their school musical! crazy, right? over the last year, kai realized there’s so much more he can do with his love of music. (band life has flopped, basically) after becoming a father, he began to notice how much he actually enjoys being around children, and teaching them something he loves has brought a lot of happiness in his life. (is this the same guy who said he never wanted to be a dad and literally rejected it at all costs?) anyway, the other half of the time he still takes on solo gigs in bars, and runs his soundcloud, lmao.

speaking of kai and fatherhood! he’s fallen in love with being arielle’s dad. he can’t imagine life without her. he’s a complete and total softie for his daughter. whatever she wants or needs, he will give. that being said though, he doesn’t want anymore children, mostly because he’s convinced that arielle is the most perfect human to exist so how could he duplicate that twice? 

marriage troubles??? while kai and ashton are very much in love, there have been a few rifts in their relationship. (it can’t be all rainbows and butterflies, sadly. especially if kai is involved.. oh did i say that out loud?) as we know, kai has made amazing progress with his self discovery journey but that doesn’t mean he’s all good all the time. kai has a tendency to get bored, he craves change and chaos. without it he almost feels.. empty? he often self sabotages, and while he’s suppressed those feelings recently, it’s coming to a point. which has led kai and ashton to couple’s counseling. kai has been a little…. flirtatious and carless to say the least. kai and boundaries? yeah that’s something he likes to test. constantly! in his darkest moments, he often questions if he’s capable of long term commitment. and it scares him, because he loves ashton and doesn’t want to ruin it. :/ but don’t worry, they’re dedicated to figuring it out. ashton won’t give up on his boy so easily.. as he's said many times.

kai and elia! they are good friends. they text and facetime now and then, even send each other snapshots of their life. kai has a bit of an attachment to elia, he can’t seem to fully let her go. he wants her in his life in whatever form he can get. (and elia feels the same) they communicate and understand each other as friends much better than they ever did as lovers. buuut there is tension when makoa is brought up, for obvious reasons. he wants her to be happy, but still isn’t convinced it’ll be with him. like, we know he's makoa's number 1 hater through and through. that hasn't changed.

kai and jasmin are closer than ever. jasmin is probably kai’s best friend. there was a time he was cruel to his sister (and the entire world around him) but as they’ve aged they have realized they’re all each other has since they don’t speak to their parents. sadly since jasmin still lives in sulani, they don’t see each other as much as they like but that leads me to my next point!

kai and ashton want to get a summer home in sulani. 🤭 y’know, get away from the city, enjoy the beach.. be near jasmin! oh, and it just so happens his dear friend lives there.. and he wants to see her more often too. (makoa just popped a blood vessel) but anyway, that opens up sooo many possibilities for reconciling, right? beach days with the fam, arielle and elia's twins growing up together.. how could makoa and kai still hate each other after all that future bonding time? (jk they'll find a way)

all in all, kai is doing his best. he's still got some deep rooted issues to work through, and maybe some of it will never go away....... but he IS happy. most the time, anyway.

#ask #isa answers #story ask

[haunted-xander]

"Chiaki Nanami, you have been assigned a new mission. You will reside in the designated area and search for survivors, and provide them with safety until we can come gather them. We will send Makoto Naegi and Kyoko Kirigiri to accompany you. As their senior, we expect you to guide them. You will stay in the area indefinitely. Suitable apartments have been located and prepared for your stay. Good luck out there."

Chiaki looked at the message as she, alongside Makoto and Kyoko, were about to arrive at their new apartments. She was glad to get another relatively easy-going mission, but she was concerned about being accompanied by others. It'll be harder to hide that I'm looking for the Remnants on my own... Kirigiri-san especially will definitely notice. I just hope they'll understand...

She thought back to the file Ryota sent her the other day. The area she was overlooking was the same as the one the Remnants were supposedly gathering towards. I hope I can find Kamukura-kun or Komaeda-kun quickly... There's no telling when they'll all arrive or how long they'll take to start whatever they're planning. I can't afford to take my time with this.

"...Um, Nanami-san? We're here." Makoto's words made her realize she'd spaced out. "...Oh, cool. We're finally here." Finally stepping out of the car, she held tight to her backpack and joined Makoto and Kyoko in walking up to the apartments. "...So, what apartment number did you get? I got 106."

"Oh, I got 308."

"I got 309."

"...Oh, you're neighbours. Cool." Chiaki got the feeling there was a certain intent behind rooming them so close together. "...Hey hey, it's just gonna be us in the building, right? Why'd they feel the need to choose the apartments for us? We could've just picked ourselves." At Chiaki's questioning, Kyoko crossed her arms and seemed to think for a second. "If I had to quess, I'd say it's to monitor us more easily. If they where to check up on us, they wouldn't have to go through every apartment in search for us."

"...They could just ask then. Did they even check the apartments beforehand? What if mine has a broken toilet? That would be a pain." She knew she was just being petulant by now, but she really wanted to choose her apartment herself. Maybe I'll just use another apartment anyway. The keys are all in here anyway, so it's not like it matters. Hmph.

Pouting all the way inside, she picked up the key to apartment 104. ...And the key to 106 as well. She could at least check it out. Maybe she'll break a mirror or something as an excuse for why she went to another one. She waved to Makoto and Kyoko as they made their way upstairs to their own apartments. First, she went to 106 to completely innocently check it out. She just broke the mirror by accident is all. If anyone asks, it was always like this.

After that was dealt with, she went to apartment 104 and immediately noticed it was in much better condition than 106. I guess people are still wary of 4's even in the apocalypse... That's people for you, I guess. ...Maybe Komaeda-kun will try to stay in this room since he's called 'God of Death' and all. If he does, that makes my chance of meeting him much higher. She went into each of the rooms to check if they were all in working order, and aside from the lack of chairs, the apartment looked to be fine.

Chiaki was tired from the long drive over and walked into the bedroom only to immediately flop down onto the bed. Soft...

Before she could fully fall asleep, she heard a knock on her door. When she went and opened it, she found Makoto and Kyoko on the other side. "...Oh, hello... Come in..." She opened the door for them and they all went and sat on the couch. "I noticed you went into a different apartment than assigned. Trying to rebel?" Kyoko started with an easy smile. "If you're wondering how I knew which you picked, I saw you take the key."

"...Oh, you did. I should've expected that."

"You really wanted to pick your own apartment, huh?"

"...I picked it just in case the one I was assigned had something wrong with it. 106 has a broken bathroom mirror. That's gonna be annoying."

"Oh, really? Because I heard the sound of glass breaking when I was checking the neighbouring apartments." Oops. She caught me. "...You checked the apartments?" I guess it'd be a good idea to do that. "Yes. There could be something useful hidden in one of the apartments. And, there's the chance someone's laying in wait for the chance to attack us. The apartments are all locked, but it wasn't difficult to lockpick them. If someone was cunning enough to try and ambush us, they'd surely be able to pick a measly lock like this. And, since the doors all lock from the inside without a key, they wouldn't have any issue locking it once inside either."

"There wasn't anything of note inside the first floor apartments though... Well, aside from the recently broken mirror, I guess." ...My bad. "We decided to check yours last. Have you noticed anything odd?"

"...Other then the fact there's no chairs here, no. Everything looks fine... I think. But I also didn't look around that deeply, so I might've missed something." She was really curious about the lack of chairs, thought. Maybe I'll steal some from 106. "We'll take a look around, then."

"...Okay. I'm gonna take a nap. I'm sleepy..."

"Haha, of course. We'll try to be quiet, so have a good nap, Nanami-san!" Kyoko responded with something about having to check the bedroom eventually too, but Chiaki was too busy heading over to the bed for her nap to listen.

She'll probably just sleep through it, anyway.

#i love kyokos ff look tbh #chiaki nanami #kyoko kirigiri #makoto naegi #remnant searcher chiaki au #danganronpa #super danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #danganronpa 3 #dr3 #art #my art #xanders art #xanders haunting art #digital art #fan art #fic #fanfic #fanfiction

[redmyeyes]

transience

People always ask where you're from. And they don't trust you when you say, I'm not really from anywhere, even if it's the truth. My brother and I used to have whole conversations with people and pretend we were in the circus, or pretend we were orphans, or just practice European accents on people because there's really no reason not to. You're not hurting anyone and they'll never believe you anyway. This one school, we thought we were only going to for a few weeks but we ended up there for three months and Dean had to fake an Irish accent the whole time.

24-hour gas stations at three a.m. are straight out of a David Lynch movie. One of the weirdest feelings is rocking up in the middle of the night, catching a few hours shut-eye because you're too broke that week for a motel, and then wandering into the lurid candy-brightness in flip-flops and sweats and your hair all fucked up, using the bathroom, and then flashing a peace sign at the bored attendant on your way out. Maybe they're used to it, I don't know. Who else uses a gas station at three a.m.? Dean said those years when I was gone and Dad shipped him off on his own, he didn't use a motel once, that whole first summer.

If you get in legal trouble, no one can really do anything to you unless you go back to that county or city or state. That goes double if you're a minor, as long as you don't go back until you're an adult. If you have a fake ID from a different state and they try to run the numbers, they'll almost always assume it's a problem with their system pulling records from another state and just write it down and let you go. That's why most of our IDs were from California. I don't know if Dad had some kind of grudge against the coast or whatever but it's the only one of the lower 48 we never went to. Why do you think I picked Stanford?

If you don't have a shower for a few days, you can always find a restaurant or gas station bathroom with a locking door. Always leave stuff nice so no one notices.

It's possible to eat well on the road, but you have to really really try. And also have more money than you know what to do with. Why buy gas station produce that'll give you diarrhea nine times out of ten when you can just stock up on jerky that'll last you for months? We always kept emergency rations of jerky and gatorade in the trunk. Gatorade is even more sickly sweet at room temperature, but it never goes bad and it keeps the jerky from sticking in your throat.

Carrying extra water is also a must. A lot of motels use gray water and most people don't know about it. If you shower in that, you'll smell like sewage for days.

Sometimes though. Sometimes you'll be flying down one of those endlessly straight desert roads at 120 mph, with the baked-in heat radiating off the dirt in wavy lines you can actually see, and you've been on the road five hours already with another 300 miles to hit before dark, and you'll look over and your brother will give you this grin and cock his head back, and close his eyes and take his hands off the wheel—

And you'll wake up pre-dawn on the side of the road when the sky's just beginning to turn from deepest black to navy to palest pink on the horizon, and you'll exit the car quiet so your brother doesn't wake up, and stretch and piss into the cold desert air with not even a rabbit watching, and feel like you and him are the only two people left on the planet, and you'll think, I'm from nowhere. I'm from here.

#parts of this adapted from an actual conversation #iykyk #just experimenting with the flash format #sam/dean #(bc everything is s/d) #redrites

[starfxkr]

so ok lets talk foxypope duo in hollywood au now. they work tg all the time like there's a bajillion pap pics out there of them workshopping tg at cafes. and to boost work morale b/w them they'll dress all matchy-matchy for their cafe workshop sessions n look film twt eats it up; sm so couples are using their matchy looks as couple pfps

anyways so foxypope are a non-negotiable duo. they wont work on a project if the other is not on board bc tg they've curated such a specific vision. foxy is a horror geek so all the screenplays she pushes pope's way are in that vein. but now pope loves him a good psychological drama or thriller but he also loves foxy's vision ... remember she is his muse and while he may or may not explicitly say it she is at the heart/spirit of all of his movies so their movies have horror at the heart of it but under that psychological drama/thriller lens which is why i felt robert eggers was rly fitting for what their movies tg end up looking like.

i also feel like they end up going on a lot of research trips tg for their movies too. they pull from a lot of real-life horror (like how the lighthouse was inspired by an actual lighthouse incident back in the day) so they end up in these rly scary places like deserted lighthouses, abandoned churches etc. to get a feel for whatever story they're trying to work out at the time. ik they got the coolest stories to tell bc of all their research trips

-🐰

YASSSSS LETS TALK ABOUT MY BABIES

she's really his main driving force like pope realized this early on after his first movie without her flopped and he was like "nah we're the dream team we have to be together."

the pics of them out at cafes and scouting locations make people go nuts bc i think she still dresses like shit but in a "chic way" she's wearing rain boots with cargo pants and a giant leather jacket but the blogs eat it up and pope's always seen in the pics talking super animatedly while she's all cool and collected because you know she's already writing his ideas in her head.

they work so well because he's the only one who can practically see into her head and understand her exact vision. nobody else gets her like he does and atp everyone knows it. they curate such a haunting and visceral vibe in their work and they're both morbid people so it works but there's always an underlying romanticism. you cant tell me pope doesnt invent new lighting techniques just so her vision is executed perfectly.

they also frequently disappear for months or even like a couple years when working on projects they don't have a huge filmography for that reason because they're really taking their time. she writes for a couple shows and smaller films in between bc screenwriting really does pay well if youre established and work constantly tho (inputting my real knowledge here...this is looking like my current path.)

#✨.txt #pope heyward prompt #fox!reader #🐰 anon #hollywood au

[bookofmirth]

I wish I wasn't so obsessed with the elucien and gwynriel ships because I genuinly want to leave the fandom and leave everything Sjm related behind. The fandom is toxic and that lady seems to love our money more than the magic she used to love putting in her books. The trademarking crap is another straw for me, I hope the last will come soon.

I'm not even scared wether or not my ships are gonna be endgame. I'm 100% sure that they are. I'm rather scared of what she'll do with them after reading her latest books (Acosf, hosab and hofas). I feel like they'll flop.

Idk, she has been annoying me since acosf came out.

Yeah that's the thing, these characters and books were always her intellectual property, she always had copyright over them, so why trademark unless there are further money things going on? I don't know. It's giving capitalism, it's giving a millionaire author concerned about some random Etsy shop selling a mug for $10. And when said author regularly begs borrows and steals from other people's work and cultures anyway? LMAOOOOO

And frankly, like you said, I am ceasing to care. The only thing I'm obsessed with anymore are the amazing, lovely, wonderful, supportive friends that I have made while in this fandom. acotar has lost its spark for me. CC being not good and the fandom culture have just made it worse. So I low-key think I'm going to just use this blog to do my own thing now. I'm sure I'll still talk about sjm (I don't want to ignore the state of my inbox) and will read new acotar releases. I just... don't care.

I've always said I'll never be anti because I find it a waste of my time, but I have never been so close to it in my life.

And another thing, it's like you said, it's not that I am unsure of what will happen or whatever, it's just!!!! I don't care anymore!!!! Maybe acotar5 will come out and be amazing. Who knows. Maybe by 2035 we will finally get an elucien book. I'm just tired of spending my time on it.

#sjm critical #ask #anon

[cookies-over-yonder]

"temporary"

"Hermie! Can you help me move my bed into your room?"

"What? "

⋆or⋆

Taylor helps Hermie adjust to their new room!

Part 2 of The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Roommates

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ao3

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"Hermie! Can you help me move my bed into your room?"

" What? " Hermie shouts from downstairs. They've been talking with his mom for a while.

Taylor leaves his room to lean over the balcony. "Can you help me move my bed into your room?"

"My—wh—" Hermie stutters a few more sounds of confusion before Taylor shouts again.

"Just come upstairs," Taylor whines.

"What do you want me to do?" Hermie asks, reaching the top of the steps.

"Help me move my bed to your room!"

"It's a temporary room. And… why?"

"Yeah, your temporary room! And because I know you haven't set up that pull-out bed yet, and mine is bigger and better anyway!"

Hermie's brows are knitted together now. "You need that."

"Meh. I've been wanting to get a new one anyway."

"Why?"

Hm. Truth be told, Taylor's current bed gives him the creeps. Not because there's anything wrong with it… it just… unsettles him.

But that would dissuade Hermie from accepting it, and that would foil the plan!

"Just 'cause."

"Right…" Hermie rolls their eyes. "But I—I don't need—"

" Please? " Taylor asks, clasping his hands together under his chin and batting his eyelashes.

They huff. " Fine ."

"Yay!"

…

As it turns out, this would not be an easy task.

There they stood, staring at Taylor's bed, matress, sheets, pillows and all. And the frame. A metal frame holding it all up above the ground.

"Do we… pick it up?" Taylor asks.

"I think we need to take everything off first."

"Right."

Taylor begins pulling his sheets off and tossing them onto the floor.

"You said you're going to use a sleeping bag ?" Hermie asks, watching Taylor from the entrance of the room, leaning against the door frame.

"Yeah! Until I get my new bed."

"I fail to understand why any of this is a good idea when there's already a bed in the guest room."

"Just trust me, Hermie!"

Hermie hums, and starts taking pillows off the bed and placing them on Taylor's epic gamer chair.

"Now the mattress," they say after all the pillows have been removed.

"Huh?"

"We take it off."

"Right."

Taylor grabs the edge of the mattress and starts to lift. Maybe it's heavy, maybe his arms aren't on his side today, or maybe it's a bit of both, but it hurts .

It's fine. It's worth it to get the bed out of here.

Hermie joins him in pulling it, and eventually it's on the floor, and the frame is finally empty.

"Woo!" Taylor throws his arms in the air. " Ow! " he sucks in a breath and drops them.

Okay, his arms really feel like shit now.

But they're almost done.

"Mmm," Taylor puts a hand to his chin.

The mattress is covering the floor, in order to move the frame, that needs to go first.

…

The mattress gets stuck in the doorframe at first, but eventually they manage to pull it out and lean it against the balcony railing.

By the end of it, they're both panting like they've just run a marathon.

Taylor leans against the wall, crossing his arms. "Okay, now the frame!"

"How the hell are you not tired?" Hermie asks, still holding the edge of the mattress.

"Well, I'm a little tired, but I'm determined," Taylor shoots them a smirk.

"That's one word for it."

"Whatever. Let's get moving!"

…

They end up dragging the metal frame through the shared bathroom between the rooms. A genius idea on Taylor's part.

And then they put the mattress back on.

And the covers.

And the pillows.

After everything has been arranged nicely, Taylor remains hugging his body pillow. "I'm keeping this one."

"Yeah I… don't want that."

"Good."

"What's making you so eager about this?" Hermie asks, flopping down onto the mattress.

"I already told you: I want a new bed, and also we're roomies now!" Taylor lies down next to them. "This is gonna be fun."

Taylor stares at the ceiling. It's boring. His ceiling has stars on it, but this one's got nothing. They'll have to change that soon.

"I'm excited. Aren't you?"

Silence.

Taylor turns to Hermie to see that their eyes are already shut.

Come to think of it, that was pretty tiring. And Taylor is aching everywhere .

He carefully slides Hermie's glasses off their face and places them on the fold-out desk next to the bed. While he's at it, he takes his own glasses off too and puts them beside Hermie's.

Then he lies back down, and he shuts his eyes.

☆

#the mortifying ordeal of being roommates #dndads #fic #dndads fic #taylor swift dndads #hermie unworthy #hehehe #excited about this #silver and i be cooking!!! :D #cookies writes and cookies wrongs

[jungle-angel]

11. Fall baking

With Rhett Abbott

( its one of my favorite things to do! Baking is a huge part of my family especially things like apple /pear baked goods. Home made ice cream, meat pie, candied carrots and oatmeal products!)

BAAAAAABES!!!!! Ya had me at Rhett Abbott (lol)

Rhett was exhausted, even as he climbed over the paddock fence and back onto the grass. He wanted nothing more than to head up to the barn loft and go right to sleep in the hay, flopping right into it as he often did at night after the kids were all put to bed. Fall was always the hardest on the ranch and with it came more work to be done than during the summer.

It had been a hell of a morning. The kids had all been so excited since Halloween was right around the corner and they'd get to wear their costumes to school. The girls of course were no problem, but the boys? That was an entirely different story.

Tatum and Tanner had gotten really into watching Stranger Things on the weekends and both had wanted to go as Eddie for Halloween. You and Rhett saw absolutely no problem with this......until the rude awakening he had received that morning.

Usually Rhett got up about an hour after Royal did to go and help him with the cows, but Royal insisted that he try and get some sleep. Unfortunately, the two little ghouls had thought otherwise, both excited as ever to act out the part of Eddie Munson. Somehow they had gotten a hold of Rhett's old cassette player, hooked it up to the stereo system in the living room and proceeded to blast out "Master of Puppets", waking their father and you from your blissful sleep. Deep down Rhett was laughing, but still had given the boys an earful before you sent them and the girls off to school.

Back to the house he went, tired as hell, but surprised when the heavy smell of cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves reached his nose. "Darlin' you in here?" he called.

"Yep!" you called back.

Rhett entered the kitchen and sure enough, there you were, scooping something from a metal bowl onto a cookie sheet. "Whatcha got?" he asked. "Smells good."

"Pumpkin cookies," you told him. "A friend of mine gave me this recipe a while back and the kids will probably be hankering for something when they get home."

"Thank God they won't be home till three-thirty," Rhett chuckled.

"I hate to tell you babe," you said. "But it's a half day today and a three day weekend."

"Oh fuck me!" Rhett groaned, running his hands over his face.

"Well, I'd like to but unfortunately these have to go right in the oven," you laughed.

"I might just call Wes and see if he can bring'em on over to their place over on the Res," Rhett mused. "I mean, both sets of kids run around like a pack of wild coyotes anyways."

"Whatever you wanna do," you told him.

"What can it hurt?" Rhett said to you. "I mean, they'll wander till sunset and if they come home with cuts and bruises, then we fix it."

You shook your head and smiled as you finished your work before Rhett gave Wes a call to let him know that the kids could get off at his place and stay until dinner.

"Here, lemme help you," he said.

"You sure?"

"I've got nothin better to do today," Rhett said, his crooked little grin beginning to show. "The kids will be with Wes and Nora until dinner and all the critters have been taken care of."

"Alright, if you insist," you told him.

You were pleasantly surprised by how quick he was with everything, grabbing whatever spices you needed from the cabinet and sticking the cookie sheets in the oven before taking the others out to cool. "You sure they're supposed to look like that?" he asked. "They only look half done."

"They're supposed to look like that Rhett," you laughed.

You and him spent the better part of that late morning and into the afternoon in that kitchen, the heavy smells of cinnamon, nutmeg and all the smells of fall hanging about in the kitchen. Once the last of it had gone into the oven, you and Rhett stood by, his arms around yours as you leaned against the counters and him half asleep as he rested his head against your shoulder.

Rhett's head shot right up when the timer went off on the oven. You laughed a little, tapping against his arms as he let you loose long enough to get the last tray of cookies out of the oven. "If you wanna go upstairs and take a nap," you told him. "We've got plenty of time before Wes brings the little miscreants back."

"I might," Rhett said. "Care to join?"

"I wouldn't mind at all," you said, setting the tray on top of the stove and shutting everything off.

Up you went with your husband, the two of you practically falling into your bed before you curled into each other. Though fall came with all its hard work and heavy toil, you and Rhett never failed to find a moment of peace with each other.

#rhett abbott #outer range #rhett abbott x reader #rhett x reader prompts #outer range fall prompts

[askthechronoverse]

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Dinner felt like a return to form for parent and daughter after the awkwardness. Kit talked excitedly about her day and how she couldn't wait for summer to finally begin. RJ in turn told Kit about more pleasant stories about his life as an adventurer and his former home of Apocalypseburg and Bricksburg. They went to the movie rental store next to the pizzeria and grabbed a movie for the two of them to watch, then headed home to finish homework and watch the chosen cartoon classic.

While the movie was playing, a generic guitar riff sounded from RJ's pocket. He moved to the kitchen to take the call, excusing himself to his little girl despite her focus on the show.

"Hello?" After a period of silence, RJ spoke again. "Calm down, babe. Whatever is wrong, I can fix it." It was this phrase that caught Kit's attention. She poked her head from behind the couch to listen in to her father's half of the conversation.

"So Unitron's decorated chief does want to drag me through a long trial? I know. I know. It doesn't mean he's -!... I have an entire kingdom that's willing to vouch for me. You can pick anyone off the street of the Unicapital." He paused. "I'm not going to Awntawp… by the way, Kit knows…. Yeah, she found out at school today. It'll make a discussion about a trial much easier… Please don't worry that pretty little head of yours. I'll be fine. They need Unikitty’s permission ta land in the Unicapital. He can't get me unless I leave… You know I love you…. Hang on. Gettin' another call. It's probably Emmet, since he would have been in the same meeting as you." RJ pressed the screen of his phone to change the call over.

"Hey, Em!... Yeah, Richie told me… He's scared, too… Don't panic! I'll tell you what I told him: I have an entire kingdom that's willing to vouch for me. This also happened a really long time ago. He doesn't have a legal leg to stand on to throw me in prison… See? If the queen has to write off on it anyway, the most that's probably going to happen is she's going to have to talk to me in person. You and I both know that a real conversation has been long overdue… I gotta go. I want to make sure that my daughter understands what I'm talking about, considering I know she's listening." With the acknowledgment of her eavesdropping verbalized, Kit turned her attention back to the movie, which was quickly paused by her father. He sat next to her on the couch and turned to her, face more serious than she had ever seen it before.

"I know you heard what I was telling your uncle and father. And yes it is about what you found out today. Sometimes, timing is… It makes you wonder if the bra… Man Upstairs has some literary timing." RJ shook his head. "Nothing is going to happen to me. More than likely, they're going to make me go to Syspocalypstar to present my case before Queen Wa'nabi and the chief of Unitron and…" He sighed. "There is a chance that they might send me to some place far away for a while. I'm not going to lie about that to you."

"Where would you go if they make you leave?" Kit tilted her head slightly, her horn flopping down to one side.

"There is a galaxy out there, a place called the Dryar System. It's a dark and desolate system, the most notable planet of it being a desert wasteland. A planet was found there a few years back that you may remember from the news reports: Awntawp. Unitron took it over and it became a prison, a place for only the biggest threats to the United Systems go. That might be my home for a while, if nothing goes well. I'm sure they'll let you visit, but I wouldn't want you to." RJ watched Kit's reaction and held her close to him when she looked like she was going to cry.

"Can Big Sister help you?" She spoke through warm tears.

"She might be able to. I know she will hear about this from any number of people. I expect her to be monitoring the skies for Unitron ships." RJ got to his feet now, walking towards the nearest window to watch the skies himself. Kit, after fishing out some tissues from her bag, rushed to her father to hug him, but no lights showed up in the night sky as the two watched.

It took what felt like a lifetime for RJ to check the clock. "Kitten, it's late. You still have school tomorrow.” There was a deep sorrow in the man's voice now, as if he was already mourning the worst timeline's outcome.

"Dad? Please don't leave me." The fear of losing her father left a heavy pit in Kit's stomach. The feeling that knowing her father's possible fate gave her made the anger of not knowing the truth of how he got there feel like a lesser issue.

"I will never. Kit, I will always come back to you." RJ led his child to her bedroom.

"Promise?" She stopped just under the doorframe, watery eyes looking up to her dad.

"I promise. Cross my heart." He knelt down and kissed his daughter's forehead. She nodded after a long moment of staring, giving her father as crushing a hug as a girl her size could. With a yawn, she disappeared into her bedroom and closed the door behind her. RJ stayed for just a moment longer, eyes boring into the wood. He whispered a silent prayer to beings he knew never were listening that things would stop getting worse before heading up to his room to get ready for sleep.

In the early hours of the morning, while the humans slept in the A-frame cabin, a signal came from the fist shaped ship in orbit around the planet. The signal held a single message, a single desperate plea: SOS. This plea was sent over and over again, waiting for someone who could accept the signal to hear, understand, and act. By the time the signal was even sent however, it was already too late.

When RJ awoke, he immediately looked at his alarm clock, which showed that it was almost 10 in the morning. He didn't remember his alarm clock going off, but he also didn't remember if he set it. He rushed down the stairs to wake his daughter, but saw she was missing. With a panic, he rushed to the house phone, where he noticed a note on soft, almost pastel pink paper on the refrigerator door. He grabbed the note from off of the door and subconsciously noted that it was written on the back of a flyer for a sale at some store in the local mall. The first thing he noted was that the handwriting was his husband's. That meant that he did get home sometime when he was asleep. The note read:

RJ,

It will take a while for Unitron to reach Meraki. We do still have time to discuss a legal strategy, which will include hiring a lawyer. I got Catherine ready for school and took her. I should be home soon.

Dr Fox has granted you a leave of absence. She said that something occurred at the office that afforded you this leave. You will need to let me know what this incident was so I can have that be investigated.

Richard xoxo

The words caused a wave of relief to crash over him. Kit was at school. With his nerves calmed, he could hear a steady beep coming from his study. Three dots lol. Three dashes. Three dots. S. O. S. His radio was only tuned to one signal: the signal coming from The Rexcelsior.

"What now?" He muttered to himself with a muddy mix of fear and exasperation as he rushed to the garage to master build a ship that could get him up to see what the signal meant.

#⌈the ashes of disaster drift to you⌋ ⋆❈⋆ ⌈days of oblivion⌋ #⌈the newspaper isn't antiquated⌋ ⋆❈⋆ ⌈writings⌋

[safyresky]

Crystal Springs Chapter 23 now on ao3!

Would've been sooner but the uh. Season 2 premier broke my brain a bit? (Derogatory). I am still recovering. Both from that AND a lack of sleep thanks to a REALLY GOOD CRITICAL ROLE EPISODE. (looks at tsc series: I have hobbies outside of you)

Anyway, catch Chapter 23: Fae Brand HERE on ao3 (and here on ff dot net I suppose)

Chapter 23: Fae Brand

Heartfelt goodbyes are had at Frost Manor as Jack and Jacqueline head back to the North Pole to try to fix the Dome once and for all.

And a little sneak preview for you all (that was very hard to pick tbh)

"We're gonna be okay," she said. "Uh, duh," Jack nudged her gently. "We're Jack Frost! And there is not a force in this world that can keep us down for long," he shouted, tossing his apple core behind him. "They can try, but they'll be in for a nasty surprise soon enough," he finished with a smirk. Jacqueline laughed, swaying gently into his arm. "Thanks, Jack." "Any time," he replied, swaying back harder. She narrowed her eyes, swaying back just as hard. Jack raised an eyebrow, swaying back into her even harder. "You are fighting a losing battle, brother of mine," Jacqueline threatened, swaying back hard enough to nearly knock Jack sideways. "Am I?" he replied, swaying back hard enough that Jacqueline nearly toppled over. "Yeah! You really are!" And with a feral grin, she leaned back, palms out, and pushed him right into the pond. Jacqueline cackled, absolutely delighted when Jack belly flopped with a splash, the fish darting away from him. Her laughter echoed around them, bouncing between the rocky walls and up into the sky above them. "I win!" she said gleefully as Jack righted himself. The water wasn't deep at all; it sat just at his hips. He glanced up at Jacqueline, ready to retaliate with a splash, only to find her back on the ground, laughing. The thought of something much better than a splash occurred to him, then. Smirking, Jack carefully waded towards the bank, trying not to disturb the water too much. Crouching as he got closer, he carefully, carefully, reached out and grabbed Jacqueline's ankle. Before she could even fully shoot up and gasp, Jack pulled her in. "AH!" she screamed, as, with a strength they both didn't realize he possessed, she slid right into the water. She almost caught herself! Almost! Her bare feet touched the rocky ground ever so briefly before she lost her balance entirely, and fell over with her own splash, the rest of her scream lost in a stream of bubbles. "HA!" Jack shouted, pointing at her as she sprung up out of the water, steadying herself messily, arms sticking out widely. Jack laughed; she looked like a startled cat! Her hair was poofed up like a cat's tail and everything!

Hashtag siblings or whatever.

We've also got BLINTER INNUENDOS ft JACK GETTING EMBARRASSED! Fun sibling times!! TRAUMA for Lucy and Curtis and everyone up North! BUD'S HERE AND HE IS BUD-ING IT UP! (He's fun to write lmao)

All that and MORE in Crystal Springs Chapter 23: Fae Brand, right HERE on ao3 and HERE on fanfic dot net :D

Wanna start from the top? You can read the Prologue: An Encounter right HERE on ao3 and THERE on fanfic dot net.

Sounds fun, tumblr user safyresky! but what's it even about?

You can find that out with the STORY SUMMARY below the CUT :D

It's been almost a year since Jack Frost thawed and things are looking...well, not so great. Jack's powers are seemingly gone. Without them, the Dome that keeps the North Pole safe from the cold and its magic controlled is melting, putting everything and everyone magical at risk. Unable to hide his power shortage any longer, Jack is forced to admit the truth. Thankfully, there is a solution: enacting the Legate Law, bringing Jack and the sister that he hurt so many centuries ago back together again. But when Jacqueline starts experiencing destructive blackouts, the pair are forced to head back home to Crystal Springs, bringing Jack face to face with the rest of the family. Needless to say, between getting his powers back, helping his sister figure out what in the FROST those blackouts even were, reconciling with his parents, meeting the two even younger siblings he didn't even KNOW he had, NOT TO MENTION the ancient threat that's had it out for the ENTIRE Frost family finally making a move? Saving Christmas (regrettably) is looking to be a little bit...complicated.

#dani speaks #dani writes #the santa clause #the santa clause 2 #the santa clause 3 #i wonder if anyone follows the movie title tags???? like if anyone follows #the escape clause #or #the mrs clause #which isn't REALLY the title officially the way the escape clause kinda is lmao. #ANYWAY LET'S EXPERIMENT! #tsc #tscs #tsc2 #tsc3 #the santa clauses #in case any series goers are looking for something more in the MOVIE canon and don't follow the MOVIE tags #long post #jack frost #ocs #tsc jack frost #fanfiction #ou. i may have to reformat these a touch next week!!! #SO EXCITED TO SHARE THE NEW CHAPTERS WITH YOU GUYS FINALLY!!!!!! #I CAN'T WAIT TO HAVE CS SET TO COMPLETE ONCE MORE. AS IT SHOULD BE. #TEN YEARS AFTER IT WAS ORIGINALLY POSTED/FINISHED! AH!

[spaceyflowerswriting]

we can take it slow (seongjun baek x reader)

details: fluffy oneshot with a pinch of angst, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and seongjun are long time friends

summary: becoming friends to lovers–seongjun never thought such a thing was possible for him.

a/n: wrote this as a writing trade thing with my friend @dyingstar-light ! check out her piece too if you'd like ^_^ 💖

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"You're too cute." Seongjun laughed as he accepted the harsh elbow you gave him before teasing, "Hey, careful, I'm driving."

"Whatever." You pouted but it didn't last long. "Anyway, I seriously regret doing all that stuff. My ex did not deserve any of it."

Seongjun hummed. "Yes, I remember you telling me stories about them. They're... a real piece of work." He glanced at you, just to show you his small grin before looking back to the street. "Putting them aside, though, I can't believe you did all those romantic things for them."

"Ugh, me either."

He laughed a little more at your dramatic wrist flick. "Honestly, it's kind of sweet knowing how far you went for your ex. Next person who wins your heart is going to be lucky. They'll get all that special treatment."

He waited patiently for you to quip back with something similar to your, "Whatever," earlier, but was only met with silence. His eyes moved to look at you once more, and his brows raised when he saw you appearing rather awkward.

"What? Was that really too much?"

"Uh, no." It seemed like you were scrambling for words so you wouldn't appear suspiciously quiet, but it was too late. "I just--"

"Come on, spit it out. I know you're hiding something." Out of the corner of his view, he could see you squinting your eyes at him. He clicked his tongue in response, still amused. "Don't give me that look, we've been friends for far too long for me to not notice something so small."

You let out a deep sigh and turned to the window. "If I tell you, you might seriously crash the car."

He scoffed. "It can't possibly be that surprising--"

"I like you."

"...What?"

Thankfully, the car reached a red light and as Seongjun slowed to a stop, he also slowed down his thoughts to process what you just said. His brows narrowed when the idea of romance popped into his head and he looked your way for a confirmation of some sort.

You didn't give any verbal reply, but the fact that you were turned away had him guessing you were probably too shy to make any kind of eye contact with him.

He didn't know what to think. Of course feelings like joy and excitement ran through him, but doubt was also starting to make its place alongside the aforementioned two. Maybe this was a joke… maybe he was even dreaming?

Seongjun made a thoughtful hum aloud before laughing at his own absurdity. Now that he thought about it, your feelings for him were pretty obvious. It seemed like one of those things that wouldn't be noticeable unless pointed out. And that would mean… what exactly?

He'd gotten so used to the way you treated him he never even knew that was your way of expressing your crush on him? Wait–

"How long have you liked me, hm?" he casually asked.

You slowly turned back to look at him, scrunching your nose at his amused expression. "...That's seriously what you want to reply with?"

"Mhm. What's your answer?"

A look of disbelief flashed in your eyes and you turned away again. "You know what, I knew this was a bad idea. Just pretend you never heard anything."

Seongjun glanced at the road and continued to drive when the light turned green. "What are you going on about?"

"No need to rub salt in the wound." You sighed and flopped back on your seat. "Just say you don't like me."

"Ah, so that's what you think is going on." Seongjun burst into a small fit of laughter, the kind that was dry and really not helping his situation. You groaned and he laughed a little more. "Darling, I like you, too, I'm just teasing you."

"'Darling'?" you stammered, giving him another look once again.

He smirked at how flustered you looked. "That's right. So answer my question, will you?"

Your jaw went agape for a moment until you shook your head. "I don't know, I just know it's been a while."

"Mm. I figured." You deadpanned as Seongjun moved a hand to pat your thigh. "There, there. If it makes you feel any better, I've liked you for a while as well."

"Wow, thanks! My feelings hurt so much less now!" You waved your hands in a jazz hands motion, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Now Seongjun was rolling his eyes. "I'm serious. And if you're wondering why I never acted on my feelings then I can ask the same of you. In my own defense though, I'm just being cautious."

You tilted your head. "Cautious about what?"

There was a somewhat tense silence as Seongjun pondered about how he could best word what was running through his mind. He eventually replied only after you both arrived at his driveway and he parked his car, which wasn't too long.

He took a deep breath before answering with, "You know the kind of person I am. The things I do."

"Yeeeah…?"

"Well, I'm just worried that throwing romance into our relationship would change some things." You continued to give him a look of confusion. He rubbed at his nape with a hand and looked away. "I'm not sure what exactly, but I'm still worried. And I don't want to ruin what we have. You're…" Seongjun awkwardly laughed. "Someone I really treasure. A really good friend of mine." He added more softly, "The only one, if I have to be honest."

"Hey…" You moved a hand to cup his cheek, tilting his head to look at you. "I'm not sure if I can see exactly where you're coming from, but I get it somewhat, so I want to tell you that just because we both confessed to each other, it doesn't mean we should start dating immediately or anything. We can take it slow and see how it goes."

Seongjun smiled a little and placed a hand on top of yours. "You think we can just cross that bridge when we get to it?"

"Yeah!" You beamed at him and he chuckled at your enthusiasm.

"Alright. Let's take it slow, then." He moved your hand off his cheek to gently take it into his hand and bring it to his lips. After pressing a small kiss to your knuckles, he gave you a sweet smile. "Shall we see where the future takes us?"

#viral hit x reader #how to fight x reader #seongjun baek x reader #bonus fact: this is a revised and finished version of writing scraps from a prev anon request - #about a friends to lover reader x seongjun prompt!!

[mwebber]

rambling stream of consciousness introspection

idk if this is self-triggering but a thought i've been having lately is that i'm just so bored of food. like you know in france or whatever how people have this like glorious relationship with their meals where they'll be rlly cognizant of all the ingredients and all the flavour profiles and shit and idk if it's even real, right. but it sounds like they're actively paying attention?

anyway i've been trying out that method and like taking my time to cultivate a healthier relationship with nutrition that isn't just "oh i need this food group so i don't get scurvy" or whatever. and i've always had a complicated love-hate situationship with anything i eat so it's been kind of hard to not try and remove Myself from the Action Of Consuming Food. but i think regardless i'm just flopping majorly at it. i'll have a couple bites of whatever sandwich du jour is cheapest and it'll literally just be a sandwich. is this just part of my bummer summer flop era or like am i doing something wrong when it comes to Living?

i've also been feeling uncharacteristically insecure as of late and i suspect that all of this is related in some weird mental way. like there's normal levels of self-loathing where like, yeah, i think i'm evil incarnate and deserve to choke for eternity, but really the last couple weeks it's been alarmingly off the charts. i'm not even horny it's so bad all my guilty daydreams are just about hugs and being hugged and giving hugs. it's really been harshing my groove bc i'm trying to like, WRITE, and BE CREATIVE, and instead of putting new stuff on the page or feeling any inspiration at all i just keep critiquing what i've already written or done. managed to pull myself away from the suicidal precipice again for the time being but i hate that i'm always standing on the yellow platform. like life is so beautiful and i'm successful and work hard and i'm hot enough to flirt with random people and i'm lucky to have enough savings to support my caffeine addiction and i have a decent social life and the future is really bright. so it's like bitch. why the fuck do you feel SAD! shut up for real! anyway. i'm gonna continue reflecting on things and trying to be at peace with myself.

#dear diary #i also think like. part of it is the feng shui of where i'm at rn. the placement of my room and such. absorbing a lot of negative energy #not to be littlestitious or anything.