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bratshaws · 5 months

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through the hourglass 335. brb x oc

a/n: im so tired of my internet issues ughhh (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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“Have you been to Disneyland before?”

She looks up from her phone when he asks, sunglasses low on her nose as she purses her lips, “Hm?”

Rooster’s caravans shone as the sun hit the lenses, one of his arms resting by the window as they wait in traffic, pointing forward, “Disneyland,gorgeous.” he smiles, “You’ve been there?”

“Oh yeah, not too often. You know, my parents could handle me and Leo maybe Mike? But,” she shrugs, “We often came here with other family members, but it was really fun.” she smiles at him, looking back to check on the kids. Nicole was the only one awake, holding her stuffed chicken toy - again, his friends were hahah so funny - with her big light eyes moving around.

The twins were sleeping so soundly Bea was jealous, “Anyway,” she cfontinues, “I asked Dr.Connelly again if it’s okay for them to come–”

“Didn’t we check with her yesterday,gorgeous? Didn’t she say it was fine?”

“Well yes,” she types down, “But you gotta make sure,Roos.”

Rooster nodded,smiling to himself as the traffic finally move forward "You're right, gotta make sure everything's in order. We want this trip to be perfect for them."

Beatrice smiled, nodding as she waits for the pediatrician’s response. "Exactly. I want it to be a magical experience for all of us, stress-free."

As traffic inched forward, Rooster glanced at Nicole in the back seat. "Nikki seems excited. She's been eyeing that stuffed chicken like it's the key to the Magic Kingdom."

Beatrice chuckled, casting a glance at Nicole who was now inspecting the stuffed chicken with a serious expression. "That chicken is her travel companion. It goes everywhere with her. I have no idea how she got so attached to it." and she gives him a side eye look, “Who knows why,right?”

He narrows his eyes playfully, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Our daughter likes chicken themed stuff? Wow,” Bea giggles, “Can’t say I saw that coming.”

“Chickin!”

“Yes,baby girl it is a chicken.” he adds while looking through the rear view mirror, “So, since you’ve been there before can you,” a shrug, “Give me the basic rundown of what I’ll see first? I think I haven’t seen anything Disneyland related since the 90s.”

Beatrice smiled, eyes shining immediately, hands spreading. "Sure thing. Disneyland is divided into different lands, each with its own theme and attractions. The first land you'll probably see is Main Street, U.S.A. It's designed like a nostalgic American town from the early 20th century, you know, with shops, restaurants, and the iconic Sleeping Beauty Castle at the end."

Rooster nodded, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Sounds charming. What's next?"

"Well, from Main Street, you can branch out to different lands. There's Fantasyland, where you'll find classic attractions like 'It's a Small World,' 'Peter Pan's Flight,' and the 'Mad Tea Party' – you know, the spinning teacups. Perfect for Nikki."

"I can already picture Nikki insisting on spinning the teacups faster than anyone else."

Beatrice laughed, "Exactly. She'll probably challenge you to a teacup spinning competition."

Rooster smirked, tilting his head so he could see better "Bring it on. What's next after Fantasyland?"

"Well, there's Adventureland, where you'll find 'The Jungle Cruise' and 'Indiana Jones Adventure.' It's got a tropical jungle theme."

"Sounds like my kind of place. I'm ready for some jungle exploration."

“Yeah, you would.”

Both of them looked down at his Hawaiian shirt. And he snorted, “Hilarious, what else?”

"Then there's Frontierland, with a Wild West theme. You'll find 'Big Thunder Mountain Railroad,' a roller coaster. And oh! 'Splash Mountain,' a log flume ride with a drop at the end."

Rooster's eyes lit up at the mention of roller coasters. "I'm definitely trying those. What's after Frontierland?"

"New Orleans Square is next. It's got a Southern charm with cobblestone streets and a haunted mansion. The 'Haunted Mansion' ride is a must-see, especially if you like spooky stuff."

“That could be interesting. What's left?"

"Uuuuhhhh,well, there's Critter Country, which has the 'Winnie the Pooh' ride. And finally, there's Tomorrowland, a futuristic-themed land with attractions like 'Space Mountain' and 'Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters.' she grins, “And hmmm…let me think, there must be something else.”

“You got that all from memory?”

“Course not hon,I memorized everything remember?” she grins, tapping her phone, “So we’d know what to do.”

Rooster chuckled, "You're like our personal Disneyland encyclopedia. Impressive."

Beatrice grinned, tapping her phone screen. "Well, it's a big park with a lot to offer. I just want us to make the most of our time there, experience everything the kids might enjoy." she smiles more “And you. You look good by the way.”

He smirks, face still forward, “Do I?”

“Hard to look,bad,Roos.”

“Aw,keep going like that and I’ll have to take you on a date,gorgeous.”

Beatrice's laugh rang through the car, a warm and melodic. "A date at Disneyland? Now that sounds like a plan. We could even try one of those character dining experiences. Maybe have dinner with Mickey and Minnie?"

Rooster grinned, the image of sharing a meal with Disney characters sparking his amusement. "Sure, why not? I'd love to see kids’ reaction."

"I bet they’d love it."

As the traffic inched forward, Rooster stole a quick glance at Beatrice. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and the sparkle in her eyes mirrored the excitement building within him. "Gorgeous, this trip is going to be incredible. Thanks for making it happen."

Beatrice met his gaze, her eyes softening with affection. " I'm just making sure it's filled with magic for all of us."

The car finally reached the entrance to Disneyland, and the iconic Sleeping Beauty Castle came into view. Rooster couldn't help but marvel at the sight, the grandeur of the castle against the backdrop of a clear sky. "We made it.”

Beatrice grinned, her excitement bubbling over. "We sure did.Ready?."

Rooster chuckled, "Sure am."

Nikki's eyes widened at the sight of Cinderella's Castle, and she tugged on Rooster's hand. "Dada, big! Inside?"

Rooster chuckled, lifting her onto his shoulders. "Maybe later, sweetheart. Let's explore a bit first." he keeps her up on his shoulders and her tiny hands land on his cap as they walk forward, “There’s…a lot of people here.”

Bea pushes the stroller forward, the twins now awake, “Yeah. But it’s less than often. I think we’ll be okay.” she does grab his bicep as they move forward, to stay close at all times.” Where do you want to go first?”

Rooster scanned the parl, considering their options. "How about we start with Fantasyland? I’m…kinda overwhelmed right now,hah."

“That’s okay,Roos,we’ll start slow.”

Rooster and Beatrice navigated through the crowd, the twins in the stroller, and Nikki on Rooster's shoulders, her eyes darting from one magical sight to another.

Nikki pointed excitedly at the spinning teacups of the Mad Tea Party. "Dada!"

“Yeah,baby girl. I know, we can go there later.” his eyes looked around for a bit, lips pursed, “...you know, it feels…weird? A little?”

Beatrice nodded, understanding the mix of emotions Rooster was experiencing. "It's a lot to take in, especially for the first visit. But we'll take it one step at a time, alright?"

Rooster smiled appreciatively, squeezing her hand. "Yeah, one step at a time. “ the kids were having a blast at least, Nikki was just babbling so happy on his shoulders that he just couldn’t help smiling, “Do…they have anything to do with the sword and the stone?”

Beatrice thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, they do! The Sword in the Stone is right in front of King Arthur Carrousel. We can check it out."

“...really?”

“Yeah!”

Rooster’s lips parted and he just…looked like a little boy for a second, lips quirking, “Wow…wow uh…wow.” he was fidgeting a bit with excitement, “Can we…can we go there?”

Beatrice chuckled at Rooster's childlike enthusiasm. "Of course, we can. It's a classic Disney experience. Nikki, what do you think? Want to see if Daddy can pull the sword from the stone?"

Nikki clapped her hands "Yea!"

“I think daddy is worthy enough too,” Bea smiles, rubbing his arm and seeing how his cheeks heated up as he dropped his gaze, “We can go Roos. If you want to start there,we can go there.”

He looked so delighted by that idea, he looked so so happy. “It is your favorite movie, right Roos?”

Rooster grinned, his eyes lit up with a genuine excitement. "Yeah, it is. 'The Sword in the Stone' has always been a favorite. I mean, who wouldn't want to try pulling that sword out?" he pauses “My mom…and I watched it often.”

“Yeah?”

“And…Robin Hood.” he smiles, “Do they have stuff like that here? Robin Hood?”

"Oh, they definitely have nods to Robin Hood. We can explore the area around the castle, and I'm sure we'll find something related to the legend of Robin Hood. Maybe even a character meet-and-greet!"

Rooster's eyes sparkled with excitement. "That!...sounds amazing. Yeah,yeah, gorgeous."

The Bradshaw family made their way to Fantasyland, and Bea was so happy that all her loves looked like they were having a blast. As they approached the King Arthur Carrousel, Nikki's eyes widened with. Rooster carefully lifted her down from his shoulders, and she immediately ran towards the majestic spinning horses.

"Dada, horsies! Wide one?" Nikki's little hand was pointing forward while looking back.

Rooster grinned, glancing at Beatrice with his hands on his hips "What do you think, gorgeous? Ready for a carousel adventure?"

Beatrice nodded, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Why don’t you two go first? I’ll stay with the twins first.”

‘You sure?”

“Yeah,” she grins, “You two have fun,yeah?”

Rooster smiled appreciatively at Beatrice, his shoulders relaxing"Thanks, gorgeous. We'll catch up with you right after."

“I’ll be right here,” she points to a bench, “Don’t worry.”

Nikki was practically bouncing on her toes, her eyes flickering between the carousel and her parents. "Come on, Dada! Horsies!"

Rooster chuckled, taking Nikki's hand. "Alright, let's go baby girl."

As Rooster and Nikki joined the line for the carousel, Beatrice found a comfortable spot nearby to park the stroller. The twins were wide-eyed, taking in the colorful surroundings. Beatrice glanced around, with Aurora being a loud babbling baby as she watched people go by.

She couldn't help but feel a warm sense of contentment, hand on her cheek as she watches. She just wanted him to have a good time, he’s been through so much and he deserves a break. The carousel music began to play, and Beatrice marveled at the joyous expressions on their faces, pulling out her phone to film them for a short while. Nikki was getting so tall, even for a one year old, she’s half his calf already.

She only watched with her eyes shining. This was going to be a good day.

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bourbon-ontherocks · 11 months

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hi 👀 306 was last week but I still wanted to address a couple of things… mainly roxane’s last scene, ouch, she deserved a better exit than parroting the writers’ memo on [gros canard]’s failings 😩 c’est faible. feels like they should’ve axed the scene (it was clear enough they’d break up, anyway) and simply confirmed she left with the voicemail about her sister dropping off the keys. (btw--did we know she had a sister before you mentioned that detail in fic, or was it another of your predictions??)

big fan of the attic scene though, and daphné & [gros canard]’s synchronized "gilles 🙄😵" lol. plot-wise, however, I’d like to know who would put multiple acid tablets in a bottle they’re not drinking, because 1) big waste of money for a student population, 2) it’s probably not the most efficient way to take lsd (les résidus au fond de la bouteille !!!), 3) que fait le bde ? shouldn’t they at least pretend to care about safety when there’s a party in the dorms?

and I’ll admit it was kinda fun to see [gros canard] using his ~"just broke up" privileges to dunk on morgane’s relationship history. the guy woke up and chose violence 😭😂😭 ça va qu’elle le prend bien…

bref. that’s all for me on this one!! brb ✌️

Oh hi anon, it's so good to see you back!! 😘

I tend to disagree with you re Roxane's break-up scene, because let's remember that we are obsessed. We can list all of Adam's misdemeanors in the blink of an eye. The casual viewer can't. So this last fact in itself justifies Roxane's monologue reminding us what a terrible boyfriend he's been. And also, even though it all wasn't fresh news for me, I must say I appreciated hearing them all together and I appreciated even more Adam having all of this said to his face. And Roxane's conclusion "Et tu penses que ça fait de toi un type bien" poooooooow elle tire à balles réelles et ça fait du bien !!!! So yea basically I loved that scene because he deserved it. Period. 😂

And yes, Roxane mentioned her sister in 206!!! ("et pour l'anniversaire de ma soeur, tu as pu te libérer ?" while Adam is cursing Morgane for not capping the ketchup bottle) Now did I mention her sister in PQENCEL, well I'm afraid that's another occurrence of Local HPI anon knows my own fic better than I do lol!

(oh wait no, I mentioned her in the 303 fic, didn't I?)

The attic scene was funny-ish, granted, but it's entirely thanks to Gilles' inability to correctly answer multiple-choice questions! Ok full disclaimer, I'm kinda meh about this episode, I don't understand why so many people, cast members included, claim that it's the season's best, but also I must say that for me, the episode is completely doomed because of some infuriating stuff that happens in the finale 😭

Agreed that there's some very generous dealers on this campus, last time I checked open bars didn't include full bottles of LSD, but hey what do I know, my student years are far behind (also BDEs have never been worried about safety, come on 😅)(but this makes me think of the Palmashow's HPI spinoff "BDE" lol I bet it would have made this ep more interesting)

(speaking of the Palmashow parody, Morgane finding the victim's daughter behind the screen that *happened to be here* reminded me so much of fake Morgane finding the killer behind the curtain lol)

"the guy woke up and chose violence 😭😂😭 ça va qu’elle le prend bien…" -> true, perhaps it was a bit harsh to tell her that, but honestly the return of the flirty bickering felt so refreshing!!!! 😍 And I'd dare to think that maybe that's also the reason she takes it well while she has all the reasons to be hurt by him reminding her that she always gets dumped, because he's FINALLY risking a joke at her after all those weeks of silent treatment and closed face and angry looks, my boy is making amends and holding a timid Olive branch and she couldn't be more relieved....

... which makes the three months window proposal absolutely frustrating!!! I *hated* this part (I mean, before I watched the finale and understood what hating an episode's ending really meant lol *crying laughter*), because even though Adam needs some time to heal (understandable), and is a total control freak who shows up early on dates and probably needs to know his schedule six months in advance, this is like peak non-romance. Where's the passion? The spontaneity? I'd have accepted this scene if we'd seen him showing up at Morgane's door barely a week later and telling her that he, in fact, cannot wait, but this... UGH!

My theory is that he wanted to wait long enough to be sure about his feelings for Morgane (which would explain why he's so enthusiastic to date her in the next ep, unless he's that dtf haha), make sure it wasn't a phase or a fantasy due to being stuck in a relationship, and that's probably the only theory I can accept because it's vaguely romantic at least, and also I need to believe that his feelings are real, which is something that tends to be hinted at in 307-308 imo, so there's that consistency at least...

Speaking of consistency!!! I know I'm just hurting myself at this point but I wanted to make a quick check on the timeline... Surprisingly the show actually manages to speak the truth, Timothée did spend 4 months with the team (he arrived in the summer, two months later around September/October - remember that the months were mixed up in 303-304 - he starts dating Morgane for two months, and here we are!). So WHY would they instantly ruin that effort with the most random line this show's ever delivered:

"Et bah moi, je me suis séparée de Ludo il y a neuf mois..."

GIRRRRRRRRL, you spent two months on a couch after your breakup. Then, admitting that 205 to 208 happened in like a week which is in itself a ridiculous assumption, you left the PJ for six months. And here we are, four months later, as dutifully reminded by Timothée. And I didn't even extrapolate here, I just took point blank the elements that the show gave me.

2 + 6 + 4 = TWELVE FUCKING MONTHS BARE MINIMUM. Was it that hard to follow up? Jesus Christ.

And since I'm on the inconsistency chapter, the way TIBER is written on Morgane and Adam's wrists suggests that it's Morgane who was holding the pen because of the letters' orientation, but in this case she wrote on her left wrist. While she's left-handed. Too bad, huh?

Other honorable mentions include:

Adam playing a Columbo bit on the university's dean re the silver scalpel

"C'est doux en fait. On dirait du mouton" -> this one goes straight in the top ten show's best lines 🤣🤣🤣

The LSD trip scene being WAY too sexual, this is pornography 😆

I know it's fleeting and not properly framed, but did you see the only interesting part of that re-doing the house montage in the end? THIS:

No I will not accept any other theory, this is the handprint. I will justify it further with this shot from 304:

While the handprint is not visible, probably due to the light and filming angle, it's the same spot as above, which ties in with where Morgane landed in the dance scene, and also it's interesting to note that she put a little candle in front of it 🕯️🥹

#julia's adventures with the hpi anon #ask #anon #hpi #tf1 hpi #hpi tf1 #hpi analysis #hpi season 3

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tipsylorie · 3 years

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Dream Project Pt. 3 {title in progress}

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: Hola everyone, here is part 3 but not yet proof-read. I hope you will like it nevertheless...

Word Count: 2.7K

THE NEXT DAY

Liviana drove herself to office due to the driver’s message early in the morning that says he will be late because of an emergency. Upon arriving the buildings parking lot, instead of her driver, it was her assistant who was waiting with a worried look.

“Why the long face baby boy?” This is the thought that has been running through Liv’s mind when she saw her assistant, and this made her laugh. It took a while for her to compose herself so with a long face, she just remarks as she exits the car, “Why the sad face Jer?”

“Why are you laughing though?” Jayceon asked with a growing grin, but Liv just dismissed it by saying ‘nothing’. So he continues to inform his boss, “It turns out that your driver for today had to rush her wife to hospital earlier so there won’t be anyone to drive you.”

“This won’t do, I have to get these cakes delivered and to check the situation in Paradigmia.” Liv said with worry written all over her face but then she suddenly smiles, “You do have a license, right?” She asked the young man who responses with a nod. “Then you’ll drive. I just have to get some materials in my office.”

Jayceon sees Liviana walking towards the car and anxious on how his driving should be. Because the only one who he was able to drive are his friends. Heck, his parents don’t even know that he can since he has always been provided with a driver and an assistant. It didn’t help either when Liv chose to seat beside him after she arranged the materials and cakes at the back seat. “Why are you sitting here instead of over there?” Jayceon nervously asked as he points to the back seat diagonal to the driver’s seat as where bosses should sit according to some according to etiquette.

“Well, I am not really used to passenger seat being vacant. Don’t worry Jer, this is perfectly normal and please just treat me more as your friend instead of your boss. It will be more comfortable that way.” Liv informed her assistant.

Jayceon smiles as he was happy hearing how humble his business partner is, so he proceeded saying, “Ok then Liv, buckle up and enjoy the ride!”

It was an internal chaos in Jayceons mind since he doesn’t really want to go to his habit of over speeding and to scare Liviana however his childhood acting lessons had paid off since he was able to act composed and relaxed while he’s driving his temporary boss. Okay, so if you’re wondering about Jayce’s early life, his mother well like all Asian mothers are, enrolled him in all extracurricular activities she could come across. Therefore, ever since in the age of 4 he had already experienced EVERYTHING, from sports to performing arts.

Upon arriving to the Academy’s main branch, Liv immediately went to her friend Anne’s office. “Annie! Been so long, I made you some cupcakes!” She enthusiastically greeted her friend.

Anne was a little bit puzzled by the sudden visit, “What’s up? Why the cupcakes?” She asked. However, Liv just gave her a questioning look as a response and it only dawned on her that it was their friend’s birthday. So, the look at her face was so funny as if she experienced horror while saying, “OH MY GOSH! How could I forget?”

“Don’t worry Anne. Just message her later or maybe give her a visit after your working hours. It’s just a 30-minute ride so… It’s up to you.”

“Well, if it is up to me, I will just take a half day off and go to her but yeah cannot do that because my boss would be mad.”

“Ha, I know what you’re trying to do, well just so y’know as your boss I would totally not mind however I know how keen you are with your work so I reckon that you will finish today’s job and just go to her later after working hours.” Liv said the last words with a tap on Anne’s shoulder then left her office.

As they left, Anne just snickered on how her long-time friend never failed to read her like an open book.

On their way to Paradigmia, they stopped at a gas station since Jayceon found the need to pee. So Liviana just waited in the car. Jayce always has the impulse to buy something since he finds this satisfying. When he was about to pay, only then he realised that he left his wallet in the car’s compartment that is in between the driver’s seat and passenger seat. So, he hurriedly opened Liv’s door side in a rush, and tried to open the compartment and reached it and however this fell on the backside and without thinking Jayce climbed on top of Liv and once he reached his wallet he exclaimed, “Yes! Finally got it!”

This woke Liv up and her eyes widened in surprise. Jayceon just froze and stared to her eyes, and he had the urge to gulp just to somehow slow the rapid beating of his heart. To snap him back to reality, Liv asked, “What are you doing?” in a concerned voice and was trying hard not to jump to conclusion since as far as she knows, the guy in front of her was gay.

Jayce or in Liv’s perspective, Jer stepped back to not cause any alarm and calmly said, “I was just trying to reach for my wallet,” showed the wallet in his hand, “because I have items waiting in the counter of that 7-Eleven.” He pointed to the convenience store in the side of the car.

“Oh okay, but you know you could’ve used the other door, right?” Liv asked genuinely.

“I didn’t think of that earlier since I was in a rush. I am so sorry about that.” Jayce apologised. “I promise it won’t happened ever again!” He subconsciously emphasised as his eyes asked for forgiveness.

In Liv’s perspective, she cannot stay mad to this adorable guy in front of her. “Fine, just never ever do that again to me or to anyone ever again.” She informed her employee.

“Pinky swear! Brb just gonna pay for those food! Thank you, Liv!”

As Jayce ran back to the convenience store, Liv thought it was really odd for Jer to stare at her like that. However, she just dismisses this immediately and went back to her nap since she knows it will be a long day in Paradigmia.

“Hey,” Jayce said as he tapped Liv’s shoulder when he sat at the driver’s seat. “You want some peanuts? It’ll help to lessen your sleeping.”

Liv slowly opened her eyes and looked at the bag of peanut he was holding, “Yes, that would be great.”

As Jayce prepped himself to drive, he asked a last question, “What did you do last night that made you this tired today?”

“Well obviously the cake made me use all my remaining energy last night. I don’t know maybe I had a tiring dream.”

“You also believe that? Despite not remembering the dream?” He asked and she just nodded with a faint smile as a response. “So glad that I am not the only one.”

After few more minutes they finally arrived to the apartment of Julie. Liv asked Jayceon to grab the balloons she prepared at the backseat. “You had balloons? Why haven’t I seen it?” He asked in amusement. “Well, maybe I unintentionally intentionally hid it?” This just made the pair chuckle as the guy grabbed the balloons, the lady handled the cakes.

“After centuries you’re finally here!” Liv’s best friend, Julie exclaimed as she hugged her while holding the cakes.

“Careful! My masterpiece!” Liv yelled.

“Sorry but that will not even last a day in this household.” Julie rebuked. This resulted to the three of them laughing.

“Did Anne tell you she’ll be here later?” Liv asked her good friend.

“Yeah, she felt so guilty of almost forgetting and thanked God when you thought of leaving some of your wonderful cupcakes in her office and she has time to prepare.” Julie nonchalantly informed Liv.

“So, what do you prefer, stay here while we wait for her or let’s head now to the hotel I already booked for tonight?” Liv asked.

Julie replied after some thinking, “Well, I think my family will still visit here shortly to give cakes and such, so maybe wait for Anne in here.”

With Julie’s response, Liv faced her assistant and informed him, “So, if you want to take a rest you can go to the hotel first. I am sending you know the voucher for your room, and by just showing this to the reception, I think you’ll be assisted to your room immediately. Just leave the car and keys since we really do not plan to get wasted so I’ll just drive us there and I’ll just let you know once we arrived there. Is that okay?”

As Liviana is explaining her proposition, Jayceon cannot help but take notice on how she always has the tendency to worry about everyone around her ergo, planning everything tediously beforehand. He admires this but at the same time feel sorry for her since she has the kind of person who loves to smile despite the truth that deep inside, she is already drowning. He can see this because she tries so hard every single time as if it is always her life on the line. He wishes that somehow he can help her to loosen up a bit and be true of what she truly feels. (A/N: Jayceon has taken a lot of Psychology modules in undergrad as a hobby that made him enjoy analysing human behaviour and Liviana has been one of the most interesting person he has met.) So after listening to Liv, he answered, “Yep, sure thing! That all sound great! So I guess, see you tomorrow?”

“Yes, Jer see ya! Thank you for the help. Ooh I almost forgot, I also set aside these cupcakes for you.” Liviana said as she gave the 3 pieces cupcakes in a sealed tray.

“Thank you Liv! Really appreciate it! Bye!” He remarked as he waved goodbye then got inside the taxi they messaged.

~Jayceon in the hotel~

Jayceon went to the counter which the receptionist immediately recognised him as his family being the co-owner of the hotel. In which he was greeted immediately with a bow and for the employee to immediately ring for the Executive Manager. Jayce then quickly tried to explain his stuation in the most discreet way possible. Telling him to stop his manager from coming because most probably him having prior commitments with his work. He just asked for the receptionist to give him the room stated in the voucher and instead to have Liviana Voss in the most expensive room available during her stay and charge her with only the amount the room she booked. So just like that, Jayce had his staff to put Liv in the Premium Suite Penthouse which is technically a room with rooms and a second floor that has a direct access to the rooftop.

Jayce was pretty proud with what he did especially on how smart he think it was. To have Liviana be one of the lucky winners in an online booking event that never existed. After feeling content, he took a nap to make sure he will not miss any updates from his “boss”. But didn’t miss the beat to take a taste of the cupcake after dinner. He can surely tell that it was made with love.

~Meanwhile in Julie’s Household~

“So, who was that guy? He looks so good! Do you have a thing with him?” Julie prompted with the question she has been holding until that guy left.

Liv answered with a grin, “I knew it! I can already sense your questions like once we both entered your house. And the answers would be: first us my assistant; second, yep he is but not interested with girls; and finally, I think no?”

“Omg, you do have! Spill!” Julie enthusiastically ordered.

“But it is your birthday! Why talk about me? We need to focus on you getting older!” Liv claimed.

Julie tried to explain, “Still, I am the birthday girl, so you need to let me use my power card for today of you to just share about this matter, please?”

“Fine! I love you so much that is why I am letting you use the card.” Liv gave in.

Julie was delighted with this by saying, “YAYYYY! BEST BDAY because of the BEST TEA!” But then suddenly interrupted with her family entering the house with their spare key. This made Liviana laugh so much that Julie’s family can see her almost rolling off the ground literally but thankfully she was able to stop herself. Julie’s family only stayed for like 2 hours since they also have some stuff already planned.

Once they left, Liv and Julie cleaned a little bit and wash the little number of dishes. Just right after they finished, Anne already arrived, and this made Julie happier since Liv can share the tea to the both of them at the same time. Liv’s narration went like this:

“Well, I was taking a nap since I was really exhausted with the baking and decorating so I really do hope you guys will love and like it. So, while napping I can feel that something is different, and I can see him staring at me adoringly? I guess, it was really weird because I felt something. It also feels like an eternity and still his position being on top of me didn’t change and remind you that the seat was declined so it was really awkward and I can also see his change in demeanour of somewhat being manly like more than so he normally is and he also gulped that really sent shivers to my spine. Just overall – WEIRD.”

Julie and Anne just looked at each other because they have the same idea. So Julie slowly proposed their idea, “Liviana, don’t you think it is time to consider that he is not gay? As we both can already sense with the vibes whenever the two of you are in a room, you guys act like high schoolers interacting with their first love like that is literally the aura the two of accentuates.”

Anne added, “Also this is nothing like the chemistry thingy back when we tried to ship you with someone in junior high instead this thingy right now is something that everyone can call sincere and genuine.”

Liv was really quiet with the insights her friends are telling her but all she managed to reply is a joke, “Okay guys, you two could really write a million-seller fiction right now.”

Anne just retorted as she and Julie are already used to their friend always being in denial which is the total hundred percent reason why she still never had any boyfriend, “Whatever Liv, just don’t tell us we didn’t inform you. I know that you know that there is a possibility with what Julie and I are saying. So please, don’t resist it anymore because you also need to find a partner too at some point.”

“Wow, our youngest just scolded me. Yes Ms. Annie, will do. So can we now finally celebrate Julie’s birthday?” Liv asked warily.

“YAYY!” The two girls exclaimed, and Julie shouted, “Movies and cupcakes!”

“Speaking of cupcakes, where did you put the cupcakes, I gave you Anne?” Liv asked.

Anne replied, “I have the half of them in my house and left some to my mother’s because you know how much she loves your cooking and baking!”

Liv responded, “Yes of course, I am glad she still does.” She asked, “Julie, what movie do you want?”

“Ugh please, let’s not do that, we will spend like an hour just looking for a movie, guys just pick a number up to 10.”

“Three!” Liv exclaimed.

“Five!” Anne yelled.

“Okay the Liv, just choose the eighth one while pressing the arrow down keys in the remote control.”

“We got, Force of Nature, a 2020 film. Is that okay?” Liv asked as she manages the TV.

“Yup!” Julie replied while she takes the cupcakes to a plate and placed the cake in her refrigerator.

“Sounds great!” Anne responded as she handled the flavoured drinks. They all agreed to get drunk once they arrived at the hotel.

After the movie, the cupcakes also ended. So they cleaned up and prepared their things for the second party in the hotel.

Re-blog for part four!

Lemme know what you think…

#2pm #2pm imagines #lee junho #lee dahee #ceo #kpop headers #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kdrama #kpop industry #original fiction

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kayfabekelpie · 2 years

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Okay I'm posting this before I change anything else because I'm not going to be happy with it if I do. You ever have a character you can write ABOUT with some confidence but don't know how to write FOR? Anyway, for no related reason, I'm gonna go fight a skeletwink brb

2k word rambling thoughts on TMAEW No Fear Darby and what it means to fall. Darpunk. @sybilius @electricshoop

As always I'm playing fast loose and feral with canon vs fanon vs my own interpretations so here's an outline of what inspired all of this/the thoughts I was trying to work out/my base assumptions wrt How Things Work:

Avatars can chuck people into their realms at any time for any reason with or without consent (I'm 89% sure that this is true in the actual pod but I can't remember for sure/what the specifics were)

People touched by an entity who have had their fear removed can experience everything about those realms except the fact that they're supposed to be scared (I think this is confirmed by Georgie but I'm not For Sure)

Avatars of the Eye can see all parts of someone's thoughts/mindscape, not just their fears (again I feel like I remember this from the pod but that may just be fanon/porn handwaving that I'm confusing for canon and tbqh if I'm wrong on this I don't wanna be right. Mostly for porn reasons)

When Darby takes Punk to the "nothing" it's basically Punk Eyeing himself into Darby's head and then Darby trying to feel fear and he can't!! There's nothing!! What's that like because I'd like to know!! I am living through the year 2021 and scared of everything!!

Darby is functionally using lucid dreaming techniques to put himself in a nightmare scenario for fun and we love that for him

Avatars cease to be human after a while. (Also canon but not sure on the Mechanics of it all and what being not human even means)

I don't know if the green eyes thing was strictly MAG because [spoilers] or if it's an inherent aspect of the Eye but I'm here choosing that it's an Eye thing (there's something there wrt green eyes and envy and being able to see into other peoples' heads/the Eye's whole observation without participation thing but that's a thought for another time) (idek if green eyes was canon or another bit of fanon that we've all just Accepted but if I saw a fanart of Jonathan Sims The Archivist without green eyes I'd be hard pressed to figure out who he was)

I have a lot of Thoughts on whether the wand chooses the wizard on how someone is drawn to/adopted as a fear avatar but I'm working through them. Starting to figure it out was part of the driving force of this. I also kind of reference the start of a related Thought with the bit about Hangman. Tldr: 75% of Virginia is fucking EMPTY I have lived here for [REDACTED] years and I can confirm that there are places you can go here where you can be ALONE. Except for cows. Hashtag cowboy shit.

I went to a funeral one time where the speaker started the whole shindig off by saying "death is impolite" and I think I took that to heart. It definitely fuels the way Darby sees the End, at the very least. That's a Thought for another day.

Also one time I had the Tower pulled during a reading about how someone important was going to perceive me and now I'm Defensive about the card and that has possibly Affected My Perception, but I wrote the bit about the tarot card reading and then the rest of this fell out.

He was told, once - some friend with a cheap tarot deck playing at mind reader - that the Tower is bad news. That it's change, it's alteration, a fall from grace. It's upheaval, a lightning strike - Lichtenberg figures branching through veins and burning from the inside out. It's supposed to be scary. When she pulled it from the deck, she'd waggled her fingers with a grin and an exaggerated wooooooo and pronounced him cursed.

Maybe he is. Maybe that memory, the first confirmation that there's something wrong with him and other people can sense it, that it's inherent enough for the random shuffle of cards to predict, is why when he's introduced to the Vast, to the potential to fall, something clicks. The threat of feeling. The confirmation that there's nothing inside of him.

He isn't sure who first showed it to him - they all like to test him, whether or not he's lying about his fear being erased, whether or not it really was taken from him, cut off by an entity that claims a genteel nature and a sublime hand, who decided he was too young for that amount of fear and reached inside of him and touched -

Well. Someone showed him the Vast at some point - he coffin dropped during practice and then just kept falling and falling and falling. He wonders how long they all stood there waiting for him to surface, to come up kicking and screaming and panicking before they started panicking themselves when he just...didn't. Who pulled him out of the illusion, and who freaked out when he told them to put him back? He can't remember, that part didn't matter as much as the buzz in his head and the desire to fall again.

He figures out how to replicate it himself, build up the fantasy of the feelings, of the wind and the rush and weightless free fall. He crafts each aspect until there's a whole scene, a purpose, rather than just the feeling where terror should be. A tower - because despite what the Rider-Waite says, change doesn't have to be bad, stagnation seems just as horrifying - some old medieval fortress lost to time and built of stone that's trying to fall back to the earth miles upon miles upon eons below. He stands on the edge of a crumbling parapet and stares down and down and down, at the earth far enough below that the trees and grass and dirt blend together into an indistinct mess of color without shape or form. There is no lurch in his stomach, no tremble in his hands or heartbeat, just a surety that if he jumps, he will fall. Maybe he'll land. Maybe he won't. Neither option catches his breath in his lungs. He doesn't fear pain, or death, or an eternity of weightless anticipation. He doesn't fear anything. But here, on the edge, it's the closest he comes to it, to understanding what makes them all tick, why they all simper and scheme to their chosen entity.

No one else understands him, though. Some pretend to, but most just can't muster how he can feel nothing. He tries for Sting, and Sting tries for him, offers to put him underground and Bury him. Darby agrees, finds himself under miles of earth and rock, lying prone in the dark and with the weight of everything that's ever been crushing down on top of him. He feels nothing, but he does get a spectacular nap out of it - turns out dirt is the best weighted blanket. When he tells Sting, his mentor looks the worst combination of surprised and disappointed but pats him on the shoulder anyway.

He tries others, too. Malakai's darkness is pressing in a way that isn't the Buried and isn't anything else. It's as close to nothing as any of them get, and there's a quiet understanding that passes between them. The Bucks like to lock him in a maze and try to taunt a response out of him by changing the walls and the colors and the layout, making fractals dance in front of his eyes to distract him, but he just takes a stroll until they get bored and release him.

(The only thing that even slightly affects him is the Lonely. He's not sure if Hangman even means to do it, but one second they're in an elevator together at some hotel and the next they're not. He's alone. There's trees all around him, but they thin out to his left, and there's empty, rolling fields of green, blue skies and fluffy clouds, and complete and total silence. Page pulls him out after only a few moments that seem to take an eternity, rushes an apology past him and hustles out of the elevator. The experience leaves Darby - not scared, because he's not capable of that, but unsettled. The one time Kenny had dropped him into a Lonely fog with a quirk of his lips and a blink, it hadn't been...that. it hadn't been empty. Just lonely. He doesn't talk to Page much anymore.)

The tower is his favorite, his haven. It's where he ends up most nights, most times when he needs to silence his thoughts or focus or just be. Sometimes he jumps and falls and falls and falls until he surfaces back in the waking world. Sometimes he waits for sleeplessness to tip him over the edge, for the fun of the surprise when it happens. Sometimes he just sits on the edge, feet kicking into the empty air, and drifts. The wind is so loud that everything else seems easier to deal with.

The first time Punk comes into his head, Darby's just considering whether falling sounds nicer than hoping for anticipation to happen to him when someone grabs the back of his shirt and yanks him away from the edge, pulls him against a warm body, a voice shouting panicked in his ear. It takes him a second to recognize Punk.

"What the fuck," he says.

"What the fuck!" Punk responds, and then he's gone.

Darby jumps instead of thinking about it, about how Punk's hand felt like a brand on his wrist, his arm a shackle around his waist, how both felt like security. He falls until he wakes up, and avoids Punk's concern until he finally corners Darby in catering.

"I thought you didn't feel Fear," he almost accuses.

"Wouldn't you know if I did?" Darby definitely accuses right back, and Punk shoves him away.

He comes back eventually, days later. "Explain," he says from behind sleepless eyes, and Darby tries - when you don't have fear, you can choose what nightmares to try to give yourself - but he's never been good with words. He tries to show Punk, with Sting's dirt nap (Punk thrashes and screams and claws at the earth above him to try to get room to expand his chest, even when Darby tries to remind him that he doesn't have to breathe) and then with the dark finality of Terminus that even now he can fall into without much effort, that it in fact sometimes takes effort not to fall into, a haunting he can't escape from even if he isn't scared. That goes over even worse, and Punk isn't himself for a few days after. Darby forgets not everyone can look death in the eye without flinching. (He also worries a little that, maybe, it wasn't the End that put Punk off, but seeing the reason Darby calls himself half-dead, the entity that took a kid's fright and made it into another empty space inside of him. Maybe that was too personal. Darby's never been a good judge of these things.)

After that, he just gives Punk the empty void he feels naturally when he tries to summon a fear. Quiet. Stillness. Punk says it's relaxing, after everything else, everyone else, to peer into someone's deepest places and find nothing. He lays his head in Darby's lap or pulls Darby into him and it's easy. It's easy to fall into him, different from falling from his tower. This makes his heart beat in a way that the disinterest in impact never could and never will. There's no fear. But there's something else.

One night, he tries to add to the nothing. Emptiness, as always, but the sensation of falling. A hand in his. Falling together. He thinks Punk finally starts to get it.

When he wakes up, Punk's not breathing, and his heart is still. It's the closest to fear Darby has felt since the crash, since someone who was not EMS but who pretended to be looked him in the eye and cut him off, until Punk's eyes open and he comes to life. Not dead, just...other. He lies when Punk asks about it, or tells the half truth he understands, but keeps him close and keeps a hand - a brand, a shackle - around the other man's wrist so he can feel the thunder of his pulse.

It jumps when Darby touches him, smiles at him, and it kicks up double time when they kiss. If kissing is what keeps Punk's heart beating, keeps him that little bit human and that little bit away from the Eye, that little bit Darby's, then Darby is happy to kiss him.

He's also just… happy to kiss him.

He takes Punk to the tower again, eventually, but Punk won't jump. Darby does, watching Punk watch him, fading into the distance as he falls and falls and falls, but no matter how long he drops, what velocity he reaches, Punk is still the same distance away, perched on his hands and knees so the wind won't buffet him down too. Darby closes his eyes and thinks of the crumbling stone edge of the tower, and he's there, he's still. Punk startles and swears, and Darby smirks at him.

"You fell," Punk says.

"I fell," Darby confirms. Then, with a smirk, "So did you."

Punk rolls his eyes and pretends to sock him in the stomach. Darby sells it, pretends to stumble back, miscalculates the distance and -

Punk jumps after him before Darby can register that he's gone over the edge, before he can remind him that he's not actually falling, that this is all in his head and, by extension, Punk's head too. It's feeling, sensation, illusion - a dream - but he realizes in that moment that for Punk, it's real. That the detached fascination Darby feels for all of this is true terror for Punk. He reaches up for Punk's grasping hands, twines their fingers and pulls them together, chest to chest and cheek to cheek. They hit the ground at the foot of the tower with enough force to jar his teeth in his skull, and lay there as the dust settles around them. Punk is a shivering weight on top of him, so Darby has to bring them out, back to the hotel room, to the scratchy blanket and the give of the mattress, to things that are real to both of them. He holds Punk and wishes, for the first time, that he had even a little bit of the Eye's power, that he could understand how it works, so he could reach into Punk's head and find a way to reassure him. He settles for keeping the man in his arms until he stops shaking, and brings him a Pepsi from the vending machine to make him laugh.

He doesn't mention the green in Punk's eyes

He doesn't mention the heart that doesn't beat even when Darby climbs into his lap and yanks his boxers down.

He just closes his eyes and lets nothing drape around them both.

He doesn't go back to the tower again.

#tma aew crossover #darpunk #darby allin drabble #cm punk drabble

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karaboutmyart · 3 years

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drops my lord fly headcanons on you all at once....... I'm 98% sure I forgot someone, so I'll just add to this list later. meanwhile, enjoy :)

ralph

- when he's angry or excited, his voice gradually speeds up until you can't even understand him anymore

- "wanna see me climb that tree really fast, do a flip off of it, swing from a branch, and land on the ground on my feet? okay then close your eyes."

- talks in his sleep. usually small mumbles, but when its intense, it could be full on yelling.

- adhd

- abandonment issues

- has a dark and self-deprecating sense of humor

- can be very sarcastic

- he's surrounded by idiots

- pyromaniac

- doesn't like to cuss, but does so when he feels it is necessary

- sensitive nose and hearing

- not straight. denies it tho

jack

- perfectionist. has very serious OCD

- the rich kid

- takes his problems out on other people, especially those who seem like a lower class

- also has some family issues. both parents are high-class. his father has very bad anger issues

- sarcastic, but only when in a bad mood

- he is very protective of the choir tho and cares about them immensely

- picky about food

- cusses a lot, but not around his family

- absolute beaut when it comes to singing

- very loud when talking. you could probably hear him on the other end of the hall. "oh, boy, here comes Jack Merridew and his choir."

- acts like he doesn't care. he probably does

- looks like he could kill you. doesn't have the guts to

- biromantic :)

simon

- absolutely loves animals

- also likes plants too

- gets distracted very easily

- loves to share

- a very good listener

- his favorite season is the springtime. he loves the colors and the weather, and the bees that come out during that time.

- has some family issues back at home

- the smartest out of the choir boys

- despite this, he says a lot of things that make no sense whatsoever and then never elaborates on it

- "walking into choir practice and seeing the stupidity there is like waking up to pancakes and orange juice! :)"

- best friends with roger, maurice, and robert

- diagnosed with vasovagal syncope (in which there are periods where his heart rate or blood pressure will suddenly drop. the reason why he faints a lot. usually happens under overwhelming situations)

piggy

- infodumper. usually infodumps about candy and the history and the choice of colors for the wrappers

- sit down with piggy and he'll probably immediately spitball fun facts to you

- gets embarrassed easily

- a boy scout

- mumbles a lot. talks to himself.

- has serious anxiety. this typically triggers his asthma

- smarter than everyone. like ralph, he, too, is surrounded by idiots

- big sweet tooth.

- very clumsy

- lost his father to the war. his mother left after that, afraid she wouldn't be able to take care of him.

- tries to look aggressive. fails immediately.

- short short short short s

roger

- a bully, this one is

- currently going through his emo phase

- you'd think his parents would like morticia and gomez addams from the addams family, but they're actually really happy and bright people

- also has two little sisters (they're twins)

- he never talks about his family

- collects rocks and crystals

- the only living things he can tolerate are snails and simon.

- quiet. only talks when he needs to talk

- very interested in the history of dead people

- looks up to Jack for his confidence. follows him around, usually

- (in a strained voice) "Death makes worms of us all."

- G notes everyone

- joined the choir because his father encouraged it. actually ended up really enjoying it, and he can sing very well

samneric

- very, very close to each other. they can definitely sense when one or the other is in pain or in danger

- argues about who is older and who is taller

- sam is definitely the smarter, gentler of the two, while eric is more on the rebellious side

- they stick together as much as possible

- made nametags on the island because I said so.

- but they like to confuse people and switch their nametags sometimes

- "wow, it's very nice to be in your shoes, sam. but I'm afraid we're going to have to switch our names back because I think ralph is going to throw himself off the mountain if we keep this up."

- they both smile a lot. it can be kinda creepy sometimes.

- definitely finish each other's sentences, but only when they can actually sense that it needs to be done.

- sam is a dog person, eric is a cat person

- sam has more anxiety than eric does, probably because eric is always putting himself in danger and sam doesn't know what he would do without Eric.

maurice

- nonbinary (he/they/xe)

- gnc af

- neurodivergent

- had long hair before the island, and got it cut before the plane ride. it got long again, tho.

- usually follows roger and Jack around

- talks really fast. usually hard to keep up with him, but he'll slow down once you ask him to.

- super clingy

- gets flustered when someone tries to hold his hand, tho

- the class clown. but somedays he's also calmer and quiet

- roger likes the calmer maurice better

- sometimes joins roger in the bullying, but stops when it gets to be too much

- very good at singing, but can sometimes have trouble staying in time

- collects old postage stamps

- has the personality of a puppy.

- "brb guys! I have to go pee with excitement!"

- "CHRIST MAURICE STOP SAYING THAT"

bill

- also gnc. he's just so casual with his outfits that sometimes he'll wear skirts and dresses and things

- more on the calm, collected side. but can be chaotic when in the mood :)

- "blimey, robert! look at that goose over there!"

- mimicks animal noises

- cusses a lot. but does it so calmly and smoothly that it sounds natural

- mama's boy

- he and robert are usually seen sitting in the back, talking with each other.

- claims he's been in the war. he hasn't.

- percival's older brother

- "its days like these when I just don't give a fuck."

- blind in one eye

- because he is blind in one eye, his perception of depth sucks.

- he runs into doors and trees and walls a lot.

robert

- has a very broad knowledge of plants

- also very knowledgeable about ants, for some reason

- mom friend

- born in canada. moved to the UK at a very young age

- bestest friends with bill and simon

- gets queasy very easily

- has some anxiety

- self-conscious about his singing voice. that's why he never takes the solos

- "I joined the choir because Bill joined the choir. I didn't think I would have to actually bloody sing in this godforsaken classroom."

- encourages maurice's and roger's antics

- likes his tea and coffee scorching hot

- has a panic attack when they first landed on the island. bill and simon had to calm him down.

- claims he has a disease that's contagious, which is how he gets away from social interaction

#my headcanons #long post #headcanons #headcanon post #lord of the flies #lotf ralph #lotf jack #lotf piggy #lotf simon #lotf samneric #lotf maurice #lotf bill #lotf robert #lotf #rambling

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lunarmessenger · 4 years

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“hey how about some headcanons on the RFA friendships like jaehee and zen, zen and yoosung, yoosung and seven, etc! btw Im so obsessed with your blog

(headcanon request from @whatamystic-mess !!!) oh my god yes i love this??? thank you so much for requesting haha this was so much fun to write (and imagine scenarios they’re all so precious) thank you for enjoying my blog!! i’m glad you like it uwu - luna xx

p.s. i just did the ones you listed because i couldn’t stop writing about those specific pairings haha sorry!! but if you’d like to see other pairings please don’t hesitate to ask!! k here it is ilysm xx

Zen and Jaehee: Everyone Thinks They’re A Couple

• Ya’ll knew I had to do it to em

• 100% they’re the friends that literally everyone is always pressing that they’re a couple in secret

• But they’re genuinely just? really good friends?

• You know that Zen is constantly asking Jaehee to come over to critique his performances to see how he can improve and what his fans are wanting to see next

• Just how Jaehee seeks Zen’s advice on learning how to relax every once and a while and not stress over every little thing (since Jumin literally destroyed her ability to take some time to herself)

• They also fiercely defend each other, and it becomes more prominent after Jaehee leaves her job as Jumin’s assistant (which is why everyone thinks they’re a couple

• “Jumin leave Jaehee alone she left for a reason maybe if you treated her like a human being she wouldn’t have left the way she did”

• “Mr. Ha—Jumin. For the last time, Zen is allergic to cats. He will not be participating in anything cat related for your company.”

• Saeyoung is constantly teasing them about when they’re going to get together which of course makes Jaehee blush and Zen smirk at such a silly thought

• Yes, Zen definitely flirts with her from time to time because he thinks her reaction is the funniest thing

• Truly though they’ve both honestly thought about the idea of dating and realized they’re much better as friends than lovers

• In all seriousness though their bond was established fairly quickly due to having to become severly independent in their childhoods?? Zen ran away because of his mother’s emotional and verbal abuse, where as Jaehee felt very unwanted due to her uncle’s wife’s distain towards her (i will fight both of these women they don’t deserve these two!!)

• They were forced to learn not to depend on anybody and in being friends with each other they’ve taught one another that it’s okay to ask for help and confide in someone every now and then

• (brb crying cause honestly zen and jaehee’s friendship is a lot like my friendship with my best buddy irl T-T)

Zen and Yoosung: Big Brother

• Listen to me LISTEN TO ME.

• BIG BROTHER ZEN

• We all know that Zen would try his absolute hardest to get Yoosung away from his computer and out into the real world

• But not in an unhealthy way where he makes Yoosung feel bad for it???

• Zen understands that LOLOL is Yoosung’s way to cope with his loss for Rika; but he just wants what’s best for him so he’s always urging him to try a little harder in school and leave his dorm once in a while just to get some fresh air

• “I wasn’t always that great in school and I didn’t even finish Yoosung now look at me; barely scraping by in a basement apartment do you really wanna end up like me???”

• “Well yeah Zen at least you have women fawning over you T-T”

• Not the point Yoosung not the point

• Yeah though Yoosung definitely looks up to Zen and cares about him in a very brotherly way; admires him for his endurance and ambition to pursue what he loves no matter how hard he struggles for it

• Also we know that Zen would do everything he could to make Yoosung feel cared for an validated, especially since his own older brother ended up turning his back on him when he needed him the most

• We also know that Yoosung would always ask Zen for advice with women as well as asking him if he wants to hang out every once and a while

• “Hey Zen if you’re not busy do you think maybe we can go hang out or????”

• And we all know Zen would feel the absolute worst denying Yoosung so you bet he makes time to hang out with him :’)

• Their friendship is definitely about benefiting each other as well; Zen teaching Yoosung how to branch out and strengthen his ability to concentrate on what’s important

• While Yoosung, without really knowing it, is teaching Zen that responsibility is important and that having someone looking up to you as a role model is an unexplainable (but amazing) feeling

Yoosung and Saeyoung: The Chaotic Duo

• We all know that Saeyoung can be pretty excessive with his teasing on Yoosung (and how much he enjoys it lol)

• But you bet that when they come together for either gaming or plotting fun schemes against the other members they are seriously dangerous

• Yoosung’s creativity combined with Saeyoung’s resources meant that there was usually a lot of cleaning up to do on both Jumin and V’s ends (sorry guys we all know that Saeyoung automatically reverts in age when around Yoosung)

• Yet when they’re not being silly together Saeyoung is actually extremely protective of Yoosung (and that may stem from what happened with Saeran)

• Whenever there’s a slight hint of hacker activity Yoosung is normally the first person he checks on through his cameras

• And when they went on that mission to mint eye you bet your ass Saeyoung had never felt so shitty in his entire life

• Even now after Yoosung has successfully coped with his eye he still continues to blame himself because “If only I hadn’t of been so careless he would have never gotten hurt”

• Yoosung cares deeply for Saeyoung too; and despite Saeyoung being older Yoosung doesn’t really see him as the big brother type honestly????

• It’s more like an equal in a sense; he knows that Saeyoung surpasses him in almost everything but when it comes down to it the they way they talk to each other when being serious; they hold a lot of respect for one another

• They’re just the type of friends where they’re not afraid to get rowdy with one another but are able to communicate with one another when their lives get rough

#request #ask #mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanon #mystic messenger headcanons #zen #hyun ryu #yoosung #yoosung kim #jaehee #jaehee kang #luciel #luciel choi #saeyoung choi #saeyoung #707 #friendship types #lunarmessenger

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oxtaiiiled · 3 years

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*/ brb i got a branch in my eyes i'M NOT CRYING

#out of oxen ☆ ooc

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boxwinebaddie · 18 days

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How/when does Jersey end up saying I love you?

oooooh! okay, so i was going to write it out ( i am jennifer slowpez so in nina fashion, i am spoiling it, what's new? ) but there is a part after this...if we remember this ask i am obsessed with where raven is diabolically patching jersey up via the tiny child sized hellokitty carebear bandids kyle bought for the kids he works w in the elementary school via that one anons delicious input...genius really.

*raven vc* pero like, so you know, they pull away it's awkward fml. dawg, they are about to *dreamy fit asf rm tolkien posh british vc* have a cheeky little snog like that entire whumpshot...anyways!

( ALRIGHT THIS IS LONG, VERY UNHINGED AND ROUGH SORRY I HOPE YOU SMILE LAUGH AND CRY PENDEJOS <3 )

kyle notices that the vinyl record player is playing their sadie hawkins first dance song ( idk what song it is but its an abba song because thats gay rights baby! its probably my love, my life or andante andante...branch in my eyes ) and theres a bowl of skittles, but only the red ones are in it...because stan still eats around the red ones bc only kyle can have the red ones....brb crying!

yadda yadda yadda. and i think on the tv, the screen is paused over a brand new episode of say yes to the dress ( if we recall, before i deleted chapter six...which was a disaster but also a masterpiece rip, ravenstan was being so boyfail cute in it in his armani suit and was rizzing the hell out of kyle with his crunchy boy knowledge of plants...when stan came over for their #hate fashionably late, kyle was stress-watching say yes to the dress...which is his favorite show because he claims to be allergic to romance, but secretly thinks its really beautiful that people can fall and love and get married...AAA )

but anyways, when they start dating say yes to the dress ( shoutout to when ravenstan forgot what it was called bc adhd and called it Are You Down With The Gown ) became their show and kyle very quietly is like "were you going to watch it?" and stan getting nervous, trying to deflect because they always watch it together is like uhuhuhHhHh and kyle, sad laugh shaking his head is like "baby" *yersey swearing* "dude...baby dude...my guy...just guy, fuck, you know you can watch it without me. we're not...Together. *hurts worse than his ribs* you don't have to wait for me." and stan is like "i-i know. i was going to...i-i Wanted to! i just--i couldn't. i couldn't watch all the people in...."

Love :(

he doesn't say it. but jersey kyle can FEEL it.

he winces. hard.

he wants to fucking die...he wants to say something but he's so stupid and he ruined ravenstan's life, words fail him but STAN!!! grabs his hand and is like "-because! because i knew it would make me miss you. and fuck it. FUCK EVERYTHING KYLE I FUCKING MISS YOU!!!! i miss you and i LOVE you and i don't--i don't care if you can't say it back! i don't have to wait for you, but i WILL! i want to! i'll--i'll wait forever! YOURE MY FOREVER. people tell me they love me everyday, but with you--i can feel it. I. Just. Know. and that's enough! you're enough. YOURE ENOUGH, KYLE BROFLOVSKI. just the way you are. and i'm sorry...i'm sorry i pushed you and tried to change you. i was just, i was insecure about it i guess--and--and--"

cue kyle smiling like an idiot ( the rare kyle smile ) like "...stan?"

ft. stan still yapping smh like "oh my god, i miss you SO much! curb only got into the trash because you weren't here to remind me. and i had pasta from this five star restaurant the other day and oh my god, ky. it was TRASH! yours is so much better! and-and i think i broke the washing machine earlier, oh my god, it sounded like an explosion, i can't find anything, i--"

kyle...literally still trying to get stans attention smh going

"stan? hey? stan???? Stan???"

stans still yapping btw ( oh my god when he is passionate the man never shuts the hell up hes like rambling himself into a corner ) like "and theres this new exhibit in the aquarium and theres this huge red fish in it and i wanted to send it to you and be like 'this you' but were fighting and I HATE FIGHTING WITH YOU. can we stop fighting? :< i miss you. will you please come home? curb misses you, i miss you, i--"

*jersey vc* STANLEY MARSH!

*stan doing the wide flustered doe eye thing with the lip ring lip bite combo that makes kyle like actually criminally insane with love feels*

speaking of...

he leeeeeeeeeeeeeeans in...

gently grasps ravenstan's face

KISSES THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SHIT OUT OF HIM.

and says

and i quote...

"Te amo." <3

AAAAAAAAAA AND THE CROWD GOES WIIIIIIILD :')

-uncle nina, gratuitous undivorcer of ravesey style

#i'll edit the tags in a second #but is everyone happy #theyre in love again #i promise #*impastor craig vc* by the power vested in me i now pronounce my beautiful gay sons that i tortured for half a year #Undivorced ;-; <3 #I CAAAAAAAAAANT BELIEVE IT #no one get used to it im still gonna have them do miserable break up things and create drama dont worry about THAT #BUT I CANT BELIEVE JERSEY KYLE SAID I LOVE YOU #I AM SO PROUD WOW THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL #now i can write the jersey kyle Can say i love u meme #( which is my favorite ask meme its so funny ily robot kyle )#he is like...i have so many feelings...i am excited? frightened? ex...frightened?#I CANT BELIEVE JERSEY KYLE SAID TEEEE AMO #SMILE PENDEJO NATION WE ARE SOOOOO BACK!#is anyone else crying or is it just me is it just jersey and raven and me and curb and the entire internet #UR WELCOME! YOU ARE ALL NO LONGER CHILDREN OF DIVORCE! TIME TO REJOOOOOOOOOOOICE YALL #*passes out The I Survived The 2024 Ravesey Divorce And All I Got Was This Stupid Teeshirt stupid teeshirts*#my sons in love my sons in AMOR bitch!!!!!!#that rizz was crazy also this was too happy so pls note they quite licherally almost smashed but kyles bones are broken #NOT THE ONE THAT MATTERS THO but he did still get stanbanned by sexy nurse raven lamE #*teri vc* at least he'd die doing what he loves...LITERALLY!!!#i admire his dedication like i too would risk it all to get risque and frisque with ravenstan but no they just #watched say yes to the dress and fell asleep on the couch #The End <3 #everybody chant NINA!!! NINA!!!! NINAAAAAAA!!!

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mylittlepartofthegalaxy · 4 years

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The true end of an era. Brb...I gotta get this twig( branch, tree, whole ass coffin) outta my eye. Thank you Taker. 🖤💜🖤💜🪦⚱️⚰️

#wwe raw #wwe smackdown #undertaker

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bigskydreaming · 4 years

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Batkids’ Viewing Habits Headcanons:

Dick: Foreign films and shows. One thing Dick really dislikes about being rooted in one place and culture after coming to live with Bruce is the sameness of Hollywood entertainment. From a young age, he was exposed to the entertainment of dozens of diverse cultures and cinematic landscapes, and he’d much rather sit down to marathon films from China, Eastern Europe and Brazil back to back than just a string of Disney movies. He does tend to prefer things like romantic comedies and low-stakes dramas that let him unwind from the pressures of actual high-stakes, end-of-the-world type missions, and he has a particular fondness for Bollywood.

The best gifts for him are old DVDs of C-list movies that never even got uploaded to American territories and that his friends and family pick up from wherever around the world they travel, because he insists the best stuff are the movies and shows that never get picked up by the American markets. When they were teenagers, Garth once gifted him with recordings of famous Atlantean plays and became the gift to beat.

To which Bruce gritted his teeth, intoned “Challenge accepted,” and sucked it up and paid Hal Jordan to pick up the equivalent of box-sets from various alien cultures he came into contact with.

Jason: High octane thrillers and action blockbusters....but not for the reasons people tend to assume. He watches them because he gets a kick out of critiquing them the way lawyers and doctors complain about the inaccuracies of legal and medical procedurals.

Watching Jason’s choice of movies or shows is basically sitting down to a running commentary about how that explosion is all wrong for that particular payload, how the actors aren’t compensating for the recoil of their guns, and scoffing at the choice of counter-strike in a choreographed fight scene when a jujitsu move would clearly have been the better option. He once paused a movie to spend two minutes making the sounds that should have accompanied the gunfire from a particular assault weapon, as opposed to what sounds it made in scene.

Jason’s a big believer in the axiom “If you’re going to do something, do it right, dammit.”

His siblings are big believers in the axiom: “Oh my god, shut up and turn the movie back on.”

Cass: Anything animated. She hates live action. Its all equally boring and pointless to her, because barely any actors are capable of marrying their acting choices to the minutiae of their body language, making it all but impossible for her to suspend her disbelief when watching them. They tend to telegraph their real emotions to her eyes more often than they do their actual acting choices.

So she’d much rather plop down in front of Saturday morning cartoons, animated films, Bob’s Burgers or various other animated shows, where she can just immerse herself in the shenanigans of cartoon figures that are as two-dimensional to her as anyone else.

She hates most CGI though, just on principle. What was wrong with basic animation, she wants to know.

Tim: Soap operas. The more ridiculous the better. He used to watch them with his various nannies when he was younger, and as he grew up - and became increasingly entrenched in the bizarre and weird world of superheroics - his fondness for them only grew, because its basically the only form of entertainment that’s consistently more out there than his actual life.

Stephanie tried to hook him on reality TV like “The Real Housewives of Gotham” but that was a non-starter. Its not the same, he insists, like the day-time television purist that he is.

When Jason eventually reconciled with the family and was trying to figure out how to awkwardly apologize and/or make it up to Tim for the whole “so about the time I almost killed you, that was my bad” thing, Dick advised him that the quickest way into Tim’s good graces would be if he gave Tim free reign to come up with a way to resurrect him in the public eye. Tim’s eyes literally glazed over when Jason told him this, followed by: “Brb, I have to go...research.”

What followed was a week-long binge of every soap opera resurrection while he took detailed notes complete with spreadsheets and flowcharts before he somewhat manically presented the rest of the family with no less than a dozen proposals for explaining away the presumed death, mysterious disappearance, and ultimate return of one Jason Todd-Wayne.

Damian: Documentaries. Initially nature documentaries, with an emphasis on wildlife, he likes to zone out in front of them, occasionally drawing or sketching based on his viewing choices, but always with a ready claim of “Some of us choose to use the television to expand our minds instead of rotting them,” whenever someone walks in on him and muses that perhaps he really just likes watching cute little seal pups flopping around on the ice.

Eventually he branched out into documentaries of all kinds, and lately he’s been on a “How Things Work” viewing kick. Which has in turn expanded into....him trying to apply his newly acquired knowledge in various ways.

Just last week, Tim wandered down to the kitchen to get something to drink and found Damian hard at work on the plumbing under the sink, wearing a spare utility belt that had been haphazardly modified into a kind of handyman’s tool belt.

“Wha-,” Tim had said.

Damian’s eyes had squinted dangerously and done all his talking for him.

Being the brainiac that he is, Tim had then decided discretion was the better part of valor and slowly backed out of the kitchen without another word, hands raised in surrender. He was mildly vindicated later when Bruce arrived home to find the kitchen half-flooded and Damian still at work under the sink cursing about shoddy instructions.

“Did you break the sink just so you’d have something to fix?” Bruce demanded, pinching the bridge of his nose to fight back a progeny-induced migraine.

Damian threw his arms up in exasperation, still sopping wet. “Well I wasn’t going to just wait for something to break on its own! How inefficient would that be?”

Stephanie: Nobody actually knows. She takes eclectic to an entirely new level, and claims she’s not about to allow her entertainment choices to be used against her by adding to the psychological profiles she’s convinced all of the rest of them have of her. Whether she seriously believes this or is just in it for the drama....again, who can say.

“Nobody’s getting any free real estate in my brain, no sirree!”

Tim, Dick, and assorted others have tried over and over to express “None of us care that much, you can stop treating ‘What do you want to watch’ like a CIA interrogation,’” but she just snorts oh so elegantly and sneers down her nose at them.

“A likely story, Bat-brats!”

“Steph, you’re a Bat-brat too,” Tim tries explaining patiently.

“Only by association.”

“You’re literally Batgirl.”

Anyway, the long and short of it is when its Steph’s turn to pick what movie or TV show is watched in the den, her choices range from reality TV from obscure black and white films from the 50s to Japanese re-tellings of Shakespearean plays. They’re all at least a little convinced that half of the things she picks she hates as much as the rest of them do, and she’s just silently suffering through them to make some point that’s incomprehensible to anyone but her.

Duke: Anything that can be spoiled. See, Duke has a vindictive side, and an epic ability to hold a grudge. After his first few weeks living at the Manor had revealed unto him that everyone else in this weirdo family had a bad habit of deducing the ending to anything as soon as possible and spoiling it for everyone else because apparently everything in this household has to be a competition, Duke’s further exploration of his powers eventually revealed that here at least, he has the ultimate edge. In time, he figured out how his ghost-vision can be used to literally watch what’s on the TV a minute or so ahead of everyone else.....and he is merciless in exploiting this.

To the extent that many of the others just flat out refuse to watch any kind of game or contest or mystery with him, period.....but Duke is a Bat, after all, and not so easily thwarted.

This eventually snowballed into him 'practicing his stealth techniques’ in the den, family room and other assorted places where the family tended to congregate around a TV.....whereupon he’d leap out of hiding at a crucial moment in the show, yell “Spoil Bomb!” and hastily shout out the spoiler while they were all still cursing and swearing about being caught off guard.

“You were supposed to be the normal one,” Bruce said to him, somewhat mournfully. Duke just shrugged.

“That sounds like a you problem, old man.”

Then he ran off cackling while Stephanie chased after him shouting about trademark infringement.

“You just had to give him a suit that can make him invisible,” Jason commented in a superficially neutral tone that was actually anything but.

Bruce sighed. “Jason -”

“I’m just saying, you never gave me a suit that can turn invisible.”

“You’re never just saying.”

“Oh, so now you’re calling me a liar, too? Nice, B. Thanks a lot.”

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swiftful-thinking13 · 5 years

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DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW GOOD IT MUST FEEL FOR HER TO READ THESE REVIEWS ABOUT THE FIRST ALBUM SHE ACTUALLY OWNS BRB I HAVE A BRANCH IN MY EYE

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i-m-snek · 5 years

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Body language of different species of snake

I got a request to help educate new people on snake body language. This is, admittedly, something that is incredibly difficult for me personally to describe. A lot of it is not only in the positioning of the snake itself, but the quick movements and other small details that are hard to describe and capture in picture. However I will do my best to describe each species I keep’s body language and what each position means. One thing however, don’t read this and immediately think “Well I know body language now, so I can go handle any snake!”. While body language is a good starting point, you ALWAYS want to learn the specific personality of individual animals. This is not the end-all-be-all of body language, it is just a beginning step. With that in mind, let’s get this started!

We will start with the most popular species, ball pythons. They are easy to read 90% of the time and you’ll be able to tell how they are feeling. We will start with a relaxed pose

This is a relaxed basking pose. The animal will be curious if you touch it, but will likely not bite or hiss.

This is actually a curious pose. Yes her neck is in a slight S position, however its because she is checking out her surroundings. Look at the mouth, if you do not see an O shape at the opening, its curious.

Uncomfortable, “please don’t touch me” pose. Hidden face in coils, wrapped tightly around self. If touched will likely push your hand away and hiss. Do not ignore these signs, if you handle an animal in a mood like this its more likely to trust you less in the future because you did not respect its boundaries.

Mildly annoyed/nervous. This will often happen on accident, the animal will hide its face and hold completely still. During this time you want to leave the animal alone to become comfortable again. Once it is comfortable again its best to put it back in the enclosure.

(Photo of @wheremyscalesslither‘s Tauriel) This is a BACK OFF I WILL BITE pose. Notice the open mouth, S position with a good amount of the upper body off the ground? That means leave the snake alone or it will bite.

Thats about all for ball pythons, lets move on to corn snakes

Corn snakes have less to learn. They essentially have two positions that need to be learned. The first is relaxed

(ignore the substrate, it was a picture from upwards of five years ago) for corn snakes, stretched out or coiled up, as long as the snake is low to the ground and the tail isn’t moving, its relaxed and good to pick up.

(picture from Smithsonian national zoo) Defensive, I will bite, do not pick up! The snake will be up in the air, head flattened, S position to the max, and often times will rattle their tail. This is obviously an agitated animal, do not mess with. (On another note, sometimes a snake will tail rattle at you with no other sign of agitation. It’s better to leave them be). Part of the reason I love to recommend corns as beginner snakes is because their body language is very open and obvious. That body language translates over to kingsnakes as well

One thing kings will do different, you will smell. Kingsnakes are muskers. If you ignore their body language and pick them up, they will wipe disgusting smelling pee-ish substance called musk all over you. Its gross.

Next up, brazillian rainbow boas. These guys are incredibly difficult to read, at least for me. They often seem to ‘bite out of nowhere’ (its not actually out of no where) and its hard to pick up on how they are feeling. Its also hard to capture in pictures.

A lot of BRBs indicators are in the motions they do. Moving quickly, low to the ground, and attempting to tunnel means they are stressed. While they can be picked up, they should be left alone. Stretched out, moving slowly, and short tongue flicks mean a relaxed snake.

Whites of the eyes showing and slow tongue flicks. Snake is uncomfortable, and could be pushed to bite. If the snake completely freezes and angles the head up, along with looooong sloooow tongue flicks, you are likely to get bitten. Hold completely still until the snake loses interest and begins moving again. Put back in enclosure asap. Once you learn the tells of these guys it gets much easier to figure out if they are going to bite, as when they bite they do not rear back or give any other obvious indicators except for the ones I mention above.

(I am skipping hognoses, I have only owned Kirby for a few months and I am still learning his specific language myself)

Last, and the most difficult, will be scrub pythons. These animals are incredibly intelligent, and aren’t afraid to show when they are upset. As a species they have a tendency to be cage defensive, and well, bitey in general. However this is a species that once trust is earned, it becomes much easier to read the animal. Lets begin with a relaxed scrubby

Scrub pythons are a semi aboreal animal, and are often happier in the trees than on the ground. A relaxed scrub python will be coiled up on a branch or on the ground, with the head comfortably perched in the coils. Do not immediately grab them, as they are bird hunters and often wake up hungry and striking. Gently touch the animal with an item to wake them, then attempt to pick them up. Make sure hands are clean of any prey item scent, as with all species but especially these ones.

Curious. A curious scrub python will be perched loosely, with the head outstretched towards whatever it can reach. This is the safest they can be as they are awake, alert, aware of their surroundings and relaxed. They will rear back a little when something moves, but as long as they don’t quickly move forward they are still comfortable.

(photo from underground reptiles.)

The ‘i will bite you’ position. Reared up, pulled back, and neck in an immediate S shape. This is a biting position. Leave the snake be.

Calm and relaxed. While the neck is in the S position, the animal is not reared up. The tongue will be flicking every once and a while, and the animal may turn its head suddenly to look at movement.

Alert. The snake will be lurching forward, either in an s position or straight forward. Your next actions dictate whether the snake goes into feeding mode, bite mode, or relaxed mode. No two animals are the same on what makes them go into each mode, so you want to learn the individual animals. And thats about it! Those are just the bare basics of each animal, there are MANY other things they can and will do to communicate with you. Small noises here and there, tail movements, head movements, etc but those are very difficult to explain. You can use this guide as a starting point, but please do not use it as an end all be all of species body language. As I said, each animal is different and honestly some may not even stick to these specific basics. This is just a fairly good starting point for those just starting to learn.

#animal behavior #snake #snakes #snake body language

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whats-the-story-tc · 4 years

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13th of March, 2020

"The One with V's Sister"

[REALLY LONG ONE. I got her back for a day, you best believe I'm savouring every single goddamn second.]

Shenanigans below the cut:

Another day, another ponytail. :-)

I dreamt with her again the night before. We were at this school event and I introduced her to my Dad. As they shook hands, Dad was wondering where he'd heard her name, then asked me if she was the one I always kept talking about. V just chuckled and said that I am her best student, but I never tell her stuff like that. Dream-me was probably blushing profusely.

Right. So. Morning. Bandana Friend and I were at the secretary's office to ask for something and lo and behold, there's V in her usual seat turned towards the door, hands glued to her phone, hair pulled back. I got really excited. I had two whole classes to drink in the sight, and I simply couldn't wait. "Whoop, there she is!" Bandana Friend told me. "Yeah, I saw her. And her hair is up!" We got excited, then remembered we said it loud enough that she could've heard. A laugh was had.

After that encounter, I was informed that we were to write a pretty important test in V's class that I didn't even know about. I tied my hair back as well, and spent the whole of my History class rather anxiously cramming anything and everything Grammar-related. Class ended, and my classmates were pleading with me to try and convince V to postpone the test a little, because she likes me. (It's not worth much, though. They say that about every teacher.) I told them that even though she does, she wouldn't listen to me, either. "There's no getting a plan out of that woman's head," I said.

Turns out, I was once again boo boo the fool. V decided to axe the test and have us write it a week later. I could've kissed her. I actually went: "MISS!" out loud from the surprise, hands thrown up in the air. And not only did she axe the test, she told us exactly what to expect and what we need to know, when we eventually DO write it. And, even though we'd previously discussed everything she mentioned, she took the time to go through everything once again, explain every important thing one by one. And she spoke English again! Okay, it was one word, when she brought up euphony, and said how everyone says German is a violent, angry language because of its phonetics, and brought up the classic "butterfly/Schmetterling" example I'm sure most of you are familiar with.

As she was talking about stylistic value, and how it can differ depending on the context, she brought up the very word she called me the last time we shared a walk, the one I translated as 'babydoll'. I immediately started smiling. Pleasant memories. And, as she went on, now talking paradoxes, she brought up the epigram I associate with her. Odi et amo. I looked away from her with a bittersweet smile. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. But the rest of the time, I couldn't keep my eyes away when I wasn't writing. There was always something to look at. Her hair, her eyes, her smile, her coffee mug necklace, her outfit and body (*cough* low-cut T-shirt *cough*) and basically everything. Cynical Twat (who no longer sits behind me) had his eyes on me for a while, while I was looking at her like she hung the stars. I think he's onto my ass. Fuck.

We also spoke about the other class in our year, as they came up. I asked V if they were ahead of us, as she said she keeps mixing up what she discussed with us and them, and she told me we were basically even at the moment. Then came the obvious question from Blond Boy in the Back: who does she like more? V was very reluctant to answer that, not wanting to generate tension between us, and only wound up saying that we were a lot more disciplined while the other bunch act more freely, and that she likes them and they'll mature someday. She also mentioned she has class with them in really unfortunate time slots and that not even the best class would want anything to do with her or her subject in 7th/8th period. I was about to protest, but I remembered it would be best not to. It's not like she'd respond, anyway.

Towards the end of class, we practised recognising different types of symbolism in poetry. There was this one about tree branches throwing black bouquets on the ground. I wondered what it meant — exactly until the very moment V asked us what it meant. That's when I realised it referred to shadows, and said it immediately. V didn't look at me, just pointed at me as she repeated my answer. She didn't have to reach far — she was standing right next to me. It was quite the common occurence in that very class, as she kind of alternated between standing at the board and by my side. Brb, gotta go get my tinfoil hat.

I also remember the two of us (ft. Comparison Boy I think, but mostly just V and me) having a short debate about whether or not this one famous poem was picture poetry or not. We were so persistent that V ended up telling us something along the lines of "Okay, it can be viewed as such, but technically, it isn't." Ha! Success :)

At the end of class, just to get a proper conversation out of her, I trotted up to her to ask if the definitions of metonymy and synecdoche I jotted down for myself after a bit of extra research were passable. She said that she'd word them a little differently, but technically, they were passable. Cool. End of story.

...at least I thought so. But more on that later.

She gave us back our earlier tests, one Grammar I fucked up here (I only got a B for it, my perfectionist ass can't take it), and the Literature one from here. A+. Huh. And, for once in her life, V actually signed a test! (I'm not exaggerating when I say I've never seen her signature in the past, nearly 2 years.) But what was best, is that when we looked at Debate Friend's test, couldn't finish her essay and barely wrote anything, under it stood, in red V-cursive: "I know you ran out of time." You guys, she gave her maximum points for it! We were full-on gushing when we saw it. Angels walk among us, I tell you.

Later, I had a splitting headache in (foreign) English, and told Curly Friend that I probably would suffer through my upcoming last class of the day if it wasn't going to be with V. I think I told her I always go to V's classes to catch a break. Not because they're easy, but because I can relax and listen to things I love hearing about, from a woman I love listening to. He told me that V was feeling pretty poorly, too (he had double class with her after she was with us), which surprised me. Aside from one story she told us about her dad (she mentioned both her parents today which she doesn't usually do), she was rather very smiley and energised from the very start of class with us. The only time I saw her be more serious was when I spoke to her after class. There was something about her eyes I noticed, but didn't think much into it. The usual sharp-cold fox eyes (I thought it through, they're more fox-like than cat-like), piercing right through the soul upon first glance. Now I realise how tired she must have been.

7th period Literature, aka where things genuinely started getting crazy. Whew. Here we go. Just before we actually got started, my homeroom teacher showed up and called V outside for a minute. You'll later see why. Then, class proceeded as usual. V set up everything, then put on a video about romanticism era here, at home. But, as per usual, V couldn't stop herself from making notes on the board and pausing the video to add her own commentary. Most of the time, she was crouching beside her laptop, with a complete disregard to me looking at her instead of the video whenever she did that. Once the video was over, she explained some things, her back against the board. She realised she got a whole person's name wrong, and, upon noticing she smudged the writing a little, she remarked "I hope I wiped the board with my hair again," and reached for her ponytail. I was laughing to myself. What do you mean again, love? My dearest, the train wreck.

Second video, about this play based on a queen's assassination in the medieval times. V said it was a tragedy, and asked us what a tragedy was. As I was trying to lace my thoughts together, I did notice that quick look she stole at me that basically said "Come on, Specs, you're the drama expert, say something or this is gonna get really awkward." Me and this other boy did manage to answer, though. After that, it was video time. V took a seat on an empty desk at the other side of the classroom, so she wouldn't block the view. Coincidentally, I had perfect view of both the screen and her. And that's where everything started getting mad.

She noticed. As I was watching her reactions, she turned to me and looked me in the eye before turning back to the video. And after that, though I didn't dare to look at her as much, most, if not all my gazes were returned. When the title character eventually stabbed the queen, she let out this extremely ridiculous scream straight out of a cartoon (well, they WERE cartoon silhouettes after all). I look at V, she looks back at me with this smile of "yeah, I know". Thing is, even in the next 'scene' with a trial, taking place presumably days later, the queen's body was still on the ground. I couldn't help myself, and asked "And they just left the queen there?" V burst into a grin as she looked at me to say "No!". This time last year, I used to get very Done™ looks for this kind of joke, and no verbal response at all. We're getting somewhere, ladies and gentlemen and enby people.

After the video ended, I actually raised my hand this once, to point something out. V was about to start speaking, but said "Yeah?" when she saw my hand up, dropping that train of thought immediately. I talked about how ironic it was that only the queen and her brother's silhouettes were black, and the rest of them were white. As I thought, it symbolised who were meant to be the good guys and the bad guys. I also brought up chess, which V agreed to, and I could see she was glad that there's someone who actively pays attention to detail.

I said it was mad before? Whoo, boy, then it's about to get insane.

Class ends, and V is packing. I was standing there anyway, so I thought I'd help a teensy bit, putting the projector cable away for her so she only had to deal with her laptop. I got a "Many thanks" for it when she noticed. And then. Oh, then. I'm standing beside her desk, not saying a goddamn word, and she, completely unprompted, starts talking to me about the play in depth. She didn't even call my name to get my attention, because she knew I'd be listening. (Been there, done that.) She told me that she finds the plot interesting, and as an adult, she can appreciate it, but the whole thing is written in such a dry and complicated way (she frowned saying this), that she can't help but have mixed opinions about it.

These are all things she mentioned in class before and needn't have repeated, but I was kinda glad she did. I let her talk, adding my own opinion whenever I felt like it, drinking in the fact that she wanted to talk to me specifically about it. I told her that as an actress, I find the characters interesting and I'd love to do this play because the plot really does sound interesting. The look she gave me... she looked me in the eyes, not a word said. It wasn't the fox eyes, it felt more like she was focused on me. There was a depth to it, a silent intensity. I have no idea what she could've been thinking, but I think she might have tried to imagine it. "We'll continue this on Tuesday." she told me, as the bell was about to ring. Lmao, as if.

But it didn't end there, oh, no. Sorry, you have to read a little longer. When she left the classroom, I realised: "Hold on there, V, I'm not done with you yet" and immediately went after her. She walked over to Art Friend, who was writing a test outside, at a nearby table, to check up on how she's doing. Me being me, as they finished talking, and more of my friends started to gather around, I decided to check up on how V's doing. And — you guys aren't going to believe this —, for once, she didn't ignore me asking her how she was! She said that even though she wasn't a hundred percent well, she was doing fine. She didn't plan on not being at school on Tuesday, but life got in the way. (She even explained how, we goin' personal in here.) She didn't say anything when I told her to take care of herself, but I didn't really expect her to.

(From here, our topics might not be in chronological order, because I literally don't remember how it happened.)

There we were, on opposite sides of that table, facing each other directly. "Is the weather changing again, Miss? Is that why my head is splitting apart?" I asked her, thinking adults always know about the weather anyway. "Maybe. Or you're just sick and we're all going to die." she told me as she was putting stuff into her laptop bag. "Oh, great. Bright future you're predicting for me, Miss, thank you." I responded, somewhere along the lines of this. I don't remember the exact thing. "We're all going to die one day, aren't we?" "Well, yeah..." "Just think about all the times we could've died as children..." Bright and optimistic topic in the middle of a goddamn pandemic, courtesy of our very own Miss V. But me and Debate Friend chimed right in with our stories anyway. If there are two people who are ride-or-die with V's weird shit, it's us.

I remembered what happened the previous day, Comparison Boy calling me by her name. "[Art Friend], should I tell her about [Comparison Boy and co.]?" I asked my friend out loud, because I know V absolutely hates not knowing stuff. "Oh, Lord, what happened?" V asked immediately, both elbows on the table, watching curiously. See? This is why I adore teasing her. It's the reaction. "Long story short, they don't call me by my name anymore." I said, not daring to look up at her, no matter how coy I was being. Inside, I was still afraid of what she'd say to being compared to me. "Whose, then?" No going back. "Well, yours, Miss." I admitted. Immediately, I heard a "No." of disbelief, and there we were, both of us grinning at the accusations and me talking about how different we are on the inside. "[Curly Friend] found me with his theory, too." V told me, and now I was the one not believing her. I couldn't believe he told her! "What theory?" Art Friend asked. V seemed to have a hard time putting it into words so I helped out. "That she is me 10 years into the future." Yup. That's an actual theory he has. V looked a little... not withdrawn, even though she was leaning away from the table, but... awkward? But to be honest, we both were. "[Curly Friend] is nice, I like him, but if only he had this much creativity for studying..." V said, to close the topic off. Bwahaha.

At some point, my homeroom teacher came over to us when she saw us chatting, giving V's shoulder a little stroke as she walked past behind her to get next to her. I saw V crack a smile, this little, but very pleased one. Theirs is an unlikely friendship, but I stan it so much. She asked V about how Blond Boy in the Back was doing, as he was quite pale, and V said she noticed (she even asked him if he was alright) but nothing really extreme happened. After all the times he'd disrespected her, it's amazing how much V still cares about him. Then, my homeroom teacher mentioned a potential new teacher who might be coming soon (not anymore I guess lmao) and I burst into a fed-up "Again?". We all know what happened last time, after all. V grinned and muttered a half-impressed, half-unbelieving "She says 'Again?'..." to herself.

Art Friend brought up a British actor, but didn't know his name. (I couldn't guess she was talking about James McAvoy until she said His Dark Materials.) She said she was handsome, and V immediately said "I think I know who you're thinking about, and he's not that handsome." I was fully hollering. It was a shorter-lived convo bit, but V mentioned that she cries at every little thing. Now, that's an exaggeration right there, Miss. Also, I'm not entirely sure it was at this point, but sometime during the conversation, I nearly reached out and took her hand as a comforting gesture after something that was said, but stopped myself as soon as my hand moved. I couldn't do that. I had to know my place.

You know what I'm going to miss most about seeing V face-to-face? Her incredibly telling eyes, that speak for her every given minute. This whole conversation through, she was looking at us with this soft, crinkled-up-to-the-point-they're-half-closed eyes, the look a mixture of bliss and calmness... maybe even pride at a push. She looked like there genuinely wasn't anything she'd rather do in that very moment, but talk to us. She is an angel, let me tell you. I don't deserve her.

When she eventually got going, Debate Friend ran ahead (I gave her a Done™ look for a joke and she just bolted off), while V and I walked together. "Are [Curly Friend] and [Debate Friend] related by any chance?" she asked me. "Same hair, same smile, similar personality..." "Well, if we can be compared, so can they." I smiled back. Then something happened I didn't and couldn't account for. Debate Friend shot back, though I don't exactly remember how she worded it, that V and I could be related as well. And I mentally took a deep breath, fully aware of the risk I was taking, and exclaimed, grinning:

"I have an older sister! I've always wanted a sister!"

I can't possibly begin to comprehend that smile. She didn't say anything, but she closed her eyes and her lips pulled up into this really bright smile, something like this emoji: 😊, discount the blush. It went through my mind later that she did it because she was annoyed with me or thought me stupid and she was trying to mask it, then I remembered... it's V. She wouldn't do that, couldn't pretend if she tried. So that leaves us with one explanation: she was glad I said that. She actually liked me saying that and didn't mind being called my sister. I still don't believe it. It was the same smile as the one she said that "Oh, come on!" with on Wednesday, so she might even have been... flattered? Impossible.

Once she called out Debate Friend for addressing a teacher by her last name only, no honorific, she walked away and out of sight, smiling and waving goodbye to us. And that was the last time I saw her in the flesh — possibly for a very long time.

Later that day, I mentioned her and how much she helped me to my psychologist, who used to work in my school a while back. Last time I was there and I spoke about her, she didn't remember V, but now she was fully aware who I was talking about, if a bit surprised. "I never would've thought she is so... sentimental," she said. Me neither, doc. Honestly, me neither. But here we are. She was glad I found someone who helps me this much and I wholeheartedly agreed. How could I not?

It's been a little over a week since all this happened. Online school is kicking my ass, but I'll be fine. I have her. Still... I miss school a lot. I miss hugging my friends and doodling in classes and the thrill of scanning the corridors for a glimpse of a certain Miss V walking past. Here's to hoping it gets better soon. Until then, all of you take care, stay safe and stay home.

~ S ♡

[Every story I share here, no matter how specific I get with my wording, depicts actual events from my own life.]

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8."This isn’t what I wanted.”/61. ”I told you not to fall in love with me.”

for @theatrevicki, David/Patrick, rated G, canon-related texting fic set the night before “The Olive Branch”

David [10:48pm]: this isn’t what I wanted

Patrick grabbed for his phone when he heard the text message notification; he had been about to switch it off for the night. It was too difficult to sleep, waiting to see if David was going to reply to any of his messages. It was too difficult to sleep anyway, turning things over and over in his mind for the thousandth or the ten thousandth time, regretting everything he’d texted to David ever since Rachel had left. Regretting everything.

Patrick [10:49pm]: Okay don’t worry I kept the receipt

David [10:50pm]: no the bracelet is lovely that’s not what I meant

David [10:51pm]: I mean THIS isn’t what I wanted

David [10:52pm]: ...

Patrick [10:55pm]: Okay

Patrick [10:56pm]: You’re going to have to be a little more specific

David [11:01pm]: sorry there was a thing with Alexis I’m back

David [11:02pm]: remind me to bill her $75 for the conditioner I just found out she’s been stealing from us

Patrick [11:03pm]: I’ll add it to her tab

Patrick [11:04pm]: What isn’t what you wanted

David [11:06pm]: sorry she’s still being a b I might have to go kill her brb

Patrick considered various possibilities in the ten minutes that followed. He really didn’t want to move back home. Toronto was much too expensive. He wasn’t sure his car would make it all the way to Edmonton where his best friend from college lived. Quebec, maybe, but he’d have to brush up on his French again, it had been a while…

David [11:17pm]: SORRY

David [11:17pm]: Alexis really is a lot stronger than you’d think for someone who lives on cafe smoothies, I’m in a lot of pain rn but I’ll come in to the store tomorrow so we can talk

David [11:19pm]: if that’s okay

Patrick [11:20pm]: of course it’s okay

Patrick [11:22pm]: When you said it wasn’t what you wanted did you mean the entire relationship or

David [11:23pm]: NO omg Patrick

David [11:23pm]: I meant I didn’t want you to send me all this stuff that’s all

Patrick [11:25pm]: Sorry yeah I know it was a bad idea

David [11:26pm]: I mean

David [11:27pm]: I do like the stuff

David [11:27pm]: I don’t know what I mean it’s late I should just shut up

David [11:28pm]: I’m really bad at this

David [11:29pm]: I told you not to fall in love with me

Patrick blinked at his phone for a very long time, staring at the little lit-up screen in the dark and letting dozens of possible responses run through his head.

David [11:32pm]: omg I didn’t mean to say that AT ALL omg this is all Alexis’s fault please ignore the last message DO OVER

David [11:33pm]: I meant I told you you didn’t want to be in a relationship with me not what I just said

David [11:34pm]: I don’t use that word

David [11:34pm]: Like, ever

David [11:35pm]: And obviously you’re not I mean I don’t know what I mean it’s late and Alexis is working my last nerve and we should just talk tomorrow

David [11:38pm]: Patrick?

Patrick [11:39pm]: I’m still here

Patrick [11:39pm]: It’s fine

David [11:40pm]: Good

David [11:41pm]: I really feel like I just wrecked everything I told you I was bad at this

Patrick [11:42pm]: You didn’t wreck everything.

David [11:43pm]: ok

David [11:44pm]: because we still have to run a business together and that would be awkward

David [11:57pm]: and also bc

David [11:58pm]: …

Patrick stared at the glow of his screen until he thought he would go blind. He knew David had almost certainly fallen asleep while texting, that he wouldn’t be getting another message until the next day, but it was after one before he finally shut off his phone and closed his eyes against the dark.

The words ran around in his brain like an annoying little earworm of a tune: fall in love, fall in love, in love, I told you not to fall in love. By the time morning came (he’d probably slept for at least a couple of hours, though it didn’t feel like it), Patrick was sure of two things: 1) He was definitely, completely, head over heels in love with David Rose and 2) He thought he had a chance of making this work out for him after all, if he played his cards right.

#theatrevicki #thanks for the prompt!#david x patrick #my fic #fic prompt meme #ugh what even is tumblr formatting

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