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iamstartraveller776 · 28 days

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Not 500, but see below :P

"Oh, but Loki wasn’t ready for playtime to be over yet. He hurried to the door ahead of Jane, opening it hardly more than a crack to imply that his companion had to make herself presentable.

“Looking for your friend?” he asked the dark-haired girl in the hallway.

“Whoa! You’re actually kind of hot,” she said, sizing him up with the same kind of annoying interest the others had shown him earlier.

He gave her a wry smile. “Shocking, I know. But you’ve come for Jane.” He nudged the door all the way open and said conspiratorially, “She’s been keeping me company.”

Jane’s friend gasped as her gaze flicked between the two of them, very obviously drawing the conclusion he’d intended.

He let out a sigh. “It’s a pity we were interrupted when things were getting really fun.” To Jane, he gave a forlorn expression. “I suppose you have to leave now.”

She was gearing up to deny everything by the wild glint in her eyes, and on impulse, he took her face in both hands and drew her up to him for a kiss. He’d only meant to shut her up and perhaps lend weight to the misconceptions he’d been seeding, but damn. When she forgot herself and relaxed into him, tilting her head just the right way, he was tempted to slam the door shut on her friend and have a good snog. Who knew the teacher’s pet had it in her?

But despite his every instinct to deepen the kiss, he broke apart from her. Because—yes, that. The glazed-over look she gave him, rosy lips parted in an absolute stupor. That was worth cruelly ending their interlude too early.

“I’ll see you on Monday, then,” he said with another wistful sigh as he stepped back from her.

She nodded numbly, staggering as her friend dragged her out of the room. It wasn’t until they were halfway down the hall that he realized she still had something of his. A wondrously horrible idea came to him as he leaned out of the doorway.

“Oh, and Jane!” he called after her loudly, making sure to get the attention of everyone milling about nearby. “You can borrow my books any time you want.” He winked at her horrified expression before shutting the door and succumbing to another fit of laughter.

Finally something new. And he was only getting started."

Ah, yes! A New Kind of Fun. I had to switch over to my laptop to answer. (Because I hate typing longer things on my phone, lol.)

When I started Rumor Has it, what, 8 or so years ago, it was initially just an answer to a writing challenge—where I had to include four words given to me. It was only ever meant to be a little ficlet that went nowhere, and I don't recall how it grew to be a much longer story. But one thing has always remained true: even though it's written entirely in Jane's POV, I know why Loki does everything he does in it. In the back of my mind, there's always a version of events from his POV.

So, when I got your prompt ("Trouble" by Natalia Kills), it fit the vibe of Loki's choices in that first chapter. From Jane's POV, it appears that this whole exchange was purely a happenstance, that he was flying by the seat of his pants the entire time. We aren't sure if he felt anything with that kiss, even. Was he drunk? Had he intended it to be a silly little one-off then thought better of it over the weekend?

So yeah, here we have his POV. And while it was a happy accident for him to find Jane in his room, we learn that she has been on his radar already at least a little bit. We learn that it's here that he decides that he's not done with her after his shenanigans. And yep, he liked that kiss. But overall, the game is, at this point, what matters most to him. He can snog any number of girls. Messing with Jane Foster, though? That's far more interesting to him. In a way, she's been a challenge for him (academically), and now he's found a way to return the favor.

It was a lot of fun to write this from his POV. It's been my goal in RHI to keep some of his motivations a mystery to both Jane and the reader, and dole them out little by little. And it's only because of the seven chapters I've already posted that I felt comfortable sharing this version of the inciting incident without spoiling the overall story. We already know that he wasn't keen on his family's move to the States and he didn't have a high opinion of American girls thanks to his conversation with Thor in Hal's diner. We already know that he has a complicated relationship with his brother. We already know he is super aware that being wealthy doesn't equate to happiness thanks to his conversation with Jane at the butte. Perhaps here I revealed more clearly how much he puts on a front. But we've kinda already seen that with his private moments with Jane, when he lets the mask slip a little.

Anyway, I'm rambling, lol. Thank you again for playing!

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giggles-and-tiggles · 3 years

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We’ll Find That Smile

Thank you so much for this kind message! People probably aren’t sending in many things because of the fact that I just started this blog, or they just simply don’t know that my prompts are open lol. But THANK YOU! This prompt was amazing and I was honestly so excited to write for it. Thanks for your inspiration! I couldn't sleep and felt the need to post this at 3 am.

PLATONIC Avengers x Reader

Summary: You had a hard day at school, but when you get home, you see that the Avengers will always have a way to get you smiling again.

Word Count: 1,777

<3 Reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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It was a rather calm Thursday afternoon. You had just gotten out of school and were entering the Avengers compound. You were walking in all by yourself because you had declined Happy’s offer to drive you home. So he and Peter got home way before you did. You just needed time to yourself and you figured that walking home was the best way to do it.

Your day at school wasn’t the best. You couldn’t get any of your assignments correct, you kept messing up your locker combination, you dropped all of your belongings in the middle of the hallway, all of your mechanical pencils never had led in them, and you wet your sleeves when you were washing your hands. Your mind was just in a completely different place and everything just went wrong.

Soon enough, you reached the living room where everyone seemed to be hanging out. They all looked up from what they were doing to see you walk through the door. You’ve spent a lot of time with the Avengers, so they could tell just by the look on your face and your general posture that something was wrong.

“Hey hun.” Wanda greeted. “Everything alright?” You didn’t really want to tell the Avengers what was wrong. You felt like you were upset for a stupid reason, and you would just waste their time explaining.

“Yeah everything’s fine!” You said, trying to hurry to the stairs so you could get to your room as fast as possible. Tony then stood in front of you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“You didn’t want to ride home with Happy and Peter.” He said. “Any particular reason why?”

You just looked down at your shoes. “Uhm no. I just wanted alone time. Y’know just me and my thoughts.”

Tony stared at you in disbelief. He wasn’t buying a single word that was slipping out of your mouth. “Alright fine. But before you head up to your room, do you think I could get a famous Y/N smile?” Damn. Tony was onto you.

You slowly picked your head up to look at him and slightly twitched the corner or your lip upwards.

“Ha! That was the worst smile I’ve ever seen! I knew something was wrong.” Tony exclaimed. “Spill it kid, what’s up with you?”

You sighed and looked anywhere, but at Tony. “It’s nothing important. You don’t need to worry about it.” You tried to walk over to the staircase again, but Tony scooped you up and tossed you on the couch in between Steve and Peter.

“I’m fine! Can I please go in my room?” You asked, trying to get up again.

Steve grabbed your shoulder and sat you back down. “I know this is going to sound really cliché, but you know you can tell us anything, right?” Steve stared into your eyes with nothing but love and kindness. “No matter how stupid you think the reason may be, we still care.”

“You’ve been acting differently all day, Y/N.” Peter said, trying to get you to look at him. “I wanna help you.”

“I say we just hang her upside down until she tells us what’s been bugging her.” Clinton joked. There were some collective giggling after Barton’s comment.

“I second Barton’s idea!” Bucky chimed. A joke like that usually would’ve made you laugh, but right now you couldn’t even work up a proper smile.

“Y/N doesn’t seem to be very pleased with your commentary right now, guys.” Natasha said with a smile, looking you dead in the eye.

“N-No it’s fine.” You spoke. “It’s funny.”

Peter blinked at you in confusion. “So then why aren’t you laughing?”

You simply shrugged. “I just don’t feel like it right now.”

“You don’t...feel like laughing?” Peter repeated.

You nodded. “Damn. That’s the saddest shit I’ve heard all day..” Barton was quickly silenced by a smack behind the head by Natasha.

“How about a nice smile?” Steve said, nudging your shoulder and giving you a smile of his own. You really tried, but you just ended up pressing your lips together. It looked nothing like a smile.

“I take back what I said before.” Tony said, taking a seat in front of you. “That was the worst smile I’ve ever seen.”

“Sorry. I just can’t...right now.” You sighed.

“Well that’s alright, hun. We’ll help you.” Natasha said, making her way over to you and taking a seat next to Tony. “Anyone got any jokes or something?”

“Yeah, I have one!” Peter chimed. You gave your attention to Peter and waited for his joke. “What do you call a pig that does karate?”

“What do you call it, Pete?” Tony sighed, knowing that this joke was going to be bad.

“A porkchop!”

Silence rang throughout the entire living room.

“Aha! I get it!” Steve laughed, “Why aren’t we laughing? It was funny!” He looked around, hoping for someone to agree with him. “What? Do you guys not get it or something? It’s because it’s a pig that-”

“No, Steve.” Natasha said, placing a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “We get it, it’s just that the joke was so horrible, no one found it funny.”

“Well how could you not find it funny? It was clearly-”

“Rogers. The joke was corny. End of conversation.” Tony stated.

“How was the joke corny? It got straight to the point, it made sense-”

“It was bad, Steve! It was a dad joke!”

You watched the two quarrel over something as silly as a joke Peter made. It was amusing to you. You didn’t even notice the smile that sprouted on your face.

“Hey, well you would look at that.” Peter smiled, looking at you. “Is that a smile I see, Y/N?” Tony and Steve stopped their bickering to look at your face.

“Huh, I think it is.” Tony said, adjusting his glasses and squinting his eyes. That only made you smile harder.

“Now can we get a laugh?” Steve asked, poking your side, causing you to jerk violently and bump into Peter’s shoulder. Everyone’s eyes widened in realization, and evil smirks soon took over their faces.

“I think I have an idea on how to get Y/N laughing.” Steve grinned. “Hey, Buck help me hold her down, would ya?” Bucky quickly got up from his chair and made his way over to you.

You felt your heart sink. They were going to tickle you to pieces. No doubt about it.

“No! Wait guys, dohohon’t!” You said, already giggling nervously.

“You don’t even know what we’re going to do yet.” Bucky smiled, lightly pushing you on your back and getting a hold on your right arm while Steve got a hold on your left one.

“NONONO! Let mehe goho! Plehease don’t tickle me!” You begged.

“Ah, so you do know what we’re going to do.” Tony grinned, cracking his knuckles and wiggling his fingers in front of you. “Pete, wanna get her armpits while I get her ribs?” A wide smile took over Peter’s face as he made his way over to your head and placed his hands right in front of your armpits, just to taunt you.

“Noho! Get away from me! Lehehet mehehe up!” You struggled, trying your best to get out of Steve and Bucky’s grip. Obviously, it didn’t work.

“Not until we see that smile.” Natasha said, hovering her hands over you thighs.

“Alright guys, tickle her in …3″

“NOHO!”

“2″

“STOHOP!”

“1.”

“TONY I SW - EHEHEHEHAHAHAHAH!”

You screamed at the top of your lungs. Peter had dug into your armpits, Tony started vibrating all ten of his finger son your ribs, and Natasha started squeezing the insides of your thighs. Hysterical laughter was instantly ripped out of your chest and you had the biggest goofy smile on your face.

“Awhh. There it is~” Peter cooed.

“That’s the smile we wanted! Keep it up, Y/N!” Steve teased.

“IHIHIHIHI DOHOHON’T HAHAHAVE A CHOHOHOICE!” You squealed.

“Well, at least you know.” Tony smirked.

You jerked left and right, desperately trying to get free. Since no one was holding down your feet, you tried kicking, but now matter what you did, Natasha’s hands were glued to the inside of you thighs.

“Wanna tell us why you were feeling down?” Bucky asked.

“NOHOHOHOHO! IHIHIHIHIT’S STUHUHUHUHUHUPID!”

“Wow you asked for this.” Tony said, blowing a long raspberry on your tummy.

You tossed your head back and screamed, giving Steve and Bucky a perfect view of your smile.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOHOP!”

“Tell us what’s been bugging you and we may consider stopping.” Tony said.

“IHIHIHIHI TOHOHOHOHOHOLD YOHOHOHO IHIHIHIT DOHOHOESN’T MAHAHATTER!”

“Alright well, there’s more where that came from.” Tony said, blowing another raspberry right above your belly button. You shrieked and threw your head back once again.

“We’ve already discussed that nothing you say will be stupid.” Steve reassured in a caring tone.

“OHOHOHOHOKAY! LEHEHEHET MEHEHEH GOHOHOHO AHAHAHAND IHIHIHI’LL TEHEHELL YOHOHOU!” You begged, not knowing how much more of this you could take.

“Absolutely not. We still want that smile.” Tony grinned.

“BUHUHUHUT YOHOHOU SAHAHAHID IHIHIF IHIHI TOHOHOLD YOHOHOU, YOHOHOU WOHOHOULD LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHO!”

“I did not say that. I said that I would consider stopping.” Tony corrected.

“I didn’t get to see your smile all day, Y/N!” Peter said down at your hysterical state. “Why would we stop so soon?”

“BEHEHECUASE IHIHI CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE AHAHANY MOHOHORE!”

“You can do whatever you set your mind to, Y/N!” Natasha teased.

“IHIHIHIHIH’M GOHOHOHNNA DIHIHIE!”

“Oh don’t be such a drama queen. We’d never kill you.” Tony said.

These guys really weren’t giving you any mercy. Tears started welling up in your eyes from laughing too hard and your chest started to burn. Your laughter went completely silent and everyone stilled their fingers. Bucky and Steve let you go, and watched you trying to catch up with your breath.

“Yohohou guhuhys are are mean.” You giggled, wiping the tears from your eyes.

Steve chuckled as he sat down next to you. “You ready to tell us now?”

“My mind was just in a different place today. I didn’t feel like myself. Everything I did just went wrong.” You sighed.

They all look at you with love and compassion. “It’s alright, kiddo. We all have those kinds of days.” Tony said, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

“You guys wanna turn on a movie or something?” Bucky asked.

“Sure, Barnes.” Tony agreed.

“You down to watch a movie, Y/N/N?” Natasha asked.

“Mhm. I’m feeling a lot better.” You smiled. You got all snuggled up with the Avengers and this day really made you realize how grateful you were to have them.

Even if they tickled you to bits sometimes.

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cotccotc · 4 years

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┈┈ 𝐬𝐤𝐳 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 *:･ﾟ

✩ ot8 reaction headcannon, 2.5k words (eek sorry)

✩ genre/s: **fluff**, humor, established relationship, ot8 x gender neutral!reader

✩ warning/s: MOBILE TUMBLR HATES ME (some gifs & author’s note might not appear),,,, my terrible sense of humor/commentary, a couple of them are suggestive if you s q u i n t

✩ a/n: idk if the concept makes any sense but it does in my mind \_( ‘-’ )_/ also seungmin’s part is the exact same kinda similar to a brief scenario in my txt soobin “brightest blue” fic... but it’s fineee. also i’m sorry that some are longer than others! enjoy :))

chan:

chan is definitely extremely interested in the music you listen to.

in fact, sometimes he’d probably insist that you show him your current playlist from start to finish lol.

i can imagine y’all hanging out at the dorms, maybe even mid-cuddle, listening to some of your recent favorites.

but there’s this ONE SONG--

your absolute JAM

you get up from your seat or the bed and start completely jamming out.

he stays where he is so he can watch you have the time of your life.

i guess nobody told him you’re a professional lip syncer… awk...

you grab a hairbrush and hold it up like it’s a microphone.

honestly you’re thriving,,

he’s kinda stunned. not in a bad way, but he’s just so mezmorized by how cute (and maybe a lil sexy) you are when you dance like no one’s watching.

there’s a particularly awesome beat drop toward the end of the song, which leads you to do some equally awesome head banging.

he’s cackling at this point, which drives you to act even sillier.

*ending pose*

once the song ends and you’re trying to catch your breath, he slowly starts clapping for you.

“the song was great, but the performance was even better,” he’d say, coming off a bit sarcastic. but he means well!

you start to get a bit self-conscious and shy as you put yourself together again.

he’ll try to comfort you, standing up to wrap you in a hug.

“don’t be embarrassed!” (cue soft chan),

“baby that was awesome”,

“you should join a rock band!”, etc.

overall, he’d love it when you share your music taste, and this event will probably set off a chain reaction of similar jam sessions in the future.

minho:

ok so we all know minho’s a cat person, blah blah blah...

but what if you got super excited about a really cute dog?

let’s say you’re on a walk at a park, holding hands, and talking.

all of a sudden you see someone walking their dog…

and when i tell you this is the cutest, tiniest dog on the face of the earth,,,

you immediately stop walking and squeeze minho’s hand. you point to the dog and start freaking out because it’s so cute.

he’d say something silly like, “what are you talking about? it looks like a rat.”

you disregard it because you’re just so excited about this puppy!

“can we pet it?” you ask.

“... fine” he replies, smiling at you, despite his attempts to act uninterested.

y’all go over to the woman walking her dog and ask if you can pet the puppy. when she says you can pet him, you immediately sit on the ground, ready to have the best puppy playdate of your life.

minho’s still standing, watching you with loving eyes.

of course, you start talking to the puppy as if he’s a baby. minho laughs, trying to stifle all the uwus emanating from his heart

the puppy climbs onto your lap and licks your face just a little bit.

you look up at minho with wide eyes, saying “awww, isn’t he so cute!”

he’d playfully roll his eyes because why would he cheat on cats like that…

then you tug on his hand, motioning for him to sit with you. he does, reluctantly.

you place the puppy on his lap to see what happens.

the dog loves him! (of course, because what living thing wouldn’t love lee minho?)

the puppy is licking minho all over as he makes faces of disgust and struggles to pull him away.

you laugh out loud, happier than ever at the two very good boys in front of you.

he smiles again, completely endeared with your excitement despite being covered in puppy spit...

so, it doesn’t matter what kinds of animals you two prefer, since you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen. (aww)

changbin:

i feel like changbin is the type to not be ashamed of/shy about showing you the songs he’s writing.

...except for right now.

he just got home from the studio, dropping his bag onto a table… but some papers fall out.

you attempt to grab the papers, but changbin stops you and grabs them himself instead with a subtle hint of nervousness.

pretty suspicious if you ask me.

“what’s up?” you ask, a bit confused about what just happened.

he’d try to play it off like nothing suspicious was going on, but you know his poker face.

it’s too cute not to notice.

he likes to play all tough but you (and everyone else tbh) know him better than that.

you go to grab the papers, but he steps away. you try again… and again, and again, and again.

you become increasingly more frustrated and impatient with each attempt, until changbin holds them up high in the air where you can’t reach them. he has a look on his face that says ‘haha! gotcha!’

you’ve never done this much jumping in your life.

but you’re not a quitter.

“okay… i give up,” you say, returning to a stationary position and placing your arms around his neck.

however, just as he lowers his hands to your waist, you snatch the papers!

“AHA!” you exclaim.

all he can say is “damn it!” as you scramble to the couch with the papers in your hand. you sit facing away from him, attempting to speed-read the lyrics sprawled across the pages.

he follows you to the couch, trying to take the papers back from behind.

“binnie, these are so good!!”

“thanks… but were they worth betraying your innocent boyfriend?”

“yes. every word.” you finally hand him back the papers with a smirk.

he’d curse under his breath, ditching the papers in favor of tickling you instead.

what a terrible punishment!

hyunjin:

we all know hyunjin is a drama queen,,

you can be a bit of a dramatic person yourself (who isn’t?).

so when you lose your favorite sweater, you’re immediately going on a wild goose chase around the dorms, because that’s where you had it last.

you’re practically talking to yourself. double checking everywhere you’d been. retracing your steps like a mad person.

you need this sweater!!

you let out a little “urgh!” as you begin getting frustrated.

hyunjin would ask what’s wrong, and when you tell him, he’d GASP.

he’d be like:

“have you checked under the bed?”

“the couch?”

“what about over here?”

“over there?”

this boy will not REST until the sweater is back in your possession, wasting no time in matching your level of concern/dramatics...

… if not exceeding it.

y’all have practically torn the whole room apart at this point.

until finally, you find it in a random drawer (of course smh)

“I FOUND IT!” you’d exclaim, flopping onto the bed and putting the sweater on,

to which you’d receive a “YAY!” in return

tired and leaning against a wall, he’d say something like, “thank GOD! now, why do you need it so bad?”

and you’d simply and softly respond, “... i got chilly~”

he wouldn’t give a verbal response, but his face would go from relaxed to ‘bruh’.

you knew he’d be shocked at your statement, but you choose to tease him instead with a smile.

he would then opt to tackle you in the bed, fumbling with the covers and vowing to make you as warm as humanly possible.

jisung:

jisung definitely loves showing you the music he’s been working on, just like changbin.

except… this time, the lyrics aren’t necessarily what you’re used to hearing.

you can tell jisung’s a bit nervous as he presses play, choosing to keep his eyes on the floor as he nods his head to the rap.

you’re listening intently, as curious and excited as you are every other time…

but then you realize that it’s about you……

the lyrics talk about letting someone into his life and his longing to be even closer to that person than he is now.

therefore,,,, u w u

you giggle, which prompts him to look up at you almost immediately with anticipation about your reaction.

you decide to wait until the end of the song to react, but you can already feel the excitement bubbling up inside of you.

the song ends, and you’re sitting in silence alongside jisung. “so… what did you think?”

“well… i think…” you trail off, looking into jisung’s eyes.

with a bit of a squeal you leap up from your seat and essentially attack him.

you straddle his legs (don’t get any *ideas* this is FLUFF for goodness sake) and wrap your arms around his neck, locking him into a big hug.

“i love it, baby. so, so, so, much,” you respond quickly and genuinely.

he laughs, his arms wrapping around you.

he’d probably remark, “you scared me for a second!”

you laugh in response, apologizing for your delayed reaction.

deep down, he’d feel so relieved that you liked the song and its sentiment.

he’d also be so happy to have you, his overexcited sweetheart, in his arms.

however, at the surface, he’d prefer to tease you. “next time, don’t make me wait so long!”

felix:

ok so y’all send memes and tik toks back and forth all day every day. it’s just protocal.

also,,, you could literally be in the same room, and he’d still just start sending you tik toks he’d saved just to send to you and see your reaction.

but there’s this o n e

you can’t quite explain why but when you watch the tik tok that your boyfriend sent you from across the couch, you laugh harder than you’ve ever laughed before.

whatever humor you may have, this tik tok completely encompasses it in a beautiful, stupid way.

before you know it, you begin cackling.

felix knows that you’ve always been a bit embarrassed of your laugh (who isn’t, right?), so when you start letting loose he’s a bit caught off guard.

still, he joins in (at a smaller scale, of couse).

he always wants to see you happy, but this is a whole new level of cuteness in his eyes.

your laughter subsides a bit...

until you decide to watch the tik tok again.

believe it or not, it’s even funnier the second time!

you double over, laughing so hard that no sound is even coming out of your mouth.

“are you okay?!” he’d ask, laughing harder now at your actions.

he’d put his arms around you so he could hold you up.

you’d mouth out a “no” in response.

there are practically tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

he’d continue looking down at you with a beaming smile, holding you up until your laughter comes to a full stop.

“was it really that funny? i can’t even make you laugh like this.”

you’re almost dazed, your stomach hurting (in the best way possible). you try to steady your breathing.

after a few seconds of recovery, he’d whisper in your ear with a deep, silly voice...

“...wanna watch it again?”

it’s safe to say you won’t fully recover for a while.

seungmin:

on days off, you watch dramas with seungmin to take both of your minds off of work/school/whatever’s been keeping you busy.

however… of course you can’t go a whole episode without laughing hysterically, and it’s all because of seungmin.

it could be the most dramatic, intense, or heartbreaking scene in the show but he would make it into a full blown impersonation comedy routine.

ESPECIALLY if the drama is in a foreign language.

this boy will reinact all of the subs in the stupidest way possible.

but, today he’s a bit exhausted, snuggling up against you and not saying much.

our boys work too hard :(( (but wbk)

...so you decide to take his place.

you start off kind of hesitantly, waiting to see if he’d even react. when the main characters start to have an argument, you begin reading the subtitles in a silly voice.

you hear a soft giggle from your boyfriend has be tightens his arm’s grip around your waist.

you begin to use different voices for each of the two characters, alternating between a nasly, high pitched one and a lower one with voice cracks. this makes seungmin laugh harder, going from a giggle to his usual open-mouthed chuckle.

he’s so cute >_< ,,anyways…

as the scene intensifies, so does the volume of your impersonations.

“yOu’Ve bEtRaYeD mE!”

“BuT yOu LiEd tO mE!”

at this point seungmin is cackling despite his heavy eyes and unwillingness to move. he’d be so caught up in your routine that he’d forget he was even tired.

you look up at him to see that big smile and those sparkly eyes you love so much, which motivates you to be even goofier!

you sit up, leaving seungmin’s grasp. you begin making hand gestures to match your overdramatic tone.

the scene comes to a climax, in which you recite the final line with more ferver and fake passion than ever before. you finish it off with a fist in the air for ~emphasis~.

as you hold this pose, you hear your loyal audience member begin to cheer for you. he claps, whisper-shouting “ahh” to create fake crowd noises.

“what a show!” he would commend you with an expression of sarcastic awe on his face.

you’re really glad you decided to cheer him up…

but not nearly as glad as he is to have you with him on a day like this.

jeongin:

jeongin’s smile could literally melt anyone’s heart. everybody knows this.

i don’t care who you are, if you see jeongin smile, you either smile or cry and there are no other options.

i don’t make the rules.

so, when he shows you the ‘lovestay’ version of his latest dance practice, you’re bound to go insane with adoration.

as soon as his solo comes up and the camera zooms in on his sweet, smiling face, you give his cheek a little poke

you say, “that’s you!”

“shut up,” he’d respond, giggling.

“wait, i missed something,” you say with a sense of urgency. you take the phone from his hands, rewinding a few seconds.

he’d roll his eyes at you, getting a bit shy.

you resume the video until the boy in the video holds up a finger heart, at which point you press pause.

“look how cute!” you exclaim, looking up at jeongin and pointing back and forth between him and the screen.

“stop it!” he’s blushing (and you’re screaming internally at how cute he is) as he tries to refrain from making a big smile.

you poke his side, resulting in a small fit of laughter that forces his bright grin to peek out.

he swats your hand away, putting his arm around you

(partly to show his affection and partly to make you hold still)

you place your head onto his shoulder, resuming the video for the final time. “you’re too cute. i can’t help it.”

“but you’re the cutest...” he murmurs, almost inaudibly to someone who isn’t as close to him as you are now.

heat rises in your face.

you: “...stop…”

him: “hah!”

touché...

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marshmallowprotection · 3 years

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If you up for it, do you have any wholesome Ray headcanons? I know you love him (as everyone should)

Here he comes. Here he comes! The best boy award for my marshmallow. Here comes some soft HC for our boy Ray.

Ray is rather devoted to everything. One could say that he’s pretty bad about knowing what line is between too much and too little. He’s never been close to someone before and it shows in the way that he interacts with you. He spends so much time trying to impress you and woo you that he doesn’t even realize that you already enjoy his company because he’s so caught up in the idea that he has to impress you constantly to be with you. It’s only when you catch his wrist after he clearly spent a LONG time making breakfast for you and you insist that he stay to share it with you, that he knows that you like having him around at all.

Speaking of that, he spends an awful amount of time trying to figure out what you like. He’s too embarrassed to ask you to get a confirmation for what he had learned on your social media so he just makes a lot of trial and error. You may not want to imagine it but he looked like a mess in the kitchen with his hair all messy and not combed, flour on his hands, and a clearly disheveled look. He normally looks rather put-together but when it comes to you...

Ray hardly ever lets himself get rest. However, he can’t say no to you when he comes to see you late at night and you’re already tangled in your sheets. If you grasp at him with blurry eyes and a pout, his face will start to burn, and when you ask if he can stay a little while... he can’t say no but he really needs to get back to work. He decides to humor your wishes because your happiness counts as his job, technically.

He winds up laying in your bed next to you literally about to fall over the edge until you ask, well, it feels more like a gentle command, that he cuddle with you for a bit. He’s stiff as a board in your arms with his head tucked underneath your chin and he can hear your heart. He dozes off without realizing every single time this happens. He always has to figure out how to get out of your arms when he wakes up in a panic without waking you up in the process but you clutch at him and it makes him want to stay.

Ray isn’t often brazen in the ways that he shows you affection. He spends a lot of time fretting over what the right move is. He actually overloads on thinking until the moment he sees you. When he gets to take you out to the garden, he’s very enthused about making you feel giddy... and it shows in the way his voice skips and stutters. He’s at his most natural when he’s somewhere comfortable like that. His heart is still thudding about the time he took your hand in his and brushed his lips against the back of your palm. You seemed to melt when he smiled at you.

Ray also loves it when you take the lead. He hates leaving you but he loves watching you from behind as your hand pulls him along. He would follow you to the underworld and back if that’s what it took. He loves that the most because when the wind is blowing and you glance at him, he catches a look of your side profile and he’s... utterly obsessed with seeing that smallest hint of a smile and the sparkle in your eyes. You can’t quite see him and that eases his nerves.

Ray desperately wants to take you out for a picnic during the day but he never gets the chance to do it. You bring up the idea that you could share a meal during the evening on the windowsill instead. He isn’t sure how that would work till you open the window and become bathed in the glimmer of moonlight and smile at him. He might choke on his tea if he sees you become more of a true god(dess). So, you share some sandwiches and tea just watching and pointing out the stars together and life you can see in the mountains.

Ray has moments where he comes by your room when you’re sleeping, and he just stops in the doorway, watching you for the longest moment. He won’t come too close, he doesn’t want to impeach your privacy. However, he does whisper to you secrets that he can never say when he’s awake. He wishes that your own dreams are blessed and that you stay a little longer so he can watch over you and show you how much you mean to him. He’ll leave before you stir but you’ll wake up feeling warm inside.

Ray spends so much time working, unable to message you, and he feels really bad about it. He wants to talk to you more so he works harder to be able to see you often. He never expects you to message him but you do. He can’t always send a message back but you... talk to him. You send him messages about what you’re doing and what you’re seeing and any little commentary you have. He likes to look through what you’ve sent him when he’s nervous because you’ve got a way of grounding him.

If you send selfies, he saves them. He looks at your face when he wakes up from nightmares or when he needs to remember why he’s working so hard in the first place. He often tells your photos what he wants to say to you directly to help him work up the courage.

Ray finds himself staring at your lips often. He’s traced a memory of what they look like and what they must feel like. He finds himself wanting to kiss you but he is often too scared to try. He isn’t sure that he understands what a kiss means or what goes into it.

No amount of reading helps. Yeah, he reads a lot of those very helpful guides for relationships and they all don’t exactly give him what he needs to know and let's not open the can of worms that comes from Ray trying to impress you with the bad flirting advice he gets. He won’t be the one to make the first kiss, but he has made the attempt when he feels empowered to try and tell you he likes you a lot more than a friend. Usually, after he breaks down the redhead’s defense and knows that he’s on the brink of winning.

Ray hates that his body is so weak and tiny. He can’t stand the sight of himself and even when you grasp at him, he struggles to feel okay. The extra layers of his clothes help him feel like you can’t see how awful he feels about himself and although he wants to know what your fingertips feel like pressed against his bare skin, he’s too afraid to try. Nobody ever called him pretty or handsome till he got to meet you.

He squeals against his better thoughts when you slip your fingers underneath the fabric of his tight gloves. He either pulls his hand away because it’s too much heat or he leaves it there in shock.

Ray often can’t hug you, he can hold your hand but he doesn’t feel worthy enough to get more. So, he finds other ways to let you know that he’s happy to be with you. He’ll clench your hand and squeeze a few times when you’re both together and it’s a quiet way of letting you know that he likes being with you. If you squeeze back, he’ll feel so happy. This is something that he keeps, even long after Ray fused with Suit Saeran because when GE Saeran is sleeping, he’ll squeeze your hand.

Ray loves to hear you laugh and talk. He’ll sit across from you at the table and let you talk for hours if he could. His face rests in his palm and he sighs with utter contentment whenever you go on and on about something that he’s just learning about for you to better understand why it makes you happy. He does get distracted by your lips and your eyes, though, so do repeat something if he asks.

Ray loves it when you hug him. He doesn’t know how to hug you back but he wants it. Just the feeling of your arms around him... God, it’s heaven. It may be a little silly but he would love it if you ran at him after being apart for a while just to give him a hug. He wants to feel your warmth all around him. If he’s feeling a bit bold, he’ll kiss your forehead.

If you prompt him for it, he’ll kiss your knuckles before he leaves whenever he visits you. It makes him feel more like a knight that’s protecting his prince(ss) in that way. If you stutter and or giggle, he wants to do it more. He can’t kiss you in more bold places but he can do this.

He’s a little spoon.

Ray has had panic attacks before and the only thing that’s ever calmed him down was when you were with him, and before he could allow himself to blame himself for his suffering, you tucked your arms around his back and he just felt his body stop. He wanted to push you away so you wouldn’t have to see how ugly he was, but you held tighter, whispering how “it’s going to be alright, Ray, I’m here,” and he just cries. He hates being vulnerable but when you stop him before he can quit, he clutches on you tighter.

Ray wants to be with you always. If you let him, he’ll brush your hair, because that’s something he really wants to do. He always carries one on him because he wants his hair to be flat and presentable for you. But, this is more about him showering you with love and affection. God, if you’d let him, he would find you nice things to wear as well. He’s got a bad habit of wanting to hold you so you live up to this fairytale fantasy of his... it’s okay if you’re not into it, but he just closes and eyes and often imagines taking care of you and spoiling you.

It should have been obvious from the way he decorated.

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spideypoolbingo · 3 years

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Spideypool Bingo Round 3 FAQ

Frequently Asked Questions

When and How Can I Share My Card?

You may share your card as soon as you receive it on whichever social media platform you choose.

Please wait to share any creations you make from your card until the Posting Period has opened (either July 1 or January 1, depending on which round of Bingo you are participating in).

Can I cross off items on my bingo card as I complete them once posting begins?

Yes, absolutely! In fact, I encourage you to! That’s an excellent visual way to keep track of where you are in completing bingo, and it’s super satisfying every time you complete a project and get to cross a square off!

What counts towards completing a square?

A piece of fiction that is 300 words or more and is complete.

A completed sketch, painting, watercolor, etc.

A Mood Board, aesthetic collage, manip, or other image editing that fits the prompt and represents at least an hour’s work.

Music playlist with a header (can be as simple or elaborate as you wish) and at least 10 songs. Can be shared through Spotify or other music streaming service as long as it is shareable through tumblr or twitter.

Themed fic rec list with a header (can be as simple or elaborate as you wish) and annotations. Annotations should include commentary on how you approached creating the list and a note on each story recced, explaining why you’ve included it. Each rec list should have at least 8 stories linked and should include a summary and a listed author with a link to their AO3 profile or other social media (if the work has not been orphaned or posted anonymously) for each listed rec.

Podfic of a story no shorter then 900 words

Photograph(s) of Funko pops or other toy representations of Spider-Man, Deadpool, and associates acting out a scene that represents a square (Ex: Knitpool, Avengergram).

FanVids: Cosplay or Stop-Motion Animation Videos, Clip Music Videos, AMVs, Animatics, Fake Trailers, etc. Videos should have a run time of at least 2 minutes and be shareable on the blog.

I’m in multiple Bingos. Can I make something for both events at once?

As long as the thing you are creating for your Spideypool Bingo follows the rules of this fest and only counts as ONE square on your Spideypool Card, it is acceptable to have that same thing count as a different square on a Kink Bingo or Fluff Bingo, or whatever other Bingo you’re in. Make sure to check the rules of the other event(s), though. Not all Bingos allow event crossovers.

If you are using your creation for multiple Bingo events, please make sure to make it clear which square of the Spideypool Bingo card you are filling separately from any other Bingo event. Please also do not include the other Bingo’s information on your submitted post for the Spideypool Bingo blog (meaning if you are posting card updates with your submission, do not include the other card(s) in the post you submit to be promoted on the Spideypool Bingo blog. I don’t mind promoting other events on this blog, but that could easily get confusing for anyone following the blog).

Can I collab with someone else?

Yes and No.

Yes: An artist and a writer have corresponding prompts on their bingo card that they would like to work on together, ie. Crying into Ice Cream. Writer writes a fic involving Crying into Ice Cream, Artist draws a piece of art to coincide with that story. The artist may post their piece with a link to the story, and the writer may embed the piece of art into their story, as long as each person creates something individually that represents their own bingo square, this collab is within the rules.

No: Two artists or two writers create one piece together that they each count towards their own bingo card square.

No: Two people share One bingo card.

This isn’t a competition—and never will be as long as I am running it—but sometimes people get competitive all on their own, and I don’t want any hurt feelings if someone starts thinking that a collab team has an unfair advantage over individual creators in completing bingo faster. It might sound silly to you, but I have seen people become genuinely upset because of this scenario in the past, and I do not want anyone participating in this bingo to feel the same way.

What happens if I never get a bingo?

Absolutely nothing! This is not a competition. You do not have to complete bingo in order to proceed to the next round. If you get a bingo card and never complete a square, you will still be able to participate in the next round, no questions asked, no judgements made. I'm not keeping score of how anyone participates, nor do I want to.

Can I create podfics of other people’s works as long as I have permission from the writer(s)?

Yes, but you need to have proof of the writer(s) permission. As someone who has had their works plagiarized and posted without their permission, I take consent in sharing other people's work very seriously. Make sure you ask and get an enthusiastic consent prior to recording, please.

I don’t understand what ______ is…

Please google the prompt before you ask me what it means. 90% of the prompts people have asked me about have been easily google-able. I don’t mind helping you understand what a prompt means if it's confusing after you've looked it up, but please take that step first.

Changes to your card should be about what makes you uncomfortable, not what you don’t think you can fill Right Now. You have six months to work through your card. A prompt might not spark anything for you now, but come August or October? BAM! Genius idea you would have never thought about if you switched that prompt now. Bingos are just as much about challenging yourself creatively to work outside your normal box as they are about getting you making. Punch your way out of that box, y’all. It’s what Wade would want you to do.

If you have any other questions or concerns, please feel free to either send an Ask, dm the blog or me personally on discord via MsCaptainWinchester#3164 or email me at [email protected]. Thank you!

#Spideypool bingo #round 3 #faq #frequently asked question #mod post

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k347 · 4 years

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A little note for all the wonderful people who are taking a moment out of their precious time to visit this little online space I created...

(I felt the need to write this because of some 'not so great' anon asks I've been getting ever since I started here and also because I've witnessed several of both, the good and bad fandom meltdowns in these couple of years)

From My Heart To Yours-

If it isn't clear to you by the kind of things I post or if you are new to this page, let me clarify it in one single sentence. This Is A Stucky+Evanstan Blog. There will always be mostly (if not all) evanstan and stucky content posted here. If you are uncomfortable with the ship, feel free to filter the 'evanstan' / 'rpf'/ stucky tags. I completely understand why it can be bothersome, icky for people, why some of you might disapprove of it. I acknowledge, respect and understand your views, feelings and opinions, I truly do. All I am asking out of you is to not be disrespectful, dissmissive about those of mine. Please understand that you don't have to see the things/content you don't want to on your dash. The block and unfollow buttons, options for filtering tags are there for a reason. Feel free to use them if you are uncomfortable with a blog or person (including me). It'll be taking the high road and bowing out gracefully if you make a habit of using these available options instead of passing around judgements and unnecessarily cruel critisism about people whom you've never even met/ know nothing about.

Personally I adore both of these Fandom Ships. I have for a long time. But it doesn't mean I don't support you if you love/are a part of some other fandom. I don't mean to disrespect or hinder any of the other ships even if they are regarding these same characters. I try and make sure to not intrude on anyone's creative space and expect that the same attitude & decency will be returned.

This blog is my way of letting out, expressing all that love, adoration I feel. I strive to be more creative with my thoughts, my way of expression as a person with each passing day. And being a part of this fandom helps me immensely with that. I've met some amazing people online because of this. Made good friends. It is a very dear thing to me. I have talked to folks who've experienced online hate from unreasonable, anonymous sources, I've also experienced a fair share of it myself. As someone who is a psychology-enthusiast-&-student-for-life, I can assure you the (good/casual/neutral/bad/hateful) things you say to or about people leave their impacts. Not just on them, but on you too. It might seem insignificant or small, irrelevant even; but it does change the way your thoughts work in daily life. Be careful and stop before you train your mind to naturally focus more on the bad things about other people rather than the good ones. So again, I kindly request you to not be mean or hurtful to anyone you meet online (or even in real life, actually.) Offering disrespect and negativity never made anything better in the history of ever.

Lastly I would like to give my two cents about another issue (that I feel can get really toxic if we are not careful) with the fandom culture. I have made no secret of the fact that I am a fan of Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans. Yes, I have and will always post a lot of appreciation posts about them (solo and together), their works and projects, some old tbt moments. You will even find imagines, headcanons, theories, fanfics about them along with the ones about the fictional characters they have played/continue to play.

But that doesn't mean I am going to act delusionally and ignore/ unacknowledge the fact that both of them are their own person. Two actual, real human beings. I don't mean to project any of this content that I am creating on them and their lives. Making anybody uncomfortable is not my intention behind doing this, not at all. I prefer to look at it this way- "This is a world that I've created in my own mind. For fun and entertainment. Sort of like an AU. Parallel Timeline. But please understand that the stories, theories, things I'll post and write on here are pure conjecture, a lot of speculations. Hypothesis and supposition. I don't want to lose the grasp on reality and be drawned in it too much or completely, up to the point at which violation of real people's boundaries starts to become a usual routine and doesn't feel wrong."

I do not agree with the mentality of blaming, hating on people/past partners in their lives for no other apparent reason than the fact that 'they know my favs'. I completely agree that there are actions and things which people need to be held accountable for at times. Yes, you can talk about it with me but please try and remain respectful (if not that, at least be decent enough) toward all the parties involved.

Even though we as fans have invested a lot of our time, creative efforts and emotions in these two men; It does not mean they owe us, or need to explain every part of their personal/professional lives.

Please remember and don't let it be hard for you to accept the fact that these two people are not the exact fanfic versions of themselves that you read about on tumblr, they are not some experminted and perfected, flawless personalities that you've created in your own minds. It is possible for humans to mess up at times. It is only natural. Don't judge people based only on their worst mistakes, or more precisely the negative stuff you read 'online' (which 9/10 times is pure speculation and made up. fake. not facts.) Chris and Seb do not need to cater to every whim and need of the fans, they do not need to make decisions based on what people feel about them online. They can and should do whatever they want to with their lives without having to experience judgement and public scrutiny about every little step taken. Please stop putting celebrities on a pedestal and measuring them up to some impossible, unrealistic standards. If you feel too much devastation, hurt over some action of your 'fav', my advice would be to take a step back. Relax. Distance yourself from the Fandom for a bit. Do not let the 'stanning' consume you, your behaviour, rational thought process and most importantly don't let it ruin your kindness.

I love the analogy that there lives a good and a bad wolf inside every human being. Your reactions, response to things, all of it depends on which wolf you decide to feed and empower at the given moment. Choose kindness. Choose gentler responses. Choose Love over Hatred. Always.

I think the lovely @musette22 (who btw, is one of the most compassionate, talented and creative people I've met here, because of our shared love for these boys 💙) voiced this thing better than I ever could.

My apologies, if the note got too long and too deep for your liking.

I promise I am not always this boring and 'let-me-lecture-you' kind of a person 😂

On this Blog you'll also find-

A lot of silly Ramblings, Scribbles and Rants

Lot of terrible jokes and puns (you know the kind where they are so bad that they're good😅)

Fluff and smut

Q and A with the anons.

AUs

Speculations, ideas and a lot of gushing

Reblogs from all these great, talented, amazing people in the fandom

A lot of 'Marvel' things

Incorrectly placed correct quotes

Sometimes extreme use of emoticons and gifs

😂♥️😄🔥😜👻💌💦💪😇🤷

Running commentary, discussions about newly released information, keeping tracks, meltdowns, breakdowns, again rambling! , ocassional full doses of sarcasm

Sometimes going 'too much in detail' 😉

My attempts at writing stuff

A lot of content for Evanstan and Stucky

Drawing parallels, a lot of 'connecting the dots' between Chris and Seb content. Weaving the pieces of informations together.

Headcanons and stories inspired from that.

Low key, actually at times very very high key roasting of Endgame.

Lots and lots of love + appreciation showered on the movies in Captain America Triology.

Getting nostalgic and adoring the good old memories, Celebrating the present moments and Wishing for many more happy ones in the future.

All of you are very welcome here!

My ask box is always open for anyone and everyone who is interested. Send asks, questions, prompts, requests, suggetions, your ideas, theories anytime you want.

I am always up for conversations and discussions.

Lots of Love,

@k347

💙

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rotgbingo · 3 years

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FAQ

When and How Can I Share My Card?

You may share your card as soon as you receive it on whichever social media platform you choose.

Please wait to share any creations you make from your card until the Posting Period has opened (January 1 of each year).

Can I cross off items on my bingo card as I complete them once posting begins?

Yes, absolutely! In fact, we encourage you to! That’s an excellent visual way to keep track of where you are in completing bingo, and it’s super satisfying every time you complete a project and get to cross a square off!

What counts towards completing a square?

A piece of fiction that is 100 words or more and is complete.

A completed sketch, painting, watercolor, etc.

A Mood Board, aesthetic collage, manip, or other image editing that fits the prompt and represents at least an hour’s work.

Podfic of a story that meets the theme of the Bingo square recorded by the person completing that square with full and enthusiastic permission of the original author (If requested, you must be able to link to where the permission was given).

Photograph(s) of toy representations of the Guardians and associates acting out a scene that represents a square (Ex: Knitpool, Avengergram).

FanVids: Cosplay or Stop-Motion Animation Videos, Clip Music Videos, AMVs, Animatics, Fake Trailers, etc. Videos should have a run time of at least 2 minutes and be shareable on the blog.

I’m in multiple Bingos. Can I make something for both events at once?

As long as the thing you are creating for your RotG Bingo follows the rules of this fest and only counts as ONE square on your RotG Card, it is acceptable to have that same thing count as a different square on a Kink Bingo or Fluff Bingo, or whatever other Bingo you’re in. Make sure to check the rules of the other event(s), though. Not all Bingos allow event crossovers.

If you are using your thing for multiple Bingo events, please make sure to make it clear which square of the RotG Bingo card you are filling separately from any other Bingo event. Please also do not include the other Bingo’s information on your submitted post for the RotG Bingo blog (meaning if you are posting card updates with your submission, do not include the other card(s) in the post you submit to be promoted on the RotG Bingo blog. We don’t mind promoting other events on this blog, but that could easily get confusing for anyone following the blog).

Can I collab with someone else?

Yes and No.

No: Two artists or two writers create one piece together that they each count towards their own bingo card square.

No: Two people share One bingo card.

This isn’t a competition—and never will be as long as we are running it—but sometimes people get competitive all on their own, and we don’t want any hurt feelings if someone starts thinking that a collab team has an unfair advantage over individual creators in completing bingo faster. It might sound silly to you, but people have become genuinely upset because of this scenario in the past, and we do not want anyone participating in this bingo to feel the same way.

What happens if I never get a bingo?

I don’t understand what ______ is…

90% of the prompts people have asked about have been easily google-able. We don’t mind helping you understand what a prompt means, but please give us the courtesy of googling it first.

Changes to your card should be about what makes you uncomfortable, not what you don’t think you can fill Right Now. You have twelve months to work through your card. A prompt might not spark anything for you now, but come August or October? BAM! Genius idea you would have never thought about if you switched that prompt now. Bingos are just as much about challenging yourself creatively to work outside your normal box as they are about getting you making. Punch your way out of that box, y’all. It’s what Manny would want you to do.

If you have any other questions or concerns, please feel free to either send an Ask, dm the blog, or email us at [email protected]. Thank you!

#rotgbingo #announcements #faq

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empire-of-wildfire · 5 years

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“If you carve a dick on this pumpkin, I swear to god.” Fenrys and Aelin just a couple of bros being bros don’t make this romantic or I’ll kill myself

Okay love, I hope this is up to your standards 😉 I wouldn't want to disappoint my queen Your commentary on your prompt requests is one of my favorite things btw

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Aelin walked out of the grocery store with a sigh, thinking about the boring weekend ahead of her. Rowan was in Perranth for the weekend for some work conference and she had the house to herself, but nothing to do. She’d cleaned the already immaculate house, run errands, and decorated for Halloween, and now she was out of ideas for what to do. And it was only Saturday morning. She supposed she could always find a book to read, but she didn’t really feel like reading. She cursed her husband for having to go out of town, leaving her to her boredom.

She pulled out her phone and sent a quick text. You’re the worst for leaving me this weekend, I’m already bored out of my mind.

Rowan replied quickly. I’m sure you’ll find some way to amuse yourself. I’ll be home tomorrow night, try not to kill anyone between now and then.

She rolled her eyes and drove home, contemplating what else she could do. As she pulled into the driveway she had an idea. She opened her phone, scrolling till she found the person she wanted and hit call.

“Hey Fenrys, you busy?”

“Just got back from the gym, what’s up?”

She tucked the phone between her shoulder and her ear, reaching into the backseat for the couple bags of groceries she’d bought. “How do you feel about carving pumpkins? Rowan and I have a bunch from the pumpkin patch last week that we haven’t had a chance to carve yet and I’m bored.”

Aelin could hear sounds of him shuffling things around and what she assumed was the jingle of his keys. “Sounds fun! I just walked in the door, so let me shower real quick and I’ll be there in like 45 minutes.”

“You’re the best! See ya soon.” She quickly hung up and smiled. She could always count on Fenrys to be down for anything.

Since she had some time to kill, she decided to put away the groceries and get everything ready for when Fenrys got there. She cleared off their dining room table, grabbing a few of the pumpkins and setting out some small serrated knives, some spoons, and a couple sharpies on the newspaper she’d laid over the table. Just as she finished getting everything prepared, she heard her front door open.

“Honey, I’m home!” Fenrys teased as he poked his head around the corner. “Oh good, you’ve already got everything. Look at you, planning ahead.”

Aelin laughed and rolled her eyes, walking over to give him a quick hug before turning back to the pumpkins. “Thanks for coming over, I was gonna go crazy if I was by myself for too long. We bought like eight of these last week and haven’t done anything with them, so I figured now would be as good a time as any to carve a few of them.”

“Sounds good to me.” Fenrys looked over the pumpkins, debating which one he wanted to carve. Finally he picked up a tall, almost oval shaped one. “This one’s mine,” he declared, an evil little smile on his face.

“Knock yourself out,” Aelin laughed. “But if you carve a dick on that pumpkin I swear to the gods, I’ll hurt you.”

Fenrys’s face fell slightly. “Come on Ace, that’s no fun! Not even a little one? Like in the background.”

“I’m not having a pumpkin with a dick carved on it at my house!” Aelin rolled her eyes and pointed one of the small knives at him as she sat down. “No dicks. Or anything relating to dicks.”

Fenrys pouted as he sat next to her. “Fine. You’re such a buzzkill.”

“And you’re a twelve year old,” Aelin retorted, reaching over to flick him on the forehead. “Now get carving and quit pouting.” She immediately started carving, forgoing sharpies and outlines.

Fenrys scowled and pulled his pumpkin in front of him, reaching for a sharpie to trace his design. “So Rowan is out of town for the weekend?”

“Yeah, some company thing in Perranth. Plus Aedion and Lys are in Rifthold still, so its like half our friend group is gone now.”

Fenrys chuckled under his breath. “Well at least you still have a pretty face to look at while they’re gone.”

Aelin snorted and replied, “Mine’s still prettier, don’t get too ahead of yourself Moonie.”

“Oh come on, you know I hate that nickname,” Fenrys groaned, setting his sharpie down and reaching for a knife.

Aelin smirked. “Oh I’m sorry, how silly of me. Would you prefer Moonpie?”

“Somehow that one is even worse,” Fenrys grumbled as he started to carve.

“Moonpie it is then!” Aelin decided with a wink.

“Hey, you asked me to come over. I can go and leave you here with your boredom and nobody to keep you company but the voices in your head,” Fenrys warned.

“Oh fine, I’ll stop you big baby.” Aelin sighed and changed topics. “How’s your brother? Rowan said he hasn’t heard from him in a few weeks.”

“Connall’s good, he’s adjusting to the new job in Banjali so I think that’s been taking up a lot of his time. Plus when I talked to him last weekend he mentioned a guy, but he wouldn’t give me much information on him so I don’t know who he is.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to do some digging and see if I can figure anything out then,” Aelin said with a small smile. “How about you, anything new? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

Fenrys coughed a little, his cheeks turning pink as he stammered, “Uh, well, I umm… I’ve gone on umm, a couple dates recently, with uh, Asterin actually.” He looked sideways over at her, not fully wanting to see her reaction.

“Seriously?! How long has this been going on?” Aelin screeched, smacking him in the shoulder as she turned to face him fully, pumpkin abandoned for the time being.

“Umm, just a few weeks. We’ve only gone on a few dates, but she’s really great,” Fenrys said hesitantly, still waiting for the storm to hit.

“That’s amazing! Why didn’t you tell me?! I’m really happy for you Fen,” Aelin gushed, grinning at him.

“I didn’t think you guys really got along, I didn’t want to make it weird or anything,” Fenrys said sheepishly.

“Fenrys. You’re one of my best friends, how could I not be happy for you? If you really like her, then of course that’s great. It’s not going to be weird, I promise.”

Fenrys exhaled, clearly relieved. “Okay good. I just didn’t know how to tell you honestly, it just kind of happened.”

They spent the next couple hours updating each other on all the important things they’d missed, teasing each other about the silly, slightly stupid things they had both done. Aelin finally finished her pumpkin and turned it so Fenrys could see. She’d made a witch stirring a large cauldron, and had even carved it in a way that made it look like there was steam coming from the cauldron.

Fenrys whistled appreciatively, and turned back to his pumpkin, putting the finishing touches on it and turning it to show Aelin. When she saw what he’d carved, her mouth actually fell open in surprise.

Fenrys had carved the face of a wolf. But not a regular wolf, this one looked like it was growling right at her, teeth bared and so detailed Aelin was in awe.

“How did you even do that? That’s amazing Fen!”

Fenrys shrugged. “Connall and I were really competitive as kids during Halloween time over whose pumpkin looked better. This is the first time I’ve ever carved a wolf though. Here, take a picture of me and the pumpkin so I can send it to him!” Fenrys handed Aelin his phone and posed with the pumpkin.

Aelin laughed and took the picture. “Clearly the competitive spirit doesn’t wear off as you get older,” she teased.

Fenrys snickered. “What can I say? Some things never change.”

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@highqueenofelfhame @kandasboi @myfeyrelady @schmlip-scribble @westofmoon @nalgenewhore @city-of-fae

#aelin galathynius #fenrys moonbeam #brotp #i love their friendship so much

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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How To Motivate, Encourage, and Inspire Writers - A Masterpost

Hey guys! I am reposting this guide because it got mysteriously deleted. This version includes some new additions and advice for readers.

This is meant to be a guide to help people give valuable, inspiring feedback, as well as how to send in prompts and requests that are more likely to be used. Remember that these are simply suggestions designed to help YOU as a reader get more of what you want. <3

Please let me know if you have anything to add, as this post was a collaborative effort and it can only get better with more input.

What Readers Can Do

1. Like and reblog the stories you enjoy. Fanfic authors don’t get paid. Their only “currency” is notes and feedback. Seeing the notes climb, as silly as it may seem, is a huge motivator to write more. If you are shy about using your main blog for this, you can always create a sideblog and reblog the fic you like there. Authors will notice this and it’s also a great record when you want to go back to fic that you enjoy!

2. Positive feedback! A simple “I love this” or “I can’t wait for more” is great if that’s all you have to say, as well as general writer appreciation, but even better...

3. Comment with specifics. What did you like about the story or writing style? You can talk about the plot itself, characterization, dialogue, the writer’s voice or sense of humor, how the story made you feel, what you’d like to see more of...anything, even the smallest detail, that made you enjoy reading it. Nothing is more motivating for a writer than knowing that their hard work is appreciated.

Some examples of great comments with places to fill in the blanks with specifics. Feel free to use all or part of these as templates when you want to send a comment but you’re not sure where to begin:

[Author Name] - your last fic was so [complimentary adjective]! You really [description of something they did well]. Can’t wait for your next [story/chapter].

[Author Name] - I love [Title] so much! I especially love [part you enjoyed].

I hope we get more of [Title] from [Author Name]. It is [complimentary adjective].

Just read [Title] and [exclamation]! I am [emotion or state of mind].

I really loved [Title] by [Author Name]! My favorite part was probably [specific impactful theme or moment in fic], because it really made me feel [emotional response].

I am [emotion or state of mind] over [Title] by [Author Name]. It was so [descriptive adjective] when [describe moment in story].

Some more examples of really great, detailed, inspiring comments.

4. Start an actual dialogue with an author. As mentioned above, reblogging with comments (even just in the tags) is great. You can also send asks directly to their blogs, DM them, or send additional asks when they respond. Authors may have questions for you, and being able to interact can easily spark something or help them find direction where they were stuck. You can find a list of authors’ sideblogs here if you want to send messages directly to them.

5. Direct requests and prompts to specific writers who you enjoy. Start with why you like them and then explain your idea or request. By doing that, they will start off knowing that they are appreciated, making them way more likely to get excited by your suggestion. Try to phrase things in an open-ended and positive way. “I’d love to see how you would handle [prompt situation/pairing/suggestion]” or “here’s an idea, I think you could do something really cool with it.” The more detailed and supportive your prompt is, the more likely it is that someone will get excited and inspired by it. If your request is for “more” of something that exists, include a reason why you like that story, author, etc. If your request is for something different, talk about something else you liked and why.

Examples of how to send in requests and prompts to specific writers, or include a compliment:

[Author Name(s)] is/are awesome and I would love for them to write more [ship or thing you love].

I would give anything for more [ship or request], especially if it’s similar to [Title(s)], they are my favorite!

I love [Author Name]’s style so much, and I’d be so happy if they wrote [ship/thing you want from them].

I wonder how [Author Name] or [Author Name] would handle [idea]? I would love to read that!

[Title] by [Author Name] is so [positive adjective]! It makes me really want them to try [idea] because I bet they would [motivating phrase like “kill it!”].

[Author Name] - have you ever considered writing [prompt]? [Motivating sentence like “I would die for that!”]

I really love [ship], especially [story title(s)/author name(s)]. I would love to see one where [prompt].

6. Creating artwork, edits, moodboards, or anything inspired by a story you like. This is like, the PINNACLE for most writers. Knowing that someone connected to something you wrote enough to take time out of their day to create something inspired by your story. It’s like drugs. ART IS DRUGS PASS IT ON.

7. If you are a writer, comment on other writers’ stories! You know more than anyone how hard they worked, so please show your fellow authors some love.

Demotivators

1. Anything that sounds aggressive or demanding. You catch more flies with honey.

2. Complaining about the lack of a certain ship, ESPECIALLY if ANYTHING featuring that ship has been posted in the last month of so. Writers are reading these comments, especially if they have posted recently. Can you imagine how demoralizing it is to post a story and then 3 days later, read a comment bemoaning how there’s NOTHING from that ship, that ship is dead, etc? Like this, written about one of the most popular, enduring ships in the fandom with some of the most prolific, talented writers here:

Don’t be that anon. ^

3. Begging and whining, especially for something extremely vague - this sounds way less cute than you think, and reading something like “I will die if I don’t get more [ship]” is more annoying than inspiring. Especially if, as stated above, the thing you are dying over already exists.

4. Giving nothing at all. Most of the writers expect to at least see their work is noticed. If there are no responses at all, they can’t provide you with anything new. And worst case scenario, they lose the motivation to finish it because they think no one is interested.

Notes From Some Writers (and Readers!)

“I’m famously horrendously bad at abandoning fics but about 95% of my will to continue to keep writing is because I know other people are reading and interested that I keep writing, and I’m sure that’s how a lot of other writers operate too. We’re all fuelled by positive reinforcement, so please tell us! Oh, and btw, commenting just to get mad at lack of updates is not encouragement and is actually super irritating and stressful. Just so ya know.” - Edith

“Having an artist come to you and say ‘Hey, I was inspired by your story’ is FANTASTIC. And also encouraging because someone has taken time to create something and say ‘hey, I really liked the thing you made’. It becomes a cycle.” - Kitschy

“Take a look anywhere, on AQ or ao3 or any other platforms. You’ll see (on ao3), probably at most, 10:1 ratio for hits to kudos, alone. There are even less comments. On AQ, probably a 10:1 ratio for likes to reblogs, and the most popular fics only have a little over 100 notes period. Now, consider that it can take a writer months to be happy with a fic they submit. This takes countless hours. Fiction writers, in real life, get money for their work. We get nothing. Nothing, that is, except whatever appreciation you can give us. If we put work and our hearts and souls into something and get nothing, we question our talent, our abilities, our devotion. We refresh the pages where our works are posted constantly, hoping for some feedback, some appreciation, and most readers only read the fiction and give no feedback or appreciation whatsoever.

“All you, as a reader, have to do to make us happy is take 1 to fifteen minutes out of your day to leave a comment, send an ask, send a message to a sideblog. Leave commentary in the tags if you reblog. Any reaction at all. It is all we get for the work we put in.” - Miss Bianca

“My 2 cents I guess is just to get into a habit of acknowledging works that you like. Even for me I'll read stuff and really enjoy it but forget to comment or like it so I'm gonna work on it and I’d like everyone else do it as well. Once people get in the habit of commenting and liking it becomes second nature and with that kind of positive environment it allows writers to grow.” - MissChimKi

“Going back in time, my first work was posted two years ago, and the last comment I got was a huge thank you for writing such a good story and the emotions of that reader, it’s the kind of tiny little things that give me fuel to keep writing.” - Saiphl

“I once wrote 5000 words in a day simply because someone told me that they were reading my smut in church. So, extreme enthusiasm is awesome, but don’t feel like you have to exaggerate and say ‘this is the best thing I ever read.’ A simple ‘I am going to hell...I was in a church service reading Exposed chapter 9’ is more than enough!” - Veronica

“Something that motivates me as a writer is when readers pick out parts of my fic to say why they enjoyed them. Advice for readers would be to never think you’re complimenting too much! I’ve seen some readers cut their asks short because they don’t want to gush too much. As writers we love praise and attention, we’re like Tinkerbell really!” - Vixen

What It Can Feel Like To a Writer to Read the Asks (Inspired by @artificialeevee )

#reader tips #admin post

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deadlybeautydbz · 5 years

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Let It Snow

I asked for prompt ideas, you guys delivered with so many great suggestions, and now I’ve (hopefully) delivered a nice lil story for you.

So since it's still 500,000 degrees here and hot as hell, I decided to kick of the prompt revival with @profoundlytenaciousgalaxy‘s suggestion of Marron seeing her first snow, in the hopes that it would cool me down (it didn’t). Hope you like it!

I will say that I do feel like this was some what rusty and not some of my best writing but I’ll get back in the swing of it. I hope you enjoy it none the less.

Anyway, story below the cut, please keep sending me your prompt ideas and suggestions! I love hearing from you all!

Let It Snow

“Mummy, Daddy!” Marron called as she hurtled down the hall towards her parents’ bedroom. “Mummy, Daddy!” The door burst open and a second later a small blonde girl scrambled up onto the big bed, and sat herself down between her parents.

“Mummy, Daddy, there’s sand outside!”

“Marron…” 18 groaned and lifted her head just high enough to crack one eye open, for the sole purpose of checking that her child wasn’t bleeding. She was fine. And with that, 18 let her head flop back down onto the pillow. The room was still dark, what time was it anyway? “Shhh. Keep your voice down please.” She pleaded. “We don’t want to wake Daddy. He just got home from work.”

“Oops” Marron winced and lifted her index finger to her lips. She knew that it was important to be quite when Daddy was sleeping “Shhh.”

Turning her attention to her father, Marron leaned right in until her face was almost pressed against Krillin’s cheek. “Are you asleep, Daddy?” she whispered into his ear, and sat back up, waiting hopefully for a response. Life was always more fun for Marron when her daddy was home to play with her.

Krillin’s eyes were closed, and he appeared to be snoring. Her shoulders slumped and her bottom lip puckered into a cute little pout. Accepting that she’d been defeated, Marron turned back towards 18, and that was when Krillin pounced.

“Boo!” Krillin cried, and reached out for Marron, grabbing her in a bear hug amidst shrieks of surprised delight, and pulled her back in against him. “Tricked you!”

“Daddy!” Marron cried. She wriggled and squirmed and laughed as Krillin tickled her and tousled her hair. “You tricked me!”

“I sure did.” A long yawn escaped Krillin’s lips. He’d only slunk into bed twenty minutes earlier after a gruelling nightshift. Lazily, he lifted up the duvet and Marron quickly scurried underneath, snuggling up to her daddy and wrapping her arms around his neck. “You know what, firefly,” he mused lazily and kissed the top of his daughter head. “I think you’ve gotten bigger since I tucked you in last night.”

“I have not!”

“No it’s true. What are you now, ten, eleven? You’ll be all grown up before I know it!”

“Daddy, stop being silly,” Marron wriggled around in his arms and placed a tiny hand on either side of his face, glaring up at him with a stern look that she had most certainly inherited from her mother. “I’m four, Daddy.”

“Four?” Krillin’s brow furrowed and he looked down at the little blonde firecracker in his arms “That can’t be right.”

“It is, Daddy, I’m four, I promise!”

“Alright then, if you say so,” Krillin admitted defeat.

“Daddy, there is sand outside!” Marron exclaimed, suddenly remembering why she had come racing into her parent’s room in the first place.

“Sand?”

“Yeah, sand, like at Grandpa Roshi’s house.”

“It’s not sand, firefly, its snow.”

“Snow?” Marron looked thoroughly perplexed. “What’s snow?”

“Well, it’s kinda like sand, but it’s very very cold, and it falls from the sky. It’s kind of like frozen rain. Why don’t you go and get dressed and we’ll go outside and check it out.”

Marron didn’t need to be told twice. As quick as a fiddle, she had raced down the bed and was gone.

Seizing the opportunity, Krillin shimmied across the bed towards his wife, who had been watching the tender interaction between father and daughter with a loving smile. “Good morning, my love,” he said, and placed a slow kiss on 18’s lips.

“Good morning,” she replied as they parted. “How was work?”

Krillin rested his head against 18’s shoulder and draped an arm lazily over her waist. Her body was so warm under the blankets, and the way she automatically rolled into him, so that their bodies were pressed together made Krillin feel so cocooned and protected. “Long and exhausting” he replied. “We were called out to eight traffic incidents once the snowstorm hit. I don’t think I sat down for more than five minutes in my entire shift.” Already Krillin could already feel his eyes growing heavy again, it would be nothing just to slip back into his peaceful slumber.

18 sighed and relaxed against her husband, enjoying the feeling of his warm breath against her neck. She really hated when he worked his nightshift blocks; and even though Krillin was more than capable of handling himself, she had to admit that that thought of him wandering the streets after dark caused her worry. All it took was one moment of carelessness, or one bad judgement and it could all be over. And 18 was more than aware of the fact that Krillin had reached the end of the line when it came to magical dragon revivals. He was just as mortal as any other man now.

“I should get up before I fall asleep.” Krillin’s eyes were closed and his voice nothing more than a heavy murmur. “I promised Marron.”

Gently, 18 reached up and ran her fingers across Krillin’s hair, she felt him smile against her shoulder as she repeated the soothing motion again and again. “It’s okay,” she said, softly. “Go to sleep. You need to rest. You’re not as young as you used to be know you,” she teased.

That was enough to rouse Krillin from his semi-conscious state. He didn’t need his wife reminding him that he was rapidly approaching 40, he was already lamenting that fact enough without her added commentary. Dipping into his final reserves of energy for the day, Krillin forced himself to put on a show for 18, and he leapt out of bed with the enthusiasm of someone half his age.

It was cold outside the warm cocoon of their bedroom, and a shiver ran up Krillin’s spine as he padded softly down the hallway, dressed only in his pyjama pants. The snow had come down hard overnight; outside the first rays of morning light had only just peaked over the horizon, and the whole world seemed to have a pre-dawn stillness to it.

“Marron,” Krillin peaked his head around a doorframe and into his daughter’s bedroom, expecting to see her tossing her clothes around the room as she decided on the days outfit – again, a trait she got from 18 and definitely not him. But the room was empty. “Marron,” he called again, softly so as not to disturb 18 who had probably already drifted back to sleep. “Where are you?”

“Out here, daddy!” came a cheery reply from somewhere down at the front of the house, and Krillin smiled and let out a breath that he hadn’t realised had caught in his throat when Marron hadn’t been where he’d expected her to be.

To say that Krillin was protective of his wife and daughter would be somewhat of an understatement. A combination of knowing that the universe was full of bad guys who seemed to have a vendetta against the Earth and who could show up at any time and wipe them all out; and that his city was just full of run of the mill scumbags, whom Krillin often arrested while he was wearing an identifying name badge, was enough to cause him to lose sleep. If anything ever happened to either of them... Krillin stopped and redirected his chain of thought before he went too far down that miserable rabbit hole.

Marron was sitting on the couch, legs swinging back and forth with excitement when Krillin entered the room. “C’mon daddy, let’s go!” she jumped up as soon as she saw him, “Let’s go outside and play!”

“Woah, hold up there, firefly,” Krillin had to laugh at Marrons enthusiasm. He squatted down in front of her, so that he could rest on his heels, and brushed a few strands of unruly bed hair from Marron’s face. “What did we talk about in bed? It’s snow outside, not sand, and it’s very cold, so why are you dressed for the beach?”

Marron shrugged. She clearly didn’t see anything wrong with her swimsuit and sunhat combo, either that, or the concept of snow was completely lost on a four year old.

“C’mon,” Krillin smiled and lifted Marron up onto his hip. “Let’s go change.”

- Half an hour later, everyone, 18 included, was up, had had their breakfast – and in Krillin’s case, an extra strong black coffee, and was dressed appropriately in their warm winter gear. Scarves, beanies, mitten, jackets, the works! All things that Krillin nor 18 would ever have imagined owning in their previous life on Kame Island and which had cost a small fortune to buy for their new life in Satan City.

“Are you ready?” Krillin asked as he tied the laces on Marron’s boots, “It’s going to be extra cold outside, remember.”

“Ready!” Marron shouted, barely able to contain herself, “I wanna play in the snow!”

“Alright,” Krillin opened the door and Marron shot out into the yard.

“Marron, be careful!” Ever watchful, 18’s eyes didn’t leave her daughter as she bounced around the backyard, “Please don’t slip!”

“She’ll be fine,” Krillin reassured his wife as he finished pulling on his work boots. He liked these boots, and wore them at every opportunity, the solid bottoms on them made him at least an inch taller. “It’s just the backyard.”

18 wasn’t convinced. Marron wasn’t the only one who had never seen snow before, and 18 had to admit as she stepped out onto the back porch of their little home, that she hardly recognised her own yard. Everything has been coated in a deep dusting of white fluff, and more was falling from the sky by the minute. It was freezing – well below zero, and for someone who was much more acclimatised to tropical living, 18 was shocked at just how cold the air was as it rushed past her face.

The family had moved to Satan City around seven months ago, when Krillin had graduated from the police academy. They had just caught the tail end of their first city summer, and 18 had thoroughly enjoyed the balmy nights outside in this very backyard, grilling late into the evening as the sun set, pottering around in her vegetable garden and watching Marron climb all over her jungle gym. Even though they had only been in their new home for a relatively short amount of time, it had already provided 18 with some of her favourite memories.

This though, this was…. something else. The temperature had been steadily dropping for the last few weeks, and the weather reports had been promising that the first snow of the season wouldn’t be far away, but 18 hadn’t expected this – it was like stepping out of her house and into another world where colour didn’t exist.

“Mummy, Daddy, come and play with me!” Marron picked up a wad of fresh, fluffy snow in her gloved hands, and tossed it up above her, laughing with glee as she danced around the yard.

Eager to join her daughter, if for no other reason than to supervise, 18 stepped off the porch, and instantly sunk into the ground. She was, all of a sudden, buried in the snow up to her knees. Her surprised yelp caught the attention of Krillin, who upon seeing his wife’s predicament, was unable to control his raucous laughter.

“What happened babe?” He teased, as he approached the edge of the porch to survey the situation.

“Shut up.”

“Now, now, that’s no way to talk to the handsome police officer who has come to rescue you.” There was a mischievous glint in Krillin’s eye as he spoke. He was enjoying this. “Ah, it seems what’s happened here, young lady, is that you stepped off the porch right where a big pile of snow has fallen from the roof.”

“I know what’s happened, Krillin, just help me out of here.”

“You’ve really got to be more careful, ma’am. This could have ended much worse.”

“Krillin…” 18’s voice was becoming tense.

“Look!” Krillin laughed and threw his arms around 18’s shoulders. Being knee deep in snow, and Krillin still standing on the safety of the porch, he was now taller than her by almost an entire head. He ducked his head down for a kiss, and it was all 18 could do to wrap her arms around his waist and kiss her goofy husband back. He was a complete dork, there was no doubt about that, but he was her dork and she loved him. Even when he was being a smartarse.

“This is weird,” she said, and waved her hands between them. Her nose crinkled and Krillin placed another quick peck on the end of it.

“You’re right,” he agreed and held out his hand to help pull 18 up out of the snow. Once they were back on even footing, he went back in for another kiss at their usual height discrepancy. “That’s better.”

“Much,” 18 agreed.

“C’mon” Krillin again offered his hand, which 18 was quick to accept, and with their gloved fingers intertwined, they ventured out from under the cover of the porch and into the yard.

“Mummy, Daddy!” Marron came bounding towards her parents, “Look!” she scooped up two big handfuls of snow and tossed it high into the air. Watching Marron frolic and play, seeing her so happy, brought smiles to the faces of both her parents.

“Check this out, Marron,” Krillin followed his daughters lead, and scooped up a handful of snow. Marron watched in awe, and he shaped and moulded the snow in his hand until he had formed a somewhat lumpy, not completely round wad of snow. “This is called a snowball. And do you know what you do with snowballs?”

“What daddy?”

“You throw them!” Krillin exclaimed and pitched the snowball directly at a totally unsuspecting 18. It exploded on contact, covering poor 18, who was as clueless as her daughter as to the utility of snowballs, in a plume of snow. Her entire face and torso now camouflaged into the bleakness of the backyard.

“Krillin!” She shrieked, but her words were completely drowned out by the hysteric laughter of both Krillin and Marron, and any anger she felt over her husband’s sneak attack quickly dissipated once she saw the pure and unfiltered joy on their faces.

“My turn, Daddy!”

“Okie dokey,” Marron scooped another handful of snow, and Krillin gently guided her hands with his own, helping her form in to the required ball shape. “But don’t throw this one at Mummy okay, I don’t think she liked it.”

“Okay!” Marron complied and tossed her snowball directly into Krillins face, from point blank range. He let himself fall back into the snow, laughing all the way down, and a second later, Marron was on top of him, grabbing handful after handful of freshly fallen snow and sprinkling it down over his face and chest. This was exactly like when they used to play together on the beach.

“Alright. Let me up before you completely bury me!” Krillin said, after letting Marron bucket snow over him for another couple of minutes. As he sat up, he felt something cold thump into his back. He whipped his head around, to find 18 standing behind him, arms crossed over her chest and looking smug as all hell.

“Did you see that Marron?” Krillin asked, eyes wide with shock. “Mummy hit me with a snowball. You know what that means, right? Get her!”

What broke out next could only be described as an all-out war. Snowballs and laughter were flying across the yard in all directions. Everyone was covered from head to toe in snow, which was quickly melting as they ran frantically around the yard and warmed their bodies.

It was crazy, Krillin found himself thinking, as the family spent the next half an hour running and jumping, ducking, weaving and assaulting each other with wave after wave of snowballs, that 18 had a reputation for being uncaring and aloof. If only their friends were here now, to see the way she laughed and smiled with Marron as they raced around their frozen playground. She was completely carefree, living in the moment and Krillin, for the millionth time, thanked Kami, or Dende or whoever else would listen for bringing 18 into his life. There was no one in the universe who he loved more or who could be a better mother to his child.

“Hey, honey!” 18 yelled, and stupidly, Krillin turned towards her. He realised half way through the movement what was going to happen, but it was too late and he only just managed to get a glimpse of 18’s cheeky smile before a snowball splatted him square in the face.

Krillin started to run. “I’ll get you for that!” he shouted as he wiped the snow from his eyes. A short chase broke out, but quickly he closed in on 18, and with a lunge he managed to grab her around the waist and tackle her to the ground.

18 landed on her back with a thud, and Krillin came tumbling down on top of her. “Gotcha,” Krillin panted. He was hot and sweaty under his snow gear and he was beginning to come down from his caffeine high. It would certainly be bedtime soon.

“Mmm, it appears you did,” 18 smiled and wrapped her arms around Krillins waist, giving him a squeeze. She lifted her head up from the soft, pillowy snow and found Krillin’s lips with her own. Their faces were both cold and the sensation of their icy lips connecting sent a shiver down 18’s spine. She didn’t object when Krillin deepened the kiss, pushing her back down into the snow and prying her lips apart with his tongue.

“Eww, Mummy, Daddy, yuck!” Marron came trotting over to her parents, who seemed to be completely oblivious to her arrival, and wondering why their game had suddenly stopped. “Stop kissing!” She tossed a couple of snowballs at the pair. The cold snow splashing directly against their flushed faces did the trick, and they reluctantly pulled away.

“Later,” Krillin smiled against 18’s lips, before he stood up and scooped Marron up onto his shoulders. It was a promise that she had every intention of making him keep.

“C’mon, firefly,” With Marron carefully balanced on his shoulders, he reached out his hand to help 18 up from the snow. She found herself eye to eye with her little girl and placed a great big kiss on her rosy cheek. “Time to go inside.” Krillin said, and yawned. He was in desperate need of sleep. “What do you think? Do you like the snow?”

“Yes!” Marron cried, and pumped an enthusiastic fist towards the sky.

“Well that’s good news, because it’s going to be here for a while.” Krillin popped Marron down on the porch and knelt down to help her take her boots off. “So tomorrow I’ll show you how to make a snowman, but for now, Daddy need some sleep. Deal?”

“Deal!”

Let me know what you think, and as always, likes and reblogs are appreciated!

Big Love, D.B

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hjertetssunnegalskap1 · 5 years

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Can I ask about 'The fake boyfriend app' please. For the director's commentary.

Oh wow, this brings me back. “The Fake Boyfriend App” was the second fic I wrote, my very first Skam oneshot, and the very first fic about apps (the first part of my series “Apps of love”).

While I wrote my first fic, “Don’t leave me (alone)”, I never thought I would write more fics. I had this one idea, and that was it, I thought. But then I read this article about fake boyfriend apps, and was amused by the idea. Also, SkamFicWeek had some really inspiring prompts, and so I wanted to write this oneshot, where Isak and Even are flatmates, Isak is pining helplessly, and tries out a fake boyfriend app to get over Even.

I think this is the only fic where I’ve written Even as more or less withdrawn in the beginning. I remember that I struggled to figure out a way to get Isak to pine in secret for Even, and I ended up with this misunderstanding from the start, making Isak believe that Even was heartbroken over Sonja/ not liking him, and Even withdrawing for a second time because of something else (I won’t spoil it, but it’s inspired by the show).

Even dated people, and it was pretty clear that he was interested in anyone but Isak (which was both hurtful and fucking annoying), so Isak decided to go on a couple of dates, too. It didn’t work, though. There was always something that was wrong. He had even tried Tinder, but all the sleazy messages freaked him out.

No one compared, basically. No one was Even.

So now he was trying this. A Fake Boyfriend.

When I wrote Isak making up the backstory for his fake boyfriend, I had a lot of fun with it. The fake boyfriend ended up with a mix between Even-traits and traits that I imagine Isak would find appealing.

I had a lot of fun writing the dialogue with the fake boyfriend, too:

“Maybe we can meet up next weekend? We can have a romantic dinner, drinks, watch a movie… and then have some time alone, maybe?”

Isak rolled his eyes.

“Well I would prefer watching Narcos and eating chips and drinking beer, but you know that.”

“Well, Izz, it’s lucky I’m versatile, then. Narcos and chips it is.”

Isak stared at the text. What the fuck? This was definitely not written by a bot.

Isak’s next text was: “Oh whoa wait it just occurred to me that you aren’t a bot.”

This terminally shattered the fourth wall, of course. There was silence for a moment. Then:

“Would you prefer it if I were one?”

Isak swallowed. Having a person on the other end of the line sort of killed the appeal for Isak. Well, mostly. Once Isak realized that Paul the Fake Boyfriend probably was a human, he just couldn’t switch to playfully pretending that he was dating this person. Why would he want to talk to more humans than he already did? He had been prepared to do the boyfriend charade with a robot for the sake of science – in fact, he was kind of looking forward to it. Something with this real person made it feel weird, almost unsafe. So, yeah, he would prefer a robot.

After this, Isak met Even in the kitchen, and was surprised when Even didn’t just disappear for once. It was really fun to write this sequence, where a lot was revealed.

I’m still kinda fond of this exchange:

He couldn’t help himself, he had to ask. – What’s your type, then?

Even met his gaze for a moment, then he looked away. – Fuck, I don’t know, Isak. I’m pansexual. I don’t have a type, I just fall in love.

Isak thought about that for a moment. He finally knew what Even identified as, but the most interesting part was that it was quite an obvious deflection. If Even had a type, it didn’t have to be about gender. Isak hadn’t seen all of Even’s dates, but the three he had seen, had all been cute, tall and lean. He didn’t know about their personalities, though. He never got to talk much to any of them.

– What’s yours?

Isak was startled. – Huh?

– What’s your type? Even said, staring at him closely.

Isak swallowed. You. You’re my type. YOU ARE MY FUCKING TYPE, EVEN!

I don’t know what more to say about this fic without spoiling all of it. I mean, there are no big surprises, but I still. There might still be someone out there, wanting to read a short and silly oneshot with pinging and sweet loving.

Looking at the whole story now, I would maybe spell out a thing or two a little more towards the end, and I would maybe tone down some of Isak’s emotions. But all in all, I’m sort of pleased with myself and surprised that the beat of the story works as well as it does. And the mix of the Even moments and the fake boyfriend sequences work, too.

This was a fun re-read. Thank you so much for this opportunity to go back and look at it again!

Please send me an ask for the director’s commentary!

#skam #evak #skamfic #director's commentary #ask #the fake boyfriend app #apps of love

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worryinglyinnocent · 7 years

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@white-throated-packrat prompted: “SGU or SGU xover -- the escort!fic where Rush is the escort, character of your choice his client (or where Gloria and Rush are enacting a fantasy because they're married dorks who indulge each other)”

Given the huge angst potential of escort!verses, this one is just two married dorks roleplaying.

I have had an idea for actual!escort!RushxGloria though, so never say never to seeing that in the future.

Thanks to @woodelf68 for Gloria’s maiden name.

Rated: NC-17

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It’s not the fanciest hotel in the town, but it’s clean and comfortable and it serves its purpose. Gloria turns down the bedcovers, wonders if that looks too presumptuous, and pulls them back up again. He should be arriving any minute now, and there’s a definite thrum of excitement running through her veins.

There’s a soft knock on the door and Gloria rushes across to answer it, and she takes him in from top to toe. Hair on the long-ish side, delicate spectacles, scruffy stubble over his chin, just the way she likes to feel it scrape against the inside of her thighs. Crisp white shirt and dark jeans, prominent belt buckle drawing her attention to the promise below it. Gloria licks her lips.

“Miss Miller, I presume?” he says, accent already thick and slushy with arousal, and Gloria nods, letting him into the room. She remembers the first time Nicholas called her Miss Miller, all those years ago. It’s been a long time. She prefers Mrs Rush now, but hearing her maiden name from his lips is always a bit of a thrill, especially in the bedroom.

“You must be Nicholas,” she says, locking the door behind him. “Thank you for coming.”

Part of her still can’t believe her husband agreed to enact this silly little fantasy of hers, but they’ve been sleeping together for over twenty years and sometimes a change of scene and a change of role is a good thing to keep that spark alive and burning steadily.

“It’s my pleasure,” Nicholas replies. “Now, Miss Miller, would you like to take the lead tonight? Just tell me what you’d like me to do; your wish is my command.”

Gloria has to give a giggle and Nicholas snorts.

“All right, all right,” he grumbles, breaking character. “Suave isn’t exactly my middle name and I don’t have any first hand experience of how this kind of thing works.”

“Maybe you should have tried it out to pay your way through college,” Gloria suggests.

“I’d never have met you then,” Nicholas points out. “You were just as broke as I was. About three quarters of our dates consisted of eating pot noodles in your flat and giving running commentary on your roommates’ sex lives. You’d hardly be hiring an escort for the evening.”

“True.” Gloria hooks her arms around his neck and leans in close, bringing them back to the present. “I want you to kiss me,” she says decisively, once more Miss Miller with her paid-for pleasure. “Kiss me and undress me and lick me till I scream,” she breathes in his ear.

Nicholas is more than happy to oblige, slanting his mouth over his wife’s and cupping her face as his tongue slips over hers. Gloria’s never been particularly vocal about her wants and needs in the bedroom, and to hear her taking control and commanding like this sends a rush of heat straight to his groin where he’s already starting to stir. He trails his mouth down over her chin and neck, then back up to her lips, running his hands up and down her sides before pushing her cardigan off her shoulders and down her arms to land in a silky pool at her feet. She shivers as he brushes his fingertips over the newly exposed skin of her shoulders and decolletage, tracing a line down where her top meets her skin and dipping into her cleavage. Finally he pulls the top over her head and gently squeezes her full breasts, the lace of her bra rough against his palms and her nipples already hard and puckered.

“This is new,” he comments, looking at the pale pink rose-patterned lace. Gloria nods.

“Specially bought for the occasion,” she says. “It’s a matching set,” she adds, words heavy with meaning, and she steps out of her shoes. Nicholas doesn’t need any further prompting to unfasten her trousers and push them down over her hips to get a glimpse of the matching thong.

Gloria suits pale colours; brights wash her out. Pinks, dove greys, delicate floral motifs and creams. Those are her colours, his true English Rose.

“We’re not very good at this roleplaying thing, are we?” Gloria comments as his hands on her hips pull her in closer again and she leans in to capture his mouth.

“Well, you will wear gorgeous undies that I am a devoted enough husband to notice,” Nicholas points out once he finally pulls away. “And I don’t notice a lot of things.”

“You didn’t notice I’d started wearing reading glasses.”

“Yes, there’s no need to rub it in, Miss Miller,” Nicholas says pointedly. “Now, you said something about being undressed and licked until you scream and I plan to carry out your instructions to the letter.”

He nibbles his way down her neck, swiping his tongue over her skin as he goes, and then over her shoulder, grabbing her bra strap with his teeth and pulling it down, lapping his way across the tops of her breasts to the other side and down her arm.

“I think we might be more comfortable on the bed,” he says from the crook of her elbow. “Or else I’ll get a crick in my neck.”

Gloria grins and goes to turn down the covers, getting comfortable against the pillows and letting her thighs fall apart, watching him between her legs as toes off his shoes, discards his socks and tosses his glasses onto the nightstand befores he settles himself on the mattress, just gazing at her.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers, barely more than a breath, and even though they’ve been married for so long, Gloria still feels heat suffuse her face at the compliment. “There’s just one thing missing.”

He reaches round behind her head and carefully undoes the clip holding her hair up, letting it tumble down to her shoulders.

“There,” he says, cupping her cheek and running his thumb over her lips. “Now you’re Miss Miller.”

Gloria just grabs him and pulls him in for another kiss, cradling him snugly between her thighs.

“You know, if you want me to, in your words, undress you and lick you till you scream,” Nicholas points out, punctuating his words with little butterfly kisses over her cheeks and nose, “you’re probably going to have to let go at some point.”

With a sigh of mock regret, Gloria sprawls her arms out over the pillows.

“Please me, Nicholas,” she purrs, and the grin that he gives her in return is positively devilish.

“As you wish, Miss Miller.”

He sits back on his haunches, running his hands up and down her sides and over her breasts, squeezing them through her bra, his touch featherlight and teasing and leaving her wriggling against the sheets, moaning as he bends to lick a stripe down her cleavage.

“Nicholas!” she gasps.

“Oh darling, I’m just getting started.”

He reaches around under her as she arches off the bed under his touch and he finds her bra fastening, pinging it open and pulling the garment down her arms slowly and reverently, feasting his eyes on the soft, pale mounds of her breasts as they’re revealed. Nicholas really does love Gloria’s breasts. He loves all of her, but he’s always been a breast man and hers are so very lovely. He buries his face against her chest, teasing her with little licks and nibbles, swirling his tongue around her nipple and sucking on the pert bud, drawing another squeaky gasp from her throat. She moans as he moves over to the other side, and he smiles against her skin before repeating his ministrations, fingers coming up to cup her neglected breast and rub his thumb around her areola.

“Nicholas!”

He looks up at her and winks and his name becomes a groan in her throat as he kisses his way lower, down over her soft belly to the waistband of her underwear, grabbing the lace between his teeth and pulling it down, nosing at her soft, dark golden curls as he goes past. There’s a bit of not-very-sexy wriggling to get the thing off and thrown over Nicholas’s shoulder into the pile of already discarded clothing, but Gloria’s too turned on to care about the lack of finesse. Soon Nicholas’s mouth is back on her, licking up the inside of her thighs and kissing along the crease where hip melds to torso, but never touching her where she wants it. She cards her fingers in his hair, trying to direct him back between her legs where she can already feel herself hot and wet and desperate to be touched.

“The customer’s always right,” she breathes.

“But of course.”

He drops a kiss onto her mons and finally slips his tongue into her folds, lapping up her ready honey and probing gently with the very tip of his tongue, finding her clit and drawing a circle around it, just the way she likes. Nicholas has a silver tongue, she’s always been convinced of that from the way he can talk and mesmerise a class with the way his brogue rolls over the words, to the way he can sweet-talk the dean when his paperwork’s late because he got carried away with an equation, to the way he can make her fall apart so thoroughly with his mouth.

One long finger finds its way inside her and curls, stroking gently as he keeps licking and kissing, pressure now hard, now light, now with the flat of his tongue, now with the tip. Gloria closes her eyes, thighs tight around his head, never wanting him to move. Even after over a decade and a half of marriage, he can still leave her breathless, still make her scream as if they’re back on their wedding night.

“Nicholas!”

He feels the moment she comes before she shouts, her inner walls clenching around him and a rush of wet heat over his fingers. He carefully pulls them out and licks them clean, watching Gloria come down from her climax. She really is so gorgeous when she comes undone like this. She’s quiet and self-contained like he is, and to know that he’s the one to make her fall apart like this gives him a little sense of pride.

She watches him through pleasure-narrowed eyes for a moment before beckoning him up and wiping her juices off his lips and chin.

“I do hope I carried out your instructions to your satisfaction, madam,” he says solemnly, before being unable to contain a snort of laughter, which then sets Gloria off.

“We’re really not very good at this,” she says. “But yes, that was just what I wanted. Thank you.”

“Glad to be of service.” He tips an imaginary hat. “What would you like to do now, Miss Miller? I’m sure you’d like to get your money’s worth…”

Gloria has to stifle her giggles in the pillows, but then she composes herself with a cough and runs a hand down Nicholas’s body to where his erection is tenting the front of his jeans.

“Now I think I’d like to see what’s underneath,” she says, propping herself up on one elbow, still a little bit dazed from her orgasm, and watching the way Nicholas’s lithe body moves as he gets off the bed, fishes a couple of condoms out of his back pocket, and begins to undress. He’s always looked good in white shirts and jeans, but he looks even better not in white shirts and jeans. His cock bobs eagerly as he shoves his boxers down his legs, and Gloria gives a little smirk.

“And the verdict?” he asks, running his hands through his hair with just the tiniest show of embarrassment as he lets her look her fill.

“Oh, I like what I see.” She reaches out and grips his cock, giving him a lazy stroke up and down and revelling in his little moan of arousal. “And I think I’d like to feel it inside me.”

Nicholas doesn’t need inviting twice, getting back onto the bed with her and kissing her deeply, and for a moment it’s a frantic, clumsy fumble of hands and limbs and foil wrapper and fingers everywhere, until Nicholas has his arms around her back and pulls her over on top of him.

“This is your time,” he says softly. “You’re on top. You take the lead.”

She reaches down to line them up and gradually sinks down onto his cock as far as is comfortable, rocking her hips to try and find that perfect spot inside.

“God, Glo…” Nicholas is breathing hard, canting his own pelvis in response to her, perfectly matched, and she still feels a fingertip slip into her folds above where they’re joined and give her just the touch she needs to fall over that edge again, taking him with her a few moments later, feeling him thrust up and then still whilst she’s too spaced out to move. Gloria flops down and pillows her head against Nicholas’s shoulder, and after a while, he turns them so that he can slip out of her and get rid of the condom.

“Thank you,” she murmurs as he returns from the bathroom and pulls her into his arms once more.

“My pleasure.” He pauses. “Literally, in fact.”

Gloria gives a soft huff of laughter against his skin.

“We’re really bad at this.”

“I think we gave the people in the next room a fright with the noises we were making,” Nicholas says sleepily. “I’d say we were quite good at this.”

“I mean the whole roleplaying thing.”

“Well, you know what they say. Practice makes perfect.”

Gloria gives him a look, and he raises a nonchalant eyebrow, and they both burst out laughing again.

“I love you, Nicholas.”

“I love you too, Gloria.”

They fall into a happy, sated slumber together, and as she drifts off, Gloria wonders about Nicholas’s words. Maybe they can do this again some time. Maybe they can reverse the roles.

She smiles at the thought before sleep overtakes her, little knowing that Nicholas is thinking very much along similar lines…

#SGU #GloriaxNick #white-throated-packrat #woodelf68 #Super Fluffy Smutty Sunday #SFSS 2017

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chrisaldrich · 5 years

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Lurking, Twitter, The Commons, and Private Posts

Lurking

Yesterday I was catching up on chat logs and ran across a stub for lurking on the IndieWeb wiki. I cleaned up the formatting a bit and added some additional material. Later Ton Zĳlstra dropped a link to his excellent article from 2004 on the topic: Lurking and Social Networks (though honestly, I first came by the link courtesy of our good friend Jeremy Cherfas who added it to the wiki page).

Lurking is the quiet watching/listening that what many people of the web do in chat rooms in order to begin gauging culture, learning jargon or lingo, and other community norms or unspoken principles before diving in to interact on a more direct level with other participants.

While the word lurking can have a very negative connotation, online it often has a much more positive one, especially in regard to the health and civility of the commons. Rather than rehash what Ton has done an excellent job of doing, I won’t go into the heavy details and history of online lurking, but instead, let’s take a look at where it isn’t in today’s social media landscape.

Twitter

Since 2004, Twitter and a slew of other social media has popped up on the scene and changed many of our prior behaviors concerning lurking. In particular, Twitter’s interface has made it far easier to either like/favorite a post or retweet it.

In comparison the the preceding era of the blogosphere represented by Tons’ post, Twitter has allowed people to send simple notifications back and forth about each others’ posts indicating a lower bar of interaction than writing a thoughtful and measured comment. Now instead of not knowing about dozens, hundreds, or thousands of lurkers, a (micro)blogger would more quickly know who many more of their readers were because they were liking or resharing their content. Naturally there are still many more potential lurkers who don’t interact with one’s posts this way, but these interactions in some way are like adding fuel to the fire and prompt the writer to continue posting because they’re getting some feedback that indicates they’ve got an audience. Twitter has dramatically lowered the bar for lurkers and made it more socially acceptable for them to make themselves known.

Twitter image from the collection Social Decay by Andrei Lacatsu

Of course, not all is rosy and happy in Twitterland as a result of this lowering the social bar. Because it’s so easy to follow almost anyone and interact with them, naturally everyone does. This means that while before one may have lurked a blog for weeks or months before posting a response of any sort, people are now regularly replying to complete strangers without an resistance whatsoever. While this can be valuable and helpful in many instances, oftentimes it comes off as rudely as if one butted into the private conversation of strangers at a public gathering. At the farther end of the spectrum, it’s also much easier for trolls to tag and target unsuspecting victims. As a result, we have the dumpster fire that Twitter has become in the past several years for many of its users.

The problem for the continued health of the commons is how can we maintain a bar for online lurking, but still provide some feedback? How can we keep people from shouting and yelling at passer-by from their proverbial front porches or vice-versa? How might we encourage more positive lurking online before directly jumping into a conversation?

Read Posts and Private Posts

For several years now, as a part of the IndieWeb movement, I’ve been more directly controlling my online identity and owning my content by using my own domain name and my own website (boffosocko.com). While I still use Twitter, I’m generally only reading content from it via a feed reader. When I post to or interact with it, I’m always publishing my content on my own website first and syndicating a copy to Twitter for those who don’t own their online identities or content and (sadly) rely on Twitter to do that for them.

Within this setting, since roughly late 2016, I’ve been posting almost all of what I read online or in books, magazines, or newspapers on my own website. These read posts include some context and are often simply composed of the title of the article, the author, the outlet, a summary/synopsis/or first paragraph or two to remind me what the piece was about, and occasionally a comment or two or ten I had on the piece.

An example read post with context from my website at https://boffosocko.com/2019/06/02/lurking-and-social-networks-ton-zijlstra/

In tandem with these posts, I’m also sending webmentions to the websites of those pieces. These (experimental) read webmentions are simply notifications to the originating site that I’ve read their piece. In our prior framing of lurking or Twitter, I’m sending them the simplest notification I can think of to say, “I’m here lurking. I’m reading or looking at your work.”

I’m not saying that I liked it, favorited it, disliked it, bookmarked it, commented on it, or anything else, but simply that I read it, I consumed it, I spent the time to interact with it. But in contrast with Ton’s older method of looking at server logs to see what kind of traffic his posts are getting, he can see exactly who I am and visit my website in return if he chooses. (Ton’s old method of sifting through those logs was certainly not a fun experience and the data was usually relatively anonymous and useless.) These newer read notifications could potentially give him a much richer idea of who his (lurking) audience actually is. Then when someone shows up with a comment or reply, it’s not completely from out of the dark: they’ve previously indicated that they’re at least somewhat aware of the context of a potentially broader conversation on his site.

These read notifications are semantically different from likes, favorites, or even bookmarks on other platforms. In fact many platforms like Twitter, which has moved from “stars” (with the semantic idea of a favorite) to “hearts” (with the semantic idea of a like), have so few indicators of reaction to a post that the actual meaning of them has been desperately blurred. Personally I’ll use Twitter’s like functionality variously to mean: “I’m bookmarking this (or the linked article within it) for reading later”, “I like this post”, “I’ve read this post”, or even “I’m acknowledging receipt of your reply to me”. That’s just too much meaning to pack into a silly little heart icon.

Because I’m using my own website over which I have complete control, I can make it do a better job of unpacking some of this semantic tom-foolery. I’ve written about it a bit in the past if you care to see some of the details: Thoughts on linkblogs, bookmarks, reads, likes, favorites, follows, and related links. See also: the read-posts tag on this site.

If they choose, some website owners display these read post notifications in one or more ways. Some sites like Aaron Parecki’s or Jeremy Keith’s will show my interactions as bookmarks. Others, primarily WordPress-based websites that support Webmention (via plugin), will actually show these interactions in their comment sections under the heading “Read” and display my photo/avatar as an indicator that I’ve interacted with that post. In the case of read posts on which I’ve written one or more comments, the receiving site also has the option of showing my interaction not as a read/bookmark intent, but could also show my comments as a reply to their post. I’ve written a bit about this and its potential for large news outlets before in Webmentions: Enabling Better Communication on the Internet for A List Apart. There are also some older legacy sites that might show my interactions as a trackback or pingback, but these seem few and far between these days, particularly as those systems are major targets for spam and the Webmention protocol has a richer interaction/display model.

How Jeremy Keith displays shares, likes, and bookmarks (including my read post) in the comment section of his website.

The display of a read post on ColoradoBoulevard.net

A new itch

But as I think about these read posts, lurking, and being more civil on the internet, I have a new itch for some functionality I’d like to add to my website. I very frequently use my website as a digital commonplace book to collect links of things I’ve read, watched, and listened to. I’ll collect quotes, highlights, and even my own marginalia. As I mentioned above, my read posts sometimes have comments, and quite often those comments are really meant just for me and not for the author of the original post. In many cases, when my comments may be too egregious, sensitive, or perhaps even insulting to the original author, I’ll make these posts private so that only I can see them on my site. Of course when they’re private, no notifications are sent to the site at the other end of the line.

Sometimes I would like to be able to send a read notification to the site, but also keep my commentary privately to myself. This allows me to have my notes on the piece and be highly critical without dragging down the original author or piece who I may not know well or the audience of that same piece which I haven’t properly lurked (in the positive community-based sense indicated above) to be as intelligently and sensitively commenting as I would otherwise like. Thus I’d like to build in some functionality so that I can publicly indicate I’ve read a piece (and send a notification), but also so that I can keep the commentary on my read private to either myself or a smaller audience.

I suspect that I can do this in a variety of meta-fields on my website which aren’t shown to the public, but which might be shown to either myself or logged in users. In some sense, this is a subset of functionality which many in the IndieWeb have been exploring recently around the ideas of private posts or by limiting the audience of a post. In my case, I’m actually looking at making a post public, but making smaller sub-portions of it private.

To begin with, I’ll most likely be looking at doing this at a small scale just for myself and my commonplace book, as I can definitely see second and third-order effects and a variety of context collapse issues when portions of posts are private, but others who may be privy to them are commenting on those pieces from the perspective of their public spheres which may not be as private or closed off as mine. i.e.: While I may have something marked as private, privy readers will always have the option of copy/pasting it and dragging it out into the public.

For those interested, I’ll briefly note that Sebastiaan Andeweg just wrote Private posts: the move of the checkins which has some useful and related background to private posts. (Of course I remember exactly when I read it.) I also highly suspect there will be a private posts related session(s) at the upcoming IndieWeb Summit in Portland in June (tickets are still available). I’m interested to see what others come up with on this front.

#audience #bookmark posts #civility #commonplace book #context #context collapse #private posts #read posts #the commons #Twitter #Webmention #IndieWeb #Itch

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