#but sil sure did tell me her opinions on it

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

"nightfall" for the helf trio from the microstory prompts?

nightfall- sileär and silmeniel (omaruin did not want to come on the boat)

The cabin is still dark when Silmeniel shakes Sileär awake, Imroval rocking violently beneath them.

“What’s happening?” Sileär asks, rubbing her eyes as she joins Silmeniel before the wide stern window. “It’s… oh.”

Beyond the window an awesome storm rages, the winds screaming even through the tight-sealed boards of her ship. Never has Sileär seen waves like this, not even that night on Falarië. Imroval is strong and steady, wrought with the songs of both the Falas and of Alqualondë, but it is dark as nightfall though it must be near dawn and Imroval will be hard-pressed to weather this.

“Is this…?” Silmeniel begins, still watching the storm. Sileär slowly shakes her head.

“I don’t know what this is.” But she thinks of the great fleet they saw in the distance a week past, sailing west. “I need to get on deck.” Silmeniel nods, but she remains staring out the window well after Sileär has left.

#am i ever gonna have a good reason to talk about numenor in their main story? #i don't know #but sil sure did tell me her opinions on it #thanks friend :D #ask games #my stories #sil & om

[tom--22--felton]

Dear Val, have you still not realized that the only one talking about the Tom/Roxanne couple is you?? Those interested, especially Tom, have never said anything about it and don't get attached to the family holiday story because even before that photo you were advertising the couple continuously giving content to COL. Among other things, I would like to point out that while he was on holiday with his family, Tom himself distanced himself by publishing a selfie alone at Christmas and New Year, specifically writing greetings from me, Willow and Forrest, a nice way to consider a girl with whom you have a serious relationship, right??) I would have a million other things to point out to you but it would be too long Even though everyone keeps writing to you that something doesn't add up, you remain undeterred and defend the couple as if it were a matter of life or death or worse, as if you were gaining something from it. Even if he kissed that girl on the mouth what would be the problem?? Just as we are not sure that it is a kiss on the mouth, neither are you. From that perspective, are you sure that it is a kiss on the cheek or did Tom call you personally to tell you? Don't you think that all this might not please Tom?? Don't you think that if there is something so important to say that it is up to him to say it?? You talk a lot about mental health and how important it is to him, but there hasn't been a moment in these 3 years where you've worried about Tom's mental health or how he might react to all of this. Then I would like to understand another thing: who is your secret source?? It is not possible that "coincidentally" you always have photos deriving from private profiles and "coincidentally" these contents always concern Roxanne in some way Ah, that's another thing, it was you who gave her popularity to the famous SIL, it's normal that now you exploit her, if you want to make something fade away you no longer have to talk about it, you no longer have to give it importance and the same goes for Roxanne, it would be more correct" I don't know, there's nothing confirmed" or even not accepting certain types of questions rather than marching on this story not caring about everything and everyone as if it were cannon fodder, everything as long as the blog is used, right??

I'm definitely not going to use as many words as you did and will make it short:

It's my right to believe in anything I want. I don't make anyone accept my opinions, i just provide photo proofs

I don't have any sourses and don't gain anything from this blog, except maybe a headache.

It's still my blog and my rules, so I will decide which asks to reply to and which to ignore.

#anonymous ask t22f #soap opera t22f #seahorse drama t22f

[mandaloria314]

2021 Fic Year in Review

Thank for the tag, @shortmage!

Total # of Completed Works: 45!

Total Word Count: 360,500

Fandoms I Wrote In: Star Wars The Mandalorian. (and 1 tiny marvel story)

Looking Back, Did You Write More Fic Than You Thought You Would This Year, Less, Or About What You’d Expected? More. So much more. I’m so grateful to the Mandalorian fandom for inspiring me to want to write as much as I have. It’s been such a fun thing to do during the pandemic. 

What’s Your Own Favorite Story: I put all my favorite fics in a ‘series’ collection here, so check them out! My favorite is probably Senator Boba. It was my first pre-planned bobadin longfic, and I am still enamored with the ideas I explored in it, perhaps even more so because of how the BoBF show is going. 

Did You Take Any Writing Risks This Year? Participating in the BoBF Big Bang. I was nervous to take on such a big project and to collaborate and complete it in a timely fashion. I’m so glad I did. It was fun, and worked out great! Thanks @sunatsubu for making the experience so nice. Fic here. 

Do You Have Any Fanfic Or Profic Goals For 2022? Nope! What happens happens. 

Most Popular Story of the Year? Aureole, my angst-free wish-fulfillment dinluke tabloid-to-romance story. I started that at the end of 2020 and finished in 2021. With all the drama in the dinluke fandom right now, this fic still makes me smile. 

Story Of Mine Most Under-Appreciated By The Universe, In My Opinion: Tough one! I am not sure. Maybe whenever I write gen one-shots about Din, like this one regarding his helmet creed. 

Most Fun Story To Write: Oh absolutely the hilarious Din/Reader fic I co-wrote with @kotemorons in a single google-doc session while laughing my ass off. Runner-up is everything for spa verse series, including the group planning sessions. Let Boba and co have nice things! I will always cherish the fun we had coming up with this.

Most Unintentionally Telling Story: Contract Negotiations. How badly I want to share this with some of my colleagues and old law professors...

Biggest Disappointment: Trying to write a fandom friend a one-shot dinluke for her birthday and getting completely stuck. It’s like, once I wrote Aureole, I couldn’t think of anything else I wanted for that pairing. I do have a cool permanent-body-swap WIP, but I didn’t think of it till 2022. So I had a post-Aureole 2021 dinluke drought, which I made up for by adding Boba to the mix and have enjoyed writing a lot of bobadinluke. In 2021, I wrote over 50k bobadinluke. 

Biggest Surprise: Honestly just how much I’ve been bitten by plot bunnies in 2021 after a long fic hiatus until October 2020 seeing Mando season 2. It’s so fun to be gripped with the urge to WRITE WRITE WRITE. I’m just happy to see my interest perked up. I’m happy to be here creating things and sharing them with you. 

Some no-pressure tags! @kyberpistol, @neverfeedthesarlacc, @kotemorons, @kkrazy256, @dindlarin, @maderilien, @catboydogma, @mandocule, @fake-starwars-fan, @ghost-teat, @jaigeye, @ginnyq, @darkisrising, @sentimental-sil, and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it! 

#ask meme #fanfic year in review #fic year in review #fanfic 2021

[slimy-eye]

Can you really blame Sheogorath for The Red Year?

So today I got into a discord debate with a friend of mine. For those of you that don’t know, the Red Year, which resulted in the destruction of Morrowind and the near extinction of the Dunmer, occurred when the large moonlet (Baar Dau) hanging above the city of Vivec suddenly crashed into the island after the disappearance of the deity, Vivec (Yes, he named a city after himself). The resulting impact set off a lethal chain reaction that ended in the violent eruption of Red Mountain, a huge volcano that made up the bulk of Vvardenfell. But how did we get there? What exactly took place?

It was Sheogorath who flung the moonlet toward the city of Vivec in the first place. He wasn’t too happy about being shown up by a former mortal. Sheogorath had once been a prominent figure in Dunmer culture and worship, so when the Tribunal rose to power and, in a sense, replaced the daedric lords, you can imagine how The House of Troubles was not very pleased. Now keep in mind that all of that is ‘alleged’. While it’s generally believed that Sheogorath is the one that tossed the moonlet toward Vivec, there’s no actual proof of this. The Madgod himself has never come out and said outright that he was responsible, but either way, the general consensus is that he is.

But let’s go beyond that. We have Vivec, a mortal who gained divinity, not through the normal practices of CHIM (such as like Talos), or mantling (HoK) but through a more unconventional method of stealing divinity from the Heart of Lorkhan. Anyways, Vivec is fairly new to the whole ruler and god-king thing by the time Baar Dau ends up flying from the void and towards his new city. Many Dunmer still don’t trust him, or even like him. To some, he is a breath of fresh air, a vision of the future. To others, he is a usurper, a murderer, and a traitor. So what does Vivec do when he sees certain doom descending upon his people? One might think he’d use his newly stolen powers to send the moonlet back into the void, far away from where it could potentially cause harm.

But no. Vivec decides to hold the entire country hostage. He stops Baar Dau from hitting Morrowind, and instead of shooting it back into space, he suspends it above his future city as a symbol of his protection. He wanted the people to love him, and Baar Dau served as not only the perfect display of his divine might and power, but it also acted as a warning. Worship me or else. To scorn Vivec was to lose Morrowind, for he made it clear that he, and he alone, was the one keeping the moonlet suspended above the city. Could the other members of the tribunal do anything about this? Possibly. But Almalexia is a broken shell of her former self, a deity that can no longer tell fact from fiction (in Sotha Sil’s own words), and Sotha Sil himself is withdrawn, and has likely already seen the destruction of Morrowind in the distant future, and thus, believing that it cannot be stopped, has simply not bothered with trying to change what he perceives as the absolute. The inevitable, if you will.

Does this make the tribunal bad for what they did? They betrayed and murdered their friend. They stole power from the Heart of Lorkhan. They raged war on the Dwemer. But Sotha Sil himself says that they are broken people. He tells us that Vivec does what he does because he can never be satisfied. He’ll always want to be more than he can ever possibly be.

But whatever your thoughts on the Tribunal, on Vivec, on whether or not they’re good, or bad, you can’t deny the simple fact of the matter. Sheogorath might have been the one to toss the moon at Morrowind, but it was Vivec that chose to suspend it in place above the country. It was Vivec that decided that forcing the love and reverence of the Dunmer was more important than their lives, their very future. Surely, when he was drawing close to his end (wherever he might have gone), he must have known that without his power to keep Baar Dau in place, that it would crash into the earth and destroy the entire country? But even close to his disappearance, Vivec chooses to do nothing about the moonlet, leaving it to nearly annihilate his own people upon his departure.

So I don’t blame Sheogorath. Vivec had many, many, many long years to be rid of the moonlet, yet he made the conscious choice to use it as a bargaining chip. The Red Year is almost wholly Vivec’s fault, and Vivec’s fault alone. At least in my opinion. Of course, I already know there will be plenty who disagree with me, but that’s what makes discussing lore so enjoyable. All the different view points on things make the deep depths of TES lore much more interesting.

In any case, ramble finished! Lmao

#the elder scrolls #vivec #sheogorath #lore #elder scrolls #morrowind #myramblings #tribunal

[ripspaghet]

bff | 04

↳ series m.list | 00 | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 |

→ pairing: yoongi x reader

→ word count: 4,750

Prologue Summary; Your best friend's boyfriend takes an unhealthy interest in you and just as he shows up something from your past starts to creep up on you again. Could this strange and mysterious man have something to do with it? And should you trust him, or your instincts to run far, far away from him?

→ warnings: angst, swearing

The bell overhead chimes as the doors open, making Seokjin's mouth finally clamp shut before another word can make you slam your head into the register. Your shift had only begun and he was already on a roll about being forced to clean the toilets earlier.

"Welcome to Sil's Coffee, how may we help you?" The slogan fell off your lips like a sigh of relief as you plaster on a bright smile for the customer, coming in from the frigid outside air.

A chuckle erupts from the customer, "I see Seokjin is harassing you again."

"W-What?! I do not-"

"I'd like an iced mocha with caramel. Could you fetch that for me Jin?" Mina slides into the bar chair in front of Seokjin, who bites his tongue before turning around to make her order. The man may loathe his job, but there was no way he'd allow himself to be fired.

"Honestly, just tell him to shut up. You don't have to listen to his whining."

You can hear Seokjin muttering inaudible profanities at Mina and you let out an actual sigh this time, "Seokjin is just expressing himself."

"And this is the best way he knows how? How sad."

"You're coffee." You flinch as a cup is slammed onto the counter and slid into Mina's hands.

"Thanks, handsome." She grins endearingly up at him.

"Can you leave now?" 

"Oh, how rude of you to say to a customer. I wonder what the manager would say?"

You pinch the bridge of your nose, "Mina, stop, for fuck sake." Seokjin is presumably the only person who dislikes Mina more than Jimin, although Mina doesn't dislike Seokjin. She actually likes him, despite his constant rambling. 

Another chime grabs everyone but Mina's attention back to the entrance to see your stumbling yellow-haired friend enter the shop. He swore as he tripped on the entrance's floor-mate, but quickly composed himself and looked up to send you a dazzling smile before gracefully making his way over the seat in front of you, "Good morning, my ray of sunshine." You open your mouth to return the gesture just before someone else strides in behind him. Dark hair, dark eyes, and pale skin sporting a baggy tee and flannel with tight frayed jeans. You grimace at the sight. Of course, he was here. Why wouldn't he be? Mina was here and wherever Mina was, he had the right to be.

"Couldn't you have done us all a favor and let yourself fall?"

"Like I'd ever do a favor for the likes of you." Jimin retorted swiveling around in his chair. 

It's been exactly three weeks since your first session with Yoongi began and you still haven't grown comfortable with the whole ordeal. Especially since Yoongi had all of a sudden started making an effort to include himself in Mina's life more, resulting in him almost always being around. Which is great for Mina, just not so great for you.

"Anyways, how is my love doing?" Jimin reached out for your hands and smiled at you in a way that made it impossible for you to not return the gesture.

"I'm alright." You squeezed his hands reassuringly before pulling away to make his usual drink. At least you had Jimin most of the time. He did a great job of pulling your attention off of the guy just a few feet away from you and settling your nerves.

"I heard how Namjoon left you high and dry. Taehyung has been dogging me for studying material ever since. Is your project coming along alright? I can help you with it?" You tense as you begin pouring the chocolate syrup into Jimin's drink. Maybe you'd spoken too soon again? You hadn't told anyone about studying with Yoongi, out of fear of what Mina would do and judging from the lack of passive aggression coming from her, Yoongi hadn't said anything either.

"N-no, I've got it. You don't need to do that."

"She'd fail for sure if you helped her."

"Mina, nobody was talking to you. Can you shut that trap of yours?" You turn back around and place Jimin's cup in front of him just as Mina reaches over to whack him on the back of the head.

"Yah! Don't you touch me, you witch!"

"Me? A witch?" Mina laughed, "Well, that must make you a troll."

"Mina, stop that." Yoongi's cold metallic voice caught you off guard and you made the mistake of shifting your gaze over to him just as Mina began whining, merely to see he was already watching you, his brown eyes intense and dark. 

Things have been very awkward, for you to say the least. You didn't know what to make of this new relationship you had with Yoongi. Hell, even calling it a relationship felt weird and from every angle, it just seemed wrong. When you so much as looked in Yoongi's direction you felt like you'd just transgressed some imaginary line you'd drawn for yourself. Or maybe it had been drawn by Mina. It was normal for the girl to be possessive and paranoid, even more so when it came to a guy she liked. Mina had been friends with a girl in the past that had stolen guys from her left and right, so now she always assumed you, one of her few female friends, was always plotting against her and knowing this made you extremely cautious.

"You two have been extra snarky this week."

You cleared your throat, trying your best to not seem uncomfortable, "Would you like something to drink, Yoongi?"

"A black coffee would be nice."

You nodded, turning again only to have Seokjin place a black coffee in your hands, "I figured he'd order that again, so I went ahead and made it."

"Oh, here," You slid the drink over to Yoongi, sure to avoid eye contact this time.

"Well, with ____ spending all her time studying lately, I'm left alone to deal with this nuisance." Mina jabbed her finger at Jimin.

"What? I'm the nuisance and yet you're the one constantly complaining about this and that and never shutting up?"

"Shut your mouth Park." Mina flushes red as Yoongi turns his head over, suddenly taking interest in their conversation.

Jimin scoffs and turns back to you, "So, can I hear it?"

"Huh?" You tilted your head.

"Namjoon told me about it, don't be coy. I wanna hear it."

Your cheeks flush at the realization of what he was talking about, "He did what?! No way. I'm not letting you hear anything."

"What are we talking about?" 

"We," Jimin looking back at Mina, pointing at her and then himself, "aren't talking about anything. Me and ____ are." Mina scoffs and turns away from him as he does the same, overeating his attention back on you, "My best friend won't let me hear her sing?"

"What best friend? Last I checked you have no friends." Mina mumbles under her breath, rolling her eyes at Jimin's pouting lips while sipping her drink. He scowls but is quick to ignore her in favor of you.

Damn, they really are at each other's necks right now.

"Why are you embarrassed? I know you're good. Namjoon said your voice is amazing. In fact, he gushed about it."

"Stop rambling and leave me and my voice alone, Park Jimin."

"You cutie, you're all red, like a tomato." He reaches up to pinches at your cheek but you quickly swat his hands away.

"Shut up."

"Let me hear it and I'll shut up for the rest of my life, just for you."

"No." You turn away from him to busy yourself with work, emphasizing your seriousness. There was no way in hell you'd ever let Jimin, or anyone else for that matter, hear you sing. Sure, Namjoon and Yoongi had heard it, but- your gaze drifted over to Yoongi again to see a small smirk playing on his lips as he stirred his coffee. 

"God, you two make me wanna vomit. I can't believe you refuse to admit your dating each other." Seokjin finally spoke again as he wiped down the counter-tops.

"Seriously, get a room," Mina adds.

"Says the two who bicker at each other like a married couple," Jimin smirked over at Mina, who just about spit her coffee out her nose.

"What?!"

"We do not!"

Message from Min Yoongi- 8:11am: The door is unlocked. Just come in when you get up here.

After work, you stalled around a bit before heading towards Yoongi's. You knew if you left right after your shift, Jimin would've tried to tag along. He normally walked you home when he got the chance and as far as he knew you'd been going home every week to work on your project alone. 

Your stomach turns as the elevator finally comes to a halt, the doors sliding open, and you step out. More than anyone else, you wanted to tell Jimin about this. You knew he'd have the best advice for you, but you also realize that Jimin hates Mina. He would probably let the information slip on purpose just to piss her off. He'd prefer not to be friends with her because, in his opinion, she's faker than all the plants in his dance teacher's office. You don't doubt he'd take any chance he could to try and show you that, probably saying something along the lines of, "It's for your own good, trust me."

Honestly, you're starting to get pretty sick of this. All the elevator rides you've had to endure are almost as bad as riding an airplane, never knowing if it's going to give out or just break and send you to a gruesome death. You head for Yoongi's door, sending a glare back at the box of threatening death as it's doors slide shut again. You've tried to convince Yoongi on countless occasions to meet elsewhere, but he declines each time, saying, "Why would I go somewhere else when I'm most comfortable here?" You roll your eyes at the memory. That self-centered jerk doesn't care what you put yourself through every week to get to here. Making sure none of your friends, especially Mina, see where you're going, facing your fear of that dumb elevator while doing so, and lying practically to Jimin. Mina would assume you're sleeping with Yoongi if she ever found out. It wouldn't matter what you told her. And imagine if she did find out, even after all your efforts? Every week you had to put up with Min Yoongi's self-centered attitude and constant complaints about how you're, "Too early." Or, "Too late." Not to mention you've been feeling under the weather lately.

One of these days you're really gonna to jump from one of the windows on this floor just to escape from Min Yoongi, because at this point it feels like there is no escape. You go to school, he's there with Mina. You go to work, he shows up with Mina. What did you have in life, if not peace away from that guy?

You give the front door two gentle taps before entering. The penthouse was the same as always, warm and quiet, as the world outside opposed it. It was probably the only thing you enjoyed when meeting with Yoongi, the quiet, something you normally got so little of.

"Back here!"

You jump, whirling in a full circle before figuring out where the voice came from. You follow it down a hallway and to a room. Little decoration fills the room and it's relatively empty, except for a grand piano occupying the center.

"I figured we could transfer your cords into a melody on the piano to place at the deeper parts of the song. I have a feeling it will sound good with your voice." 

Your breath catches in your throat, your wide-eyed stare never leaving the piano Yoongi is sat at, as he writes, what assumed to be, notes onto a piece of paper.

"Come sit, " He gestures you over, still not looking at you. Your feet feel like they've rooted themselves to the floor and it takes all of your strength just to do as he says and bring yourself to the piano, trying your best to ignore the way your heart stills as you sit down next to Yoongi, a sharp fear piercing through you like cold wind.

"You play?" Your voice comes out dry as your eyes linger on ivory keys.

"Yeah, I learned when I was little." Yoongi finally brought his gaze over to you to watch as you lightly move your fingertips up and over the keys, "Do you?"

You frown and pull your hand away from the piano, "No."

Yoongi hums and places his fingers onto the keys before playing the first few notes of your song, "That's too bad. This would be a lot easier if you did."

"Well, I don't." You sneer at the sound of your song coming from the piano and stand back up, realizing that this had been a horrible idea, "Listen, I'm not feeling up for this today. I'm gonna go." Your mind was beginning to cloud with distraught memories and all you could focus on was getting away from the piano as you stood up. You weren't fast enough though.

Yoongi stood up after you, following you out of the room, "Is everything alright?"

"I just want to go home."

His pace quickened as you approach the front door and he was in front of you before you could reach it, "Do you not like the piano idea?"

You glare at him, "The idea is fine, I just want to go home, as I said."

His eyes dart all across your face as if he's still trying to read you, to understand what had set you off.

"I'll be going now." You attempt to sidestep him, only to be abruptly cut off by Yoongi placing a hand to your forehead, "W-what are you-"

"You look really pale, I don't think you should-Woah," He steps back out of shock after feeling your temperature, "you're burning up."

"I'm fine, just let me-"

"____," Yoongi's eyes narrow on you, his voice dropping a couple octaves, "go sit on the couch and I'll get you some medicine."

You hesitate for only a moment before giving in, "Fine, whatever." You stomp away from him, over to the couch before plopping down onto it. Admittedly, your head was starting to pound and you couldn't deny the cold sweat that was beginning to settle in along with the aching of your whole body. It'd be just your luck that you'd caught the flu or something, only to start showing symptoms after arriving at Yoongi's, of all places. You'd honestly prefer being at Jimin's house right about now and he'd probably be smothering you right about now. You should've just canceled today and walked home with Jimin.

"Here, take this." Yoongi returns within a few minutes, crouching down in front of you before placing a pill in one of your hands and a glass of water in the other, "This should reduce your fever." 

"And how am I suppose to trust that you're not drugging me?" You raise an eyebrow at him accusingly, but he just gives you a skeptical look.

"It's ibuprofen, ____." 

You watch him hesitantly, before plopping the pill into your mouth, and tilting your head back to drink the glass of water. You hadn't expected yourself to drink the whole thing, but you did, and rather quickly. 

Yoongi takes the glass from you and places it on the coffee table behind him, "Are you hungry?"

"I really don't-" You're cut off by the sound of your treacherous stomach growling at the mention of food.

"I'll make soup." Yoongi gets up again, heading back to the kitchen before you get the chance to protest further than you already have. Your head is starting to spin and you have to lay down just to keep yourself from running to the bathroom to vomit. No way would you be caught dead throwing up in Min Yoongi's bathroom. You'd jump from a window before that happens. You close your eyes, waiting patiently for Yoongi to return with food. You hadn't even noticed yourself drifting off.

The ground beneath is dry, altered to a sandy substance. Dull silence replaces loud screeching alarms, and instead of hazy darkness, something else lurks amongst the unknown. The difference between now and then is an odd sense of familiarity tugging at your heart. You know all too well what this nostalgia is, but you refuse to move towards it. The mere memories are enough to coax out inner demons dwelling behind your walls. A place you once called home.

“It's unnecessary, ____.”

A harsh memory, filled with a harsher smell of gin and gasoline forces itself forward. One of those memories a child prefers to suppress, yearning to someday forget it...pretend it never happened. Although, bad memories die-hard, just as bad habits do and the specific way that man had always held onto second agendas and gave everything a double standard was etched into your mind. You can never seem to escape him, no matter how hard you try. 

Especially here. 

Such a strange feeling it gave you. Do others feel this? A looming dark hole in the cradle of their heart, remaining, even if eventually, and inevitably, a change comes. A childlike intuition told you how it was fated, as it was for a reason beyond your knowing that the place you once called your home would burn, that - that man's eyes would close and the smell of gin and gasoline would fade into something much more horrendous, along with that godforsaken piano. And then, and only then, you would realize that home never truly felt like home.

"____?"

And him, that damned voice will only further remind you of that misery and loss.

"Wake up, it's just a dream."

Mark my words.

"____," You whimper at the feeling of someone's hand against your cheek and you lean into it, "what's wrong?"

Your eyes open slowly and it's only then that you realize the wet tears running down your cheeks, "W-what?"

"Why are you crying?" You look up, seeing Yoongi's dark worried eye on you as he wipes away your tears with his thumb.

You sit up slowly, your head still spinning and skin still aflame with a fever, "I-I don't remember."

"Here," Yoongi moves an arm under your legs and to your back before hoisting you up.

"W-what are you doing?! Put me down!" You have no strength to fight against him in your current state, but that doesn't stop you from yelling at him.

"I'm moving you somewhere comfortable, be quiet." He walks out of the living room and back down the hallway that had previously brought you to the piano room, only this time he walks passed that room and into another at the end of the hallway. He sits you down on a bed and covers you with a blanket, "I'll go heat up the soup, and once you're done eating you should get some more sleep."

You only nod and watch as Yoongi leaves the room before pushing the covers off of you and standing back up. You make your way over to the door and back down the hall, only briefly stopping to leer into the piano room. You'd have to make up an excuse later to leave the piano out of your song. There's no way you'll be able to stomach hearing the sound of it every time you work on the piece. Once you make it to the front door you're quick to exit, despite hearing Yoongi's footsteps exiting the kitchen at the same time. You don't care all too much if he sees you leaving, you just need to leave. Sure, your head is spinning and your joints ach, but letting Yoongi take care of you while sick is crossing that line that had been laid down. 

While in the elevator you have to sit on the floor and pray to reach the bottom soon. The motion of moving down is only making you all the more nauseous, so when the doors finally open you're surprised to see that the sun has already set, despite you showing up here early this morning. Had you really slept that long? Yoongi must've had his curtains closed. You stand back up and your stomach growls in anger as you make your way out of the building. You really were hungry, to the point that it feels like your stomach is digesting itself, but you're desperate to get away. You don't want any misunderstandings.

"Madam, may I assist you in finding a-"

You cut off the doorman, turning in the direction of your apartment, "I'm fine."

"Miss, the streets are dangerous at this time of-"

"I'll be fine, Jackson. Good night." You ignore the polite man's pleas for you to let him help you and continue down the street and away from him. You have no money for a taxi or uber and you aren't going to let someone else, you barely know, pay for you. The last thing you need is to owe someone or make them think you're poor, not that you aren't, due to college debt, but that's beside the point.

"Woah, look what we've got ourselves here." A group of burly looking men walk around the corner of an alleyway just as you're about to pass it and your expression turns sour. Of all the nights. 

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out so late?" There's four of then, but only the tallest of the bunch is quick to close the distance between the two of you.

"I don't think that's any of your damn business." You glare up at him, attempt to regulate your breathing. Your fever is making you feel like you're extremely out of shape so that just the smallest amount of walking you've done so far had you almost breathless.

"Oh! A feisty one!" A disgusting grin pulls up the man's cheeks as he laughs at your bold response.

"Get out of my way." You wave your hand at him, trying to move around his broad shoulders only for another one of the guys to come up beside him, blocking your way.

"No, I think you should stay and hang out with us for a while."

You huff and run the back of your hand across your forehead, nonchalantly whipping away the sweat to try and hide how weak you actually felt before letting a fake smile pull up your lips, "Oh, yeah?"

The man opens his mouth to reply, but before he can get a word out you're darting across the empty street.

Yes, you felt like shit, but that didn't mean you were gonna give up without a fight. The group of men yells after you, taken by surprise and you can hear their heavy feet scurrying after you. Thankfully, you're fast enough that once you've made it across the street you can start towards the nearest convenience store. Thinking you're about to be home free, your heart races with anticipation only to sink down in terror a second later as a hand yanks you into an alleyway way and covers your mouth, muffling your scream. You thrash and kick, panic shocking your body like electricity.

"Stand still, ____. You're going to break my nose." The whisper has you stilling in the person's arms.

"Yoon-"

"Shut up!" He whispers yells, covering your mouth again. 

"Damn it! Where did she go!?"

"I almost caught her."

"No, you fucking didn't! You were behind all of us, you idiot !"

You freeze and sink further into the person's arms out of seer terror as the four men pass the alleyway you're hiding in.

"When I find that bitch, she's gonna wish she never ran."

The grip around you tightens in an almost protective sort of way. The feeling comforts you, but tears still begin welling up in your eyes before the group of men finally carries on down the cold streets. Once they're out of hearing range the hand over your mouth moves and you're turned around to face none other than Min Yoongi.

He eyes you up and down, concern evident in his features, "Are you alright?"

You can only imagine how not alright you look, cheeks red from the cold, eyes glassy from fear, after having your adrenaline wear off. You probably look like a complete mess, but you still manage to nod in response to his question.

"Are you stupid? What the hell were you thinking? I told you to stay because you weren't feeling well and now look what you've gone and gotten yourself into. Why couldn't you just listen to me? Something could've happened. What if I didn't followed you?"

You stare up at Yoongi, trying to listen to what he's saying and gripping his arms tightly to keep yourself upright as a loud thumping began echoing in your ears, everything around you starting to spin, "I-I'm sorry, I-"

"____?" 

You fall, losing your grip on Yoongi as all your strength leaves your body, and you faint.

You groan and stretch, your eyes slowly opening. The light shining in through your window burns your retinas.

"Finally, I was beginning to think you were dead."

"Huh?" You look over, next to your bed to see Jimin sitting there with a tray of breakfast in his lap.

"How-What are you doing here?" You croak.

Jimin raises an eyebrow, "You don't remember? You must have felt pretty bad."

"Jimin, " You cough, trying to sit up, and he's quick to help you, "what are you talking about?"

"You texted me last night that you felt really sick and needed help. I was surprised at first, but once I got here I understood that you weren't kidding. You were tossing and turning in bed and sweating as if you'd just ran for hundreds of miles." 

You frown, trying to recall your memories from last night. 

"Are you alright?" Jimin rubs your back soothingly.

"I-I'm fine." Your voice squeaks as you push Jimin's hand off you.

He raises an eyebrow at you again, your reaction surprising him, but drops it, figuring it's probably because you're sick, "Well, here's your breakfast. I'm going down to the cafeteria to get you some water. Call me or text me if anything happens or if you need something, okay?"

"O-okay, " You take the tray of food from him and he nods before getting up and leaving. You look around your room, briefly glancing over at your roommate's bed. Hopefully, she'd been out all night and hadn't seen anything.

You jump as your phone starts ringing, your tray of food nearly flying up in the air. You quickly grab your phone, accepting the call without checking the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Hm, you sound a lot better today. How are you feeling?"

The sudden sound of his voice has your whole face heating up and your stomach flipping over in an unexplained manner, "Y-Yah! Why are you calling?! What do you want?!"

"What are you being rude for? Didn't I save your life?"

You scoff, "I would've been perfectly fine without your help. I had a plan."

"Oh, really?" He asks sarcastically, "And what was that? Run until you collapse from exhaustion?"

"I-I don't need to explain myself to you!"

"Right, it's not like I had to drag you all the way to your dorm last night, because you refused to listen to me, or anything."

"I didn't ask for your help!"

"Well, since you seem to be fine now and you don't need my help, I'll hang up." His voice is condescending and mocking. The sound of it makes your blood boil and you can't help but respond with malice.

"Fine! Hang up!"

"Try not to go running down the street in the middle of the night again, yeah?"

"I'll do whatever I want!"

His laughter fills your phone's speaker and you found yourself turning even redder, "I'm sure you will, ____, seeing as you do that and nothing else."

"I'm hanging up!"

"Alright, "

"Shut up!" You pull your phone away from your ear swiftly and end the call. You huff and throw your phone to the end of your bed. You can't understand why you'd just been so childish. He had helped you. Why did you respond so absurdly? You could feel something burning inside your chest, the feeling of it was making you irrational. You run your hands through your hair distress-fully and whine, "What's wrong with me?"

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@team-work-made-the-dream-work @seokchella @crackhead1-800

#BTS au #yoongi au #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #yoongi angst #bts angst #BTS jimin #bts yoongi #BTS jin #bts imagines #bts #bts fanfction #suga angst #min yoongi

[daffodildazaiwrites]

happy happy birthday sil!!! i hope u have a lovely year ahead of u!! ❣️❣️❣️ i see someone already beat me to asking for your top 5 anime but since i’m seeing tbhk in there i have to ask. how caught up are u with the manga bc my friend and i have been yelling about the recent chapters and i’d love to hear your opinion on it!!

Aaaaaa thank you so much!!!!

ohhhh let me check... I’m at chapter 30! I don’t think I’m caught up as much as you and your friend (╥_╥) but I’m getting there! Honestly I would love to talk about it sooo I’ll be putting my thoughts under the cut and there will be spoilers for Toilet bound hanako-kun!

Sooo the part where we learn that Yoshiro doesn’t have much to live, before I learned that I was pretty sure that Hanako bounded her to him on purpose, I mean it was his ghosties who gave her the mermaid scale to begin with. 

But now that we learn that he always knew Yoshiro didn’t have much to live, that means he really did do it on purpose just so she could have a nice life before the inevitable happens and that just makes me cry, he’s so sweet T^T

The thing I’m most curious about rn is what’s Tsukasa’s deal, what did he do to Hanako??? I need to read faster T^T Also tell me your opinions about the whole thing too! Just no spoilers pls xD 

#sil answers #anon #toilet bound hanako kun #minor spoilers #tbhk spoilers

[languor-em]

Ah yes, here is the post no one wanted or asked for: Various TES ocs as vines (ft. A couple of @zaethordryn 's characters: Sonomir and Morel)

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Kaana: BLEGH!!

Sonomir: aaAAaaAH!! Stop!! I could have dropped my croissant!! >:O

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Literally any of them @ Clavicus Vile: what the FUCK is up Vile?? No, what'd you say?? Step the FUCK up, Vile!!

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Vivec, to Almalexia, about Kaana and Sonomir: And they were roommates!!

Almalexia: Oh my god, they were roommates....

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Sparrow: Is there anything better than pussy? Yes, a really good book. *music*

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Morel, to Balna, after having escaped Cold Harbor, travelling around Bleakrock together: Road work ahead? Uh, yeah- I sure hope it does????

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Geel-Ra: We all die, you either kill yourself or get killed.

Geel-Ra, while Balna watches from the background: Whatchu gonna do? Whatchu gonna do??

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Balna: I thought you were bae.... Tch, turns out you're just fam 😔

Morel: Bruh 🥺

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Ikaya, after saving Vivec City, the Clockwork City, and now having to save Almalexia's ass as well: When there's too much drama in Morrowind, all you gotta do is-

Ikaya, leaving to go fuck around in Summerset: Walk away-ay-ay

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Sonomir, an altmer, in summerset, trying to shoot a ball into a hoop: This one's to end racism!!

Sonomir: *misses*

Sonomir: 😬

Kaana, a bosmer: 👁️👄👁️

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Ikaya: Hey, I'm lesbian.

Vivec: I thought you were dunmer???

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Aisling: Did you wash the dishes??

Geel-Ra: I thought... You wanted... Do do that??

Aisling, chuckling: You were wrong!

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Balna, to Almalexia: There's only one thing worse than dying-

Balna, removing a piece of paper to reveal the words 'Sotha Sil Dying': Boom!

Almalexia: Sotha Sil

Balna: nO

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Alternatively:

Sparrow: there's only one thing worse than dying-

Sparrow, removing a cloth cover to reveal the phrase 'Cicero Dying': Boom.

Astrid: Cicero.

Sparrow: NO.

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Geel-Ra: Look Aisling, it's the good Skooma!! :D

Aisling: This is Cyrodiil, how good can it be??

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Balna, to Aisling: Accept yourself!!! Love yourself!!!! Accept yourself!!!!!!

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Aisling: How do you know what's good for me???

Sheogorath: That's my oPINION!!!!!!!

Haskill: 👀

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Balna, strumming a lute: I love you, bitch!!

Aisling: Oh my god-

Balna, continuing to strum: I ain't never gonna stop loving you, bitch!!!

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Aisling, in the Shivering Isles: So basically, what I was thinking was-

The Greymarch: *happens*

Aisling, forced to mantle Sheogorath: Aw fuck, I can't believe you've done this.

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Sonomir and Kaana: *in Valenwood for the first time*

Sonomir, turning to Kaana: Hi!! :D

Kaana, tearing up, looking at Sonomir with that Soft Gaze™: okay...

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The Night Mother: Has anyone told you that you look like the Listener?

Sparrow: No, they usually tell me I look like Sparrow.

The Night Mother: Who the fuck is that??

Sparrow: Me, bitch.

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Geel-Ra: *shoots a bow in the house, breaking an urn*

Aisling, startled: tHIS IS WHY MOM DOESN'T FUCKING LOVE YOU!!!

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Balna and Geel-Ra: *watching a bunch of Pony Guar*

Balna: *sneezes, scaring them away*

Geel-Ra: Wow, nice going Balna.

Balna: What??? So I'm not allowed to sneeze???

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Sheogorath, greeting Aisling after her arrival in the Shivering Isles proper: Hi, welcome to Chili's! :D

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Almalexia: I saw you hanging out with Seht yesterday!!

Ikaya: A-Ayem! It's not what you think!!!

Almalexia: I won't hesitate, BITCH.

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Clavicus Vile, watching Kaana and Sonomir: two bros, chilling in a hot tub, five feet apart 'cause they're not gay!

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Literally any of them @ Clavicus: do you remember that time... I liked you??

Clavicus: no???

Them: good, cause it never happened!!!

#i am so sorry #i was going absolutley bonkers and i had to do this #the ocs: #Kaana Dusklock (vestige) #Ikaya Windchaser (vestige) #Geel-Ra Windchaser (vibing- followes his siblings around a lot) #Balna Windchaser (nerevarine) #Aisling Windchaser (hero of kvatch) #Sparrow Windchaser (last dragonborn) #Sonomir and Morel both belong to my friend Zaethordryn!!! #please go check his art out btw #its really really good!!! #Kaana and Sonomir are the characters we play together most of the time in eso!!! #they are lowkey in love- but they are both super dumb and are stuck pining for eachother #Geel-Ra Balna and Aisling are all siblings!! they're alive in around the same time since Morrowind and Oblivion take olace like--- #only a few years apart #Ikaya is one of the first Windchasers- and also the main character i play in eso. shes super involved with the tribunal and all that #and then Sparrow is my lbd!! her main thing is being the listener for the dark brotherhood. she is also very bitter and angry #shes one of the adopted windchaser kids- but the others are long gone by the time she's born #Ra's long dead- Balna's probably either dead or hiding away in Morrowind- and Aisling's entirely gone and replaced by Sheogorath #anyway please excuse the long rant and dumb post #ive been obsessing over them and just?? i dont talk about them alot irl #its a nice chance to develop them!!! #ron talks #rons ocs

[xanadontit]

The full run down, for those so inclined.

MIL: Let’s just start here because sure. About .5 seconds after we walked in the door, she asked if Santa was bringing me a new car. Apparently E told her mine is kind of dying and I’ve been looking (Side note: I have asked him not to share stuff like this with her because then she fixates and will have opinions on how I’m spending MY money. Also plz don’t @ me, yes I own a car and will trade it in and get another one. Everyone hates car people until they need a ride!). By Santa she means if E is surprising me and I joked that Santa isn’t bringing me one, but I plan to test drive a few in January and hopefully pull the trigger soon; I also said something about it being my money because I’m a jerk and I hate that I make almost as much as E and she assumes everything I have is because he’s my benefactor. Then she launched into a story about how my FIL somehow led her to believe he was getting her a car for Christmas and then didn’t and then she cried when she realized he was messing with her and he thought it was funny. No idea why those crazy kids couldn’t make it work. Like, how do you even respond to something like this that happened well over 25 years ago?

While playing game and just kind of making polite conversation, MIL turns to me and says, “You didn’t have to stay at a hotel.” I was thrown because this came out of nowhere and said, “Well, we are and it’s fine!” cheerfully as she then launched into why it wasn’t OK and the plan she had laid out (which involved Niece 1 staying 30 minutes away at her boyfriend’s house - her plan was to kick her granddaughter out of her room/home so she could take her room and have E and me sleep in MIL’s room). I looked at E to jump in and he said, “We’re staying at a hotel. No one is giving up a room. It’s done.” No setting his mom straight that this wasn’t my evil plot or scheme. That’s when I got a “You hurt my feelings.” 

MIL is very critical of her only sister who is an absolute train wreck, sure, but not terribly different from MIL - just more husbands. MIL said something about her sister always needing a man and declared that she has no desire to date and all she needs now are her children. I pointed out to E that means she’s relying on him and SIL to provide her emotional support because she’s alienated all of her friends when she was with her garbage ex. Have fun with that, guys!

While opening gifts she reiterated she doesn’t care what I think or if I am hurt, and she’ll do whatever she likes when it comes to her kids, even if that means I’m left out. I lost it and looked at my nieces and said, “Well, if I ever die mysteriously we know who did it.” MIL laughed. She also told me if I don’t want the perfume she gave me then SIL will take it. Uh, ok?

She likes the cop and thinks Niece 1 seems really happy. Ugh. Get better taste in men.

SIL: The stress of living with her mom is real and while I feel for her, I’m pissed that she just lets her walk around saying awful shit to her and her daughters and that her attitude toward me is “Suck it up.” There’s just zero desire to have an honest conversation and say “This is hurtful” and give MIL a chance to apologize or think about how her words affect people. It’s super fucked up. And E told me last night that when he called her to let her know we’d stay at a hotel her response was a “What did I do wrong?” So she’s turning into her mom. Good work.

Niece 1: Wasn’t quite as sulky as our last visit but Jesus she and Mashed Potatoes (my nickname for the cop) are so fucking loud. It’s just constant hollering and there’s never a sincere conversation. The best way I can describe it is like a Disney kids’ tv show where everyone is constantly speaking in sarcastic tones and trying to be funny but it isn’t. At all. It’s exhausting.

Mashed Potatoes: He shaved the mustache so he looks slightly less creepy but he’s a cop so I don’t care if he’s Chris Evans’ doppelganger: not a fan!

Niece 2: Jesus Christ with this one. I texted @amaraaaaaaaaaaa about the sin I committed of showing interest in her life which resulted in her storming off during Christmas Eve dinner. Apparently any talk of the future is stressing her out and I wasn’t supposed to ask about graduation, her thoughts on a credential program and/or master’s program, or mention the idea of her eventually moving out. MIL is visibly distressed Niece 2 isn’t seriously dating anyone and has encouraged her to settle with any guy who owns a house. This is her standard for a quality man: owns a house. Sure. 

E: Swears up and down that he told his mom about the hotel and explained it was for everyone’s comfort. I told him I need him to explicitly tell his mom that he wants to stay at a hotel, too, and not leave room for her to speak to me in a shitty way. It’s unfair that I am painted as a villain because one of her children dared to grow up and doesn’t want to pretend he’s 8 and stay with mommy. He agrees she’s completely out of line and was feeling pretty done but that doesn’t help. I expect us to be a united front and a team. Sitting there while she’s obnoxious, then agreeing with me privately isn’t helpful.

Thanks to all of you for the support and snark - it’s nice to know someone somewhere out there likes me!

#marry an orphaned only child or stay single #families

[ladytauria]

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vent post, this time not in the tags bc i need more like... space to say what i want + formatting options.

under a readmore, so if u don’t want to hear my ranting, pls pls skip over it, it rly isn’t anything overly serious i just need to vent :)

tw / cw: religion, jehovah’s witnesses, mild political discussion, coronavirus / covid mention

so! there are two (broad) topics of discussion i prefer to avoid with my grandmother. the first is anything that might result in her bringing up the witnesses. the second, is politics. usually a lot of topics fall into both, but some lean more heavily one way or the other. (there is a third, actually: my health. i like to avoid that bc i feel like she talks over me / blows things out of proportion. it’s bc she cares but it’s annoying, and i don’t like it.

friday, she was talking to her sister-in-law / one of my (many) great aunts. now, her sil is an idiot, much like my grandma’s brother. but, she said something about how “she didn’t care if she god covid because at least she would be going to a better place.”

now. one thing you should know if you don’t already --- witnesses don’t believe that you go to heaven or hell when you die. they believe a select amount of people (the anointed) go to heaven after death. everyone else dies & is essentially like... asleep / unconscious / no longer with us until armageddon comes, after which all of those who refuse to follow what they should will die & “the meek will inherit the earth.” by which they mean those who follow the way as written by their version of the bible.

so that clarified. my grandma usually won’t say anything when someone says it to her---not even when my mom died in ‘16, and people were like “at least she’s in a better place now.” because usually they’re being nice, and also, there’s no point. but she will sometimes say something later. not usually if they were being nice, of course---but. anyway.

so she was telling me about it and i made a comment like, “it’s always so weird to me how people who are so mean / rude to others are always the most certain that they’re going to heaven.” bc my great aunt is---not the nicest. at all. and anyway, my grandma agreed with me but then she said, like,

“especially people who are political.” because the jw are very like---against voting & stuff like that, unless it’s like, something that would directly affect their religion. (so if they were going to like, ban them from practicing it, they would be able to go and vote.) now some of them vote anyway, but apparently my grandma was not really a voter even before she converted.

anyway, but my grandma is always making comments on “i’m just not a political person” or like, “i don’t understand why people get so heated over politics they’re just opinions” which. anyway.

i don’t know why friday was the day i decided to say something. i really don’t.

but anyway, after she said, “especially people who are political” i said:

“well that depends on their poltiics. because, i mean, jesus was really political.”

“well were do you get that idea?” she said, so.

i said, “um, because its in the bible? like, a lot of his stances at the time were political. like ‘give them the shirt off of your back’ or ‘turn the other cheek.’“ and i referenced the tumblr posts that float around all the time.

she was quiet for a long time, and then i said, “and i mean, he was also really big about feeding the poor, which is apparently still a political statement.”

& she went off ranting about that, which was nice.

but, anyway, i kind of hoped that you know. maybe i’d given her something to think about? it was a mild hope, really, but i thought it would at least stall her talking to me about politics for a while or saying she’s “not really political.”

but. nope.

today apparently she got a message from a conspiracy theorist cousin/niece (not sure which). & it was dumb, it was that stupid “bill gates is the reason for the coronavirus” thing. with a preface saying to “just share it, don’t post it because facebook removes it.” & like. grandma said she was just going to delete the chat bc her cousin/niece is always sending her that stuff.

well, i said, “just tell you don’t want to her about things like that!”

& of course said, “yeah, i could. i mean, i’m not really a political person.”

& i wanted to say: “do you believe in wearing a mask? do you believe in vaccinations? are you against trump? do you believe the poor should be fed? do you believe religion should be kept out of schools?” the answer to those, btw, is all yes. “okay, then, you’re political. congratulations.”

i did not say any of these.

& of course she followed that up with, “you know when my [two friends from high school] found out i was a witness, they unfriended me for two years. they finally sent a request again, but i took a while to decide if i wanted to accept it.”

and i’m just---

i am so done honestly.

i mean she could be worse? like for instance she’s against banning abortions. (not bc she’s pro-abortion but bc her stance is: they’re going to do it anyway, might as well be safe.) & she doesn’t want people’s rights taken away, and she doesn’t refuse service to people for their believes (as far as i know). she just won’t personally associate with people who have lifestyles / values she doesn’t believe in.

but still.

it’s so very irritating, and honestly, if other parts of my family weren’t worse / i could support myself, i would move out.

anyway.

rant over, for now, ig. just needed to get that off my chest.

#ok to reblog #personal #ranting #rant post #my posts

[skamitaliasubs]

skam italia s3e9 clip #3 - transcript

Edo: It’s midday. Ele: What are you talking about? Edo: You’ve been sleeping since yesterday afternoon. Ele: You didn’t go to school? Did you tidy up? Edo: Maybe... How are you feeling? Ele: Like crap. Edo: Okay, crap, now I’ll tell you what’s going to happen. You have twenty minutes to get up, take a shower and dress yourself. then I’ll take you to the radio. Ele: No. I’m not even done writing the episode, I can’t. Edo: In my opinion, it was really well written. Sure... there were some little mistakes, uh, but I fixed them. Come on, let’s go! Ele: Yeah. Edo: Come, come! Edo: Hey. Go on, you’re going to be late.

A: Okay. Trastevere? Hey… Did you disappear? Should we meet tomorrow then? Hey???

E: Not everyone knows, but today is the “International Day of Families”. Plural. And yet, in Italy, we have conferences just to say how there’s only one way to be a family. Where the man is the one who has the higher salary and the woman has to settle for a part-time job so she can be with her children. But what is a family? To me, it’s everything that makes you feel safe. Everything you can always count on. And if I was able to see this in multiple different ways, I can’t even imagine how many more are out there. I saw it in the two hosts I lived with in Manchester. They’ve been living together for 30 years. I saw it in the school’s volleyball team. I saw it in the aborigine villages’ extended families that my mum is researching on. And I see it everyday in the groups of friends coming to school together. Obviously, I’m not saying one family is better than the other. I’m just saying that we should accept the idea of love coming into different forms. And that we should be able to recognise and accept them. Family - family isn’t about blood or time. Sometimes, even one person you met recently can be so important and special that it’ll become your little family.

F: But how much did you drink? Ele: I only know I threw up twice the morning after. F: And he doesn’t remember anything either? Ele: He says he doesn’t. Eva: Ele, how much of you does the photo show? Ele: Everything. F: This is crap. Sana: Ele, I swear, If he assaulted you, I don’t, I- Eva: You have to go press charges against him. Sil: Sorry but, you didn’t have the feeling you had sex with him? Ele: What do you mean? Sil: Well, if you’re a virgin, you would have felt it if- Ele: Two years ago I was dating an older boy from my old school. We did it only once, then he dumped me. Sil: Ok, we need to go to the hospital. Ele: What’s the point now? Sil: What’s the point? You should have gone straight away. Sana: Yes, she’s right. Eva: Come on, Ele, let’s go.

#skam italia #skamit #s3 #transcript