hey ;)) could you write a svt reaction where they're being interviewed by foreign singer reader, who is too flirtatious and which is the crush of all of them and they can't help but look amazed at her and a little nervous too <3
also, I'm a big fan of your work, I love it! Thank you very much! 😔🤌🏻
being interviewed by their celebrity crush
content: afab reader, fluff, reader is a lil flirty in some of these hehe, a lil second hand embarrassment, etc.
wc: 2215
a/n: agsjsk loved writing this tysm for reading and for requesting!! idk if i understood ur request 100% correctly so i just did a reaction for each member i hope u enjoy! <3
masterlist
seungcheol -
even as leader, he would try to pass on the title to someone else for the day, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of you and the cameras. would be consistently teased by the guys through every sentence exchanged between the two of you. cursing both joshua and vernon in his mind for refusing to help him out, he'd power through the interview, trying to keep his heartbeat as calm as possible as you smiled and giggled at his cute demeanor towards you. would be so in awe of you at the way you paid full attention to his responses, not minding the extra wait as the translator interpreted his answers. would come out of the experience even more in love with into you, kicking himself for not taking a leap and asking for your number or something. would be very pleasantly surprised a few hours later at finding out you'd had your manager give his manager your contact info, instructing that it was specifically for seungcheol to use.
jeonghan -
jeonghan wasn't one to really wear his heart on his sleeve when it came to liking a person. he'd probably have the ability to remain calm even if facing you, his one and only celebrity crush since predebut. he'd have it all planned already; just stick to the back and nod at vernon and joshua's answers. would not have expected his members to throw him into the wolves, taking advantage of seungcheol's absence and informing you, the celebrity interviewer, that he was the stand-in leader, and that all questions should be directed to him. would only be caught off guard for a few seconds, soon being able to keep up with you (thanks to the translator) and even turning up the charm a little bit, enjoying the back and forth between the two of you. would still be a bit surprised when you approached him after the interview, blatantly flirting with him even through the language barrier.
joshua -
so excited to finally meet you, having looked forward to this since the moment he heard seventeen would be attending an award show you were scheduled to conduct celebrity interviews for. would've thrown your name around many times any time discussions about collabs came around, but being disappointed it never really did anything, thus preventing him from meeting you until now. now that you were finally meeting, he'd take advantage of being one of the designated english speaking members™️ and take up the entirety of the screen time in the interview flirting with you in the most lowkey way he could. would maybe trade numbers with you by the end of it.
jun -
he knew he was a handsome guy, but he'd still be incredibly flustered the moment he caught you, his long-time celebrity crush, making eyes at him from across the red carpet, practically inciting him with your stare as the group approached you for their turn at a quick red carpet interview. would be twice as flustered upon noticing you stood as close to him as possible as you conducted the interview, throwing him a smile every so often. he'd feel kinda disappointed at himself afterwards for not having spoken to you at all during it, having felt too shy even if you had showed blatant interest in him. his day would improve, however, as soon as his manager approached him a few hours later, letting him know your manager had given him instructions to provide him with your contact info, even with a cute little handwritten note form you requesting he call you sometime.
soonyoung -
do you guys remember that one interview with that one rlly pretty interviewer where he started singing spider and just wouldnt stop even as the guys kept dying of second hand embarrassment? he'd do the exact same thing with you. if you happened to mention anything related to him in the interview whether it be a solo song or his part in a new cb or some choreo he made, he'd instantly try and show off to you like a little kid, not realizing the second hand embarrassment the rest of the members were feeling. if you were any tiny bit flirty though, he would probably go into shut down mode and just giggle at everything you said, zero thoughts in his head as he nodded and agreed to everything you said in complete awe of his celeb crush even acknowledging him. would be so excited at the interaction he'd approach you afterwards hoping to get you to follow him on instagram and physically cheering the moment you followed him back, even directing him to message you sometime.
wonwoo -
so shy and reserved. he has a tendency of blending into the background, always being talked over during any type of show or interview that involved all members. this time he had been kinda grateful for it, feeling too anxious to interact with someone whose music had impacted him so much (and also someone he might kind of maybe have a thing for). he'd feel extremely touched at you going out of your way to get his responses during the interview, claiming you were a fan and had always noticed he sat back sometimes, wanting to hear from him specifically. would not be able to stop looking at you in awe after that, wishfully thinking that maybe his favorite artist had taken some type of interest in him. when you approached him after the interview, shyly trying to start conversation, he'd muster all knowledge he had in english to communicate with you, hoping this would be the first of many conversations.
jihoon -
would be so shy and easily flustered. do not dare even speak to him directly because he will break. he's been crushing on you since forever, not just admiring you as an artist but being so unbelievably attracted to you he had no idea how to even make eye contact with you. the moment he heard you were gonna be the one interviewing them he started looking into flights to get his ass back to korea. under no circumstance was he going to embarrass himself in front of you. if you dared even try to compliment him (don't even mention the word flirting to him rn), he would turn bright red and stumble over his words, making the guys cackle behind him as he tried to work his way through a sentence. would reach an undiscovered shade of red the moment you approached him after the interview, asking for his contact info under the vice of interest in his producing skills, but your flirty tone would have him thinking otherwise, causing him to heat up even more.
seokmin -
embarrassment is usually scared of seokmin. he can do anything, anywhere, anyhow, and not feel a single ounce of shame at it. but this was the exception. upon hearing he'd finally be meeting you as you interviewed them for a special celebrity interview, he was beyond embarrassed in advance. he knew there would be no way for him to act normal around you. he was in love with you! okay, maybe that was too much, but he did have a huge thing for you, even having fantasized about your first meeting many times before. nothing could have prepared him for the moment the interview started and you revealed (with no warning whatsoever) that you'd been a carat for a few years now, biasing none other than him. the teasing from the members was the least of his problems as he attempted to formulate some type of charming response to you, ultimately settling for an uncharacteristically quiet 'thank you' as his ears burned. would muster all the courage within himself to approach you after the interview, coaxing vernon into acting as interpreter as he expressed his liking of you as an artist. both him and vernon would widen their eyes in surprise the moment you asked vernon to let seokmin know he was welcome to contact you any time if he ever wanted to get to know you in the future, handing him a note with all your personal contact info.
mingyu -
even though he was a little nervous at the idea of meeting you after all these years of crushing on you, he would still be 100% down for it, loving the chance to finally meet you face to face. would go out of his way to be the main one you interact with the entire time you're in the same room, even if there's a language barrier between you. after getting a bit comfortable around you, would do his best to flirt even if you two couldn't understand each other very well. would make his interest be known, hoping maybe this won't be the last time you two interact. not too surprised when you began to show interest back, using this opportunity to hand over his phone with a new contact popped up, acting visibly giddy upon seeing you register your number, winking at him and instructing him to call you.
minghao -
at times he tends to be a little reserved and quiet during interviews, and i think thatd be specially the case during a foreign interview. if the interviewer happened to be you, his celebrity crush of many years, he'd still keep silent, hoping quietly to himself that none of the members would bring up his crush on you to embarrass him. would try to keep his interest in you lowkey, even if it was hard to keep his eyes off of you now that you were finally in the same room as him. would be a little surprised when he noticed you making eyes at him off camera, and even during the interview. would be twice as surprised when you came up to him afterwards, boldly asking for his contact info the best you could through the language barrier. even as flustered as he was, he'd hand type in his instagram @ on your phone, feeling like he was on top of the world.
seungkwan -
despite being super outgoing and extroverted, would shut down the moment his manager informed him you would be conducting a celebrity interview for seventeen. he'd try to keep himself as small as possible, hoping you don't notice him among the 12 other members. would try so so hard to keep his eyes off you, knowing he'd turn red as a beet if you even made eye contact with him. he'd spent one too many nights already fantasizing about meeting you, his favorite singer and celebrity crush, refusing to ever actually meet you in order to avoid ever embarrassing himself in front of you. would be caught so off guard when you approached him after the interview, telling him you'd seen some of his covers and fell in love with his voice, asking if he'd be interested in ever doing something together. vernon would have to intervene after a full minute of shocked silence from seungkwan, taking your contact info for him and excusing his friend, earning a scandalized smack on his chest from him at his reasoning of 'sorry, he just really likes you.'
vernon -
he had never wanted to not be fluent in english more than in this moment. being one of the members who spoke fluent english, he knew he had some responsibility to take charge of western interviews and be the one to answer most questions during interviews, but the moment he heard you were the one who would be interviewing them on the red carpet of some awards show, he immediately wanted to take his ass back to south korea. even after mentally readying himself for a few days, nothing could've prepared him to see you in that outfit, so pretty and so close. if you showed any type of flirtatious behavior, vernon's mind would go blank, being unable to respond to your questions as his brain could not even process what you'd said after the word 'handsome' came out of your mouth. joshua would have to take over to salvage the situation. luckily for vernon, you'd found his reaction to be adorable, deciding to ask for his socials once the cameras were off.
chan -
the moment he heard you were interviewing him and the members, he would pray to god none of the guys would go out of their way to embarrass him in front of you, knowing he'd been crushing on you even since predebut. would be in absolute awe of you from the moment you walked in the room, heart going a mile a minute as the time for the interview approached. would internally curse the guys for making him sit closest to you, meaning you instinctually would direct most questions at him. would sometimes miss a question because he'd be too distracted staring at you with moony eyes. would have to be nudged by the guys to focus, causing you to giggle at him, probably realizing he might have a lil thing for you. he was lucky he was cute, because that would lead you to seek him out after the interview, with chan dragging vernon over to awkwardly third wheel as he translated your flirtatious comments to chan.
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Yandere!Sae Itoshi x Reader
🌱🩷: As promised, here is the Halloween special story I wrote. Hope u all enjoy it! Thanks for reading 🩷
Warnings: Reader uses she/her. There are talks of murder here, so under 18 and everyone uncomfortable with this topic, please don't read.
⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️
Fall was finally upon Tokyo, and there was nothing (Y/n) more enjoyed than a nice stroll through the city while the cold air hit her face. It was specifically October 31st, Halloween day. And while (Y/n) wasn't much of a fan of that day, mainly because of the pranks, she couldn't deny that she was fond of the decorations, food, and shows. Shibuya was specifically the most visited place during this time of the day, due to all the attractions. Kids and teens were laughing, wearing different costumes varying from princesses to trolls, and adults were either watching over them, or just mindlessly walking around to admire everything. (Y/n) didn't really prepare anything for that day, she just recently arrived from Germany for a week off, and just wanted to rest and enjoy the moment. She planned on enjoying this day alone, but she messaged Rin 2 days prior and found out he was back in Japan, too. The two had then agreed to meet up on this day, since Shibuya will be packed with people, and Rin would have less chances in being recognized.
'At least I hope Rin plans work.' She chuckled and went into a shop to look through some clothes.
"I still have 3 hours till I meet up with Rin." She muttered.
Sae hummed as he drained the water out of the bathtub. He yawned as he walked out of the bathroom to pick out some clothes he could wear tonight. Sae wasn't someone who really cared about dressing up, especially when it's about meeting someone, but this was different. Tonight was the night he would start his plan on making (Y/n) fall for him. The prodigy had to admit that he never expected to fall for anyone, much less the former manager of a football project. But it happened. The more Sae observed the progress of Blue Lock, the more he paid attention to the staff, mainly to (Y/n).
'Well, it is Rin's fault. If he hadn't been so secretive about her, I would have moved on.' The boy blushed a little as he put on his shirt, thinking of the girl. She was... interesting to Sae. She was smart, beautiful, and witty when needed. She was almost flawless in Sae's eyes, almost. The only flaw (Y/n) had is that she wasn't his, but... he will fix that soon.
'With Rin out of the way, my plan on making her mine forever will be a lot easier.' Sae smirked as he remembered the last fight him and Rin had 2 nights ago. It was a normal (?) siblings fight, if you ask Sae. The older Itoshi found out Rin asked (Y/n) out on a date, they started shouting, and before you know it, Rin had a knife stabbed in his chest. Sae had killed his brother. The boy didn't even know how things even played out, all he knows is that Rin shouted something at him, which caused Sae to snap and take the big kitchen knife. So, for the past 2 days Sae had spent his time cleaning up the kitchen, getting a new knife, getting rid of the used one, and at the end he had to get rid of Rin's body. To Sae, that was probably the hardest part, but with a few tools, garbage bags and random chemicals it was possible to do. Sae estimates that it might take a long while till anyone finds his brother's body.
'After all, who visits the deepest pits of the forest these days.'
Sae chuckled and dialed (Y/n)'s number, preparing to say the speech he prepared for the past 5 hours.
2 days before...
"I know what you are planning." Rin sent Sae a sharp glare as the older ate his dinner in boredom. Perhaps it wasn't the smartest idea of the Itoshi parents to leave their sons alone for a week, but oh well.
"What do you mean?" Sae finally asked.
"I know you want to get with (Y/n). And I am here to tell you, you won't ever have her."
Rin smirked as Sae raised an eyebrow, putting his chopsticks down.
"What make you say that? Then who will have her you? Or one of those pathetic Blue Lock players? Don't make me laugh." Sae rolled his eyes.
"Of course it will be me." Rin said confidently.
"For your information, Sae, (Y/n) knows me better than you. When she comes to our matches, she is there to cheer me on. When she is in Japan, she calls me to meet up." Rin chuckled, not noticing Sae's hands slowly twitch. He was always good with his resting face.
"And when walks down the isle eventually, she will do it because of me. Because I will be always (Y/n)'s pick. Not you. You are insignificant to her."
Sae didn't know what had possessed him to grab the knife, but he did. With a never before seen speed and strength, Sae was quickly in front of Rin and tackled him to the ground. The younger tried to fight his brother off of him, but he couldn't. All Rin saw at the end was a crazed smile on Sae's face as the older repeatedly stabbed him.
"Looks like your little dreams of (Y/n) will stay only that. Dreams." Sae laughed as he got off of Rin. The younger's eyes wide in panic as he slowly took his final breaths. Knife still stabbed into his chest as a pool of blood surrounded him.
Present day...
"I still can't believe Rin has a girlfriend." (Y/n) said while drinking her got chocolate. Sae sat across from her, trying to keep his usual stoic expression on.
'Cute.' He thought and clearer his throat.
"Yeah. That idiot couldn't wait to see her so he left earlier. Again, I am really sorry he didn't call you earlier."
"It's fine. You don't need to apologize. I just wish I knew sooner so that I could tease him. Oh well, maybe the next time I see him." (Y/n) laughed as Sae shrugged his shoulders.
"For sure. But in the meantime, do you want to have dinner tomorrow? I saw that a new restaurant opened in Roppongi."
(Y/n) put her cup down and slowly nodded her head.
"Sure, I have no other plans for the next few days. But wouldn't it be boring with me for 2 days in a row-"
Sae shook his head and gently took one of her hands.
"Not at all." He gave the girl a tiny smile, causing a blush to erupt on her face.
"O-oh... ok, then!"
'Finally we are going somewhere. Should have gotten rid of that nuisance a long time ago.' Sae thought, holding back a smirk.
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i love all of your hcs and i know dealer!ellie would love to spoil reader
but hcs with rich reader who loves to spoil ellie?!?!
hi anon !! honestly i’ve wanted to write rich ellie hcs for such a long time bc it’s an idea thats so interesting to me eheh i just love imagining her owning a business or something ( even tho realistically she would probably NOT know how to manage one at all .. srry .. ) here’s some hcs <3
rich!ellie x reader hcs
♡ u met her while working part time as a waitress to support urself during college . she was a couple years older than u , thought u were super cute and left the biggest tip ever . u thought it was a mistake , so u went back to her table and told her she left a lot of money but insisted it wasn’t an accident . the next week she came back during the least busy hour + day and specifically requested u as her waitress . she offered u to sit down and have a drink with her , and since u were def attracted to her since the moment u first saw her u had nothing to do , you accepted . n well u already know how that went hehe
♡ spoils u SO MUCH . like wow . her love language would def be gift giving n the bigger the gift the better !!
♡ if u ever ask her for $10 , she sends u $100 n tells u not to worry abt it . that’s basically nothing for her . every once in a while she’d even give u $1000 if she was feeling extra nice
♡ fancy , high end restaurants ONLY . the only times uve ever gone to less expensive restaurants were bc u wanted to go and try them , but when it’s up to her to decide , she believes u deserve nothing less than the best of the best.
♡ never lets u pay for anything !! whether it be the bill , clothes , or even a super expensive bag , she can’t stand the thought of u paying for it urself . she just has to .
♡ at first , u rejected her gifts because u didn’t want her to think u were just with her bc of her money . but eventually u gave in when u realized how happy it made her , she enjoyed giving u gifts more than u enjoyed receiving them
♡ she has the comfiest bed ever . u could lay in it for days doing nothing bc of how comfy it is . she’s wanted to get another one multiple times since it’s starting to get old but doesn’t bc of how much u love it even tho she could easily get a much better one
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hi hi inky!! i hope youre doing well!!! i thought about my request and i decided to do something basic ^^ i hope asking for headcanons is okay? i didnt see any hc specific rules so UH IF!! YOU DONT WANT TO WRITE HCS DRABBLES ARE FINE!! WHICHEVER IS EASIER FO RYOU IM NOT PICKY!!!
im sure a lot of people can relate to this so yk,,, may i request azul (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and trey with a significant other thats very reserved around new people (like clings to them during social events and group projects but is still capable of working on their own if that makes sense?) just overall someone who feels really safe with them!! and theyre super bubbly and teasing when theyre around but with everyone else theyre :I
I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE?!?!? AND IF YOU DECIDE TO WRITE THSI REQUEST I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN!!! SUPER EXCITED TO SEE WHAT YOU WHIP UP EHEHEHEH and make sure youre drinking water and resting when you need to ^^ i will stop mothering you now just know that jamil loves u <3
Shy? Not quite
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Heyyyy I'm genuinely ashamed at how long this took me but ig I just needed better music?? Literally the second I put on the song I'm listening to rn it just came out like organized word vomit- anyway!!! HOPE YOU ENJOY I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT
Characters; Trey Clover and Azul Ashengrotto
Content; Trey and Azul hc's with a S/O who is reserved around most others, especially in a social setting but bubbly and teasing around them
Gender neutral pronouns used!
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Trey Clover
• I feel like Trey knows how to deal with a S/O that behaves in such a way
• He has siblings and in a way that’s how they act. That means he, in a way, knows how to handle the situation, but that doesn’t mean he’s not surprised when they act like that the first time.
• He remembers that clearly, they were teasing, joking and laughing on their way to an event but how much they quieted down once there almost shocked him.
• Almost because his sibling mode kicked in. He didn’t even realise until he’d taken most of the attention off them actually
• He didn’t ask what exactly happened with them at the event but when they left and were sitting back at home he did.
• He felt happy when they were back to their usual self although the teasing did make him grin sheepishly.
• He felt even happier when he learned the true nature of that shift; the fact they felt so safe with him that they could be themselves. The teasing sure did always catch him slightly off guard though
• Expect your favourite treat the next day with a sweet note and perhaps a few extra bits of affect here and there throughout the day
Azul Ashengrotto
• On the outside you wouldn’t think Azul was all that affected by his S/O’s behaviour
• Oh how wrong you’d be because he was very much affected!!
• Not that he chose to show it mind you, but their behaviour sure threw his poor heart through a predator-filled tsunami
• Regardless of that his acting barely faltered at the event itself though he did shoot them quite a few more glances than usual, as he was actually worried they were not feeling well.
• He actually asked about half an hour to an hour into the event if they were alright due to their suddenly much cooler nature.
• They were handling tasks with others rather well but still he was worried, so it put them at ease when they said everything was alright.
• He told them to speak up should they be uncomfortable or not feeling well regardless though.
• Like Trey he also only asked once having left the event and in the privacy of his office.
• To say his heard sputtered and his cheeks grew red for long enough to be caught like that would be divulging secrets, but here we are anyway.
• He did catch himself but he now knew they felt safe with him, safe by his side.. and perhaps he’d recognise soon he feels the same way about you.
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I advise you not seek this content out. There's a reason I'm not linking it. It's full of abelism and gaslighting. But I just want to show you what I'm about to rant about because this woman is claiming chronic illness doesn't exist and women specifically are faking to get a diagnosis for attention. And she's claiming this is a mental health issue.
As a disabled person, I need to rant.
The first time I got a migraine. I was 10 years old. They were near constant. I know exactly how old I was because when I went to the doctor, he said it was probably the braces shifting the bones in my skull. They were called just headaches.
If you've ever had a migraine, you would understand that if you were experiencing this much pain, and you were told there was a way to make it stop, you GRAB that shit. I had my braces removed before my jaw was finished straightening because I shouldn't have had braces in the first place and my baby teen started falling out (very late, I know).
And when my adult teeth came in, I BEGGED my doctor to not give me braces again. And remember what I said earlier. If you're experiencing migraine level symptoms and you were told there was a way to make it stop. You grab that chance. Yes, my teeth are still fucked up. Yes, this leads to me dealing with chronic jaw pain.
You don't get how much pain I was in just... all the fucking time. My parents had to carry large bottles of advil with them at all times. Some of my earliest memories is being at a restaurant and my mom being like "I know this is weird but do you have any advil? I forgot to refill the bottle and my daughter is in too much pain to eat". Just from the migraine.
I was taking adult doses of pain meds with my doctors telling me to alternate Advil and Tylenol every 2 hours at the age of 10 (most meds say not for children under 12). Because migraine was not a diagnosis that existed.
When I was in high school, I finally did get a diagnosis from my PCP of "migraine". Idk if it ever went on the record but a was prescribed migraine medication. Which was essentially prescription strength advil and imitrex. There weren't exactly a lot of options back then.
And I again have specific memories of being in school. The ring of the fire alarm during a fire drill triggers a migraine. First thing I had to do when we went back in was go to the nurse and nurse had to call my parents and they had to bring my meds (special school rules the nurse needed the prescription bottle which would make it hard to have any at home). And the nurse was like "when's it gonna work?" And my mom was like "idk. If it does work it'll be like 30 minutes" and the nurse was like "Yeah we can't keep her here 30 minutes on a maybe. This is no place for a kid with a migraine. Take her home."
Throughout all this? I didn't consider myself disabled. Because I could still function. I wasn't missing too much school to pass. I was still able to pass my classes.
In college though it got really bad. I was missing 3 or 4 days of classes at a time because I couldn't hold down anything but water. There's weeks I did go to class that I just blacked it the pain was so bad. I got hurt from the vertigo regularly. It got so bad u finally sought it a migraine community just to try to understand what the hell was wrong with me and just so I had a place where I could vent. It sucked so damn bad.
And this community helped me immensely. They had a list of headache specialists which helped me find my doctor. They gave me a ton of treatment options to discuss with my doctor and they suggested vitamin supplements that I could also discuss with my doctor. It took a few years because I don't react to most common migraine meds, but a year out of college, I finally got a treatment plan that fucking helped. I live a pretty normal life now the only exception being the couple of hours it takes my meds to kick in.
And even through all of that, I hesitated to call myself disabled. I was still functional enough to graduate college without the ADA (but honestly I'd have done better if I had accommodations for all the time I had to miss). My migraines weren't frequent enough to be considered "chronic".
The only reason why I'm able to comfortably call myself disabled now is because of the invisible illness and spoonie communities. They were like "Your health issues impacting most of your life even though there's no physical symptoms? You keep missing important events duev to your health issues? You limiting what you do so to not impact your health issues? You're disabled."
Because I was so afraid of taking something away from physically disabled people by using the label. I'm still going to heavy metal concerts (yes they land me in bed for days after with a migraine). I can hold down a job and still semi-function (I'm privileged that I can get a remote job so if I can't get out of bed I don't need to call in. And I work for small companies that are more forgiving of health issues.)
Listen. I 100% believe in the spoonie movement with all my heart. But what people don't realize is that invalidating the spoonie movement invalidates people like me. People that have had pain since childhood that almost no medication can touch that's coupled with other neurological issues that is detrimental to our health. I was exercising every day, but I had to stop because there were too many days I couldn't hold down food. I was eating very healthy, but I had to stop because there were too many days where calories were more important than vitamins because again I was lucky if I could hold down food. The pain was so bad that there was gaps in my memory and I hurt myself but I couldn't remember how between the vertigo and the memory issues.
And yeah. My migraines don't affect me like that now. I'm on treatment where I don't "look disabled". I can function with the best of the abled people. But it took years of meds and trial and error with my doctor to get here. I'm functioning with the exact balance of person meds and activity levels to keep me found for the things I enjoy doing.
And I need people to realize that's what invisible disability is. Paralyzed person can't walk? They get a wheelchair. I can't go outside without spending the rest of my day bedbound from the bright light and heat? I get meds that help sooth the nervous system (honestly I don't know how the fuck my meds work but this is the equivalent of my "wheelchair")
Yeah! We look functional. That's the point. That's the entire point. Because before this we lost friends and failed classes because we couldn't get our of bed our body's failed us so hard. The only reason why abled people think we don't exist is because we literally couldn't leave the house. And online communities have allowed us to be seen on those worse days when we're normally hidden behind closed doors.
I was able to interact with people online yesterday with my migraine, when previously you wouldn't have been able to see that because I literally couldn't leave the house.
-fae
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i loved ur enha finding u crying story and was wondering if u could do one w jungwon comforting/cheering on their s/o while practicing hard/during their taekwondo match! i do taekwondo and jungwon is my bias and i may or may not always bring his pc to competitions as a sense of comfort. but tyy :)
A Kick in the Heart.
pairing: (gn) taekwondo student reader x s/o taekwondo partner jungwon
genre: fluff fluff fluff fluff
wc: ≈ 2k
description/tags: yang jungwon from enhypen, basically the ask above sums it up, comfort, support, frustration, “my love/dear” used, hand holding, hug, relationship, happy crying.
note: ello! thank you so much for requesting this, it’s such a cute idea (i’m also jungwon biased) and i honestly needed the motivation to write something on here. full disclaimer, i don’t really know anything about taekwondo because i have only done ju jitsu, so it might not be very accurate but i tried anyway ㅠㅠ. ily, you’re super cool and i hope you enjoy <3
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The ache in your legs only began to hurt more and you didn’t know how much longer you could tolerate the old smell from the mats your now shaky legs stood upon. You had been practicing restlessly for hours alone in the dojang this evening, pushing yourself past your limits, all in preparation for a huge competition coming up sooner than you would have liked it to be. The nerves and pre-comp anxiety you felt only pushed you to train harder, practice more. You had to be prepared and ready for this and you wouldn’t go down easy. What pushed you even harder was your taekwondo partner, who also happened to be your sweet and loving s/o, Yang Jungwon.
Maybe it was corny, but you took pride in impressing him. You desperately wanted to avoid being humiliated in front of him, even if he was the type of person to think you’re amazing no matter what. You had met him when you first joined taekwondo, and were partnered up with him for your first few classes. He had been doing taekwondo for a few years now, and was really, and I mean really good at it, so it was an honor to be the one to work with him back then. He was always the instructor's example for the other students and everyone looked up to him,
Especially you.
He was basically your idol in some sort of way, and you were determined to get to know him. Luckily, he was just as willing to learn about you and you soon became inseparable, spending every day together in and out of the dojang. You had this specific picture of him that you loved so much and you would always carry it around with you, which you would always look at for comfort before any big event or a match. Of course, he had one of you too. He called it his ‘good luck charm’ and whenever you couldn’t be where he was, he would bring the picture like you were there with him.
Usually you would always practice together but you had been insisting on practicing solo for this upcoming competition, even though he was also participating in the competition just in a different section. You didn’t tell him that you had been consistently almost living in the dojang when nobody else was using it for the past few weeks. In fact, Jungwon had started to get insanely worried about you because you just kept canceling on plans and missing out on everything. At first, he thought you might’ve been mad at him and maybe you were giving him the silent treatment- but you didn’t seem mad at all, and you weren’t necessarily ignoring him all-day-everyday either.
As he passed the simple yet so significant building where you would usually train alongside each other, today he noticed a light on where it shouldn’t have been. Only then it occurred to him exactly where you had been disappearing to. If there was anywhere you’d be before a competition, it was the dojang. He felt a little betrayed that you weren’t practicing with him though, and began to worry you might have found a new favorite training partner.
As he approached the entrance of the room, he could hear the smacks of your hits, exhausted breaths, and yells of frustration followed by a light thud. His eyes were both blessed and cursed with the sight of you as he entered. There you were, so beautiful, but so burnt out and sore. You had obviously taken a minute to catch your breath and you were laying on your back staring into the awfully bright ceiling completely lost in thought. He sighed and approached you quietly, quiet enough that you still hadn’t noticed him until he positioned and laid himself next to you.
You briefly turned your head to look at him and then looked back up at the ceiling and stayed silent. You knew he was about to nag the heck out of you for this, but you were just too tired and annoyed to even try fighting it or defend yourself. Jungwon laid there and stared at the ceiling as well, but he wasn’t silent for long.
“Why alone?” he uttered.
You shrugged in response, not sure how to answer yet and still a little surprised to see him unintentionally here right now.
“You really want to do well?” he questioned you rhetorically.
“Why is that even a question, you know I do,” you grumbled.
“Then don’t you want a companion?”
“You don’t need to train, you’re gonna win without any practice, you always do. I mean your name literally has ‘won’ in it,” you regarded with a smart tone.
“Who says you aren’t going to do just the same? You’re probably better than me-” he was cut off by the facial expression plastered on your face when you turned your head to meet his eyes. Your eyebrows were raised at him in a way of saying “be serious”.
“Okay at least let me help you a bit,” he sat up and took your arm to draw circles on it with his finger, “I don’t want you to seriously hurt yourself,” he pouted slightly.
You didn’t plan on it, but you ended up agreeing to let him train with you for a few hours. He was too precious to reject, and that cheesy plea on his face was too convincing. He got changed and returned quickly to begin practice with you.
About an hour in, you hit the ground pretty hard and screamed. Jungwon rushed to you in horror that he might’ve really injured you. But it wasn’t a scream of pain, it was an infuriated scream of failure and exhaustion. Jungwon understood.
“It’s okay, you’re gonna knock it out of the park,” Jungwon took your hand into his own, “I believe in you. You’re such a hard worker, and your determination is unmatched love. That’s why I love you so much, you know that.”
“I’m just afraid I’m not reaching my full potential. What if I don’t do good enough?” You began to fret frantically, doubting yourself left and right.
Jungwon turned your head to look at him and he simply smiled, dimples on full display. He tucked away a stray hair strand in your face and grabbed the little flannel from beside him, dabbing it on your forehead gently, “there is no ‘if’ when it comes to you. You can and will do your best, and at the end of the day you’re always the winner of my heart.”
“That’s so cringey,” you squirmed.
“You make me like that,” he patted your head softly and reached out to pull you up on your feet again, “let’s go get a treat, you deserve it.”
“The building is still open for another hour though-” you began.
“It’s enough practice my dear, you’re going to be swollen and too sore to participate on the day otherwise. Then all that hard work you put in will go to waste,” he tried to convince you.
You nodded and began to tidy up the space, “you're paying though, I left my money at home.”
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The big day had arrived and the knots in your stomach and slight tremble proved it. You were up next, and Jungwon wasn’t there beside you. He was off doing his own match elsewhere. You wished you could’ve watched him, but you had your match at the same time as his and you knew he would win it anyway. He was a taekwondo genius after all.
You sneaked a glance at the picture of him you had and smiled. “I’ll win it for us,” you thought to yourself.
“You’re on now,” the person beside you guided you.
【☆】★【☆】
Just as you had predicted, Jungwon was currently winning his match, but it was getting a bit too close for comfort for him. His rival was actually a challenge and Jungwon almost slipped up a few times.
The thought of you was taking over his mind, which is probably why he wasn’t as focused as he usually was today. It was risky, but he couldn’t erase the thought of you right now. The immense guilt he felt that he couldn’t be there with you right now was suffocating. You had trained until you literally dropped and he was missing it. All he wanted was to be holding you right now and he was so concerned for your health and safety. If someone hurt you, he swears he would go after them.
The thought of you motivated him and he began to pick up his pace again to get this match over and done with. Quickly, Jungwon won the match and cheers were heard from all around the space, but he didn’t celebrate. Not at all. Jungwon rushed off the area and ran like lightning towards where your match was. He pushed through people and almost fell over a few times until he reached the sight of you.
You were losing the lead of your match, but still working hard to win.
Until you heard it.
The enthusiastic cheer from a familiar voice of someone you absolutely adored.
“THATS MY Y/N!”
You caught a glimpse of him to confirm it; Jungwon had basically become something like the flash to support you in your match. He was jumping up and down, yelling your name like an obsessive American soccer mom. It made you giggle to yourself, and almost distracted you.
“FOCUS” is all you could hear from Jungwon now, he was like a coach.
But maybe that’s all you needed. Just, Jungwon.
Because you won your match, even after coming dangerously close to losing. You couldn’t believe it and you stood paralyzed in shock. This win was huge for you because this was a really important and popular competition. Taekwondo students from all around the country had come together for it.
When it was okay to, Jungwon darted over to you and captured you into a tight hug, spinning you around a little, “YOU DID GREAT!”
You had missed his warmth and embrace so badly, and you were so surprised to see him before the end of your match- that you had just won- that you felt tears well up in your eyes.
“Why are you crying my love?” He hugged you tighter.
“You’re drenched in sweat, that’s so gross” you joked.
“Oh I’m so sorry I just-“ Jungwon didn’t get the memo that it was just a joke.
“They’re happy tears,” you interrupted him and cried out, letting them finally fall from your eyes. You tightened your grasp on him, heart full of love. When suddenly, you heard Jungwon begin to sniffle too.
“Wait, why are YOU crying?” You looked at him, the skin around his eyes starting to glow a light red as he wiped your own tears with his thumbs.
“Happy tears, because I’m so proud of you. You’re such an amazing person, and you’re all mine.”
No award could amount to the achievement he felt being able to call you his.
… end …
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an: ty for reading! lmk what you guys thought, all notes are appreciated and feedback is encouraged!! i’m sorry if there’s a lot of mistakes- i can’t see what i’m typing very well because of the tumblr bug rn where the text is barely visible ugh. have a great day loves~ ENHA COMEBACK OTW HEHEHEHAR.
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oh shit bro!!! ok! ahh if you have time and you would like to, would you have anything at all in the realm of hurt/comfort for lalo and/or nacho? ngl im down in the pits and ur writing is like a grilled cheese sandwhich on a cold rainy day, its amazing.
idk, maybe the reader is kind of going through it mentally and hella withdraws from everyone which causes conflict bc ahhh cartel work or something (idk man i dont deal drugs) and so The Boys go and check up on u bc "dude did you die or something?" (bc cartel stuff yknow?) and YOURE like "no i didnt die im just vibing bro but the vibes are tainted and gross" and theyre like "cool lets fix that." yknow? idk man the world is your oyster, i trust you. go nuts. but only if you would like to and have the time, i dont wanna pressure you to do anything homie :,) i hope u have a good day.
by far the cutest ask i have ever been sent. i'm sobbing. ily. and i am a WHORE. for hurt/comfort. you just get me!
cw: this gets kind of heavy at parts! maybe releasing something subconsciously with this man idfk. some of talk of depression, anxiety, stuff of that nature. enjoy!!
you legitimately wanted to disappear. forever.
your brain was constantly scrambled, erratic, and loud. you thought of everything and remembered nothing 99.9% of the time. what you did remember was nothing short of miserable reminders of what got you to where you were. who you were. what you'd done.
the shaking of your desperate hands and shuttered breathing of your lungs were nothing compared to the mind-numbing, seemingly endless spew of unfortunate findings in the barren wasteland that was your brain.
you hadn't come into work in 3 days. it had been 3 days since you'd step foot onto the tiled floor of el michoacáno. 3 days since you'd showered. 3 days since you'd moved, besides the awkward shifting during the freezing cold in the middle of the night, when you attempted to sleep. you were miserable, and the worst part was you couldn't decipher why.
it had also been 3 days since you'd checked your phone. oblivious to the countless amount of mixed calls from some of the only contacts you had: nacho and lalo. when you finally made it to reaching your phone, shoved in the drawer of your nightstand, your eyes widened. you ruined something again.
the texts varied from
L: ¿dónde diablos estás?
N: lalo me está molestando.
to
N: hate to say it, but i miss you
L: come back pls
you felt terrible, throwing your phone back to its place with a groan, hiding under the covers like you could escape the tenderness of missing your coworkers. more specifically, your friends.
all you could try to focus on was the gentle beating of your heart, remembering the time that nacho calmed you down the first time you had a panic attack in front of him after nearly dying. his hands were ice cold against your hot cheeks, pulling the hands that were hopelessly wiping away the streaming tears all the way down to your chest.
"el corazón. no cesará. no te dejaré tampoco."
you can still recall the pattern of his slow heart that you heard while you cried against his chest.
you weren't sure how long it was until you felt a change in the air. minutes, hours, days? time was moving irrationally slow and fast all at once. you were still blankly lying against your bed, buried under your blankets. nacho felt like he was at your wake.
you were zoned out, eyes only focusing when the two men you were worried about had seemingly teleported in front of your bed. instead of dropping a sarcastic, self-deprecating joke (like you usually do), you merely turned to the other side with a dramatic sigh.
a pair of rough fingers jumped in front of your line of vision, snapping rambunctiously.
"hey, hey! what the hell, mi amigo!?" his tone was dripping with comedy. "you have no right to ignore either of us. we've been so good to you."
you knew it was lalo quickly, thanks to the delicious grandiose of his gravely voice.
you finally turned around, hearing your bones crack as you pushed yourself up to lay against your bedpost. nacho and lalo drank in your disheveled state, agitation on their faces quietly fading into a look you knew all too well: concern. you glimpsed down at nacho's hand, rubbing his thumb over something he was obviously nervous about before shoving it in his pocket.
"i-" you started, blood suddenly running cold at the what you thought to be shameful eyes staring right at you. for some reason, a lump that had been building for what felt like years finally exploded in the back of your throat, a quick tear that you attempted to wipe away slipping down your cheek, going to push away nacho's anxious hand that reached for your back.
"what? you what?" lalo's posture had completely changed, eyes softening.
the tears were flowing fearlessly now, your eyes still dim and lifeless. you seemed to be fading away, in real time. it was melancholy.
"i am not-" you swallowed, putting a hand to your heart subconsciously.
"i am not ignoring you guys." you said firmly, staring lalo right in the eyes with your stoic, but unconvincing gaze.
the two exchanged looks at each other, nacho biting the inside of his cheek, lalo scratching the back of his neck. they had no idea what to do. they killed people for a living! even if you three weren't the most fond of each other at times, you obviously cared about each other.
"i'm just adjusting. i've got a lot going on. needed some rest." you explained, pressing your fingers together so hard that when you pulled them apart, the skin eased open slowly.
"haha." you were unconvincing, and unrelenting in how much you swore that everything was just fine.
lalo was already strutting his way into the kitchen, starting on something he knew you'd like: chicken noodle soup. when you went to scold him for barging in your home, he just pressed a gentle kiss on your head, making your eyes widen because that is so unlike him.
while lalo got to work in the kitchen, nacho cautiously sat at the end of your bed. when you went to talk, still tearful and messy, nacho politely put a hand up.
"you don't have to explain yourself all the time, you know?" he asked, genuine curiosity brewing in his deep eyes.
"i mean, especially not to me or him." he nodded towards the kitchen, past your doorway. "do you see how we have spent our lives?" he asked, pressing a tickling finger into your side, grinning ear to ear when you smiled the tiniest bit.
"listen. i know how it feels." he started, eyes searching around the floor to try and put what he wanted to say politely, into terms he knew wouldn't blossom into spouts of dangerous overthinking in your unpleasantly fragile mind. he looked just about as sad as you.
"i know what it feels like to have no one understand." he finally looked up at you, hands gently pressing into your shoulders. his eyes were almost watering. maybe you were hallucinating.
you started to cry more, and his frown grew.
"please, please do not cry." he started.
"estás muy cerca de romperme el corazón." was said under his breath. mumbled like an unforgivable sin at the altar.
while his hands wiped away at your tears, he just silently told you, "we care about you. we all care about each other. we have to."
his touches that were so comfortable against your tense body led you to your bathtub, and before you knew it he was sitting on the edge of your toilet and rubbing body wash against your spine. his grimace grew at your sorrowful, hunched figure.
"please do not cry." was uttered again, like you crying would shatter his world just as much as yours.
as soon as you were dressed in fresh clothes, and your messy hair was neatly pulled away from your face, nacho brought you back to your newly cleaned bed.
you felt like your only lifeline was his warmth surrounding what felt like the arctic that you had embedded yourself in.
lalo invited himself back in, pressing a beautiful tray of chicken noodle soup onto your lap, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders with an airy sense of comedy (he pretended like the job was a massive issue to him, groaning each time he had to move, watching you deeply to see you laugh).
you just stared up at both of them, like you had never experienced this kind of care before.
if you were being honest with yourself, you definitely hadn't.
"well?" lalo started, looking right back at you. "eat." he said, almost in a way that a mother does to their child. he scolded you, but in the way that you know had the purest and most loving intentions.
when you did, you noticed the sharp, grainy pain in your throat was instantly washed away. you couldn't stop. your nutrient-deprived body scarfed down the meal, chugging the glass of water he added on the side.
"thank you guys." was all you said, looking away with a gentle smile on your face.
"are you kidding me? of course!" lalo laughed. "you just need to come coddle me every time i get sick. deal?" he asked, rubbing your head.
after hours of hugs and distracting conversations, the pair decided you were well enough to leave for the night.
"get lots of rest, okay? don't need you to lose any focus at work." lalo pointed a demanding finger at you, chest raised like he was the king of the world. "be safe."
you nodded, your head leaning into your pillow with a grin. nacho situated himself in front of you once more, reaching into his pocket. he made his way out while you read the tiny slip of battered paper.
you noticed a gorgeous blue, dried flower pressed against the right edge. in his messy handwriting you could dechiper:
"el corazón. no cesará. no te dejaré tampoco."
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🐄 DEMON FORMS: BELPHEGOR 💤
AN: thanks void for helping w the tags ♡♡♡ also jsyk my requests are open and I am gonna be working on them slowly but surely. I have a con in like... a little over a week? So I'm a lil busy rn but thank u for the love on my creepy demon posts. As always you can check the obey me world building tag on my blog to see the other parts of this series :3
inspiration for this part: honestly, nothing specific unless you count like,,, The Hat Man
TWs: body horror, possession, sleep paralysis, mentions of insanity, mentions of psychosis, lesson 16 mention, demons being demons
● Okay, Level 1.5 belphie is more common than a regular human looking belphie because he can't be bothered most of the time. Also, he doesn't like humans that aren't you, so why would he want to be palatable for them? He has permanent eyebags. He goes back and forth between blinking way too fast or not at all. Which …Is unsettling. He can stare for hours and fall asleep like that. He has cow ears, and his tail is out because he plays with the fluffy part as a stress response. It makes him feel safe (probably bc beel will brush his tail for him when it gets all tangled, and he secretly LOVES it. Puts him to sleep in seconds.) Speaking of sleep, if you look directly at Belphie, he is very…. Fuzzy looking. Like you just woke up and everything's blurry, but it's only him that looks like this.
Today is the day you learn demons can purr. You knock on the door of the twins' room, entering when you hear a quiet "come in." Perhaps you expected to see Belphie napping on Beel's back while the larger twin does push-ups. You certainly didn't think you'd see the pair sitting on the floor, Belphegor's tail being meticulously detangled by his brother. Belphie looks a bit like a house cat, curled up on the floor, eyes closed and purring as his tail occasionally swishes about. You silently take a video and leave before Belphie wakes up and forces you to delete it.
● Level 2. His tail grows large thorns, perfect for thwacking anyone who annoys him. He constantly smells like lavender and something else that no one can for sure define, but if you stand too close, you will get drowsy. Everything about him seems a bit… uncanny valley. He doesn't look terrifying so much as he looks…. Just,,,, Incorrect. His breathing sounds like a white noise machine. This is the form he takes during lesson 16. He chooses it specifically so he doesn't make you run immediately.
Despite the trauma that you experienced, you have learned to find comfort in Belphegor's demon form. Sometimes, you doze off to the sound of his breathing while your hands play with the soft fur of his ears. On more than one occasion, you have compared Belphie to one of the children from Polar Express, which got you smacked in the face by his tail. But even when you get on his last nerve, he is careful not to cut you with the sharp barbs on his tail. A silent apology for killing you once upon a time.
● Level 3. Goodbye sleepy, cozy weirdness, and hello sleep paralysis demon. The thorns on his tail get larger and spread to cover his arms. His eyelids just. Fuck off. He doesn't have them anymore. Jeff the Killer looking bitch. The longer you look at him the more…absolutely fucking AWFUL he looks. Five minutes? He has double the normal amount of teeth. Ten? His horns are casting shadows that look like every nightmare you've ever had. Twenty and all of a sudden you are literally frozen in place. If he's feeling kind, he will use magic to knock you unconscious. If not, you are going to be stuck like this until well after he leaves. If he leaves. Also, he eats dreams.
You will occasionally wake up in the dead of night to the sound of raspy breathing. When you look up, you find a pair of eyes staring intently at you. In the first few seconds after waking, your dreams are so incredibly vivid that it shocks you when they dissappear from your memory, as if it never happened. You yawn, throwing a pillow at the demon's face. Which causes Belphie to laugh, not losing balance from his perch at the end of your bed for even a second.
● Level 4. He is more mist than corporeal. He can be more on the solid side. He just prefers not to. If he is in this form, hold your breath and run. Breathing in any of the mist has…. Very bad side effects. You might find yourself unable to sleep ever again, no matter how tired, until eventually you go insane. Or perhaps living your worst nightmares is more your speed? Either way, it's absolutely horrifying, and he doesn't even have to do any work to destroy you. He just makes you do that yourself. If he likes you, he can make the effects a lot less awful. Breathing in the mist is literally breathing Belphegor, so he can also read your mind (all the better to find your deepest fears). You can hear a whispery voice in the back of your head… that's him. He likes to hang out and chat with Beel like this. Or plot anti-Lucifer activities with Satan since only the person he is possessing can hear him. He can suggest you do all sorts of things, and if you aren't paying attention, you might think it's your body working on its own. If he talks normally while just being a cloud of mist, his voice is surprisingly loud, encompassing the whole room.
A tiny voice, one you know all too well, speaks in the back of your mind. The first time this happened, you thought it was your conscious or something. Perhaps a psychotic break. But no, it is just the youngest of the seven demons you live with. Belphie enjoys backseat driving while you go about your day. He laughs when you trip (honestly, it might be him that caused it...), makes jokes at the most inappropriate times, causing you to choke on your own spit, trying to suppress laughter. And when someone is being particularly rude, he gets rather descriptive in his insults. But hey, he means well. You think.
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hi !! i saw that you were looking for HC requests so i had a little idea
what about one with mark hoppus with a partner that plays another instrument, and what if he'd teach them or they'd start a little band or what have you? i dunno i don't have too many ideas 😭
note: omg im so mad i JUST saw this wtf this is a gr8 idea !
mark hoppus headcannons part 5?????
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<< no specific gender mentioned>>
☆ being in a band with mark hoppus hcs !
☆ this takes place during blink's 2005 break up
☆ yes, this was requested
blink masterlist
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• besties from the start of the band omg
• so unseparable that the other bandmates were suspicious of u two.
• mark was crushing on u the second he met you.
• it wasn't long until he confessed his feelings for u.
• but it took a while for yall to become official.
• like he knew you liked him, and u knew he liked you, but y'all didn't wanna rush things (given the fact yall had only known each other for like a month before)
• leaving the stadium immediately after shows were done to go on dates
• yall tried to keep the relationship a secret for a while (it didnt work) and when u told your bandmates, no one was surprised
• "we knew"; "were y'all not together this entire time?"; "finally, oh my god"
• mark teaching you how to play bass omg
• like there's a certain time every day that mark would sit you down and teach u how to play
• he let u play a bassline at a show once
• he was very proud of u
• sneaking into his hotel room at night to cuddle (or fuck. depends)
• spending literal hours together writing songs (yall count that as dates)
• sneaking away from the rest of the band to make out
• very protective of u when it comes to the media
• like you're at a radio show or somethin and the interviewer says something rude about you. mark would be so quick to stand up for you
• walking in front of him when fans/paparazzi are crowding around yall so he'd have eyes on you the entire time
• sneaking out the tour bus to go get snacks !
• lazy days where yall stay in bed until 3 pm
#cutestcoupleever
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another important time of year to know about that begins in june is hurricane season.
if you live in an at-risk area, make sure you have all the supplies you need. i live in miami, so you bet your ass we're getting all the batteries, non-perishables, emergency supplies, etc. that we need.
do not wait until a storm is approaching to prepare. panic may ensue after a storm is announced. items may become hard to find. get them now while there is not much going on.
here's a list of items to stock up on. ill also put it here bc if you dont read any of the links from this post i want to be sure you at least read this. this is (in no particular order) the list from Ready, the site NOAA has linked:
water. Ready recommends a gallon per person per day for several days; get what you can. be sure you also have water for pets if you have them.
food. have several days' worth of non-perishable food. again, be sure to get food for pets as well if needed. if the food is in cans, make sure you've got some way of opening them, i.e. manual can opener. dont rely on an electronic can opener. (optionally, extra plates, utensils, etc.)
radio, etc. ESPECIALLY if you're in a risk zone, your power can go out so fast. so can cell service, etc. know which devices work without power, which require a charger, and which can work without internet.
flashlight. generally a good thing to have anyway. harbor freight has rly bright ones for cheap, theyre by the front counter
first aid kit. again, generally a good thing to have in or out of hurricane season.
covid preventative measures. especially if you're living with other people — you may end up in close quarters for days at a time or longer, and that's gonna get really bad really fast if you don't have some way to ward off the virus
MEDICATIONS!!!! i can say from experience that hurricanes and even just storm surges have a very real chance of messing up your ability to get your prescription. all it takes is a power outage and the pharmacy to be like oh :( sorry cant give u ur meds now :( computer isnt working :( and you can get screwed so easily. also, check up on your supplies of any over-the-counter stuff you may need to use, especially if regularly (for example, ibuprofen and similar that might be needed for menstrual cramps)
menstrual products (pads, tampons, etc.). you will want to have enough of these for a while. make sure to account for anyone else you're living with who needs them too.
baby care products. Ready specifically lists formula, bottles, diapers, wipes, and diaper rash cream.
diversions for kids. Ready lists this too, and i can say from experience — being trapped inside without power during a hurricane as a kid is not only terrifying, but also boring as all hell. you don't really understand what the adults are talking about, you just know that you're possibly in danger and that your games arent working because of it, and it sucks. i highly recommend legos, but even a silly board game can be enough for a couple hours.
batteries. yes okay sure maybe you have batteries. but please double-check — are they the right kind? do you have enough for the things you may need to use them for? also keep track of batteries for devices such as hearing aids, which you are less likely to be able to find batteries for from a neighbor
whistle to signal for help. you can get em for like 3-4 bucks
dust mask for contaminated air. i tried to find whether this can be a covid mask, but no dice. lmk if you know! in the absence of any evidence that the two are completely interchangeable, i would recommend to get a separate dust mask just in case. harbor freight sells em in packs of 10 for 3-4 bucks. also keep in mind that not all dust masks are designed for use against covid
plastic sheeting and duct tape. this one is to seal up the walls in case of danger outside — here's how to do it. (Look at the section titled "Sheltering in place".)
wet wipes, garbage bags, plastic ties
wrench or pliers to turn off utilities. here's how to do it. be sure you know which tools can be used for what BEFORE you have to go do it yourself. while you're at it, check if you've got any tools you need to repair damage to mobility aids, etc.
maps of the area. if you dont know your area, if you're dorming or rooming and don't know what's around, whatever your situation — trust me, you do not want to have to rely on an electronic device to get to where you need to be. know what you're looking for in advance if possible.
phone, charger, etc.
other important supplies based on what you might need:
glasses + lens solution. once again, this is pretty much just a thing that's generally good to have. but also remember that a lens wipe can only do so much if your glasses are covered in large particles or particles in a large amount
cash, important documents, etc. preferably in a waterproof container. Ready specifically lists insurance policies, identification and bank account records.
blanket or sleeping bag for each person. yet another instance of something that is generally good to have.
full change of clothing + shoes. if you can get good, sturdy shoes — great. but if you have a pair of extra shoes, that's fine too.
fire extinguisher. i'll be honest — i've never included this in the kit, and i don't have one, but Ready lists it as an item some people might need. idk. if you feel like you might need one, you can look into it — they do seem to be among the pricier items on the list, though.
this list will show you your evacuation zone if you live in the eastern/southern US:
this shows flooding zones in the US and Puerto Rico:
please feel free to add on any other resources you know of!
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After a year’s delay I’m finally posting my retrospective on my first 20 years in Reno. Here’s hoping the next ten year retrospective doesn’t take another to write.
Special thank you to @creative-writing92 for proofreading this.
I hope you all enjoy
A look back at 20 years in Reno, Part 1– The first 10 2002-2012
September 3, 2022 was the 20th Anniversary of my move from Phoenix, Arizona to Reno, Nevada. I’ve wanted to write this retrospective for a while but for some reason, I put it off. I had the time, I just didn’t do it. I played games on my iPad or took naps. So here it goes. I’m not doing a year-by-year breakdown because some years would be boring. This is just a word dump with some trimming to keep it shortish.
September 3, 2002, it was the day after Labor Day. That weekend was hard at church. Word had spread among my group of friends that I was moving. I remember the specific reaction of one older friend and his wife. He interrupted his wife’s conversation with another person to not only tell her that I was leaving but to have the three of them pray for me after I explained why I was leaving. I spent the holiday morning at a church baptism basically saying goodbye to all the friends I made at the church I had attended for the entire time I lived in Phoenix from 1997-2002, Vineyard Christian Fellowship North Phoenix. Thankfully, I’m still in contact with many of them via Facebook. Many times I wish I had gone back for more visits, but that never happened and probably won’t because of health issues.
So you may be asking why did I move 740 miles if I was happy where I was? That can basically be summed up in two words; No Job! After being let go from one job for having flu-like symptoms for more than a week, Since I was having difficulty finding a job, one that would allow me to pay my bills, my mom eventually suggested that I move to Reno and live with her while I looked for a job and got settled. After some discussion with one of my pastors and prayer with friends, I took my mom up on her offer of a place to live. I spent the holiday weekend loading up my stuff into a U-Haul truck and early Tuesday morning I hopped into my tightly-packed truck and drove all day and night through the Arizona and Nevada deserts finally arriving in Reno early Wednesday morning. After sleeping a few hours at my new residence, my dad came and helped me unload the truck and put the majority of my stuff in my mom’s garage. We took the truck to the nearest U-Haul rental location. The next several weeks I was out looking for a job and found one that allowed me to use the electronics degree that I got in Phoenix.
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Let me tell you a story about how lucky I was during my trip. When I say tightly-packed, I mean I could barely pull down the door, I needed my roommate to push on the pieces that were blocking the door so I could close the latch. I fortunately ran into a kind Arizona Highway Patrolman who let me go through a security checkpoint at the Hoover Dam. Since it was almost the one year Anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attacks, there was concern that other locations would be targets for attacks, Hoover Dam being one of them. Since we couldn’t open the back of the truck so he could inspect it. He decided my story was credible enough that I wasn’t going to blow up the dam and let me through to cross over the dam. If he didn’t let me over, I would have had to take a major detour and probably wouldn’t have had the gas money to make it to Reno that night, nor money for a hotel room.
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Those first seven years were dominated primarily by two things; my Line Tech job at International Game Technology (IGT,) and volunteer work at the church I was going to, first known as Mtn Springs Church, later on it became Reno Vineyard. I have always been active in my churches, whether it was being a part of the sound crew from an early age at my home church in South Lake Tahoe, or being an adult leader in the Youth group in Phoenix to overseeing the Audio/Video Team in Reno, volunteering had been a big part of my church experience. It didn’t take me long to get plugged into the church once I found the right one. I quickly made close friends, both in my age group and some who are older, many of those people have remained in my life.
I started working for IGT at the end of September, 2002. During my tenure there i started on the Day Shift Crew until the need arose for someone to move to the Swing Shift Crew, until the Swing Shift schedule was closed and we all joined the DayShift Crew. I eventually got to a point where I was the tech that was called for the tougher jobs. At the end of my tenure I was part of a focus group to try to find causes of repetitive repair issues that usually resulted in damage to expensive parts. In this group I worked closely with management and engineers. I would put together spreadsheets based on repair calls and the specific tech’s repairs performed.
One significant event that happened in April of 2008 was the sudden death of my younger brother Philip. Phil had been living with our grandmother in Yuba City helping her out as well as going to college and trying to make the college baseball team. When that didn’t work out he began studying to to obtain a real estate license, which he obtained. Unfortunately this was in the middle of the recession and he wasn’t able to sign on with an agent at the time so he was helping my uncle flip a property nearby. Phil’s sudden passing had a profound impact on my life. Even now 15 years later and after a traumatic brain injury, I still remember that day very vividly. I was at work when I got the 9am call from my mom telling me that my brother had passed during the night. I’m not going to describe that morning because the details take up too much space. The support I got from coworkers as well as my Star Wars friends was an immense comfort to me.
One other major event that I got to be a part of was during Memorial Day weekend of 2007 to celebrate my 30th birthday I joined a few thousand fellow Star Wars fans in Los Angeles at Celebration IV (CIV) to celebrate the 30th Anniversary of the Original Star Wars movie. During this weekend I meet up with a bunch of fellow bloggers on the old Fan Club, Hyperspace blog site. Sadly the blogs are no longer in existence. But we still keep in touch via Social Media. After the first day a Bloggers’ Meet & Greet was organized since most of us had never met in person. This gave us the chance to put a face to the Username and avatar.
(Picture of the convention logo. This was taken from the large screen at the opening ceremonies.)
(Our group at lunch on the first day. I’m the tall curly-haired dude in the center of the picture. I ran into these guys by chance. I was getting dog-tired. We spent the rest of the weekend going from place to place. We waited in line together
After I left my job, I had planned on getting some rest for a few days and then do stuff around my mom’s house. I had been renting it from her since just after I had moved back to Reno, after she had moved to Gardnerville for her own job. But I ended up just staying in bed most of the time. I did plan a trip to the east coast to see some friends I had met a few years earlier at a Star Wars convention in Los Angeles, but prior to that East Coast trip, over Mother’s Day weekend, my mom, grandmother and I were going to go to Chicago to see family that lived there and we hadn’t seen in more than a decade. I had also planned on catching up with other Star Wars friends who lived in the Chicago area. The week prior to our trip to Chicago, I went down to visit my grandmother and my mom had suggested that instead of her going to get Grandma, I bring her to Mom’s house and they would come get me the next day at my house and we would go to the airport.
Looking back now, I shouldn’t have even gone to visit my grandma, let alone driven us back. For a good portion of the week that I was there, if I was in the living room, I was nodding off or falling asleep even while I was on the computer, writing an essay for an American history college course. I also took a drive out to a park and was nodding off on that drive too. I’m lucky I didn’t drive off a cliff while driving grandma and myself back to Gardnerville. Sing Grandma hadn’t seen my Uncle Bob in a while, we took a detour to visit him and his then wife Jenny in South Lake Tahoe. The routes I took to their house and to my mom’s house in Gardnerville from Tahoe weren’t exactly the safest ways to go for someone who kept nodding off. After eventually making it to Gardnerville, I could have stayed at mom’s house but I didn’t. I said I had to pack and also had to finish my history essay that was due that night at midnight. Mom and Grandma would come get me the next morning and go to the airport for our flight to Chicago. I left my grandma and made my way back. I stopped at both a grocery store to get a Starbucks coffee AND a 7-Eleven to get a Coke Slurpee to keep me awake for the 30 minute drive home.
This is one of the instances where God kept me from dying. In between Carson City and Reno there is a five mile straightaway that goes through Washoe Valley that I would take and was regularly able to get my car up between 85-90 miles per hour and if there wasn’t any traffic or cops visible I could hit 100 mph. Sometimes I would take one of the truck routes that would bypass that straightaway. This trip was one of those times. I exited the highway and it wasn’t more than a mile into that route when I either nodded off or actually fell asleep and drove up the hill on the right side of the road and rolled my car down the hill. I’m pretty sure I actually fell asleep because I distinctly remember waking up and seeing the inside of my car spinning and stuff flying around inside. By some miracle my car landed on all four tires. I wasn’t injured. The roof on my side wasn’t damaged, the roof on the passenger side, however was CRUSHED, the same side that grandma had been in less than an hour before!
Another thing that God provided was the driver in the car behind me that saw the accident was a nurse who had just gotten off work at Carson Tahoe Medical Center and was on her way home. She was able to give me a brief check to make sure I didn’t suffer a concussion, she also called 911 and was able to give a statement to the police and paramedics about my condition. I was able to walk away from the accident and sit on the side of the road to call my mom and leave her a message. Another cool thing that helped calm me down was one of the paramedics in the ambulance was the daughter of a couple I knew from church and while I was strapped to the gurney on a backboard for the trip back to Reno, standard procedure for people in rollover accidents, my mom called me back and the paramedic was able to tell her my condition and where they were taking me. When we got to the ER i saw another friend who was also a paramedic.
Once I was taken to the trauma area I had blood drawn and it was after they got the results that the doctor came in and said it looked like I had kidney failure and that a nephrologist would be coming to see me.
It was now in May 2009 that I was diagnosed with Stage 4 kidney failure or End Stage Renal Disease (ESRD.) For probably the six months prior, I was beginning to experience the symptoms of kidney failure, things like fatigue, nausea and vomiting, but I never went to the doctor even after my friends would tell me to go. I would just attribute the symptoms to my lifestyle, at the time, I was in my early 30s and would eat primarily fast food, and other junk food. I wasn’t sleeping well, I was still drinking, though not as heavily as I had been. I started kidney dialysis, which I have been doing for fourteen years. The kidney failure was an inevitable result of my longtime kidney problems that I had since I was a child. I don’t believe it could have been stopped by going to a doctor. It would have been discovered sooner it could have been delayed by better self care and proper medical treatment. After my diagnosis my family member started checking into the transplant possibilities. It was found out mid 2010 that my father was a match, not only in blood type but also with certain proteins. We started the bigger process of testing. My dad had to get special approval from the transplant nephrologist on the transplant team for the hospital in Sacramento due to Dad’s age. Eventually dad was approved and the surgery was scheduled for June of that year, but the night before I was having stomach issues, probably due to nervousness, the surgery was canceled and postponed to mid- September (the week that I’m posting this is the anniversary of the transplant surgery.) After the cancellation I had to stay in the hospital for a week because there was concern about my blood pressure. The doctors and nurses wouldn’t let me walk around and didn’t give me any leg massaging boots, which I believe cause a clot to develop in my leg and resulted in a Pulmonary Embolism to develop in my lung in a few weeks after I was discharged. I believe the mistake made by not giving me boots nor letting me walk around would ultimately lead to the stroke that would occur five years later. Stay tuned for that fun story.
The rescheduled transplant surgery did actually occur in September of 2010, but that was not without its own complications. There was issues with blood flow in the transplanted renal artery that required the surgeon to clear out. After a roughly 12 hour surgery, longer than normal, I was taken to the recovery room where I would wait to be taken to my room. I don’t remember much about the first few days of my recovery except the surgeon wasn’t sure if the surgery was successful. I do remember the amount of urine that was being emptied from my catheter bag and thinking that it went well. I won’t bore you with the rest of my recovery except to say that the two months that I had that kidney (yes, you read that right, I only had the kidney for 2 months) were the worst two months of my life. One cool thing was one day I saw one of my friends from my dialysis clinic walking by my room and after yelling for her to come by my door, I asked her what she was doing there. She said her partner, who was also a fellow dialysis patient, was in the room next door because he had gotten a transplant soon after I did. I called my nurse in to see if I could walk next door and say hi to my friend. I stood at the door and we talked for a little bit. I think his partner eventually got a kidney transplant as well.
Once I was discharged I went to stay with my mom at my grandmother’s house which was half an hour away from where the hospital was at since I needed to be close for regular clinical visits. I was nearly always sick because of the anti rejection medication that I had to take along with a bunch of other daily medications. (
I even had to go back to the hospital after a week because I was so sick. I think after a month I got the clearance to come back to Reno. And stayed with my mom and stepdad. Deter a month with them I got the clearance from one of the hospital nephrologists that I could drive and even start looking for work. There was a drawback to this proclamation however. The dr didn’t have access to my recent lab values.
(Bottle on the Right in the dark are the pills that I took at night. Bottle in the Middle with the label is used for comparison. Bottle on the Left are the pills I took in the Morning. I think I took 17 total pills a day!)
I received a call from the clinical staff that there was a problem and I needed to come back to the hospital the next morning for some tests. I had planned on driving down to my grandmother’s house that night and stay at her house then drive to the hospital in the morning. My mom suggested that I stay in town and she and I would leave early the next morning. When we got to the hospital and checked in, I was taken back to get ready for the test. Long story short, the tech couldn’t see any blood flow through the new kidney. I was admitted and after further testing it was found that pseudo aneurysms had been found in the renal artery and veins where they had been attached to my arteries during the initial transplant surgery. I was told this on a Friday. The doctors took the weekend to figure out what to do. They wouldn’t let me leave for fears that the aneurysms could rupture. So here I was stuck in a hospital bed AGAIN, while doctors figured out what to do. I couldn’t walk around because I had been put on a heparin drip, why I’m still not clear. Finally after 5pm Sunday night I was told that they “hoped” I could get in the operating room early Monday morning, but since it was after 5 on a Sunday the was no one available to schedule the surgery. I didn’t get the surgery until 3pm! By that time the new kidney hadn’t had blood flow for almost a week! So the end result is that the transplanted kidney had to be removed. I ended up spending nearly the whole month of November in the hospital before being released the Monday before Thanksgiving. My dad and I had to beat a winter storm that was coming in. I’ve been on dialysis ever since.
The last thing I’m going to tell you about is spending Christmas in the hospital. For the month of December I was having my normal dialysis treatments at my old clinic. I honestly don’t remember if I was home now or at my mom’s. Probably at Mom’s. Well I was eventually at their house for Christmas Eve and stayed there overnight. But Christmas morning I was really sick and couldn’t keep even simple things like buttered toast down. I stayed up in their guest room pretty much all day. I did make it downstairs in the evening but was still really sick we decided to go to the ER. We were told that part of the renal artery was still in my body. This was supposedly standard for my type of situation and was the reason I still had to take the anti rejection meds. I was admitted and had a surgery to remove the artery. I spent a week in the hospital recovering. I was taken off the rejection med. As seemed appropriate for a year that say me spend a good portion of 2009 in a hospital, I ended 2009 sitting in a hospital bed and in the hospital hearing the fireworks in downtown Reno as we rang in 2010.
The first ten years ended on with two good things that I’m happy to mention, I was best man at both my parents’ weddings, my mom married my stepdad in 2010 and my dad married my stepmom in 2013. And through those marriages, I’ve gained two sets of step siblings and their spouses as well as a number of nieces and nephews who I’ve gotten to watch grow older mostly through their parents’ social media accounts.
I want to be VERY CLEAR. My transplant experience is not the norm. I’ve known people who have had kidney transplants and are doing great. One friend is now a social worker for a dialysis clinic in Ohio. I believe a patient who was at my current clinic when I first started way back in 2009 and was still there when I went back to the same clinic in 2020 got a transplant and to my knowledge is doing well. So don’t let my experience influence your decision or a loved one’s decision in a negative way. In fact I am totally open to sharing my dialysis journey if someone is interested. Just have them get in contact with me or you get in touch with me.
Looking back now, I can admit that I made many mistakes. I started drinking heavily, both at home and at bars and inevitably drove home impaired. I’m convinced that the drinking was a major contributing factor to the health issues that would define 2009-2012.
I’m ending this recollection here. I could give A LOT MORE details on a few things but it would double the length of this blog
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Hey. Hey. Pspspsppss. Explain your writing process to me. Please?
asjdghs ok in all seriousness idek fam. it's very disorganized and nonlinear and irregular af. much like this answer that got away from me so i'm gonna put it under the cut <3
i start with an Idea™ that has bonked me over the head. i am then possessed by the Idea, and i dump the concept onto a page in onenote as quickly as possible. it pours out of me like a fountain and the scene just kinda. creates itself.
it's pretty much always dialogue that comes to me first, with some major framing and emotional beats of surrounding paragraphs. sometimes the dialogue doesn't come for certain parts of the scene or i already have a vision of this particular section, so i'll describe the scene simply in a paragraph and sometimes later i'll come back and flesh it out. dialogue is something that tends to be the easiest for me. maybe not always voice for some characters, but their meaning and character-drive, absolutely.
and then from there, once the possession ends and what i have is out of me, it's mostly just. staring at the doc and making minor edits and additions around it over the next few days and/or weeks until i get bonked over the head with Idea: Part 2 Electric Boogaloo and so forth, always scrambling to keep up with them.
since writing mk fic and being actually interactive with other ppl and posting my writing, i've started sharing more little bites or even full drafts of my stuff and getting feedback, which, a lot of the time, is like. keysmashes and feral all caps comments, but they definitely help me know what's working and help me in the motivation department. recently i've specifically had the lovely @fdelopera help me out with full blown beta reading and some editing, they have been an absolute godsend (ily btw, tysm 💕).
Music helps me get in the zone sometimes, and keep me on track. I listened to Motion Sickness by Phoebe Bridgers about halfway through writing "your grounding touch", and it gave me some ideas about imagery and sensory stuff i wanted to focus in on more. There are also details in that fic inspired by some of the lyrics, if u feel like looking. It's also a general Vibe and a good marc song.
Music is just generally good for ideas for me too. Very good for calling on the Bonking of Ideas. When I'm hyperfixated on something i make a playlist about it so I can be in that world all day. I'm an all-day music listener, it's essential. (though when i get in the writing zone it can be silent and I won't notice for like an hour or two).
There's also the focus aspect of music too. If i start to associate one song with a piece, I'll listen to that song on repeat while I'm at work and it keeps my adhd brain on track (or close enough to it) so I can keep thinking about and planning it even while i'm busy.
I rarely write anything wholly linear, some parts getting expanded later after what was going to be minor edits snowballed into another few hundred or even thousand words. originally in "your grounding touch, marc's initial scene with layla was a lot shorter, and when writing, the first line for a while was him asking layla what she saw during their blackout. the section of steven's scene with layla researching DID was originally one paragraph before i fleshed it out and gave it dialogue, and was blessed with "you're based on the hero." and then jake at the end of was a late game addition only in the last 2 drafts, but felt essential.
sorry i rambled a lot there but that tends to happen when u let me talk about my writing, so thank u for enabling me <3
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I posted 3,949 times in 2022
That's 3,949 more posts than 2021!
174 posts created (4%)
3,775 posts reblogged (96%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@woundthatswallows
@smokedsugar
@polkadotmotmot
@lionfloss
@wizardyke
I tagged 463 of my posts in 2022
#talks - 163 posts
#primate tag - 85 posts
#fav - 25 posts
#my face - 19 posts
#ask - 15 posts
#library tag - 15 posts
#ok to rb - 9 posts
#drag - 7 posts
#drag queen - 5 posts
#film - 4 posts
Longest Tag: 137 characters
#having another episode……… my psychiatrist is overseas until the 25th so i can’t even get any drugs off her guess i’m going full alcoholic
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
i want to talk about cannibal transgender banana slugs and YOU 🫵 will listen…
ok so first: carnivorous gastropod sex lasts around six seconds and herbivorous gastropod sex lasts ~6 hours. the reason carnivorous gastropods r so quick is because they’re scared the other snail/slug will eat them (valid). so the quicker it’s done the less likely the slug is to get chomped. ok let’s talk about banana slugs specifically
ok so banana slugs are hermaphroditic, but take on “male”/“female” roles during sex, they become so entwined and twisted up that when they try to unravel often the female slug will bite off the males dick in the process. (which is corkscrew shaped, and roughly 6-8 inches (15.24-20.32cm) (roughly the same size of the slug) if u need that mental image)
[image id: penis biting in slugs. after a double penetration mating, two banana slugs ariolimax dolichophallus are taking turns gnawing off the one stuck penis]
and after this usual the lady slug will slurp up and eat the severed penis and this is such a common thing in carnivorous gastropods that it has its own name its known as apophallation
this is usually how the sex ends, and rest assured, the slug dick does not grow back. these slugs simply live as females and even go on to fulfil the female sexual role of a banana slug for the rest of their lives
thank u for coming to my ted talk on transgender cannibal slugs
sources x x
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drago’s lucky apartment
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hey for no reason at all here’s a full copy of the blood never dried by john newsinger
apparently the top link doesn’t work for some ppl so please click this one, and press the blue “download pdf” button on the bottom left! this is a very safe site for downloading pdfs of books and I advocate for it as a library technician
https://b-ok.global/book/17254402/a4cef4
1,745 notes - Posted September 9, 2022
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do ppl on this site know that the “poor little meow meow” phrase comes from a rant where someone was threatening to poor bleach down the throats of ppl who were saying that it was weird how a nearing-middle-aged kpop idol sampled an extremely obscure and hard to find speech of mass murderer and cult leader jim jones because said grown man kpop idol was just so sweet and could have no idea who jim jones was or was i the only one who got to participate in the mass ratioing of this person
4,151 notes - Posted July 1, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
ur government assigned gender for the day is the first thing u get when u click this link to a randomised wikipedia article. NO REROLLS . i am the trollsteineggje mountain in norway
72,929 notes - Posted July 21, 2022
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15 Questions!
tagged by the shrimply fantastic @not-nervous-jester (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε`*)
1. Were you named after anyone?
…my first name is partially after a dog. yeah.
A show dog that my paternal grandparents bred and showed, so not just some random pet, but still. A dog. At least my full first name slaps so it’s not that bad.
I share a middle name with my paternal grandma not the biggest fan but I digress and I’ll be changing that to one of my chosen names (Asteroid) to keep the initial but also make it Mine yk? Orig just is Not the vibe for me. And also I keep forgetting if it’s spelled with or without an e (it’s without lmao)
2. When was the last time you cried?
Two days ago! I absolutely fucking hate crying and it’s taken me until the last few months to really. Be able to more freely. ‘Cause I’d repressed it all so heavily that I just straight up couldn’t 😌 My beloved beef is very patient and very kind in helping me though
3. Do you have kids?
Nope and absolutely never thanku very much
4. Do you use sarcasm?
Me? Sarcastic? Never! Can’t believe you’d ever think that
(……/s)
5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?
Honestly? Visual appearance, I’m very quick to pick up on anything interesting like tattoos or piercings or what they’re wearing or their hair or eyes / mouth / makeup or jewellery etc etc. Not in a judgemental way at all, I just really like looking at people ??? that sounds weird. it is a lil weird. that’s fine it’s not mean or gross weird. I’m very much a complimenter too so if there’s something I like about you or what you’re wearing or if you’re just. really really pretty etc I’ll just. Say it
Online is probably things like your own lil spelling and grammar things (like u or you or if you capitalise stuff) and if you come across as kind / kinda dickish. Also your ✨aesthetic✨ if there’s one available to be perceived
6. What’s your eye colour?
Dark green?? Green-hazel?? Not to be that annoying person but truly struggled answering this for my photo ID card— asking four people got four different responses from dark blue to brown and they’re absolutely Neither of those so like. Shrug. Whatever you wanna call this one
7. Scary movies or happy endings?
I’m an absolute lily livered pussy assed lil baby WIMP so scary things can be very very good and very fun HOWEVER I’ll be making distressed noises and hiding behind a pillow and jumping and flap stimming when it gets even a lil too much
8. Any special talents?
god I wish uhhhhh floristry maybe? Not to toot my own doot but some of the pieces I turned out were fucking BANGERS
9. Where were you born?
I fell to this planet during a meteor shower, I was barely formed with no one but the worms and beetles for company until my parents unearthed me from the dirt after the fae requested their assistance in finding me
jk I was evicted in a hospital about half an hour away from here
10. What are your hobbies?
uhhhhhh running my damn mouth, thrifting and upcycling, amateur photography, silly lil outfits and makeup looks(? Does that count?) I’m trying to get back into art as well??
11. Do you have any pets?
Yes!! Technically Diva’s the only one who’s Mine tm everyone else is family owned but two cats (Brave— 3yo rescue fluff, and Diva— 11yo Burmese), two dogs (Tripp and Chia) and a yellow budgerigar called Chicken or Special Budgie
12. What sports do you play / have you played?
*horrified noises*
I played volleyball and netball in school though that wasn’t the worst
13. How tall are you?
5’2. on a good day. 🥺
14. Favourite subject in school?
English, science and art (specifically visual art and wearable art in highschool)
15. Dream job?
Is “pretty twunky femboy faggot living the dream with lots of people adoring me and giving me lots and lots of money just for looking pretty and being fun” an option? If so how do I get there and where do I sign up
That aside. I’d absolutely fucking love to work at the museum doing science communication and conservation work!!!! Particularly I’d love to specialise in the space / minerals / animals / plants / natural sciences sections. Absolute dream absolute goal
also because I’m not necessarily like smart enough to actually Work In Those Research Fields and that’s fine!! I’m glad about that because it means far less Huge Gigantic Super Smart Studying but there’ll always be a need for conserving and protecting materials and communicating all the super smart shit into Normal People Understanding yk??
Tagging: @chupacactus @nofeelingisfinall @turtles-on-turts @eye-scream-girls @blackbeardskneebrace @cononeills @ipomoea-batatas @enbiosaur no obligation as always 💕💕
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hi ray! i'm curious to know how ur writing process goes so i have a bunch of questions for u to answer if you're up for it 😊
1. where do u usually draw inspo for ur fics?
2. how long does writing a reaction take u compared to full-blown works (like series, one-shots, etc.)
3. how do u cope with writer's block?
4. when coming up with specific scenarios for each member, do u consider their IRL traits & characteristics when writing or do u just come up with a plot that could apply to all the boys?
and finally...
5. how tf are u so talented at sharing stories (so much so that ur updates are the ONLY thing i look forward to these days)? 💗
i apologize in advance if these questions are intrusive; ily tysm and have a nice day!
Hii lovely anon!! I definitely am up for it ahhh this is something I've never done before.
Here we go:
1. Inspiration for fics:
I usually get inspired by random moments during the day. Most of the time, I get an idea for a plot either by the k-dramas that I watch, which I try and modify according to my taste (almost always includes adding some more angsty scenarios to it). Other times, I get random ideas when I'm studying - I'm not even sure how - the idea just pops into my head. I also tend to write out a scene that plays out in my head right after I get inspired to write it so that I don't lose the touch and the burst of energy that I got for that piece.
I also do get a lot of ideas from my friends and close ones. Be it them directly telling me to write about something or just a part of their life that appears to be worth writing about. Quite a few works on my blog have been inspired by the lovely @persefoneniverse , so of course, I also try to work with an idea that has been given to me, trying to fit it into my style of writing.
Works that have been written outside of the influence of others would entirely be inspired by real-life experiences that I've lived through. During Happier (the longest fic I've ever written) - I included descriptions of poor health which were struggles that I've faced when I was at my lowest. There are several instances where I've recreated a scene from my life - just as it is - like Taehyung's and Seokjin's reaction to the reader fainting, it's funny but I've fainted exactly the same way. So yes, I also tend to rely on situations I've been in, it gives me an idea as to how a person truly feels - the emotions that they experience and express, the pain and it's intensity, etc. - instead of just trying to make a wild guess as to what would be an appropriate reactions of person x to y and z.
2. How long I take to write:
Tbh, it entirely depends on my mood. Sometimes I sit to write during a short break that I've taken from my studies (which is about 30 minutes) so I finish almost 3-4/7 member's reactions. When I'm completely in the mood to write and do nothing else, I take much longer, almost 1.5 hours to write one reaction set.
Sometimes the ideas for the reactions just come straight to me, sometimes I struggle to come up with them. So including the time that I utilize to come up with an idea (i try to keep every scenario different and unique so that my works don't appear repetitive), writing it out, finding appropriate GIFs (which surprisingly takes much longer than I thought), I'd say that it takes me at least 2 hours to write a reaction set.
Longer fics, on the other hand, take me quite some time. I took 4 weeks to write Happier (my longest fic so far - 25k words). I'm not that great at being consistent tbh, so most of the times, I write for a while and then I stop. So that's one of the reasons why they take so long. Building characters, the settings, the plot, etc. takes up quite some time too, but once I've completed those, I'd say half my job is done.
3. Coping with writer's block:
There are quite a few things I do when I go through a writer's block. Firstly, I stop writing. This really proved to be useful to me because the more I used to struggle, the more I used to run away from writing. So to avoid that, whenever I feel stuck, I just stop writing. It takes me about a week to refresh my mind and get back to it.
I try to read and explore different genres and authors. I'm a big Nicholas Sparks fan, I've got a hard copy of every single book that he's ever written and his works are officially my 'cure to writer's block'. His language is simple and style of writing is spectacular. The way he plays with a character blows my mind - so naturally, this inspires me to try and do the same.
I also watch a lot of horror movies when I go through a writer's block. I don't know how, but it helps. Not majorly for the plot, but tiny elements in scenes usually stand out even more when I struggle to write - it's almost like a detector for ideas lol - and I get thoroughly inspired by the little things in movies. Be it the villain's emotions (fear/rage/revenge/pain) or even an outfit that someone wore or the food they ate, everything usually stands out even more and helps me quite a bit.
Lastly, reading my own works helps me get out of a writer's block too. It reminds me what I'm capable of and highlights areas I could improve, so yeah, that's pretty much it hahaha.
4. Choosing traits that match the member's personality?
I'm so glad you've asked me this ahhh. Yes, I always try to give a character a trait that matches the true identity of the individual, since I'm writing about the members. This has been sometimes that I've been following from the very beginning. I used to read a lot of fanfiction before I began writing, and it used to frustrate me when a few writers would give some of the members a characteristic which is totally unlike them. That had been one of the reasons why I started this blog. I wanted to write stuff that was realistic, something that someone could read and go, "damn, I can totally see them reacting/behaving that way". That's my reward, honestly. It's something that I've been doing from the start and when people notice that in my writing, it makes me feel like I've accomplished something that I was working towards.
I'll give you an example of describing the member's true identity through a piece of writing. I read somewhere that 'Jin is the youngest in his family but the eldest of the group, and Taehyung is the eldest in his family and one of the youngest in the group, so sometimes Taehyung tends to take care of Jin the way an elder would.' I read this a long time ago and it really stuck with me. It gives you an idea of how complex a person's behavior could be, and over time, it helps in building up the character of the person you're writing about.
5. Talented? Pfft- nah
This...whatever I do here, is something that I never planned on doing. In school, I'd always be at the top of my class in English and I'll never forget the day my English teacher told my mum to 'stop making me watch sad movies because it's showing in my essays.' LMAO this is where I get the angst streak from. My essays in school used to be so bloody depressing and blue that anyone who'd read it would become sad, and I guess this has been something I unknowingly used to do from a very very long time. I should try to look up some of the answer sheets from them and show you guys what I would write ahhh this is inspiring me right now lol.
The funniest thing, or rather the irony of the situation is that my spoken English SUCKS. I have no idea why. I've been trying to improve on my speaking skills for years now, but everything that sounds so good in my head just turns into gibberish when I speak it ARGH. This is why I've had so many people tell me that my English is horrible. It used to hurt me a lot, I'd feel really insulted, and naturally, I used writing to try and improve at least some part of my English. One of the biggest accomplishments is getting my mum to finally say "you're English is actually pretty good." like yes mom, I've been writing for years now lol. So yeah, I really wouldn't call this my talent. It's something that I've tried to mold and sharpen and shape instead of just being handed a ready-made piece, you know? I've fallen and rubbed my nose against the floor countless of times in embarrassment, but this has also taught me what it feels like to hold my head high.
Something that Namjoon spoke during a conference when he was asked how he stays humble. I'd never be able to stop if I begin writing about his sexy brain but yeah he said something about considering himself to be just 5% of the entire picture. That hit me like a truck. It really brought my pride to the floor and humbled me in an instant. Because that's what I want to do, too. What started out as a hobby has now become an activity that so many people are a part of, which I couldn't be more grateful for. It gives me a chance to offer a part of me that sometimes helps people, comforts them, lightens up their mood, gives them the inspiration, etc. which has always been my motive behind writing.
The fact that you've been looking forward to my stories makes me so happy, dear anon. I cannot begin to express how grateful I am to you, and to each and every reader that is a part of this beautiful journey of my life. None of these questions were intrusive, don't worry hahaha. I've always wanted to be open about everything I struggle with or even the little accomplishments that come my way every now and then, and I'm really really happy that I got to do this :))
*sigh* phew, that was a lot. I hope you haven't grown bored ;)
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AUGUST SLIPPED AWAY I want you to answer all of them because I need to know everything about this fic
goodbye ILL TRY MY BEST TO BE SHORT BUT ALL MY ANSWERS R BELOW!!! thanks sm for asking omg
i honestly dont think i had a specific style writing it? i know i wanted it to feel romantic, to feel like a dream, yet fleeting all at the same time because we all know how summer loves end lolz
the first scene was describing peter at the beach! i love setting the tone w imagery, wanted it to be as visual as possible and peter is a pretty sight so why not ;)
“In your mind, you selfishly want to say stay. You wanted to wake up to his face in the mornings, not the memory of him. You wanted to spend every season with him — not just summer. You wanted winter and spring and autumn and everything in between.” this one hurts bro!!!! bc ive been there!!! i know this feeling!!!
the one where y/n says “can we just lay in bed all day and cry” or something like that bc so true bestie
the smut… im so bad at it
falling in “love” w someone during the summer has been a reoccurring theme throughout my life so i feel like this one hits home.
miss taylor swift’s song called august HAHA
mmmm yes possibly….. shoutout to that one person u want to be with no matter what, but time and circumstances just aren’t on ur side so it just has to end even tho there’s so so so much love for one another
they actually were supposed to have a big fight and it was going to be such an angsty ending, but i wanted to keep that motif of a kind, gentle summer love so i thought having an argument would ruin the romanticized aesthetic of it all
why wouldn’t i choose peter parker 🧍🏻♀️
the story, the imagery, im a sucker for beach days and golden hour, something about summer is so hopeful and i liked how that fic kinda played on it while being an angsty little shit
it was one of my early fics so there’s some stuff that i make fun of, but i don’t have anything i necessarily dislike abt it <3
AUGUST by taylor!!! lmfao that one 100% !! i think deja vu and favorite crime by olivia rodrigo works too, yellow by myles cameron, wouldn’t mean a thing by bruno major
sometimes ppl r only meant to be in ur life for a certain amount of time, for a certain purpose, and sometimes they won’t stay forever but thats okay :)
what did i learn…… i learned PAIN thats what i learned lmao, but the sequel made up for it
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