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icanseethefuture333 · 8 months

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whats the tea on olivia rodrigo and taylor swift's "friendship"? 👀 how does olivia feel about her idol now, she had to pay 50% of royalties to her over song similiarities to cruel summer with deja vu

Is it just me who finds it problematic and weird how Olivia keeps getting caught in these copyright infringement scandals? Like girl how hard is it to give credit to someone or pay for the sampling 😭???

Taylor Swift & Olivia Rodrigo, friends or foes?:

Lmfao this is so dramatic but I had a vision of Olivia being hysterical and crying saying "Our friendship is over 😡😭!!!". She's really taking it to heart and feels this was a personal attack on her, when that it is not the case. To Taylor, this is just business, and she felt that she was being disrespected by someone who was supposedly her biggest fan. Taylor feels that she can be inspired by her, but it's not right for her to copy her. She questions how much of a "singer-songwriter" Olivia actually is. They are on really bad terms as of right now.

How does Taylor feel about Olivia?:

I feel that Taylor really appreciates the love and support that Olivia had given her all these years. She could see her younger self in Olivia and had high hopes for her. Taylor could of had possibly wanted to be her mentor? Or someone Olivia can depend on in the industry since she's seen the highs and lows of what the music business can do to people, especially Disney stars in particular. Taylor thinks what Olivia did was sneaky and could even think her behavior in general is very two faced. She believes Olivia acts as this sweet girl but then takes from other people to get what she wants or likes to take credit so she can get the praise. Once Taylor discovered the song similarities she deaded that shit immediately LMAO. Taylor did not care that Olivia idolizes her, she cares more about her craft more than anything, and will do whatever it takes to protect it. I heard "I worked hard for this, not you." (Period T.Swiftie!!! Go off T Swizzle 😂). She's not playing with Olivia fr. Taylor knew this situation would emotionally upset Olivia since she has such a strong attachment to her but she knows that she can't let her feelings get in the way of work. So Taylor had to do what was right and fight for justice. She feels guilty though and might reach out to her soon to try to patch things up. Taylor could be reading what people are saying about her on social media and after the court case, she feels like she needs to be alone to recover because disappointing someone so dear to her makes her upset. "It's either me or you, I have to choose me."

How does Olivia feel about Taylor?:

Olivia is absolutely distraught by this situation. She has looked up to Taylor for years and feels like the saying that "Don't meet your heroes because you'll be disappointed." is true, but I don't feel like that's what's really going on here. Taylor didn't do something to purposely go against Olivia and be spiteful towards her. It's just that she doesn't understand how serious this is. This is a business matter and a legal issue, you can't just graze over work just because you are friends with somebody. Olivia feels like since she is inspired by Taylor, that's why their songs are similar but she didn't actually intend to copy her. I am almost reminded of like those people on tiktok who promote themselves and caption their videos with "There's this new girl who sounds like Ariana Grande and blah blah her name is ___" Then it's their music and concept that looks and sounds the exact fucking same as the artist mentioned. It's really just a cheap and tacky tactic to gain more popularity. Being so "heavily" inspired by someone is problematic because you're not being yourself and you're copying off somebody's else's hard work. We don't need another Taylor Swift, we need to know who Olivia Rodrigo is. Olivia is being immature, she is still young so she is easily impressed by the fame, celebrities, etc, but if Olivia wants to make it in this business she really needs to grow up and find herself. She's in her 20s now and this is the age of self discovery. Olivia needs to find her own identity and learn about what makes her happy and what is her purpose as a musician. Otherwise this industry will chew her up and spit her out. As fast as she became famous, she will go downhill just as quickly if she doesn't get it together.

Could they be friends again? Were they ever truly friends?:

They were never really close friends because Olivia has this perception of Taylor that's not true to her. Olivia's view of Taylor could be really outdated. It's like a little girl who's missing her big sister. Taylor is not the same teenager with her curly hair and acoustic guitar anymore, she's a grown woman. So as much as they wanted to be close, it's just that Olivia can't get past her own assumptions of Taylor. With the Seven of Cups, their possibility of being friends is really up in the air. I honestly believe these two are going through some sort of karmic lesson right now. They are learning from each other about doing what's right. As much as Taylor is mad about what Olivia did, she is thinking of ways to reconcile with Olivia. Even though Olivia is in her feelings right now, she really misses her. So maybe in the future we could have hope and see if they will be on good terms again.

Channeled song: Do You Want To Build A Snowman? From Frozen ❄️⛄️ (Aw this is actually so sad, help me LOL 😭)

"Elsa?"

"Do you want to build a snowman?

Come on, let's go and play!

I never see you anymore

Come out the door

It's like you've gone away

We used to be best buddies

And now we're not

I wish you would tell me why!

Do you want to build a snowman?

It doesn't have to be a snowman"

"Go away, Anna 😔..."

"Okay, bye 🥺😞"

#taylor swift #olivia rodrigo #celebrity readings #pop culture #ask #anon #tarot #tarot readings

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thinkpink212 · 10 months

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A lot is happening in the sky, which includes the New Moon in Cancer July 17th, rétrogrades and other interesting interactions between the celestial bodies. But in short —

☁️ A lot of ex’s, old friends and overall relations may try to make contact with you. What do they want? Possibly to waste your time. But you should do what you need to do, the end of this period will reveal itself to either help you or set you back (For some, this may persist till start October…)

☁️ Thé fullmoon may be a time of abundance but due to the amount, it may feel ‘overwhelming’. This could put you in positions where you have to pick and choose — This is a good problem, as your options will most likely be where to put your energy and what to prioritize. There are most likely not going to be ‘wrong’ answers, so pick what truly means something to you.

An example: you may have gotten a raise, a new job, more money etc. This time will ask of you to find ways to properly manage this new flow. This could be through acquiring a savings account, investing or sharing & deciding who is being given what

☁️ Some will experience relationship delusions, complications and/or games. There may be an air-of-positivity around this topic at first, but then it may become the former. You may find yourself feeling paranoid, fearing that you may not be properly credited, acknowledge or literally not being paid/given your dues. Take your time to make decisions, as there could be a lot of back and forth between the ‘good times’ and the ‘not so good times’.

These energies may have you regretting not making certain choices, feeling like you’re doing too little or feeling like your in the wrong place & should have never been there to begin with! Trust that all will be okay — this is a challenge like many before, and you overcame those so trust that you’ll overcome these too.

☁️ For thé spiritual people, you may find yourself feeling more clear, gaining better insight and such.

☁️ This is the last lunation with the North Node in Taurus for a while, which means this is the last time we’ll have that feeling of looking for a foundation, stability etc. And moving towards actions, leading etc.

☁️ Expect others, and yourself, to be more generous with compliments, a lot of hyping up will be seen. Mercury’s position during these next few weeks will have our language be much more positive & affirming! Though, some may find that others are acting out-of-line, more then usual. This isn’t necessarily bad, but different and chaotic.

☁️ Mars being opposed saturn at some point, there will be disagreements, blockages and/or standstills with actions. You may wish to go go go, but you may have to tread waters, make a new strategy on going forward that doesn’t involve as much ‘force’ or re-establish your patience, because you may need that. You’ll be frustrated, most likely with other people’s speed in making decisions that involve you.

This ‘conflict’, disagreements and waiting around is a big teachable moment. Some may find themselves learning how to co-exist, how to prioritize, how to be patient and so on.

☁️ Pisces & Capricorn risings are most likely entering a serious relationship towards the middle/end of July. This is facilitated by the New Moon on July 17th. Some may have already done so!

Check your rising sign to see what area of life you may feel the affects

Aries = A move may be happening, to a dream home, closer to your family or with your family.

Taurus = New content will be created, such as filming, recording or writing, and overall a shift in how you spend your time.

Gemini = New spending habits, or a new income (either a job, promotion, or unexpected funds)

Cancer = Youll be thé main character during this. So shine, do what is true to you and indulge.

Leo = A new healing journey may begin, that could involve starting therapy, changing strategies, re-developing a spiritual connection and so on.

Virgo = There may be a connection establish with a new social group. Overall, your social life will have a shift.

Libra = A new beginning within the work place, a new job/career or overall changes within your work life.

Scorpio = A New trip, starting a long distance relationship (platonic or romantic) or deciding to re-enter the education world.

Sagittarius = New investment decisions, new money moves.

Capricorn = Intense and possibly complication in the beginning of a new relationship (platonic/romantic)

Aquarius = A new approche on working with your health (new workout, diet or healthier habits at work)

Pisces = A New Romantic relationship or a new passion project

Your mindset during this time is KEY. Do what will make you most comfortable during this time, and never forget your values! Put yourself first 🌷

#astrology prediction #astrology advice #thinkpink astrology #thinkpink thoughts #thinkpink upload #astrology

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jess-moloney · 6 months

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Jamie's active on his tumblr now. Maybe he's reading your blog?

Congrats on your 250 likes. It might not be much but it seems people are willing to, at least, give a try at what you're saying here. And i bet more people are reading the blog but don't want to give likes cos they don't want to expose themselves.

Speaking of exposure: it's clear that the beach photos were staged and prepared for Jamie to promote himself and his job in ST. You can clearly see the way he's acting, like if he was in one of his movies and I'd say, a bit tense. But that just might be my perception. She, on the other hand, looks delighted to be there, with a huge smile on her face, so happy with getting the spotlight.

However the recent pap pics of them in a parking lot outside of a market, look pretty much that someone tipped the paps off about them being there. As you say, easy job easy money.

You can see that he looks surprised and curious about them being there and even a bit amused. And her, well, her face says it all. That huge smile looking away from the camera, as if they were caught by surprise. Again, she's delighted with the attention.

I can't believe he doesn't want to see or doesn't notice her behavior. Or perhaps he's so entangled on her web that he thinks everything she does is ok.

I hope he opens his eyes soon.

Jamie's active on his tumblr now. Maybe he's reading your blog?

Nice thought but I'm sure he has better things to do than to read anything I put on this blog. I guess if he is reading and has some sort of reaction to it he'll let me know but I won't hold my breath on that.

And i bet more people are reading the blog but don't want to give likes cos they don't want to expose themselves.

That has to be the case since I've found posts about me. Posts that won't credit me by name but it's obvious they are talking about this blog.

it's clear that the beach photos were staged and prepared for Jamie to promote himself and his job in ST

I don't know if I agree with the assessment they were staged to promote himself in ST. Why would he need to do that and if he did why would he need to do it with Jess there? He also has over a million followers on IG and almost a million Twitter. He could promote himself just fine without faking/staging pap pictures. I'm more in the school of thought that Jess called some people and told them where they would be to take the photos. It's why she looks so happy and he's less enthused about it.

However the recent pap pics of them in a parking lot outside of a market, look pretty much that someone tipped the paps off about them being there

And the only person between the two of them that would have any motive to do this is Jess herself. I'm sure Jamie isn't ever calling the paparazzi on himself he doesn't seem like the constant attention-seeking type. Not like his girlfriend that is.

I can't believe he doesn't want to see or doesn't notice her behavior. Or perhaps he's so entangled on her web that he thinks everything she does is ok.

I don't think he can be that blind to it either. I think that she's probably controlling, manipulative, intimidating, or some combination of that where she's able to use his fears of abandonment against him and lull him back into complacency so he doesn't break it off with her. People have noted finding that she's liked posts of his from 2017 on IG. Yes, it could be that she scrolled through his account all the way back to then and liked those posts. Or she's had her eye on him for a while like a crazy stalker, learned about him, and figured out what she was going to do to get him and keep him. Nothing about this relationship seems natural and healthy. Not the way they seemed to meet. Not the way they act around each other. Not the covert photos and trophy photos Jess posts. Not the possessive way she's always with him. Not the way she acts around his friends/co-workers and how they seem to react to her. It seems like he's more of a prisoner to her than a boyfriend.

I hope that he gains whatever clarity and strength he needs to gain to walk away from this. Of course, since we are all on the outside looking in maybe we are also wrong about what we think. However, this is the image that she is giving off. This is the image that he is giving off. If he doesn't care about that, fine, but you'd think if he really loved this woman he'd be worried about her perception of her half of the relationship. That he'd want to defend her or do something more than nothing. I just don't trust that everything with them is happily ever after in paradise. Especially not after I've looked into all of this information about Jess.

#jess moloney #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #mail

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madelineariah · 1 year

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2023/April 8th - Perception

One thing I have come to understand is I am never going to present myself in a way that is considered “socially acceptable.”

If I am out and about, I tend to dress rather conservatively, I am very tactful and polite in how I speak, and I keep a respectful distance from people who I am not all that familiar with. I don’t wish to rub people the wrong way; therefore, I tend to wait for them to make the first move.

Nevertheless, people will cast judgments on me based on my being a transgirl – without even trying to get to know me. There was a time, about five years ago, that I was working in a retail store. As I was working, an elderly woman came up to me. At first, she seemed sincere – saying that I was beautiful and that my spirit was beautiful. I respectfully thanked her.

She then followed up by saying, “I will pray for you.”

Immediately, I felt so embarrassed that I had to struggle to keep my composure so I could continue working. It turned out this woman wasn’t being sincere at all; she was just ridiculing me because I was – in her mind – a filthy heathen who needed divine intervention to “cure” me.

I bring this up because to this day, I struggle to secure opportunities to improve myself and my situation – all because people aren’t willing to perceive me as trustworthy or as a good person due to their own prejudices toward transpeople.

I have lost count of all the times where people have essentially told me, “You would be treated better if you just go back to being male.” They do so in rather roundabout ways – telling me to “go to the gym more” (I weigh 145 lbs and was relatively fit before my health declined) or to “get a new wardrobe” (hinting that the wardrobe should be more masculine).

When I was able to work (again, before my health declined), I found myself being forced by society into more positions where I was less likely to interact with people. I found that if I did interact with people, those same people would then try to get me fired simply because they could. It wasn’t because I had wronged them in any way; it was because my being a “he-she” offended them.

One thing that terrifies me the most is, if my health does improve and I can start working again, that the bullying and abuse is just going to start again no matter where I apply to. In 2023, transpeople are so hated that promoting trans rights even indirectly can cause considerable backlash against a business. Businesses are no longer going to want transpeople to work for them, so I can expect more rejections than ever before.

The only winning move for me is not to play.

If I wish to survive, I have to come up with my own means of sustaining myself. I feel like I am under considerable pressure to develop a venture of my own that would allow me to improve the lives of others but does so in a way that they would never know who I am. It’s like, I have to come up with something amazing, but I am also not allowed to take any credit for it.

I don’t think life was meant to be lived this way.

When I look around and see so many people able to live their lives authentically – to truly be themselves without judgment – I feel such envy and pain. That’s something I will never have. Outside of my parents and maybe a small handful of close friends, I don’t think I will ever be accepted unconditionally.

Many people who claim to accept me do so for only as long as it is convenient for them. As long as I supply them with whatever it is they want at the time, they won’t hate me. When I get tired of that, I am no longer of value of them, and they tend to either ghost me or tell me what a horrible person they think I am.

It’s no wonder my self-worth is such a dumpster fire.

All I want is to be able to say “I made it.” I want to be able to arrive at where I need to be in my life in order to experience some sliver of happiness. I don’t know why that is something the world doesn’t want for me. Maybe I’ll never know…

#journal #diary entry #transgirl

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mintedwitcher · 4 years

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I keep saying it but it bears repeating, especially since white allies arent listening:

STOP. BRAGGING.

Stop trying to give credit to people on the front lines of these protests.

I need to stress this, you are doing the cops job for them.

Those masks you're wearing at these protests? They're not just to keep you from catching the rona. Its to conceal your identity.

And that entire purpose is destroyed the second you try to take or give credit for being on the front lines.

STOP. BRAGGING.

Cops are monitoring social media. The second you name someone on the ground, that person is now a target.

Now is NOT the time to be taking credit for your actions.

Keeping each other safe means keeping your mouth shut.

Do not name ANYONE on the front lines. Do not name ANYONE at the protests.

The ONLY exception to this rule is when you are outing a white supremacist or undercover cop trying to instigate more violence.

Do not name your fellow protestors. Don't even discuss who may have done what. Stop doing the cops job for them.

Filling their snitch lines and apps with junk is great, but if you're simultaneously going around and naming protestors, you're not helping at all.

Stop. Bragging.

White allies, this is not the time to be taking credit.

#black lives matter #ive seen about six white ally protestors outed on social media already #either by themselves trying to take credit or by their friends trying to promote their actions #stop it #protests #protesting #keep each other safe

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astroismypassion · 3 years

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How your in-laws see you 👰🏽‍♀️🤵🏼‍♂️👩‍❤️‍👨👭

Credit: Tumblr blog @astroismypassion

ARIES OVER THE 9TH HOUSE

Haha these two are too busy talking about themselves to be interested in what you have to say or do. Very self focused in-laws. They might compete with you and your partner when it comes to new cars, home decor. It will be like “This is great, sweetie, but look at what Steve and I bought for our house.” They will be veryy social, so you might have to attend all their garden parties, halloween get-togethers etc. They will also desire a lot of attention from you. Your in-laws will argue in front of you and it will be awkward. 😬

TAURUS OVER THE 9TH HOUSE

They will be cordial with you, yet see you as lazy. Again, another placement that indicates a lot of gossiping about you going on. Or just talking badly about you behind your back. How your relationship with the in-laws was IN THE BEGINNING, it’s how it will go down later as well. Your relationship with them will not change much. They will want YOU to cook for THEM. They will very much be comfort creatures.

GEMINI OVER THE 9TH HOUSE

Oof, a lot of arguments here. You AND your in-laws will both want to have the last word. They will spill out a lot of your private, personal information in conversation with strangers/acquaintances. So you will end up embarrassed often. They will mimic you, either your gestures, how you talk, your accent etc. They might comment on your social media often.

CANCER OVER THE 9TH HOUSE

They will view you as inexperienced or immature. Like you can’t do things on your own and need help. But they will complain in the same breath how childish you are. They will do things FOR you or INSTEAD of you a lot. Your partner’s mother will always brings a lot of home cooked meals like you don’t know how to even cook, so that will always annoy you. 😅 Your attitude towards them will fluctuate A LOT. And your relationship with them will CHANGE a lot further down the line. You will be forced into vacation with them.

LEO OVER THE 9TH HOUSE

They see you as flashy, sometimes overly dramatic. But also as very fashionable, they might admire your dressing style. They have a lot of respect for you, but also view YOU as respectful. They will admire your lifestyle, like how you find the time to go to your job, exercise, eat healthy AND take care of the family/loved ones. They will view you as a great role model. They will be very inquisitive. Also curious about your opinion on political/social/life issues. You might travel with them or you will take road trips together.

VIRGO OVER THE 9TH HOUSE

Ahh, these in-laws will want a lot of attention, you will find them needy and clingy. And mean when it’s not reciprocated. You will always have to drive your partner’s mother to a doctor’s appointment, to book club meetings. They will always have to GO somewhere social and you will need to take them there. They will be very demanding and if you turn them down, they will become overly critical and judgemental of you in return. So watch out to find the right balance.

LIBRA OVER THE 9TH HOUSE

Even though Libra is ruled by Venus, they might not actually like you or it will go into extremes, but they will still try to remain cordial and respectful to you. They will bad mouth you behind your back or gossip about you. They will grow jealous of how much time your partner spends time with you and not them and the family.

SCORPIO OVER THE 9TH HOUSE

Oof, with this one, at some point in the relationship/marriage, they will DEFINITELY make it known how much they dislike you. They will openly tell you they don’t like you. However, you will make up shortly after. And for some time you will be at peace and there will be this feel like you really really get along. Until the next crisis or heated argument. They will react to everything you say and do in a very emotional manner.

SAGITTARIUS OVER THE 9TH HOUSE

These can be often in families of foreign descent. Maybe your own father was Italian and now you married an Italian. So the two might bond a lot in their native language and you will not know what they are talking about. OR your partner will be from a different city/country/from different educational backround, so whenever you get together, you will feel left out and an unclear idea about what they are talking about. There will be a lot of misunderstandings due to very different upbringings, so arguments will just appear out of nowhere. 😬 Your in-laws will drag you into their arguments and WILL ask for your opinion on who’s right.

CAPRICORN OVER THE 9TH HOUSE

Your in-laws will be hella materialistic. They will constantly ask you when will you get a new car or ask how that job promotion of yours is looking up. Veryy materialistic. They will criticise your spending habits. They will look down on you like their son/daughter could find a better partner. They will make you feel self conscious. They will look under the lens your actions and wait for any slip up. They will feel like your annoying boss. Or like you are constantly being watched. There will be a lot of family events, Sunday dinners that you will have to attend, because this is what they do traditionally. So you will have to host those as well and accept the tradition.

AQUARIUS OVER THE 9TH HOUSE

Surprisingly, they view YOU as the one wearing the pants in the relationship/marriage. They will ask you a lot about your siblings if you have any. You might leave at a distance, therefore you don’t see them often. You will get along really well, they might talk about to to their friends/acquaintances in a very high light. But there will be irritation with them at times, when they go too far in discussing details about your medical procedures or something that has happened to you or you’ve done.

PISCES OVER THE 9TH HOUSE

They see you as cute. They might say you’re “creative”, but in a negative way “oh she’s really artistic”. They often don’t know where they stand with you. They will watch a lot of TV and be lazy, passive. They themselves might have so me escapistic tendencies in so extreme cases even addiction. They will have very different educational, social, religious, cultural, ethnical background than you. They might even view you as “bad influence” for your partner or like you corrupted your partner somehow.

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bunny-xoxo · 3 years

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Modern!au Hange Zoë Relationship Headcannons

Hange Zoë x reader

a/n: hi!!! This is my first post for aot on this blog! Plspls tell me your thoughts and if you guys like this :) requests aren’t open quite yet but will he soon, I just need to finish some things up in my drafts first :) you can look at WIP page on my pinned post on my blog to see some other aot works I’m working on atm before I open requests :) pls enjoy !!! I luv them on god

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Please tell them to go to bed, they have no self regard for their sleeping habits and WILL stay up for 2 days straight

It does not matter if they’re in bed with you either, they will lay with their back against the headboard and you cuddling into their side while they stroke your face until you fall asleep and then IMMEDIATELY start reading

The amount of times you’ve woken up to them still awake in the middle of the night looking at you like 👁👄👁😃 good morning sunshine~~ just go back to bed ~~ maybe you’re dreaming ~~ , cause they KNOW you’ll scold them and they’d like to avoid that at all costs

PLS they definitely wear one of those stupid little head light things so they can read while you sleep

AND IT JUST ADDS TO THE DISORIENTATION YOU FEEL WHEN YOU WAKE UP ABAJSKWJWNA

* 💡

* 👁👄👁

“good morning sleepy head”

I truly feel like they’re a pro at getting you to fall asleep though, not even so they can stay up they just are so good at soothing you

That one spot in between your shoulders thats always sore? They’re hands find it without you even having to mention

The way you have to cuddle laying on your right side and your left? They’re already adjusting themselves on the couch so that can happen

The way you like kisses on the top of your head but not your temple? Check ✅ they’re fingers are resting at your temple to remind them it’s always the top of your head -as if they’d forget-

Expanding on this, they’re just so good at remembering details about you in general???

And of course some of it is the basics like your favorite snack, your favorite candle, the current show your binging, the laundry detergent you always buy, etc.

But some of it you wouldn’t have even asked them to remember?? Like it gets more and more obscure the longer you’re together

Like how you wouldn’t like the leather seats in their car, which you mention once cause the skin on your legs were sticking to them in the summer

And then they’re in the market looking for a new car and this one doesn’t have leather seats, which to yourself you’re like oh cool :)

But then they just bring it up while you’re driving with them one day like

“Isn’t it nice that now when you wear shorts your legs don’t stick? I tried keeping that in mind for you, babe.”

And it’s just??? You’re almost questioning how they even KNOW that until they tell you about the one ☝🏼 time you mentioned it and it was at least a couple years ago and it’s just??? Thank you?!?

But yes, anything you do Hange WILL remember it for better or for worse cause they just see it as a part of getting to know you and love the person you are!

Okok emperor fidgety over here ‼️

WILL talk with their hands so intensely that they’ve knocked over countless drinks, vases, has even flung their fork once

Queue wide eyes and awkward laughing while they blush a little before they rush for a towel to clean up their mess

But will still continue to ramble while they clean, nothing stops their talking

Carpet cleaner is your best friend

Let’s just say when the two of you decided to move into a new place together, hunting for hardwood floors was a must

But BECAUSE this fools always making a mess and needs to just ~lower the chaos a teensy bit ~ they WILL grab onto your hands while they talk

They’d be getting particularly animated and loud and you’d just let out a giggle and nod your head, letting them know you’re listening and they don’t have to be so loud

And they’d just giggle and shush themselves and be like sorry sorry I know with some big stupid smile on their face

They’d reach their hands out and grab yours and clear their throat and raise their eyebrows a little,

“Ok, so, here’s the best part though. Get. This.”

And they’d just go back to ranting but this time they have so much more energy being focused into you rather than combusting out of them

Their eyes are locked onto yours so hard, no longer darting all over the room while they speak

Their hands moving yours only a little, swinging them up and down, squeezing them when they get particularly excited

Their voice is more hushed and deep, their words shooting sharply at you with an intensity vibrating off them making your cheeks burn

Now, when something would normally result in a flying fork, instead it’s a tug on your hands to bring you closer while their voice gets heavier and quiet - almost a whisper - sharing this moment with you and ending it with raised eyebrows and a squeal - sometimes even shaking your arms about if it’s especially exciting news

Speaking of ranting, when you rant you better expect Hange to get JUST as involved as you

You’re frustrated? Yeah Hange is getting heated too, riling you up in the process, it’s their problem now too

You’re happy? Hange is squealing and jumping up and down with you as if they got the promotion ajakskajaja

I feel like the only exception to this would be if you were stressed, upset, or sad

They’re immediately quiet and looking all over your face for any sign of distress with the most sincere eyes

Nodding and responding with little hums of understanding, ready to scoop you into their arms the moment you need them too

The RULER of taking care of their s/o when they’re down or sick

Not only cause they know everything there is to know about your existence lmao

But cause I think they’re smart enough to be able to not be over bearing when they’re taking care of you

They’ll check in a lot for sure, but never smothering you more than you’d like lmao

Their love language is definitely quality time in my opinion

Do you remember how excited they were when Eren agreed to listen to them talk and they talked literally ALL night?? -I miss them like this pls-

Please just spend time with them while they’re doing research at home or reading, they’ll never feel more loved and appreciated

Ok but like :

It’s late, it’s been dark outside for hours now. Your eyes became heavy hours ago but, you don’t have work tomorrow, and you’d hate leaving Hange in here by themselves, so you decided on cuddling up in the living chair in their office - that they definitely put in there for you - on your phone. You were scrolling mindlessly through apps trying to keep your mind stimulated enough when you heard their chair move from the spot they were in for the first time since you’ve been in their. You looked up to see them crack their neck and stretch their arms above their head, they’re shirt riding up just above their belly button.

They sighed deeply and slowly walked over to you, running their hands down the side of your face and cupping your cheeks to turn your head up to face them.

They leaned down at an agonizingly slow pace and pressed a deep kiss on your lips

“Let’s go to bed now, yeah?”

And while you were laying together drifting off to sleep, they’d just kiss your head one more time and tell you how much they love you

Pls you’d mean the world to them

HANGE IS A SEXY DRIVER HANGE IS A SEXY DRIVER HANGE IS A SEXY DRIVER

Like,,, WHEWWW

This isn’t even a relationship HC LMAO

I mean a little -

They’d LOVE to go on roadtrips with you, you can’t tell me otherwise

A fun stupid adventure to buy shitty souvenirs along the way? Meeting strange people and getting all these new stories together? Hange is at peace like this lmao

But more on them driving 👁👅👁

Definitely drives stick, and they’re a FAST driver

Always a little above the speed limit

So good at changing lanes, especially on the freeway

The way they check over their shoulder?? Lawd almighty

Sometimes they’ll check over their shoulder that’s facing you and flick their eyes to your’s for a moment, cause they can feel you staring at them in that brief moment, and they’ll just raise their eyebrows and shoot you a cocky little side smile

And then after they change lanes they reach a hand over and squeeze your thigh before they keep driving

Ok does have bad road rage though LMAO

Not in a dangerous way they just,, swear very loudly in the car and then roll their eyes and apologize that there’s idiots on the road LMAO

Anyways

All in all, Hange is a very attentive and loud partner, so I hope you’re ok with chaos and intensity

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a/n: thanks for reading yall!!! Feel free to check out my blog, more aot content coming soon! And I always love to hear from you guys :)

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vkelleyart · 3 years

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Thoughts on fandom: inclusion and engagement.

(Art credit to the kindhearted @penpanoply!)

There’s been some stuff floating around on Tumblr about strife in the CO/WS fandom, and though I haven’t been explicitly named-dropped on anything public, my DMs have been... active. lol Rather than rehash what’s been said already, I just want to impart a little wisdom and perspective in the hopes it may soothe frayed feelings and offer a way ahead for cultivating a respectful community. As someone who has been an active participant in online fandoms since the mid-’90s, which was the advent of online fandom content creation (shout out to my fellow X-Philes!), and who has also spent a chunk of her professional life managing social media for the federal government and for activist groups, I can promise you it’s all gonna be okay.

Here’s some context for why strife happens and what we can do to create a more inclusive and communicative fandom environment.

1) It sounds cliché, but fandoms go through growing pains.

In the case of the Simon Snow fandom, what was once a small and cozy space untouched by cataclysmic events (such as the release of *gasp* a sequel) has grown exponentially in a relatively short amount of time following the release of Wayward Son. Newcomers are eager to find a home in this space at the same time as folks who’ve been here a while may be consciously or unconsciously wary about widening their circle, and It’s important to remember that this is not necessarily an expression of bad behavior on either side but just human psychology doing its thing.

The byproduct, however, is that tension and stress builds over time from the lack of meaningful communication across the divide, which subsequently fuels misunderstandings. Ironically, the interfaces we use to communicate don’t help with this because any existing communication about the tension happens in tiny vacuums until a trigger goes off and bad feelings go public.

Way Ahead: These moments of destabilization are opportunities to see where we can be more self aware about how we engage with fandom and the kind of community we want to be. Can you promote, support, or befriend someone trying to gain a foothold? If yes, please do! Each person must reach their own decision about what they can do within the confines of their available energy, health, and time, but a little self awareness goes a long way as long as you’re honest with yourself and others if applicable about what you can contribute. Anyone who judges you for it isn’t worth the strife.

2) In a fandom comprised of vulnerable/marginalized people, it’s more accurate to say that cliques are “bubbles of trust.”

This one's important. Just by nature of the source material, the CO/WS fandom includes fans with a wide array of backgrounds and experiences, especially when it comes to those who identify with the characters’ queerness, mental illness, and/or trauma. I really believe––based on individual conversations/group chats––that the difficult lived experiences that so many of our fandom peers have endured has produced one of the most open, aware, and accepting fandoms I’ve had the pleasure of participating in. Our vulnerability is, in a real way, our strength.

That said, a community of survivors also has the side effect of cultivating small circles of engagement that I call “bubbles of trust.” When you’re a survivor of abuse, marginalization, mental illness, fill-in-the-blank, it’s often quite hard to risk casting a wide net and expanding your circle to include new faces––which can subsequently be internalized by equally sensitive and vulnerable newcomers as rejection, judgement, or inadequacy.

Way Ahead: First of all, there may indeed be gatekeeping and exclusion going on. But before internalizing someone’s cagey behavior as gatekeeping or purposely exclusionary, ask yourself if you have all the information. Many people are private (I include myself in this assessment) because life has regrettably taught them to be this way, and so they may insulate themselves to a small group of people who have earned their trust. Some people might also triggered by certain content (case in point: smut triggers my anxiety) so they don’t engage with it. Others might have something in their pasts that define how they handle certain subjects (for example, a person of color should not be tone policed for getting angry when confronted with a racialized microagression, however accidental it was). You just don’t know what you don’t know.

The solution here is to regularly check your privilege and ask questions in a private space if you sense you’re being treated unfairly by someone. If you go public with your grievances in hopes of mobilizing the mob, you may accidentally find yourself stepping into the role of the aggressor instead of the victim.

3) Social Media is not built to help you get engagement. It’s built to help itself make money off of you.

Repeat after me: Hits/likes are not a measurable indicator of talent or worth. There are ridiculously talented folks on Tumblr and elsewhere who, for whatever reason, haven’t had their viral moment, and it’s not their fault. Loads of factors come into play where things like likes, reblogs, and comments are concerned, among them being posting frequency, subject matter, the time of day, the day of the week, the week of the month, the month of the year, the current administration, the stock exchange, the concentration of middle class users, who just won the Superbowl, a madman trying to steal an election and undermine the democratic process, a PANDEMIC, do you get where I’m going with this?? lol

At the end of the day, my humble successes have been helped along by good luck, good timing, high profile signal boosters, and an absurd amount of work. (This is why I try to signal boost new work whenever I get a chance over at @vkelleyshares.)

So while you cannot control Tumblr’s interface, trends at large, or your fellow users, here’s what you can do to ensure you give your work the best possible chance of exposure.

Have an image ready to go with your post. Tumblr is a visual platform (no matter what it says about being good for text). Not good with images? Set up a Canva.com account and get access to free graphic software with a gazillion templates to create whatever attractive image you want to attach to your post.

Keep the outward facing text brief and easy on the eyes. Too long and eyes will glaze over. Put excess text behind a “read more.”

You may think you’re being cute when you do this, but don’t put yourself down in your posts. (Don’t put yourself down in general, of course.) Doing so acts as engagement repellant. If you don’t believe in your work, no one else will.

Related: Be your best cheerleader. Confidence is a magnet, and if you don’t have it, go ahead and fake it until you start to convince yourself you are worth the buzz. So promote yourself! You have gifts that only you can impart. Use that knowledge to fuel everything you do from your art/fiction writing to your outreach with other content creators, and by golly, if someone’s done it already, acknowledge that contribution and then tell the world that this is YOUR unique take on it.

Treat your fellow fandom creators as human beings, not art/fiction/content boosting machines. I cannot count how many times I’ve had folks slide into my DMs with offers of friendship only to disappear once they realize I’m not available to draw a picture for their fic. It hurts because it’s manipulative and it makes me want to hole up and not signal boost anyone. Creators who truly support each other will not give off a transactional vibe. I want to help you reach more people, but not if that’s all I’m good for in your eyes.

The long and short of it: Lead with compassion, do your best with the opportunities at your disposal, and remember that fandom belongs to everyone in it. ❤️

What saves a fandom made of sensitive and vulnerable souls from imploding when it goes through growing pains is radical compassion from those who can offer it. Begin with the assumption that your fellow fandomers are not trying to harm you, and wade into the water knowing that your insight into the lives of your peers is limited by default and you may need to temper your words or actions accordingly. If you’re a content creator, save compassion for yourself as well, as there are indeed challenges to gaining an audience, and lack of engagement does not mean you lack talent or skill. Be your best advocate, and if you have the bandwidth to lift up a fellow creator and make a new friend, please, go ahead do it!

And finally, fandom belongs to everyone, and no one has a monopoly on characters, tropes, or themes. Create and consume what you love (with respect for your more vulnerable peers), and bask in the variety, my friends!

That’s all I’ve got in my head at the moment, although I’m sure there’s more I’m forgetting. Thanks so much to @penpanoply for letting me use her art for this and to everyone else, hang in there and try not to judge each other too harshly. These are unprecedented times, and most of us are doing our best in circumstances that are pushing us to our limits.

As always, if you have questions or want to sound off on anything, shoot me a message or an ask, or ping me on Discord. It might take me a second to respond (thanks, Covid) but I’ll get to it! Love, love, and more love to all.

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vnderoos · 4 years

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oblivious ✷ harry potter

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A SOFT, ORANGE LIGHTING WAS SMOOTHED over Ginny Weasley's face as she and Y/N Y/L/N sat on the leather sofa in front of the fireplace. The Gryffindor common room was mostly quiet, save for the occasional house members passing through, but other than that, they had the whole lounge to themselves. Ginny was tucked into the corner of the sofa, hugging her knees to her chest, and Y/N was sprawled out over the arm, her legs sticking straight out in front of her. It was a surprise that the red-headed girl even fit on there at all, really, with how much space her friend was taking up.

Y/N let out a loud sigh and she threw her head back, her body curving over the armrest and letting her hair dangle down beneath her. "I just don't understand how someone can be so blind. Harry is honestly just the cutest thing, but I swear, this is driving me up a wall," she complained, another whiny groan slipping from her mouth as she ran her hands over her face in frustration. "I mean, I thought I made it quite obvious, but Merlin, Ginny, he is so painfully oblivious. I really don't know how much clearer I could make it." Her voice was muffled as she spoke between her fingers, letting her arms flop over the couch only after she'd finished.

Ginny rolled her eyes at Y/N's distress and she propped one of her elbows up on the armrest on her side of the couch, resting her chin on top of her fist. "You could always tell the man, you know," she suggested matter-of-factly, accompanied by a small shrug of her shoulders, and she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear with her free hand.

Y/N was quick to sit up from her limp position, properly sitting herself up and crossing her legs on her side of the sofa. She shot Ginny an incredulous look. "Tell him? No way," she scoffed. "What if he hasn't 'picked up' on anything because he doesn't like me like that? I can't imagine he wants me to hurt myself with my pathetic little crush, so maybe he's just thinking of a way to let me down easy or something," she theorized, honestly willing to believe anything if it meant she didn't have to spit out her feelings for what they were. She much preferred the whole 'shamelessly-flirting-until-he-either-rejected-her-or-confessed' ordeal.

Even though it seemed entirely unlikely that Harry was going to do either anytime soon.

Ginny couldn't help but laugh, placing her free hand over half of her face as she did. "You talk a lot about Harry, but you're just as clueless as he is, really," she pointed out and Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. "The two of you are constantly dancing around each other. It's getting sad to watch," she continued, letting her hand fall across her knees as she spoke.

"I am not, Ginny." Y/N clicked her tongue against the back of her teeth. "I think I would've noticed if he was showing interest, too," she defended.

The Weasley girl giggled and she pretended to go along with her words. "If it helps you sleep at night, then sure," she tutted. After that, Ginny straightened her legs out over the side of the couch and she stood up. "But, if we're done with that, do you think the house elves have any leftover pastries from dinner?" she questioned and Y/N shrugged.

She followed Ginny's lead and got to her feet, straightening out her clothes when she was standing straight up. "I could go for a tart or two, so if you wanted to go look, I wouldn't say no to tagging along," she offered.

"We'd better get to the kitchens soon, then."

Then, almost as if she and Ginny had summoned them, a group of Gryffindor boys were making their way into the common room just as the girls were making their way out. Y/N barely had time to put faces or names to any of them before she walked smack-dab into one of their chests. "Oh," she huffed as the slight impact knocked some of the breath from her lungs and the boy's hands wrapped around each of her arms to steady her. She smiled sheepishly, staring down at his shoes and planning to thank him, but when her eyes trailed upwards, the heat that rushed to her cheeks was immediate. Her eyes locked with Harry Potter's, in all of his pale-skinned and messy-haired glory, and it was like her heart skipped a beat. Pull it together, Y/N.

"God, Harry, I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going—"

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I should've been more careful, but I—"

The two of them started to apologize at the same time, both cutting themselves off when they realized what they were doing, and Y/N swore she turned three shades pinker. Part of her hoped Harry wouldn't say anything, but something told her he didn't even notice at all.

"Oh, it's fine," she hummed, once again, at the same time as Harry, but he'd replaced her 'fine' with an 'alright'. She opened her mouth to say something else, but her mind had suddenly gone blank as she stared up at him. Even dulled by the shine of his glasses, his green eyes were still twinkling as he looked down at her, and her stomach churned. She wanted to say something that wouldn't make her seem like a complete idiot but all she could stutter out was, "You— um, your hands, Harry."

Y/N wanted to smack herself in the head when she saw the surprised look that flickered onto his face. His eyebrows shot upwards as he looked down at his hands, which were still steadily gripping her biceps, and he pulled them back quickly. "Merlin, sorry," he whispered, almost to himself, and he flashed her a nervous smile. It was quite cute, actually, and she returned it with one that was just as awkward.

Somewhere behind them, Ron cleared his throat, obviously trying to get them to speed things up a bit, and Y/N flashed him a half-grin.

"I guess," she paused, pointing at Ginny who was watching the entire scene unfold with a scrunched up nose and curled lip (wondering how bloody unaware two people could possibly be). "I guess I'll be going now," she hummed and Harry nodded his head. She moved to step around him at the same time he went to do the same, but she found herself in the same position when they both stepped in the same direction. "Sorry," she laughed and when she moved again, Harry moved with her.

Y/N couldn't help but chuckle as she got herself into a sort of back-and-forth dance with him, and it wasn't until he placed his hands on her waist and spun the two of them around that they found themselves on the sides that they needed to be on. "Right. You'll be off now, yeah?" he asked, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket, and she nodded her head.

"Yeah, thank you," she hummed, pivoting on her foot. "Bye, Harry."

"Bye, Y/N," Harry stammered out in return, his voice cracking a bit over the first word, but she hardly noticed as she started towards the kitchen with Ginny. As she walked away, leaving the guys behind her, she could hear them laughing amongst themselves. One of them—Seamus, she figured—said something in a high pitched voice and the laughter only intensified. "Oh, bugger off," Harry yelled in return.

Y/N shook her head, letting out a huff of amusement at their boyish behavior, and she looked over at Ginny, who was already looking at her. Ginny's eyebrows were cocked and her arms were crossed over her chest. "Do I have to say 'I told you so' or have you picked up on what just happened back there?" she inquired, waggling a finger back in the direction of Harry and the others.

"What?" Y/N shrilled, peeking over her shoulder. It wasn't like any of them would be behind them, anyways, but her gaze had followed Ginny's finger on instinct. "That was a perfectly normal interaction, Gin. You didn't tell me anything," she argued, whipping her head around to watch where she was going again.

Ginny threw her hands out in frustration. "Why don't you just tell him you like him?" she blurted.

Y/N's jaw dropped and her eyebrows knitted together, because was Ginny daft? "I can't," she refused. "What if he doesn't like me and I just embarrass myself?" she explained.

The redhead didn't seem to be having it and she grabbed Y/N's wrist before she even had a chance to pull it away. "You know what? I'm so tired of watching this," she said as he started back towards the main section of the common room, which they'd just left from.

Y/N flashed her friend another 'what-the-hell' look. "Ginny, what on Earth are you doing?" she yelled—as quietly as she could, which sort of defeated the purpose—as Ginny forcefully dragged her back towards the room. She tried to wipe the look of annoyance off of her face when they reentered the room, where the boys were chuckling over something one of them had said.

"I'm getting this over with once and for all," Ginny said, not even bothering to be discreet as she marched right over to the group with Y/N. Ron and Seamus exchanged confused glances and Harry looked up at Y/N, cutting his laughter short. He nodded at her with a tilt of his head, like a cute, little puppy, and she smiled at him in a silent apology for the events that were about to unfold. "Harry, you like Y/N, don't you?" She knew that Ginny was going to say something stupid the moment they'd turned around, but she didn't expect that.

She watched as Harry's cheeks flushed a bright pink, and instead of hers doing the same, she could feel herself pale, like all of the blood had left her face. She could hear the thudding of her heart in her ears as it suddenly started to pick up the pace. She had no idea what Ginny was thinking and she really wasn't appreciating this. "I mean, yeah, she's great," Harry answered hesitantly, promoting Ginny to look over at the girl beside her. "I'm not sure I understand what's happening," he followed up, pushing his glasses further up on the bridge of his nose.

Ginny tore her eyes away from Y/N. "I know you think she's great, but you like her, don't you?" She continued.

Y/N's eyes blew wide at the question and she gasped, wasting no time in ripping her arm out of Ginny's grasp. With her newly freed hands, she shoved her lightly to the side. "Bloody hell, Ginevra, do you ever shut up?" she all-but-yelled and she watched as Ginny stumbled to the side, laughter bubbling up out of her lips. As Y/N's stomach swirled and her face grew hot, she didn't realize what was so funny about it all.

In fact, she almost felt like she was going to vomit.

Ron, Seamus, and even Dean, had all joined in on the laughter, fueling Y/N's white-hot embarrassment, as she looked at Harry. His eyes were almost as wide as hers and he opened his mouth to say something, to ask another question or even apologize for his friends' behavior, but he couldn't seem to find the words. Y/N on the other hand, felt like the entire room was spinning. All she could think about was her friends laughing and how her secret was out now, and it was all Ginny's fault.

She could feel tears stinging in the spaces behind her eyes and she ran a hand nervously through her hair. Part of her wanted to hex the shit out of Ginny right then and there, but she was more worried about the fact that Harry hadn't said anything. Ron had his hand on Harry's shoulder, steadying himself as he doubled over in laughter, and Harry hadn't said anything.

She couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, with her heart in her throat, and she was running out of the room before she could change her mind.

"Y/N, wait—" Harry called after her, but she ignored him.

She pushed the portrait of the Fat Lady open wide and she climbed through the hole as quick as she could. She ignored the questions from the woman as she pressed the painting closed behind her, and when she stepped out onto the staircases, she was running as far down as she could get. She was almost surprised she hadn't fallen down a whole flight, considering she could barely see through the tears that prickled in her eyes. She couldn't believe that Ginny had put her on the spot like that.

They were supposed to be friends—best friends—and best friends weren't supposed to embarrass each other in front of Harry bloody Potter.

Y/N only stopped running when she reached an empty corridor, at the bottom of one of the staircases she'd ran down. There were no windows there, only open balconies, and the cool breeze that blew through brought the only movement in the entire hall. She sat herself down on the bottom step and buried her face in her hands. She was done crying by then, but she didn't know if she'd ever get over her bout of crippling mortification.

After a few moments of sitting alone, replaying the incident over in her head, she could hear footsteps at the top of the stairs. "Y/N." She heard his voice and her heart nearly stopped in her chest.

She turned around to look at Harry, who was making his way down the staircase. His eyes were warm and sympathetic, and his eyebrows were furrowed gently. "Harry, I'm sorry," she mumbled as he took a seat beside her on the step. "I had no idea she was going to do that, I—"

She started to continue, wanting nothing more than to defend herself and clear the air between them, but he shook his head with a small smile. "It's okay, really," he promised, letting out a soft laugh as he threw his arm over her shoulder and hugged her into his side. He looked down at her for a moment or two before his smile faltered slightly. "Were you crying, Y/N/N?" he questioned and his voice was quiet, like he was afraid he might scare her off.

"No," she denied quickly, but he didn't seem to buy it. "Maybe."

"Why? It wasn't that bad." Harry moved his arm, resting his hand on her knee instead.

Y/N sighed. "Because I'm embarrassed, Harry. Ginny humiliated me in front of everyone, in front of you," she explained and she laid her head on his shoulder, her eyes locking on his hand. "I'm sure you've gathered how I feel about you by now, too, yeah? Thanks to her," she grumbled.

Harry laughed softly and he gave her knee a comforting squeeze. "I mean, I ought to be thanking her. If she hadn't done that, I never would've known how you felt," he admitted.

She sat up in an instant at that, turning to look at him with a dumbfounded look on her face. "Really, Harry? I thought I'd been obvious about it," she told him.

He shrugged his shoulders as a sheepish smile settled onto his face. "I thought you were just being nice because you heard I was the Chosen One, or something," he explained.

"What?" Y/N laughed. "You think I'm that shallow?" she questioned.

Harry was quick to shake his head, holding his free hand out defensively. "No, no. I didn't mean it that way, I just thought it seemed impossible that you'd like me back," he hummed in confession. "It seemed too good to be true, so I just settled for that instead."

"Are you kidding me? You're— wait," she started, but when she registered his words, she cut herself off. Everything seemed to fall silent as her hopeful eyes met his. "Like you back? Does that mean..." she trailed off and Harry nodded once. Her heart was about to beat out of her chest. "Are you serious?" She asked.

"I mean, yeah."

"Ginny didn't put you up to this?"

Harry shook his head softly. "No, it was of my own free will," he promised to her.

Y/N couldn't help the giddy smile that tugged its way onto her face and she looked down shyly, as if to hide it. "Okay," she hummed.

At that, he shot her a scrunched up look. "Okay?" he repeated. "That's it? Just okay?"

"Well, I don't know what else I'm supposed to say," she protested. "You already know I'm mad for you," she told him.

He laughed and offered her a small shrug. "I mean, it doesn't involve much talking, but I might have an idea," he hummed, his eyes flickering to her lips, and he brought his free hand to cup her jawline.

Y/N could feel her face grow warm beneath his touch and she fought a grin. "Oh," she muttered, staring into his eyes for a moment and looking for any sign that this wasn't real, that he didn't want this, but she couldn't find one. "What're you waiting for, Potter? I don't bite," she teased and he sputtered out a small laugh.

Instead of waiting for him to kiss her, she grabbed Harry by his shirt and planted her lips against his. He laughed against her mouth as he kissed her, pulling away so he could kiss her nose, both of her cheeks, and then her mouth once more. All of his kisses felt so sweet, each one instilling a certain warmth in her that made her feel like she was home. Harry's lips were slotted into her own, pressing pecks to her top lip and the corners of her mouth, and when he pulled away from her, she couldn't remember another time where she'd seen him smile so big.

"As fun as this is, I think should get back now. It's almost curfew," he pointed out and swiped his thumb over her bottom lip.

Y/N pressed a kiss to his finger and she nodded. "Yeah, you're right." Harry pulled his hands off of her lightly and stood up, offering one of his hands down to her and she took it with a grateful smile.

He pulled her to her feet and they made their way back to the common room, hand-in-hand.

Ginny and the boys were sprawled over the sofa and various other chairs, and they all looked up when the two entered the room. A cheeky smile crossed onto her lips and she winked at them. "Well, it's about bloody time," Ron stayed, gesturing to their intertwined fingers, and Y/N looked at Harry with a smile. He placed a kiss against her temple.

"You're welcome," Ginny piped up.

Y/N simply hit her a clean middle finger.

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alpacaparkaseok · 3 years

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Mine

3. Stalk me all you want, just bring refreshments.

Genre: Yoongi x OC

Warnings: some stalking lol

Word Count: 3.1k

We’ve made it to Paris by the time the first stalker finds me.

The past week has been spent in England popping in and out of interviews and press conferences. For the most part, it’s been pretty quiet. Granted, each interview never fails to bring up BTS, one even going so far as to pull up a quiz to see how similar I am to Suga.

I got 62%.

Sebastian demanded to take it as well. He got 43%. I still can’t tell if he was relieved or upset. Either way, things have been a little strange between us ever since that morning when he woke me up post panic attack. I can’t tell if it’s just because we’ve both got a lot of things on our minds or the fact that we’re back in civilization now, but I find myself seeking out the company of friends through phone calls and facetimes more often.

Stacey has been working nonstop to deflate the situation as much as possible. Truly, I owe her everything. She’s quick to remind me just that as I make my way to my hotel room.

“You know, this is very different from any other case I’ve had before. This fanbase is hard to get around.”

I roll my eyes even though she can’t see me from the other end of the phone. “You really have to stop referring to this as a case. It sounds like I’m some type of criminal.”

Sebastian passes me to go to his room while I fumble with my keycard. Stacey is in the middle of explaining the reasoning behind calling this a case when I finally open up the door and nearly drop the phone at the sight before me.

A girl sits on the edge of the bed, phone held up and hat low on her head. She stands up, walking over to me.

“Look who it is! Cara Richie!” For her surprised tone, I know she isn’t surprised at all. Stacey pauses on the phone as she picks up on the other voice. I remain frozen in the doorway, utterly confused. Did I get the wrong room?

Sebastian is the first one to react. “Keep your head down Car, and walk over here. Come into my room, I’ll get security.”

I do as he says, hesitating only a moment longer before turning my head down and heading down the hall. Stacey is demanding answers in my ear, but I can’t bring myself to answer her. Not as the girl is rushing out the door in an attempt to capture more footage.

“You think just because you’re a pretty face that Yoongi would be interested in you? He probably felt bad for your sorry excuse of a career and wanted to help. How do you feel about being a pity case?”

The words fling themselves at my back, but I focus on putting one step in front of the other. Sebastian is speaking quickly on the phone, motioning for me to walk faster.

“C’mon, c’mon…” He mutters under his breath, opening his door wide.

“I think you should know that this is live on Instagram. You look like a coward. Why would he like a coward like you?”

My feet refuse to move faster, my measly pace being the only thing I can manage. There’s a piece of me that really wants to turn around and give her a piece of my mind, but I know that’s the last move I should take. Not when she’s filming. Not when we’re just beginning promotions and my career is already barely hanging in there.

When I’m within arm’s reach, Sebastian grabs me and hauls me into the room. I just glimpse the dark clothing of security bursting out of the stairwell before Sebastian closes the door behind us.

“What was that?” Stacey demands to know. I watch as Sebastian scours the room, checking the bathroom and even under the covers for any unwanted visitors. Once he gives me a thumbs-up, I finally speak.

“I...I think that girl was stalking me.”

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To say the least, Paris and I don’t get along well. Yes, the world-famous city of love. The irony of it all isn’t lost on me. I’m stuck in the city of love all the while trying my best to avoid crazed would-be lovers of some man I’ve only ever seen through a screen.

On the bright side, people who work for the tabloids are having a heyday. I haven’t managed to get my hands on any of the magazines they’re working for, but I do have a phone and said phone is in a constant state of buzzing and ringing.

One the down side I still have no clue how I’m supposed to make it through these promotions in one piece. A part of me hopes that BTS will step in and basically tell everyone to knock it off, but I have no way of knowing how their PR teams works. Either way, they seem to be very good at keeping things on their side very quiet while my side is barely holding the barricade.

We’re driving back from an interview when my phone rings yet again. Sebastian looks at me.

“You gonna answer that?”

Sighing, I yank my phone out of my pocket. No doubt it’s yet another nosy friend or reporter that got my number from a nosy friend.

“Oh!” I gasp. It’s an actual friend. “Bong-Cha!” I all but scream into the phone. It’s my crazy roommate from my senior year in college that convinced me to pursue another degree with her in Seoul.

“Wow, you actually sound happy to hear from me,” my friend teases.

“There’s a first time for everything. How are you?” It feels like it’s been years since we’ve last spoken.

Sebastian looks at me with a puzzled expression as I slip into Korean. I’ve never spoken it around him, but I’ve never had a reason to. In fact, it’s about time I got a call from my friend. I need to keep practicing.

“I’m...great.”

I furrow my brows as I study the Parisian streets we pass. “Are you sure about that?”

Bong-cha’s sigh carries through the phone. “Yeah, I think so. It’s just...remember when I told you before you left for the Congo that I had a really big gig coming up? Like, really big?”

The conversation we had less than a week before I left for the Congo comes back to my mind. Bong-cha and I originally went into the university to study acting. When we were both accepted to a prestigious school in Seoul she was elated and I was confused. I didn’t apply to the school. I didn’t even speak the language, why would I apply? Bong-cha took things into her own hands and filled out the application for me. It took a lot of puppy eyes and convincing, but eventually I realized that a fresh start on a new continent and even with a new language would be exactly what I needed.

The program took two years, but it only took Bong-cha six months to realize that she wanted to focus more on the music part of filming rather than the actual acting. The little punk switched programs, but we still lived together for the duration of the two years. Looking back, she made the right decision. She can weave and create a soundtrack that puts people under a spell. She even helped with the soundtrack for one of my very first indie flicks.

Thanks to her I had something of an advantage going into the world of cinema with both American and Korean acting experience. But the best part of it all was the building up a friendship that will last for decades.

“Yeah,” I come out of my walk down memory lane. Paris somehow makes me nostalgic. “What happened with that? How did it go?”

“Well, it went well...it wasn’t exactly for a movie, though.”

“What was it for, then?” I can sense the hesitation in her tone and urge her forward. “Are you releasing a mixtape or something?” We both chuckle at the notion.

“No, not that. Although I would take the world by storm if I decided to drop a mixtape. It would be pure genius.”

“Yeah, yeah. What was it for? Now you’ve made me curious.”

Another sigh. “I was working on a comeback trailer for BTS.”

My heart stutters for a moment. “You- you what?”

“I know, and I should have told you all of this-”

“Daebak!” I shout into the car, Sebastian jumping a little at my sudden exclamation. “That’s so cool, Bong-cha! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me before!”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, it is amazing, isn’t it? They’re kind of going for this intense dystopian feel and somebody recommended me to them because they’d seen ‘True Lies’, isn’t that great? I still can’t believe it.”

Bong-cha deserves every ounce of credit that comes her way, I couldn’t be happier for her. Then I remember my current situation, and the questions I’m dying to ask her are all jumping for attention. I bite them down, reminding myself that this isn’t about me.

“I told you that the soundtrack for ‘True Lies’ was perfect, didn’t I? See, you should listen to me more often.”

A half-hearted chuckle from the other end of the phone. “I guess I should. But Cara, that’s not the only reason I called. I think I may have screwed something up.”

If my heart keeps stuttering I may die. Trying not to jump to any conclusions, I struggle to keep the apprehension out of my voice. “Ok...what happened?”

“Well...I worked a lot with all the boys, they’re very hands on in the whole process.”

“Ok.”

“I especially worked a lot with Suga because he’s very talented at producing music and all that, so he had a lot of say in the overall vibe and feel of the piece. Anyways, as you can imagine, we had to spend a lot of time together and we actually became pretty good friends...”

A yellow bike is being parked in a bike rack painted with red flowers and vines. It’s outside of the kind of cafe you only see in movies, and a young woman sits by the window with a book in hand. She’s lost in thought, no longer looking down at her book but instead watching the cars as they pass by. One hand rests idly around her drink which is still full. We make eye contact for a single second before I speed by, and I know that I’ll never see her again but I can’t help but wish I was her.

If I were her I could sit there calmly, not worried about much except for not spilling my drink on my novel. I would admire the yellow bike in the rack, and think up bike routes that I could enjoy. I would pack my book in the little basket between the handlebars and I would wait for a sunny day to go out and read.

Just my bike, book, and me.

Jumping a little as we pass over a speed bump I’m ripped from my alternate reality and drink in the words that Bong-cha speaks as delicately as possible.

“...we talked a lot, and eventually I started talking about my friends. You know, pretty normal, isn’t it? Everyone talks about their best friends. I mentioned you, of course. Explained how we lived together for however long, like what, four years? Two in the states and two in Seoul? Anyways, I was going on about you because ‘Under Nine’ has been so huge and it’s like you finally had your big break.”

Coaxing my jaw to move from its stiff position, I form a sentence. “Bong-cha, just tell me.”

There’s a two second pause before she dives back in. “He’d seen the film, said that you seemed cool. And I just started thinking about it and I thought that you two would be so cute together. And he just seems...lonely. Is that weird? And you’re always so stressed with trying to find the next big project so I just talked you up but...I- I didn’t tell him to date you or anything, I swear! I just said that you two should be friends. That’s all, I swear.”

Somehow the spike in heart rate I was expecting never comes. Instead, I almost feel more at ease. At least I’m starting to understand how this got started. It all seemed too disconnected before, like he just picked my name out of a hat and decided to have some fun with it.

“So...do you know why he said those things in the interview? Because that wasn’t exactly a call for friendship. At least, if that’s how he meant it, he failed. Big time. And now I’m paying the price.”

I can’t keep the bite out of my voice toward the end, and Sebastian doesn’t need to be fluent in the language to understand that tone.

‘You ok?’ he mouths. I nod and roll my neck in an attempt to relax. I don’t want Bong-cha to think that I’m mad at her. If anything, I’m flattered that she even thought to act as a sponsor for me to one of the most famous rappers in the world, however misguided her intentions.

“I know. I know, trust me, I talked to him about it.”

I wasn’t expecting that. They must be pretty good friends if Bong-cha feels comfortable calling him out on this. “You did?”

She chuckles. “I know, shocking. I just feel partially responsible for all of this. Then when I saw that video in your hotel room-”

“Wait, you saw that? I thought they were able to take that down in time.”

“Well, it was live when she was filming it. So she had to stop the filming but it was already out in the world. If it makes you feel any better, most people feel bad for you. You reacted really well in the video. Didn’t even say anything. Yoongi felt horrible when-”

“Hold up, hold up.” The words tumble from my mouth before she can continue. “You’re telling me that he actually saw that? And you talked to him about all of this? What is he saying?”

“I would tell you if you would quit interrupting me.”

“Sorry.” A hint of a smile tugs at my lips, the head strong Bong-cha I know so well reappearing.

“Anyways, as I was saying he felt horrible once he saw the video. Obviously we knew that it was probably a little crazy for you, especially with interviews and stuff. But I think even the guys were surprised to hear about you having stalkers and stuff.”

“The guys as in…”

“As in the guys. Jin and Jimin and-”

“Yeah. Yep. Got it.” I’m not sure whether I should laugh or cry, so I settle for shock.

“I talked to Yoongi about it, though. They all feel horrible about it, really. I guess after I talked about you so much he got curious and started doing some research and trying to figure out who you were. You know, kind of like friend shopping.”

“Is that a thing?”

“Sure, when you’re that crazy famous it is. You have to make sure the person you want to befriend isn’t some psycho in disguise.”

I snort. “I am a psycho, though. I don’t even try to hide it.”

Bong-cha chuckles, in full agreement with me. “Trust me, I know. But I don’t know, maybe he thinks it’s endearing? I mean, look at his closest friends. Compared to the rest of the members, you’re pretty tame. They’re all nuts.”

Just from the way Bong-cha speaks about the band I can tell that she really loved spending her time working with them. It would appear they all became fast friends. I can’t say that surprises me; she’s always had a knack for making friends.

“Alright, if you say so.”

“Anyways, I guess the guys were just giving him a hard time because he was always watching your stuff. Everyone took it too far in that interview. I mean, honestly speaking, I think they want him to get a girlfriend as badly as I do, but,” she keeps chattering away as she senses my impending interruption, “they realize that this wasn’t the best way to go about everything. Trust me when I say that their agency practically skinned them alive when the interview went viral.”

I suppose it makes sense to a certain point, but there’s still one outlier in all this information. If this is purely just an innocent mistake, then why on earth would Yoongi fan the flame by inviting us to the film festival in Seoul? And publicly RSVP?

I ask Bong-cha as much, the skepticism thick in my voice. “I just don’t get it, I guess.”

Bong-cha curses on the other side, and I can practically see her rolling her eyes. “That is precisely why all of the boys have basically been in time out for the past couple of weeks. Remember when I said that the other boys want Yoongi to get moving as much as I do?”

“Yeah? I don’t follow…”

Bong-cha laughs at the situation, the sound of it only worrying me more. “That wasn’t Yoongi that invited you guys and RSVPd.”

I nearly choke at the new information. The anger I feel is red-hot. Somebody really is trying to sabotage my career, aren’t they? “W-who? Who would do that? Why haven’t they said anything about that? Clearly someone is trying to ruin my career, and possibly his as well. Wouldn’t BigHit do someth-”

“Hey! Listen to me you psycho!” Bong-cha yells through the phone, barely able to get me to shut up for more than two seconds. “Are you even listening to me at all? I just said that the others are pushing for you and Yoongi, too. Nobody is trying to destroy your career.” She pauses, and for once I don’t interrupt her. Instead I wait with bated breath for her to continue. “You should have seen Yoongi’s face when Jin told him what he did.”

Jin? Kim Seokjin? What did he do?

“What do you mean? What did Jin do?”

A sigh of long-suffering. “He’s the one that invited you guys. And made sure Yoongi would have to be there to face you by publicly RSVPing him. Got it?”

“Why would he do that?” I ask myself the question more than anything. Bong-cha still responds though, the smirk evident in her tone.

“You’ll just have to ask him in person when you get here, won’t you? Make sure you save me a seat. I want to be there for this.”

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Why does Dean plead guilty? Is it bc of Phoebe? Is it because he wants to protect Beth? Is it because he wants to take the credit? Does it have to do with his male-ness? Have you already explored this topic? #questions

That’s such a good question, anon! It makes for a really interesting (and I actually think in-character) beat for Dean, and I think you’re right in the sense that it’s partially about protecting Beth and partially having to do with his male-ness, but I think there’s also something more fundamental at play.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how this show explores image, perception and projection, and how frequently those things are at the root of Beth and Dean’s arcs, both together and apart. These themes do of course feed into other character storylines (Annie at Ben’s school charity auction in 4.02 being one of the clearest examples of this – that was entirely about projecting an image to Ben’s peers and trying to change the way she would be perceived), but I don’t think it roots as deeply as it does in Beth and Dean, in no small part because Beth and Dean’s biggest audience is themselves.

So! Let’s break that down and talk about how that feeds into Dean pleading guilty.

Rose Coloured Boy (Rose Coloured Girl): nostalgia as the face of love

One of the things that’s always fascinating to me about Beth and Dean’s relationship is how often the show roots it in the past. One of the very first moments of Dean acting regretful over his cheating way back in 1.02 is through talking about the ‘fun stuff [he and Beth] did in the back seat in highschool’. That sense of the history of their romance is further emphasised in imagery of their past – Beth and Dean’s wedding photo is revisited frequently in season 1 while their anniversary is a key moment of the finale, Dean reminisces over screenshots of the kids as babies in season 2, and they even talk sweetly about anniversary dates, and their first apartment together after signing their divorce papers in 2.13.

This paints a picture of a tender history. One of young love and years of happiness and kindness, only it’s a history that the show has regularly, deliberately undermined.

All those beautiful pictures Dean’s looking at of his young family together and happy? Well, 2.05 confirmed that Beth was pregnant while he was having one of his affairs, so which of those photos are truly happy, and which were taken while Dean was betraying her? Similarly, they talk and joke about Valentine’s Day three years ago at the end of 3.08, but if he wasn’t having an affair with Amber then, he was likely having one with another woman.

The purpose of undermining history like this isn’t about the show forgetting or retconning these plot points – especially when the show ties these moments to other emotions, like Dean’s jealousy over Rio in 3.08 (and I’ll come back to that later), or Dean’s feelings of failure – but rather to establish the way that Beth and Dean both romanticise their past and paint it with a rose-coloured brush.

They tell themselves that they might not be happy today, but they were happy yesterday. And then they say that the next day and the next day and the next day, until every unhappy day, becomes a happy yesterday.

That romanticisation of their history is intrinsically tied to an image that they want to project to themselves. They have put so much time and energy into this thing between them, they have so many children, have so much of their lives entwined, that they need to believe that it’s all been worth it, because if it’s not, the image cracks and I don’t think either of them have the tools to handle that.

Which we kind of saw in 4.03.

It’s not an accident that the Beth and Dean flashbacks were in that episode – an episode that in a lot of ways fractured the image of Beth and Dean’s relationship, particularly for Dean. He’s been under the impression that they’re better, that they’re working again, that neither of them are cheating and Rio’s far away and Beth believes in him like she did before everything went wrong, and to discover that that image was false – was a projection of what Beth wanted him to believe, and perhaps simply what he himself wanted to believe too – is challenging to say the very least.

He was put in a position where he was faced not only with the extreme consequences of his wife’s actions, but a domino effect of lie after lie after lie, and the show choosing to take us back to the start of their relationship at that very moment, I think, shows us that the root of Beth and Dean’s relationship came back to Beth needing to be looked after, and Dean deciding, without knowing Beth very well, that he wanted to be the one to do it.

Macho Macho Man: Dean & Masculinity

Which brings us to Dean and masculinity. I’ve talked about the show’s exploration of masculinity quite a bit now (hell, it even has its own tag now, haha), and wrote a whole series of posts after 2.04 about male ego which I should probably update sometime to include s3 and s4, but it really is one of the core themes of the show. It bubbles to the surface almost constantly and frequently becomes a driving factor of character motivations, particularly characters like Turner, who had his male ego challenged by Beth which resulted in a vendetta, to Boomer’s toxic masculinity driving him through much of the show.

For Dean though, his masculinity is frequently projected only to be destroyed, undermined or used against him in a way that ultimately completely emasculates him. The scene of Dean trying to reassert gender roles on himself and Beth only to have Rio bone his wife, destroy his prized car and insert himself into his business is perhaps the clearest example of that, but it manifests in plenty of other ways too. From hiring hitmen only to be robbed and have his wife’s panties stuck in his mouth, to buying the gun only to have it stolen, to think he’s establishing a new business for himself only to discover his wife’s pulling the strings with her ex-lover. Hell, even the fact of losing the business in the first place is inherently emasculating.

What I’m getting at is that every time Dean asserts himself in ways that are typically considered ‘Masculine’ – providing for his family, dominating his wife / treating her paternalistically, behaving with violent intents, establishing a business – it’s only to have that immediately undermined in the narrative. Dean likes this image for himself, and wants to project it, but the show keeps telling us that the image is a false one.

And then the show outright used that falsehood, and Dean’s insecurity over it, in 4.02 with Dave convincing Dean to give him the books, despite Beth telling him they weren’t ready.

Dean played right into his hand because Dave saw Dean’s masculinity for what it was – a projection covering an insecurity, which in turn, made Dean act thoughtlessly.

(Another pattern of behaviour for Dean! Like hiring the hitmen or cutting the money plate).

Dean’s commitment to the image of masculinity is in a lot of ways too tied to this idea of the rose-coloured image of his and Beth’s romantic history. Beth, from an image standpoint, is a case study in traditional femininity, and for much of their 20-year relationship, they’ve had their roles and they’ve stuck to them. The challenge of that throughout the course of the series is ultimately a challenge to the image that their relationship is based on, which in turn means that Dean’s feelings of failing masculinity end up being tied to his feelings and insecurities around Beth, frequently manifesting into jealousy over Rio.

To have that used against him by Dave (and funnily enough, Rio using those same feelings of Dean’s against Beth in 4.02) is a really interesting character note and I think very much fuels his motivation in the scene with Phoebe.

That Loving Feeling: a brief aside

I feel like I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention here that I actually do think Beth and Dean love each other. I think that it’s a broken love, like Christina said in her BUILD interview while promoting season 3, and I also think it’s a child’s love, which is something that we saw a bit through these flashbacks. Their relationship is so steeped in that history and that origin, that their love has failed to grow with them. It’s a sort of arrested development type of love, which I think makes them cling to the image all the harder, and it’s that old love and that image that’s stopped Dean from ever even contemplating turning Beth in.

Dean Pleads Guilty

Projection and perception are key in this show overall, but especially this season. We’ve seen that with the way Fitzpatrick has projected onto Beth, which I’ll talk about another time, but we also importantly saw Phoebe project onto Beth in this episode. She equates Beth to a girl she was friends with in highschool who used her, and tells Dean as such.

Phoebe’s projection of Beth – her image of her – isn’t one that Dean identifies with, and he tells her as much in return. While Dean is quiet in the scene overall outside of that interaction, the flashbacks deliberately seek to remind us of the nostalgia that has driven Beth and Dean’s relationship for the last twenty years and four seasons of the show. There’s a part of Dean that still sees Beth as the girl he chose to look after when they were just teenagers, and I think having his masculinity threatened the episode before by Dave intermingled with Dean’s nostalgia and his desire to ‘man up’ and take care of her in the way he tried to when her mum was in the hospital. All their murky, messy history and anger and hurt is painted over again, and Dean, at least in the moment, re-commits himself to the image of what he and Beth are.

He’s the man, she’s the woman, and it’s just another unhappy today for all those happy yesterdays.

#beth x dean #beth boland #dean boland #gg 4.03 #masculinity #character backgrounds #staying's worse than leaving #welcome to my ama #Anonymous

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The Best Parts of Me

by @ether-solrac, a special non-canon scene I wrote for @justanotherpersonsuniverse Other Magic AU. Hope you all enjoy, although at 7 pages and 3,788 words, its a doozy.

The graveyard was in disarray as the various tombstones and mausoleums lay shattered and crumbled from the echoes of battle. The embers feeding off the dried grass were the only source of light as the thick fog suffocated the moonless night. But more than the echoes of death, the sight Chloe found most traumatizing was the image of her friends so very close to joining whatever spirits were too damn afraid to bear witness to this kind of threat. Juleka was propped up against a cracked tombstone and missing an arm. Kagami’s saber lay shattered beside her unconscious body, her flames worryingly dim. Alya’s coat was sporting a nasty tear that would take months to properly heal. And the two Sabrinas lay huddled protectively over the battered body of Aurore, not doing much better themselves if the chipped antlers and smell of scorched foliage were any indicator. But the part that stole all of her focus and pierced her heart with the fiercest desperation she’s ever felt, was the sight of the formidable hunter responsible for all this carnage, shimmering sliver skull mask and coat as dark as the void itself, and in his grasp, dangling helplessly like the prey he saw her as, was Alix.

“You know, you lot have been making quite the scene in both the magical and hunter communities. Tearing down glamour after glamour and forming bonds between races that have been in hiding for centuries. Disgusting. You can imagine my surprise when the supposed group undoing thousands of yeas of carefully crafted repression and giving these blasted freaks hope, was nothing more than a bunch of brats” the hunter monologued. He pulled Alix up further by her wrist, putting just enough pressure to cause Alix to cry out in pain and cancel out the small spell she’d been discreetly trying to cast. “Now now, none of that little witch.”

“You bastard…” Chloe forced out as she tried desperately to get up or do anything for that matter. She’d always been so conscious of what the full moon did to her, she never really stopped to consider how weak the new moon left her. The brutal beating she received probably didn’t help either.

“Ah, so the bitch is still conscious. Good. You’re the witch’s familiar are you not? The pain must be double for you two and yet you both are still desperately trying to save the other. I’d say it was romantic if you weren’t such perverse creatures” the hunter mocked. “The world of magic and monsters has had its day and its end is inevitable. I won’t let a bunch of brats get in the way of that.”

The hunter pulled an ornate dagger out of his cloak and if it was even possible, Chloe went even more pale. While she may not have much of a mind for magic, she’s spent enough nights curled up next to a studying Alix to recognize that rune was a huge no-no, a magic syphon… She had to do something! Anything! What the fuck was the point of being part giant killer werewolf if she couldn’t use it when she needed it! She was under so much pain it felt like it was only getting stronger and stronger, and all she could do was take a single step before it became too much and she collapsed, the sight of Alix’s tear stricken face calling out her name was the last thing she saw before her world faded to black.

——

Or at least that’s what she thought… Chloe awoke with a start back in her own room at the hotel except it wasn’t quite right. It was like the entire room had been petrified and turned to stone. Moss, dust, and rubble claimed the space as though it were some long forgotten temple. That, and she’s pretty sure her room didn’t have that massive skylight projecting a dark ominous storm that was practically leaking in through all the windows and doors.

“Well well well, look who finally decided to drop in” a twisted but familiar voice called out to her.

Standing before her was a grim twisted version of Chloe herself. Her skin was as pale as stone, her hair was a mesmerizing sliver that shined like moonlight, but what was most stunning were the deep wild red eyes and gleaming fang filled smile that sparkled with something incredibly predatory.

“I was wondering how long it would take for us to finally meet face to face. I’ve simply been DYING to meet you. Although from the look of things it seems like there’s someone out there has a similar idea” the odd Chloe spoke.

“You… You’re my wolf half…” Chloe mumbled to herself.

“And they say Blonds are dumb. You’re smarter than people give you credit for. But then again, its not like you gave them much to look for to begin with.”

“What do you want, and how am I even in here?”

“Awww, right to business? Alright then, you’re in here because you called for me. Because CHLOE wasn’t enough. And why would you be? you’re nothing but the scared heartless little girl that’s spent so long chasing after a bitch that won’t ever love you that you became one yourself.”

“W-what… no that’s- “Chloe whimpered out

“Not true?” the wolf snarled. “Why don’t we just take a look at your little friends and see for ourselves shall we?”

“Chloe, what’s going on?” came a voice from behind her.

Turning around Chloe found Sabrina standing there just as confused as she was. Out of the darkness the wolf Chloe sauntered up to Sabrina wrapping her firm clawed hand over Sabrina’s neck.

“let’s see, your oldest most faithful friend of oh so many years.” Wolf Chloe taunted pressing her finger more firmly on the redhead’s neck. “And what have you done to her? Oh, that’s right. You silenced her voice and then paraded her around like a servant and trophy.”

Before Chloe could even get the scream out, the wolf slashed across Sabrina’s throat. Sabrina stood there in shock, grasping her neck, completely void of her voice, and as the faintest drips of crimson seeped through her fingers, she was drained of all color and petrified into a stone statue. Chloe didn’t even have the time to grieve as the wolf made her way to yet another of her newly appeared friends, Juleka.

“Ah yes, Juleka, she really is something isn’t she? Underneath the shy girl routine, she’s rather gorgeous and fierce, isn’t she? And you couldn’t let someone outshine you, could you? So, what else would you do beside socially burry her where her fear of never being seen could destroy what little opposition she posed.” With monstrous strength the wolf pounded the ground, the entire room vibrating before the ceiling collapsed and buried Juleka under the rubble.

“Please… stop this!” Chloe cried out, but the wolf was a showman, and this dark performance was far from over.

Pulling her next victim from the void, Alya was the next star of the twisted tragedy. “Alya, oh she is a troublesome one isn’t she. Even more than Dupain-Cheng, she had the audacity to stand up to you day one. She was the first to see you for the demon you really are, and you couldn’t have that. She wanted to be the journalist, promote the truth above all else. You had to make sure she took a fall for it.” With a snap of the wolf’s fingers heavy steal chains began to wrap themselves around Alya and pull her to the ground where the weight kep her immobile. And as an added insult the wolf personally strapped a muzzle to Alya’s face, preventing her from speaking.

“But those were just the appetizers. I think you know who the main event is” the wolf Chloe spoke as she bathed in the tension and misery of the moment. And Chloe knew damn well who her other half was taking about, and she wasn’t sure she could handle anymore of this torture. If seeing her friends attacked like this twice could hurt her like this, then whatever she had planned for Alix would break her.

Just like Chloe feared, Alix was brought out of the same void that the others were and just like the others, the wolf wasted no time to start playing with her new prey. Unlike the others however, was how all over Alix the other her was.

“Oh, Alix Alix Alix. You seem to have special place in Chloe’s shriveled little heart. The girl with patience and determination. The one who reached out when no one ever would. You probably came closer than anyone to breaking through her walls and oh, how that SCARED her. She couldn’t let anyone in. She couldn’t have anyone know just how WEAK she actually is. So, what did she do? She locked you out and tossed you aside to fend for yourself.”

“Please!” Chloe cried out, the tears strolling down her face as her body refused to budge. “No more, please you can’t hurt her!”

“Oh sweety,” the wolf leaned in real close as it wiped a tear off of chloe’s face, “I haven’t done anything you haven’t done yourself.” And with a lazy flick of her wrist an ethereal mirror emerged from the darkness, and from it, shadowed arms pierced the veil within it, latching on to Alix from all angles.

“Chloe listen to me!” Alix called out as the shadows began to drag her towards the mirror. “This isn’t all that you are! you’re more than just your mistakes! You’re Chloe fucking Bourgeoius!” The shadows finally claimed Alix and trapped her behind the surface of the glass, lost and alone in its void. She stayed there behind the surface, banging on the barrier and shouting at Chloe, but her words too, were lost to the void.

“Why?” Chloe begged “Why are you doing this?”

“Why?” the wolf replied, an infuriating amount of glee in her voice, like Chloe was finally playing the game shed been waiting for. “Why, because your time is done of course. You were always too weak, and because of it you lashed out like a brat and not the predator that I can make us. Your fear kept us from having everything we ever wanted and I’m not putting up with it any longer. I want to hunt, I want a pack, and I want to take my rightful place as the Alpha. But to do that, I need you gone.”

With that the other Chloe finally let her claws reach her full majesty as she took slow measured steps to her counterpart. Chloe could practically feel them vibrate in tune with her own heartbeat that slowed to a crawl in her desperation. Here she was desperately seeking a way to save her friends and instead she found judgement for her crimes… maybe she really was the worse half of herself… maybe she didn’t deserve everything she had… maybe…

“Wait…” Chloe spoke, the tears paused as Chloe started down her other half in contemplation, the wolf stopping her approach with an equal sense of curiosity. “You said you wanted a pack but… this IS my pack…”

For the first time since her arrival, Chloe found herself able to move. Taking slow steady steps, she approached the petrified Sabrina first. Placing her palm on the outline of the wound on her throat, some of the darkness began to fade as the wound shimmered and faded, revealing a newly flesh and blood Sabrina, with Chloe now sporting the old injury.

“You told me that I silenced Sabrina… “Chloe rasped out as it became much more painful to speak. ”and you’re right that at one time I did…”

“But when she let me go…” Sabrina continued for her as she held Chloe close, “I not only found my own voice, I became someone she can have actual meaningful conversations with.”

Not letting the moment go to waste, Chloe made her way to where Juleka was buried, and from the bleeding wound she reached out with a handful of the blood and let it pour between the cracks. As she did so, her colors became more and more muted until she stood there fully monochrome save for her blood. With a bit of a rumble, Juleka emerged from the rubble, not only no worse for wear but with the purples and reds of her ensemble glowing brightly.

“You told me that I hid Juleka out of jealousy… and fear of being hidden myself…” Chloe began.

“And while she may have been a bitch about it at first, eventually she let me shine, and instead of her fading away, I lead her to a group where she never had to hide again,” Juleka continued as she took her place proudly by Chloe’s side.

Next up was Alya. She snapped the chains that held Alya in place and as Alya regained her strength, Chloe could feel hers leaving her as she nearly collapsed. Alya catching her before she hit the ground.

“You said I thought Alya was only ever going to tear me down…” Chloe began.

“But after butting heads enough times, I like to think that I helped make her even stronger than she was before” Alya continued as she lifted Chloe up, tossing the girl’s arm over her shoulders for support.

Together the group made their way to Alix’s mirror, Alix herself calming down from the other side as Chloe hobbled over. Chloe placed her hand on the glass and Alix did the same as they stared at each other longingly.

“As for Alix… you told me I was afraid of what could happen if she ever got close…. But now the only I fear…” said Chloe as her hand pushed past the veil and grasped Alix’s hand firmly in her own.

“Is to ever have to spend another day without her by my side” Alix finished as Chloe pulled her free with the little strength she had left, the two quickly embracing as though the rest of the world didn’t exist. As the emotions flowed so did the lights as they shimmered around the pair, and as they faded, there stood Chloe not only fully restored, but perhaps a little stronger as well. Turning to face her doppelganger, Chloe stood defiantly.

“You told me I was weak, and honestly you’re probably right. I WAS weak. But these people changed that. They made me stronger, and even more than that, they saved me from being alone. And it didn’t end there, because once I opened up to them, they invited even more into the fold.” From the shadows, shimmers of light appeared as others materialized, Aroure, Kagami, and Feybrina taking their place with the rest of the group. “Every single one of them became a valuable part of me. My pack and my power. But… so are you…”

The Wolf paused at that, not in aggression, but in curiosity as though it had been holding out for this exact moment.

“You’re me, all of this, the pain, the ferocity, the theatrics, this is all just a big show in my head to test me. You wanted me to think you’re this evil part of me but you’re not. You’re not just anger, you’re my passion. You’re not just my ferocity, you’re my focus. And you’re not just my instinct to survive, you’re my need to protect. So, let’s cut the bullshit and do this the way only Chloe fucking Bourgeois can. We want to be the Alpha? Then I think its about time to show that so called ‘hunter’ what happens when you fuck with the pack of the Alpha Bitch.”

And like a force of nature the storm and darkness swirled away in a flurry, revealing the brilliance of a massive shinning full moon through the skylight above. The Wolf bathed in the ethereal glow and was sporting the most triumphant feral smile as she approached her counterpart with open arms.

“My dear Chloe” she spoke as she embraced her other half. “I thought we’d never ask.” And In a flash the world retuned to darkness once more.

—–

The hunter was prepared to strike Alix when he heard a rumble beside him. Now, towering over the hunter, stood a massive werewolf with a mane of silver hair that glowed in the moonlight and a pair of deep purple eyes that burned with righteous fury.

“No, that’s not possible!” shouted the hunter “Its a blasted new moon! I made sure that you wouldn’t be able to stand against me! How are you doing this!”

The wolf cared nothing for the ranting of the hunter as there was only one thought at the center of its focus.

“Unhand my mate…” the beast snarled, its voice briming with the commanding echoes of power that could send shivers of fear down the spines of the most battle-hardened warriors. “and surrender…” She took a single step forward and it felt as though the earth itself roared in reverence of the true predator. “or die…”

The hunter chose wrong as he tried to plunge the blade towards Alix as a threat. That was the final mistake as the beast lunged faster than most could even think. There were no screams. There was no struggle. The hunter got his wish in a way… there was a monster slain that night.

—–

When Alix awoke it was to the sight of Chloe getting dressed in the darkness of the night. She blushed a bit as she waited a moment before calling casting a simple illumination charm, alerting the other girl to her presence. She’d vehemently deny peaking to anyone that’d ask.

“Hey” the wolf girl called out to her companion in tired acknowledgement, although the small smile spoke volumes to the shorter girl.

“Hey yourself, what did I- Holy shit! Chloe Your eyes! Your hair!” Alix responded.

As Chloe came in range of the small light, the sight that shocked Alix was clear. Where once was a head of golden hair now flowed a practical river of sliver threads, and where once there were deep sky-blue eyes now rested a pair of mesmerizing violet eyes that pulsed with equal parts compassion and fury.

“Yeah… might be hard to explain, but I think it’s a good look on me. Makes me feel… complete.”

“Chloe what happened… I saw you transform but after that… what happened to the hunter?”

“He’s been… taken care of. Let’s leave it at that… PLEASE.” Chloe made her way to Alix and cuddled up to her side, desperately hanging on to her like her senses demanded she make sure she didn’t disappear.

“Alright…” Alix responded, deepening the embrace herself. “I thought we were goners there for a while…”

“I would never let someone take away my pack” Chloe lightly growled. Alix let that sink in for a bit as she could feel Chloe’s emotions flow through their bond completely uninterrupted. She could feel Chloe’s protectiveness, her gratitude, her relief, and her regrets all at once, but try as she might she couldn’t ignore that single strand that refused to be hidden, as if asking her to reach out for it

“Chlo… before I passed out… I heard you call me your mate… does that mean-“ that was as far as Alix got before her senses were flooded both physically and magically as Chloe kissed her with all the force and passion she could muster. She was overloaded by the new physical sensations but what really took her breath away was the massive waves of pure love and adoration that Chloe gave off. She didn’t think a million conversations could communicate what Chloe could through their bond and she couldn’t help but return the favor herself. After what felt like a lifetime condensed into a mere fraction of a second, Chloe pulled away and with the most peaceful smile Alix had ever seen on her, she grabbed her hand in hers.

“We have an eternity to talk about this, but for now, I think its safe to assume that the answer to any of your questions is yes. What we need to do now though, is take care of our friends. You start healing the others. I’ve got Jules” Chloe said as she began to pull away.

“Right… and Chloe?” Chloe turned around to be met with Alix pecking her lips. And with that Alix went off after the others, her face almost as red as her hair and a dopey grin on her face.

With a smile of her own she made her way to Juleka who was only just starting to wake up. Offering her arm, she got Juleka’s attention with a small shake. “Come on Marceline, breakfast is ready”

Unable to resist her impulses in her weakened state, Juleka dove right in and began to drain blood out of the offered limb, Chloe’s accelerated healing likely the only think keeping her from being sucked dry. Juleka seemed to perk up more as she had her fill, and her missing arm began to rapidly grow into place.

“Ah shit” Juleka gasped as though coming up for air after so long. “Wow that’s potent stuff. Sorry about that by the way. I’d say I owe you one, but somethings telling me its more than just one I owe you.”

“We can talk about that later…” Chloe said as she sat down to rest next to the goth. “I actually wanted to say thank you…”

“Thank you? I’m pretty sure you’re the one that saved my ass. Nice look by the way, I expect the story on that too later.”

“Thanks, and It’s not because of that… it’s because you’re the one that started all this, I wouldn’t have this pack if it wasn’t for you. I wouldn’t be the person I am now without everyone, including you… so thank you.”

“Never thought I’d see the day Chloe Bourgeois went sappy on me.”

“Oh, shut it you. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.”

They were both silent for a minute before both bursting into laughter. When they both calmed down again Juleka couldn’t resist the one question hanging over both of their heads.

“Things are never going to be normal, or at least normal for us, again after this, is it?”

“No, I don’t think it will… but honestly, maybe that’s a good thing. We’ve made connections I’d never trade for all the treasures in the world.” As she caught site of the others all awake with grateful smiles as they all huddled together, she couldn’t help but think aloud “I think as long as this pack sticks together, things are going to be alright.”

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OH SHIT. WELL HOT DAMN! NICE! FUCKING SUBLIME!

Very big shounen power of friendship vibes and bRO IM FUCKING THRIVING YALL KNOW I LOVE THAT SHIT

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