#found this meme on pinterest over a year ago

[lynsstrange]

Kaz in Crooked Kingdom:

#found this meme on pinterest over a year ago #and it lives rent free in my head now #six of crows #crooked kingdom #grishaverse #shadow and bone #shadow and bone season 2 #sab #shadow and bone netflix #grisha trilogy #the crows #the dregs #kaz brekker #six of crows meme #six of crows memes #six of crows incorrect quotes #inej ghafa #kanej #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #wesper #nina zenik #matthias helvar #helnik #Six of Crows #bookworm #leigh bargudo #books #book memes

[phoebeyates]

Unlocking Phoebe's Phone

Her phone lock-screen is a screenshot from a video she recorded of one of her and Foster's cooking lessons, made to compare her progress along the way. Prior to this, it was a Pinterest edit of Taylor Swift's famous 'Lover House'.

Her iOS user icon is a dumb selfie she took years ago (that was also her Instagram profile picture before she went through her Blonde Era™) and never changed it.

Not one of her phone contacts feature their full name, it is all nicknames with at least one emoji assigned to them, paired with a cute contact photo from when hanging out with Phoebe.

She tries to keep up with all of her messages, but a lot of her unread ones are just various group-chats she has found herself in over the years that she can't be bothered opening and/or muting.

Her Instagram is consistently active, and she constantly teases Foster for being 'behind on the times' due to how inactive his was before they began hanging out. She updates at least once a week, though sometimes multiple times if she has plans.

In terms of Stories, it mostly memes, sharing songs from Spotify, or using Foster to take 'candids' of her when out together. Recently, he has began to feature more on them, and has recently been promoted to the main story from the Close Friends list.

There is one Highlight on her Instagram, which is of the food she makes with Foster during their cooking lessons, or what Foster makes for her. She keeps meaning to organize her Instagram, and create more Highlights for various things, including music, but just keeps forgetting.

Phoebe deleted all of her dating apps on January 1st 2024.

#☆ musings #☆ insta #☆ phone #//thank you molly for the graphics they are absolutely perfect!!

[gaybabything]

OOOH I love those AUs! Also, yessss to almost all of shows you listed. I really liked TOH but I've never really watched any other iterations of tmnt other then Rise.

Hmmm foods... I really like cherries. Also BBQ chicken!

And I do! I draw and write. :DD

What's the back story behind your profile picture? It looks very strange and fun. Do you have any AU ideas/ head cannons you'd be willing to share with me?

-🌻

I am also a big fan of cherries and BBQ chicken!

For my profile picture, it was just a silly little meme I found on pinterest like 3 years ago and decide I would use it cause it was funny!

As for headcanons, for some reason I always hit all my favorite characters with the transgender beam. Like, Jim Hawkins from treasure planet? Bam, transgender. Jim Lake from toa? Bam, transgender. Leo from every single tmnt iteration? Bam, transgender. Zuko? You guessed it, he transed his gender. The list goes on. (Also I forgot to mention Danny Phantom, Gravity Falls, and HTTYD on the last post)

Other headcanons include:

1. All of the Rise turtles besides Mikey love taking baths/swimming cause they're all aquatic. When Mikey was little he'd throw the biggest tantrums ever during bath time while all the others were practically falling over eachother to get in the tub.

2. There had to have been times when the boys snuck out and to the surface when they were little. (Probably how they met April). There was probably a time when they got cornered by a dog or something when they were still little and it was up to Raph to protect them. This gave him a crippling fear of dogs for years until he met a really sweet pit bull. Cause just like him, people look at those kinds of dogs and immediately think "big and scary and will hurt me" but in reality they're absolute sweethearts. Now he's pretty much over his fear.

3. Billy Bones and Captain Nathaniel Flint were totally gay and in love. I will elaborate if you ask but I'll just leave it at that for now.

4. When Hakoda finally properly meets Zuko, Aang, and Toph he just automatically adopts them. They all practically have "adopt me" written in bold letters on their foreheads. He is now the proud father of 5 kids, a lemur, a sky bison, and whoever/whatever else his kids decide to bring home.

5. Now I'm just gonna talk about Tales of Arcadia ROTT for a bit. If you have not seen the show or movie, then I'm incredibly sorry about this long ass rant I'm about to go on. Feel free to skip the next 10 paragraphs.

MAJOR SPOILER WARNING FOR TOA ROTT BELOW THE CUT

In the end of TOA ROTT, Jim was not thinking clearly at all. He had just watched his best friend, one of his father figures, and so many of his other friends die. His entire world was crashing down on him, and he just wanted things to go back to normal. When he used the Chronosphere, he wasn't actually fully in control of how far back it took him. He was just desperate to go back to a time where his friends and family were safe. The sphere picked up on that, and took him way back to the very beginning before anything bad ever happened to him and his friends.

When Toby showed up, alive and 2 years younger than the one he just watched die, all he could think was that he needs to keep him safe this time. In the first timeline, he had the amulet, Claire had magic, and all of his other friends (aside from Steve and Eli) were magical creatures or warriors. Toby was just a human with a hammer. In his messed up state of mind, the only way he could think to keep Toby safe was for him to have the amulet instead. The amulet had saved Jim's life a bunch of times, so it would protect Toby if he was the trollhunter.

I think after things had calmed down, and Jim had a chance to properly think about what he had done, he would regret this decision immensely. Because being the trollhunter puts a major target on one's back. Yes, the amulet protects Toby, but it also curses him with the burden of being some great warrior and protecting an entire species. This would just crush Jim with guilt, because he knows the struggles a trollhunter goes through and he just doomed his friend to them.

Also, the past 2 years of Jim's life was essentially erased. He's 2 years younger, has none of the scars that he's gained over the past 2 years, and is basically in a body that is no longer his own. People who were his friends, his family, the day before, are now back to being enemies or have simply no idea who he is yet. Hell, he was a troll for a year, and suddenly he's back to being a scrawny 15 year old with no proof of what he's been through other than the mental scars. He's barely the same person. He has so many issues. You know he has ptsd, anxiety, and probably body issues because again, he was a troll, and now he's back to being a 15 year old human boy. (Also I headcanon him as trans so him suddenly detransitioning by 2 years would definitely fuck him up a bit.)

His mannerisms have changed, he has different habits than before, and now he has a huge variety of triggers that no one else knows about anymore. For everyone around him, it must seem like he was suddenly replaced with someone else. This causes a lot of tension and issues with people like his mom and Toby.

And Claire. For him, just yesterday they were in love, they had spent the last 2 years of their lives fighting side by side, growing as individuals together. He was probably planning on proposing to her. And now she doesn't even know who he is. Not to mention he is mentally 18 now, and she is back to being only 15/16. I feel like even though he promised her before he went back in time that he would never give up on winning her back, he would be hesitant to do so now. He would probably wait until she's older to try and pursue their relationship again, which would likely tear him apart.

And don't even get me started on everyone else. Blinky was literally his dad. And now he doesn't even know who he is. I imagine that being around Blinky again would be difficult for him. Just yesterday, Jim could call this man "dad". Now, Blinky is back to having 0 parental instincts for this kid and is probably weirded out by Jim's behavior at first. With Toby being the Trollhunter, Blinky would be more focused on him. Jim would essentially be kinda cast aside at first. I imagine he would feel like he's being abandoned again just like with James Lake Sr. Same thing with Strickler. The guy was his step dad, and now he's suddenly back to being an evil changeling who wants to kill them.

And all the little things, that to him are perfectly normal, are no longer known by anyone else. All their inside jokes have lost their meanings. And he knows personal things about people who don't even remember his name now. I imagine that there would be times where they're all hanging out, having a good time, sharing memories. He'd bring up something that to him, is a treasured memory shared by all his friends and family. Only for no one else to understand what he's talking about. He'd have to play it off, say it must have been a dream or he was just remembering things wrong, and it would kill him inside.

And everyone who hangs around him would know that something is off. Something is wrong with him. They would all pick up on the fact that something happened to him, but he never says what. For Toby and Barbara, this would be especially distressing. To them, Jim just suddenly woke up one day a completely different person and they have no idea why. And it's not like he can just admit that he's from a doomed future and has experienced unspeakable horrors.

Okay I have so much more to say on this topic but it is getting long as hell. I honestly should make this a separate post but I'm too lazy for that :/ Also so sorry again if you haven't watched TOA and have no clue what I'm talking about right now...

Anyways! More questions for you! Do you have any au/headcanons you want to share? (Literally any fandom you want to talk about). What are your top favorite colors? And what do you like to write/draw?

#I went a little overboard on the TOA stuff... #tales of arcadia #toa trollhunters #tmnt #🌻 anon #I am very much enjoying this tho!

[teatimewithtana]

☾₊‧ Writerblr Introduction + WIP Links ・*・゜ °。*・

Hey #Writeblr community!✍🏻

I've never actually introduced myself on here. I've had this account for a very long time, but have never really been on here much. I want to change that, as I love how this is the "hide-away corner" of the internet of the social medias. Sorry my username is not exactly a writerly online-handle, but nevertheless—I write!

But anyway, hiya!👋🏻 My Generals:

> My name is Tana! > My Website : home to my blog, The Blue Label, and links to all my finished books. You'll find all things about me here, as well as a hidden surprise you'll have to click around to find! 😉 > My Instagram : full of tea-time aesthetic! Tea parties, finger-food-delights, and books?! And you're invited! > My Pinterest : helpful and aesthetic boards for writers and booklovers alike! Here, you'll find tips, tricks, art, memes, and heavenly inspired, hand-picked-with-you-in-mind aesthetic image pieces 💛 also aesthetic boards for my geeky fandoms and my WIPs. > My TikTok : full of my writerly dilemmas in the silliest, over-the-top, and most irrational of manners in under ten minutes, as well as exclusive content to my research adventures for my WIPs 🤪 Laugh at that quirky, writer drama with me! > My Vintage Shop : a place where elegance and the divine are stuck in time 🫦 one of my many hobbies—and most favorite!—is antique/thrift shopping for those one-of-kind French, vintage pieces to add to a space begging to be adorned with shiny, classy, sassy beauty. Who doesn't want to feel stuck out of time? Even if just for a little bit. > Always up for Ask and Tag Games! 💞

What I’m Writing: (cont. under the read more) 💜

Main WIPs:

> The Afterlife Chronicles (T.A.C.) : is a YA Fantasy series currently in the first draft and research stages about two paranormal-investigating besties with spiritual gifts that stumble upon the same ghost trail as a famous reality-tv paranormal crew. They join forces to take down the unexplainable and impossible supernatural activities going bump in the sleepless nights of an otherwise quiet cattle ranch. As the investigation unfolds, so do the secrets. About the spirits that haunt it, and about some of the investigators themselves.👻 Overall, the series will involve ghosts (spirits), angels and demons. > the girl who walks alone : a new collection of poems following the rise and fall of my twenties / trail-blazing behind my first published poetry book, WALLFLOWERS BURN WILD, a reflection of my past with my ex of five years. It is nothing more than pure rage and slam poetry, sprinkled with optimism and slivers of hope. A lot of my poetry reflects mental health, self-esteem, and personality issues. Plus many more. * My stories all focus on the themes of healthy and unhealthy family relationships, found family/friendship, overly complex socio/political/religious/magical conflicts, betrayal, revenge, second chances, and forgiveness, w/ romance and hopepunk happy endings even if it’s a dark situation.

Smaller projects on the back burner that you might hear me talk about from time to time:

> Tea Time with Tana : a podcast I've been dreaming about for half a decade, but haven't had the means or opportunity. . . until now! I will be starting it soon, as it is tailored to four main topics (but obviously not limited to them): Writing, books, tea, and vintage. Geek-talk will also be a big contributor, as I, myself, am a giant nerd for Scooby-Doo, Powerpuff Girls, anything written by Meg Cabot, and literally so much more! 😂 Once I start it, I'll provide the link in this post! > The Wiccan : a stand-alone novel I've written bits and pieces of that was originally going to be a true witch story. But now will be part of my T.A.C. universe. This will be the origin story of my Chronicles MC's ancestry line, in which so-many-great grandmothers ago, MC of The Wiccan struggles with her spiritual gift in the midst of the 1630s in Plymouth Colony, Massachusetts, where being even the slightest bit individualistic is lethal. A lot of re-researching and rewrites to be involved, but I'm very excited about this piece as well! 🙈 > Love Games, No One Like Alex, and other possible stories : you may hear me mention these other titles as they are back-burner WIPs that I haven't actually written yet but have toyed with the ideas for years and really want to make happen. Attention is minimal, but I can't help plotting, because that's just my mind. 😅

Other Stuff About Me: 

> Full Sail University BFA undergrad in Creative Writing 👩🏼‍🎓 > As I stated before, I'm a giant Geek! 🤓 But not just in fandoms to do with the fictional world, but also I'm really into art, history, and architecture! Interior and exterior design, just all things beauty. Visually and intellectually. 🥴 > I'm a spiritual Christian! Though I'm new on my walk with Christ, I'm excited for where he will take me throughout the course of my journey in this life and what it is I am to learn before I come home. My current WIP, The Afterlife Chronicles, has helped me find Jesus, which has made writing this series all the more special. 💗 Please feel welcome here, as I love everyone and am open to any and all compassionate conversations! > I'm a Swiftie, loud and proud! 💘 > Mega-lover of grilled-cheese, carbs, cats, and soups! * No politics or current events allowed 🚫 there's enough noise outside Tumblr, let's keep this space safe.

Thank you so much for stopping here! I love you all 🤍

#writeblr #writeblr community #writeblr introduction #about this blog #about me #my writing #ghost story #romance writer #paranormal fantasy #fantasy writer #ya fiction #contemporary romance #writers on tumblr #women writers #writer things #writerscommunity

[junefm]

character : muse three ; given name : june louise armstrong ; pronouns : she/they ; gender : non-binary / demiwoman ; date of birth : february 3rd, 1999 ; age : 23 years old ; hometown : seattle , wa ; sexuality : bisexual / biromantic ; zodiac : aquarius sun , sagittarius moon , leo rising ; nicknames : junie b. jones , juniper lee , jujubee ( familial ) ; occupation : camera crew for unsolved

pinterest : click here !

likes : smoking weed , obscure movie theories , collecting stickers on her skateboard , making zines out of case notes , tequila & sprites , ignoring her parents , sending video diary entries to her sisters ; crushing trivia nights , 

aesthetics : climbing onto shoulders at punk shows , idle hands clicking a zippo with a crudely etched skull & bones , heavy boots weighing down wild running through the streets at midnight , cackling laughter leaving the scene of a petty crime , an eye-roll right alongside an adoring smile

personality : june is a connoisseur of the less-than-finer things in life – like screaming through rock shows and throwing parties so loud the authorities get called – but is so soft in the middle she’s still dough. claims not to give a fuck about a single thing, but physically cannot stop herself from saying hi to every dog she sees. was on a roller derby team that named her june harm-strong, but got in trouble for forcing time-outs anytime anyone got too hurt, her team or not. the only kid that can call herself punk rock, then cry over a cheerios commercial in the same breath.

biography : 

june was adopted as an infant by henry and lianne armstrong, pastors at a mega-church in seattle, washington. her sisters hazel (older) and rose (younger), also adopted, were her lifelines growing up. 

following a repressive and sheltered childhood, she came out at thirteen and turned away from the church and her parents. her grandmother took her in after that; an eccentric former actress who let june blossom into the little anarchist she was born to be. 

but being separated from her sisters was harder than she thought, and though their parents tried to keep them apart at every turn, she snuck into the house whenever she could and snuck them out whenever they felt daring. 

she worked at the old movie theater in her grandmother’s neighborhood until she (barely) graduated high school and then it was all film, all the time. even guitar, which she swore was her life’s calling, was pushed to the side in favor of watching, obsessing over, and making movies.

when rose graduated from high school a couple of years ago, june felt the universe pulling her out of seattle. she took off for the open road and found herself all over the place: waiting tables in santa fe, playing guitar with a local band in portland, operating a boom mic in hollywood, making friends and enemies with a horde of roommates across the west coast.

all she needs now is the next great adventure. but you know what they say: be careful what you wish for.

connections : 

muse 18 - was arrested in a news scandal with june

muse 16 - had a one night stand with june

muse 11 - is drinking buddies with june

texting buds who share memes and not much else

fellow musicians for june to play with when it's too quiet

returned and unrequited crushes

exes, fwbs, flings, and everything in-between

any friendly connect, considering june sees a good time in everyone

a less than friendly connect, since june isn't everyone's cup of tea

hi-deedly-ho, neighborinos! it’s your (possibly least) favorite kid, maeby (26, she/they, mst), here with my favorite teeny-tiny babe, june! this is all i’ve got about her for now, but i would love to plot with anyone interested and i can’t wait to write with everyone! ♡

#religion tw #homophobia tw #drugs tw #✧ — ⋆ don’t have much but i laugh a lot ; about . #here we go !

[pumpkin-spice-whump]

10, 11, 20

Whump blog ask meme

10. When did you first realize you were into whump?

Oh man. When I was wayyy little. Like... four-ish. I always loved the gory stuff,  and I'd constantly re-watch scenes where characters were scared or begging. When I was 11 I wrote my first story (see: never ending torture of one character) and then just... never stopped.

11. How and when did you discover the whump community?

Pinterest! I found y'all on Pinterest over three years ago. I only read on there for a while before I kinda ran out of things to read, and then lurked on tumblr for like almost two years before caving and making an account.

20. How are you doing today, buddy?

#asks #thanks!

[tfshouldidohere]

I think last year (or two years ago) I saw a meme while scrolling thru obey me memes and mystic messenger memes and a3 memes on Pinterest, and I found out it was Enstars. And I was like "omygawd I have to play this!!" and then I found out that it's not in English and the fandom has been around for over like a few years now and I hot like rlly intimidated by that and decided to not play.

Now i found out that there's an English version that was just released and I have no clue which group to pick for the card thingy, and so I'm trying to figure out the character personalities via memes. I rlly like Wataru so far.

#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars wataru #idk i do kinda wanna knoe who else is my type

[scftsunshine]

#SCFTSUNSHINE an independent blog for fandomless oc, riley coraline mills. with a number of different verses. as very deeply cherished & established by pluto.

PLUTO. 27. THEY/THEM. EST. 18+ only. minors do not interact ANTI JKR (riley has a harry potter verse, any & all harry potter content will be tagged)

discord: thesmallestplanet personal blog: swiftlylivie multifandom multi: pcetstcrtured halloween-based multi: spcckystcries now you see me multi: lessycusee julie & the phantom multi: shinetcgether steve harrington solo: theha1r ricky bowen solo: rickymbowen

riley's pinterest board: found here riley's spotify playlist: found here psd credits: sunshine

my name is pluto, i'm 27, use they/them pronouns & reside in the est timezone.

this blog is 18+ only, minors do not interact. mutuals only, non-mutuals do not interact. & heavily anti jkr (riley has an hp verse).

i understand ocs, especially fandomless & especially females, are not always accepted or understood the rpc but riley is a character that means a lot to me. i've been writing her for years & i've put more love & work into her than any other muse. she is honestly my favorite muse ever, so please do not send me in any hate or criticisms on her. you will be blocked.

as it currently stands, i will not be following or following back any solo blogs in the stranger things rpc (or stranger things multimuse blogs) & i will likely soft block if you follow. longer psa about that here. 

i will state here & now though, you will get hard blocked without hesitation if you support trump or republican views in any ways, are any kind of queer/transphobic, ableist or racist. that stuff does not fly on this blog & i would honestly just prefer it if you don’t follow me at all. it’ll make things easier for both of us. there also may be other reasons i hardblock (or softblock) you, just know if i’ve done so it is for my own comfort and safety. also i prefer if you unfollow me that you just softblock.

there may be times where my activity just gets really low & dips for days at a time, adhd has a tendency of getting the best of me & making it hard to concentrate enough to be here. so just please know & understand this.

i much prefer memes over anything for new interactions. it’s honestly just the easiest thing for me. i will put out starter calls occasionally, but they will likely be one-liner or lyrical unless inspiration strikes. also, unless you are a close friend, i admittedly suck at plotting, but i will try my best if you’re interested or i’m interested in you/a plot you’re seeking. 

that being said with memes, memes can always be sent at any time. no matter how long ago it was reblogged, you are always free reign to send it in. there may be an exception to this rule occasionally if it is one of these memes that’s like - just one thing & i’m starting to lose inspiration for it/running out of new ways to answer it.

this blog is multiship, for the most part. however please note i will also not write any incestuous or minor x adult ships or ships that erase sexuality under any circumstances. also, to note, there will never be any cheating done between ships unless it is plotted.

there may be smut posted on this blog, but i do require both the muses and the faceclaims to be 18+. also i feel like this goes without being said considering i write only with muns who are 18+ generally but - i will not do smut with any muns under 18. all smut posted will be tagged with ‘usfw’.

when it comes to other nsfw/taboo/triggering topics, i likely won’t do anything too dark in roleplay. suicide, rape, non-con, etc. i also won’t likely do a whole lot with natural disasters or anything of the like. & will be selective with things involving death. i will tag anything i think that could be potentially triggering/things in your trigger list, i will tag them as ‘trigger tw’. i have a list of my own triggers that can be found here & i’d really appreciate if you’d check those out and take the time to tag these for me. or just at least tag anything you reblog with these as ‘pluto don’t look’.

i will not interact with muses from 13 reasons why, it, child’s play/chucky, swarm (2023) or honestly any slasher film franchise* or otherwise. honestly i can do some other horrors but to simplify it, any muses from any horror media outside of ghost/paranormal films & the zombieland franchise i likely will not interact with, & i cannot do slasher films at all. i also won’t interact with people who roleplay fictionalized versions of real people, genderbent muses, or religious** muses (the exception to this being muses from like lucifer & supernatural). also i would prefer not to interact with billy hargrove, jason carver, bobby shaw or severus snape. the exception to all of these though, are multimuses who include other types of muses. *i will interact with characters from the scream franchise **to note, this is mainly referring to christianity

do not godmod my characters or try to control their actions. do not assume how they feel in your narrative or anything along those lines. though if it is necessary to say my muse did something small in order to move the thread along (sat down, your muse takes an object from them, my muse followed yours, etc) then that is okay. but if you’re ever unsure, it is totally okay to ask me. this rule includes metagaming.

i have a list of banned faceclaims that can be found here, these faceclaims are banned for a reason, i ask you do not ask why they are. it is for my own personal preference & safety. also this being said, i am very likely to just straight up hardblock you if you use a deceased faceclaim.

#( a pathological people pleaser // pinned post )

[beardedhandstoadshark]

I’d love to hear how your account came to be! What prompted you to start it and what keeps you going?

"I need to scream about this YouTube channel that just died + refuse to get Twitter and what would I even do there + funky meme website I keep forgetting about cuz I keep loosing all my tabs + maybe having over 300 tabs for a single website just to have the posts I like somewhere isn’t a smart idea + I could just make an account instead“ :)

Or a bit more detailed (it’s still relatively short):

Ah, let’s seeee…so I first started lurking on tumblr ~9? years ago because of fan comics and those ask-a-character-blogs that were really popular at the time without actually realizing what tumblr was, forgot about it after loosing my 50+ tabs, then got into its Undertale side (oh no) via YouTube dubs (still don’t know how I somehow managed to avoid all toxic sides of the fandom including anything about Underverse), dropped that again after most projects I was interested in died unfinished, then in 2018? found a bunch of tumblr posts on Pinterest, forgot about it again because the "delete cookies“ button for safari apparently nukes all your tabs too, THEN in 2020 got into Unus Annus, AT THE SAME TIME started binge-watching pmseymour‘s Late Night Tumblr Videos, which made me start lurking on here again, somewhere in between I started getting into drawing digitally, then UA died. All of this led to the combo of what’s mentioned above.

And now we‘re here :)

#another anon ask

[dameronology]

love in the time of PTA meetings {marcus moreno} - 1/5

summary: despite what pinterest shows, being in a parent in the twenty first century is hard; especially a single parent. your kid takes up your entire life and the idea of finding a fairy tale is laughable - that is until you finally attend a p.t.a meeting and cross paths with a certain marcus moreno.  {series masterlist}

warnings: i do not have children. i don’t know children work. this written entirely what i have seen them do in the sims 4. also, swearing. 

- jazz

Leaving work early was never a good look.

Leaving work early because your child had managed to set fire to a trash can was...well, it was something else entirely.

After rushing out of a very important meeting and parking your car in a did-you-park-it-or-crash-it manner, you were sprinting across the play ground and towards the front entrance. Having given up half way through, you’d kicked your stupidly high heels off and held them in one hand, trying to organise your slightly disheveled hair as you entered the building. Most parents might have been nervous to collect their kid after a call from the principle, but this was a regular Tuesday for you. Jack was a good kid, perhaps just a little...misguided. In your books, it was impressive that a five year old had managed to discover pyrotechnics, though you sensed the school might have been a little less lenient about it. 

‘Hey!’ You greeted the principle with a smile as you breezed through the doors. 

Jack was in a chair by the front desk, a gleeful look on his face when he saw you. As far as he knew or cared, he got to go home early and watch Paw Patrol for the rest of the day. 

‘Afternoon.’ He replied. ‘You’re lucky it was only a phone call.’

‘I know, I know.’ You grumbled. ‘I’m sorry. He’s...adventurous-’

‘ - he singed off his class mate’s eyebrows!’ The principle cut you off. ‘Given Monday’s biting incident, I see it fit that Jack take the rest of the week off.’

‘Right.’ You sighed. ‘Thank you. And sorry again.’

‘I’ll email you a list of...behavioural specialists.’ He muttered.

‘There’s nothing wrong with my kid. He’s just...curious.’ You insisted. ‘C’mon, buddy. Let’s go home.’

Jack sprung up from the chair, taking your hand in his and skipping out the door beside you. Parenting had been hard enough when you’d been married, and even harder now that his dad was out of the picture. It meant that everything fell on your shoulders; school runs, packed lunches, earning money, staying sane. You barely found the time to sleep, let alone go to soccer matches or take him to extra curricular activities. It meant that the stay-at-home mums - the ones who drove minivans and had specified walking shoes and shared memes about parenting on Facebook - muttered about you. 

I heard Jack’s mum couldn’t make it to the parent-teacher association meeting because there was a divorce hearing. 

Look at the kid’s lunch! Oh the saturated fat, the horror!

What do you MEAN your five year old isn’t vegan?!

Frankly, you wanted to whack them over the head with their own damn vision boards. So what if your kid was a little rough around the edges? He’d discovered fire today! If it had been in the stone ages, that would have been impressive. The kind of thing that would have earned him a McDonald’s, had the fast food chain been around at the dawn of time. With the way things were going, paired with the fact you knew your fridge was empty, it looked like you were heading for a Happy Meal anyway. 

‘So do I get all week off?’ Jack peered up at you, tugging on your arm.

‘Yup, all week.’ You sighed. ‘But it’s not a reward, okay? It’s...’

You stopped in your tracks when you saw Marcus Moreno’s car pull up in the lot. Naturally, it was expensive and electric and perfectly between the white lines. He gave your less-than-stellar parking a frown as he breezed by - not that you noticed. Frankly, you were too busy admiring him. You saw his face more on the news than you did in person, but he was beautiful. Talk, dark, handsome and mysterious, but also...friendly and approachable. He’d held the door open for you once two years ago and that had been it for you. There had been whispers about the fact he was a widow, though you’d tried not to pay attention to them. It wasn’t anyone’s damn business. You knew he was a good dad; you’d had the chance to meet Missy when Jack had got his head stuck between the playground fence and she’d helped pull him out. She was sweet and well-behaved and clearly well brought up. Could you say the same for your own kid? Eh, parenting was all trial and error. 

‘It’s what?’ Your son’s voice dragged you back to reality. ‘Am in trouble?’

‘What?!’ You jumped at the question. ‘No, I just...’

‘Because Principle Eikner said I’d done something bad.’

A small sigh escaped your mouth; placing his backpack on the ground, you knelt down to his height, gently placing your hands on his shoulder. ‘You haven’t done anything wrong, little man. We're just gonna take a few days out to talk about the rules and what it means to do the right thing, okay?’

‘Dad always said not to listen to the rules.’

‘Your dad said a lot of things.’ You reminded him. You stood back up, offering your hand to him. ‘Let’s go home.’

After a few minutes of bartering and the promise of a McDonald’s, you finally made your way back to the car, now with Jack attached to your back. If giving him a piggy back ride meant getting home quicker, it was a price you were willing to pay, especially since the other mums were starting to arrive to pick up their kids. The parking lot was slowly filling up with minivans - compared to your decade-old Honda Civic. It had seen better days, and one too many run ins with other cars and parking lot bollards. Still, it got the job done. 

‘Oh, I’m so glad to see you!’ You froze in your tracks again. This time, it wasn’t because of Marcus Moreno’s otherworldly presence, but rather due to the sound of the resident soccer mum. 

‘Carol.’ You turned around to face her (slowly, given the five year old on your back) with a forced smile on your face. ‘Hi.’

‘I take it you’re here for the parent-teacher’s association meeting?’ She gave you a phoney grin, handing you a leaflet. ‘I know you couldn’t make the last one, because of your...d-i-v-o-r-c-e hearings.’ 

‘I can spell!’ Jack chirped from behind you.

‘It’s okay, buddy.’ You reached up to ruffle his hair, smile not faltering. ‘But yeah, you’re right. And what about it?’

‘Nothing.’ Carol quickly shook her head. ‘So you are coming to this one? It starts in ten minutes.’

Truth be told, you’d no idea there was even a meeting tonight. You usually ignored the damn things until the news letter came out, and then you could read it from the comfort of your sofa with a glass of wine. There was nothing you stopping going tonight, aside from your intense hatred for them. 

‘I wanna get home and watch South Park!’ Jack chirped from behind you.

‘I don’t - I mean...I don’t let my five year old watch South Park.’ You said. ‘He walked in on me watching it one time and...point is, yes, I’m here for the meeting!’

‘No, you’re not-’

‘- Jack, just sssh!’ 

Carol blinked in surprise, but her phoney smile returned a moment later. ‘Excellent! I’ll see you inside.’

You inwardly groaned. Why had you just done that? You fucking despised sitting in a stuffy gym for the better part of an hour, listening to the perfect mums bang on about healthy eating and limiting their kids’ internet time. You already questioned your parenting skills as it was - the meetings only made it worst. You didn’t assimilate into that crowd; they were all married, with big houses out in the ‘burbs and bank accounts that could cover their kids ever-expanding interests and activities. Meanwhile, you were living on one wage and your two-bedroom apartment had a balcony, not a back garden. If Jack wanted to go on a field trip, you usually had to save up for months. You didn’t know if you envied the other mums’ lives, but you certainly weren’t jealous of how they viewed working mums and single parents. 

‘That lady is mean.’ Jack murmured from your shoulders.

‘Yeah buddy, I know.’ You nodded. ‘Guess we’re going back to school.’

--

Lugging the kid and his bag back up the school yard and towards the building was exhausting - at least it was your work out for the week done. By the time you’d reached the gym and placed Jack back on the ground, your shoulders were aching and you were disappointed to see that the refreshments didn’t have any alcohol. Was it too late to sneak out? The fire exit was right there and-

‘- shame this thing doesn’t have any wine, huh?’ A man was stood next to you, arms folded across his chest as he stared at the luke-warm jug of coffee on the table ahead. 

Tall, dark hair, stubble and with a faint hint of expensive aftershave you pretended not to notice? Hello, Marcus Moreno. Goodbye, ability to form coherent sentences.

You blinked in surprise. ‘Yeah. I could do with a glass. Or ten.’

‘So you hate these things too, huh?’ He smiled. 

‘With a passion.’ You returned the gesture. ‘I’m only here because Carol and her Karen Committee kept muttering about me not being at the last one.’

‘Yeah, same here. I was attending an emergency meeting about nuclear arms in Vienna, but I guess this is more important.’

‘I was...’ in court, signing documents to end my marriage, ‘otherwise occupied too.’

Marcus nodded in understanding. ‘Kids alone are a full time job, huh? ‘Specially when you’re the only one who’s running around after them.’

He knew about your situation and in return, figured that you knew about his. He’d heard the whispers about the divorce and presumed that the loss of his wife had been subject to similar gossip. The environment amongst the parents was shockingly similar to high school and things got around pretty quickly. You both hated it, especially given the nature of both your circumstances; death and separation was not something other people should have been talking about. Especially when you all you wanted to do was mind your own business and raise your damn (chaotic) kid.

‘Yeah, tell me about it.’ You replied. ‘My kid is like...a baby crackhead, as well. He’s been sent home twice this week and it’s only Wednesday.’

‘Oh, Jack’s your kid?’

You let out a groan, holding your face in your hands. ‘Yeah. Famously so, apparently.’

‘No, it’s not a bad thing!’ Marcus chuckled, pulling your hands away. ‘He played a brilliant baby Jesus in the Nativity last year.’

‘Aside from when he bit one of the three wise men, yeah.’ You could feel your cheeks heating up. ‘Missy actually helped him once. She seems really...not at all like my child. Which is good.’

‘She told me about the fence incident.’ He nodded. ‘May I ask why he was shoving his head out of the school gates?’

‘He saw an interesting looking slug.’ You replied.

Your conversation was interrupted by Carol, who had now climbed up on stage. She tapped the microphone and cleared her throat, gesturing to everyone to sit down so that the meeting could start. You wanted to curse her. Whatever giddy conversation you were having with Marcus was a thousand times more interesting than the PTA. At least you could revel in the fact he didn’t want to be here either.

‘Shall we?’ Marcus gestured to two empty seats a few rows back.

‘I mean, it’s an aisle seat, which is good for a quick escape if Jack decides to be Jack,’ you nodded in agreement. ‘Hey kid, c’mon!’

Turning away from the other kids, Jack sprinted towards you, hurling himself into your lap as he sat down. You let out an oof! and a groan. He wasn’t as light as he used to be a toddler. He stayed still for a moment, tiny hands clasping yours, before he realised who you were sat next to. The kids’ impression of Marcus was not quite the same as yours - he’d only seen him on TV, with the likes of all the heroes. You couldn’t remember their names (but in your defence, they were kind of ridiculous). 

‘Are you a superhero?’ He reached up, poking Marcus in the cheek. 

‘Jack!’ You hissed. ‘You can’t-’

‘- yeah, buddy.’ Marcus ruffled his hair. ‘But it’s my day off today, so I’m doing all this boring stuff instead.’

‘Can you fly? Do you know Miracle Guy? Have you fought aliens? Do you have a super suit? Do you know Iron Man? Wait! Can I be a superhero?!’

‘No, yes, yes, no, no and maybe when you’re older.’ He counted the questions off on his fingers. ‘But for now we have to keep quiet for the meeting. That would make you a superhero.’

--

You wanted to marry Marcus Moreno.

Seriously, you wanted to marry him.

His little comment had kept Jack quiet the entire meeting. And it was a long fucking meeting indeed. The last time he’d shut up for that long was...probably before he learnt to talk. You loved he was full of curiosity and questions, but he didn’t always understand that there was a time and a place. At least now you knew what would shut him up. 

‘How does Miracle Guy fly? Is Batman real? Are you rich? Do you know Wonder Woman? How does her lasso of truth work?’

‘Jack.’ You groaned. 

You were walking out of the school now and down towards the car park. Missy was in tow, tapping away on her phone, whilst Jack trotted alongside you and Marcus. He’d been spewing questions at the poor man pretty much since the meeting had ended - and yet, he seemed happy to answer them. Excited, even. It was clear that he loved his job.

‘You gotta give Mr Moreno a break, little man.’ You said.

‘Hey, just Marcus is fine.’ He replied. 

‘Hey Just Marcus, I’m dad.’ Missy chimed from beside you, not even looking up from her phone. It was...impressive, actually.

‘I already regret buying her that.’ Marcus murmured. 

The two of you eventually reached your cars. The Civic was still terribly parked across two spaces - you were a good driver, you’d just been in a rush. The dents and scrapes all over the doors and bumper implied other wise but hey, we move. You had a thousand and one other things to save up before a new car. Putting down the deposit on a house - one you could actually own, maybe a little further out from the city - was your number one concern. Paying off your divorce attorney came after that. 

‘It was nice to meet you properly.’ You pulled your keys out your back, tugging four empty packets of crisps and three bags of gummy worms with it. 

‘I’m not done asking questions-’

‘- you gotta let Marcus go, JJ.’ You peered down at Jack. ‘Sorry. He’s a little obsessed with the Heroics, but I guess you’ve worked that one out.’

‘Can I visit your base?’ He continued, ignoring you. 

Marcus knelt down to his height, a grin on his face. ‘I’ve got a free window tomorrow afternoon. You wanna come by? Your mum tells me you’re off school for the rest of the week.’ 

‘Really?’ You blinked in surprise. ‘I mean, I’m sure he would love that but I’m at work and he’s gotta go to my mum’s.’

Your mother also doubled up as your baby-sitter. In an ideal world, you would have been able to afford a professional, but this was very much the opposite of an ideal world. It was the real world, and you were constantly juggling a thousand things at once. Never in a million years would you have changed it but there were days when you wanted to cry. When it was 9PM and Jack suddenly chimed in that he had a science project due the next day, or when he refused to eat his dinner because his chicken nuggets weren’t shaped like dinosaurs and fed them to the dog. 

Marcus looked, on the surface at least, like he had his shit together. He worked in a public facing job and he always looked put together. His car wasn’t covered in bumps and bruises and the inside probably wasn’t covered in yoghurt like yours. He seemed as though he got more than five hours sleep a night and his child was well-behaved. 

‘I’m sure we can work something out.’ He said. ‘If you give me your number, I’ll give you a call.’

‘Uh, yeah! Of course.’ He’d asked for your number. No big deal. 

You switched phones - naturally, his was much more high-tech than yours - and entered in your respective numbers. The whole thing made you admire Marcus even more; he didn’t have to have your tyrannical son over to his office, yet he offered to. He’d clearly seen how excited he’d gotten and it seemed like he’d found it endearing. 

‘Are you okay?’ Marcus asked quietly, suddenly putting his hand on your shoulder. ‘You suddenly zoned out.’

‘Yeah, sorry.’ You rubbed your eyes. ‘I got about three hours sleep last night. I would blame it on the terrible twos but I guess it’s the...fucking awful fives?’

He quickly turned his attention to Jack, opening the car door for him. ‘You wanna hop in? I’m just gonna talk to your mom about you visiting, yeah?’

'There’s Cheetos in the centre console!’ You called after him.

Once Marcus had shut the door, he turned around to face you. There was silence for a minute, and he just kind of...stared at you. You couldn’t read his expression or quite figure it out, but he had an eyebrow quirked and a look of...concern? Sympathy?

‘I recognise that look. It’s the help! I’m suddenly a single parent to a five year old and it feels like the world is eating me alive look.’ He said. ‘It’s the exact same one I had six years ago. Missy was about Jack’s age when...when it became just me and her.’

You softly smiled. ‘It’s not been easy.’

‘You’re doing a good job, okay?’ He gave your shoulder a light squeeze. ‘And if you ever need him off your hands for a few hours, I’ll gladly give him a tour of our headquarters.’

‘Thank you. So much, for both of those things.’ Your eyes fell to the ground. ‘It’s a refreshing change from Carol and her Pinterest boards and half-assed invitations to potlucks.’

‘God, I can’t stand all that.’ Marcus chuckled. 

‘I gotta get back now because I can see that Jack is about smush Cheetos over my break pedals but I’ll...’ you trailed off, forcing yourself to look at him and smile. ‘I’ll call you.’

‘I look forward to it.’ 

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[thatmultifandomhoe]

It’s You

Pairing: Changkyun and Reader

Group: Monsta X

Word Count: 7,433

Genre/Rating: Valentine’s Day AU - Quarantine AU - Friends to Lovers AU - Fluff - Angst - PG-13

Overview: The last thing you planned to do was celebrate Valentine’s Day. Being single on a holiday that glorified love, especially during a pandemic, was the perfect sign to stay at home to guarantee avoiding having a broken heart. Especially when Changkyun, the one who held it, seemed to have plans of his own.

Warning: Mention of past unrequited love and having a broken heart - swearing -

A/N: Happy - early - Valentine’s Day sweet peas! And yes, Changkyun from Monsta X was the winner of the “Who Do You Want to Spend Valentine’s day With,” and I had so much fun working on this piece. I’m personally not a fan of the holiday - for reasons you’ll read below - but I hope that those of y’all who do celebrate have a happy Valentine’s day, and I hope that y’all enjoy this piece and get all the chocolate that you want this year!

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“Are you okay?”

Glancing over at the cell phone that was propped up on the dresser, you raised an eyebrow at the black screen. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You do know what day it is, right?”

Fingers pausing, you pressed your lips together, staring down at the button of the black jeans you had been in the middle of putting on. You had known what day it was when you went to turn off the alarm that had set for that morning. It had been painfully obvious, and as the pre-recorded song of birds chirping increased in volume, you had stared at the date for longer than you normally do.

February fourteenth.

Valentine’s Day.

“I’ve only been awake for an hour,” you said, stepping towards the closet for a shirt. It had been a miracle that Changkyun had called instead of his preferred method of randomly video calling. While it was true, you had been up for an hour, you had only started moving about to get on with the day about five minutes ago. And currently you were only wearing pants and a black lacy bra. Although, knowing him, he wouldn’t have complained.

There was rustling on his end and the clinking of a spoon hitting a glass. “I know, but I just wanted to make sure. You seemed pretty upset the other day.”

“It’s not that I’m upset…” You slipped your head through the hole of a black smocked square blouse with red flowers printed on it, adjusting the top so it sat properly. “I just...don’t like the holiday.”

Which was putting it mildly. It was more than a dislike, but as you went to look in the mirror to make sure there weren’t any tags sticking out, you silently thanked him for calling. You never hated Valentine’s Day. At its core, it was rather a sweet concept, one that year after year, a part of you hoped that maybe you’d be able to have someone to enjoy the holiday with. But after years of being single on the most romantic day, and having it ruined by dates turned sour, more often than not a dark cloud hovered overhead while you tried to simply get through the day.

You tried to find some spin on it to turn it around. Starting tomorrow and for the next week, chocolate was going to be anywhere from fifty to seventy-percent off. Sales were always fantastic no matter what the reason was. There were only so many chocolate hearts that you were capable of eating though.

“Why are you calling so early?” You said, turning the conversation back to him. It made sense why you were up – even on a Sunday there was always work to be done – for him to be awake before noon, that caused a bit of worry.

“Ah,” there was a thump that echoed on the call like he had dropped his phone, his voice sounding distant. “I have some things to get done today.”

“Yeah, but it’s nine in the morning. I thought you weren’t even coherent before noon.”

Changkyun forced out a laugh and you lightly smiled, gathering your hair into a bun before carrying him into the kitchen. Even though it was a simple phone call and was a bit distorted, it did nothing to dull the fluttering going on by the butterflies in your stomach. His lazy grin came to mind, and only ten minutes into the hour and you were smiling like a fool while stirring your coffee.

That was another reason why you weren’t entirely fond of the holiday. The entire day was dedicated to love, to telling someone that you love them, and here you were, having fallen for your friend and yet you refused to tell him. It was hard to pinpoint when these feelings began, but it was possible that they had been growing since the day you two met.

There was no doubt that you were a workaholic, always feeling weird if you bummed around for more than a few hours, so it made sense that on the rare day off that you took, something had to crash it. You had been indulging in some binge watching of your precious Inuyasha when your phone lit up with an incoming video call from Messenger. Immediately you had been hesitant. None of your friends ever video messaged you since unlike them, your cell was an android.

You hadn’t planned to answer him. Not only did you not recognize the name, or his picture - despite how attractive he appeared - but you didn’t normally answer requests from strangers. With that in mind and mildly annoyed in having to pause the episode, you were ready to hit decline and be on with the day. Except, you were a dumb ass, and hit accept by accident.

Turns out he had meant to call someone else and had been equally shocked when you answered. In fact, he had been less than classy upon seeing you in instead of his friend, the words, ‘oh, fuck me,’ slipping out before he could stop himself.

In normal circumstances, you might have rolled your eyes, or told him to go fuck himself, but it had been six months into the pandemic and he was the first new person that you had met in a while.

“I don’t usually fuck strangers,” you had said instead, not missing the way his eyebrow rose and how his mouth curled upwards in a smile. “But if you wanna buy me a grinder and have it delivered to my place; I might eventually be persuaded.”

There had been a tense moment, but when he let out a breathless chuckle, somehow you knew that you were in the safe zone. Turns out, the two of you had a friend in common who he had meant to call, but he hadn’t been paying attention to what he was doing and accidentally clicked on your profile. The call only lasted for a few more minutes before Changkyun apologized and with an awkward wave, ended it. You stared at his profile picture and next thing you knew, you were scrolling through his pictures, oohing upon finding an old one of him with silver hair and an eyebrow piercing.

A couple hours later, there was a knock at your door and after slipping on a mask, you were greeted with a delivery man that looked no older than sixteen, announcing that he had a grinder for you. Before you could say that you hadn’t ordered anything, he promised that it had already been paid for, tip included. Not one to turn down free food, you accepted it, and saw the note that was taped to the paper bag.

I’m not a weirdo I promise. Jooheon passed along your address, and I’m not about to let someone go hungry. From, a friendly stranger who hit the wrong button.

There was no second guessing on your part. You pulled his profile back up and hit the video button, only having to wait a few seconds before his face filled the screen, locks of black hair falling across his forehead as he ruffled it up.

“Did you seriously send me a grinder?”

“You sounded hungry.”

There was a brief pause, and suddenly you were giggling, shoulders shaking as you sat down on a chair, his own deep chuckles joining in not long after. It was odd, but after that – and after confirming with Jooheon to make sure he wasn’t a creep, which you were assured he wasn’t – the two of you fell into the habit of video chatting. Some days there was nothing to say. With the pandemic raging on and everything closed, it was nice to have someone simply be there after all this time.

Fast forward five months later, the pandemic had only grown worse, and not only had Changkyun proven to be a good friend, but he managed to worm his way into your heart.

“What about you,” Changkyun suddenly asked. “You’re not actually working today, are you? Forget the holiday, it’s Sunday.”

Rolling your eyes, you went back to the bedroom with the black coffee in one hand, and him in the other. “Not all day. I have a few graphics that I want to finish up or it’ll bug me. Should only take a few hours to do.”

“Only a few hours,” he teased. “I’m willing to bet you’ll still be working tonight.”

“Will not.”

“Will too.”

“Not.”

His end grew silent, and he suddenly cleared his throat. “We’ll see about that.”

There was something about that sentence that stopped you from entering the password to your computer. Glancing away from the screen, you stared at Changkyun’s picture, wondering why his voice had softened when he had said that, as if he knew something that you didn’t.

“What is it that you have to do?” You found yourself asking him again, not looking at the keys as you logged into your laptop, the bleeding hearts screensaver appearing as the icons loaded one by one.

“Just some…stuff. I’ll probably be off my phone most of the day.”

“Oh.”

With the amount of phone calls and video chats the two of you had, it had become normal to hear from him a couple times throughout the day. The text chat was filled with various memes, emojis, and conversations that ranged from how much is too much fabric softener? - all the way to late night conversations involving stories about crazy exes, to insecurities, dreams you’ve always wanted to do, and whether or not the world would ever go back to the normal that you both had known prior to March 2020.

Wetting your lips, you leaned back against the desk chair and cradled the mug in both hands. “Well, have fun with whatever you’re doing,” you said, keeping your voice light so he wouldn’t notice the shift in your mood.

It was suddenly so obvious why he wasn’t saying what he had to do. With the holiday approaching, Changkyun had asked if you had any plans for how to spend the day, and with that came your explanation for why you weren’t overly fond of this particular day. The blind dates that ended terribly and being single had been part of the reason why, but there was one particular instance from the past that was determined to ruin Valentines every year for you.

In all the years, there was one person that you had confessed to on Valentines. Jungkook was someone you considered a friend, but you had only told him the truth to get him to shut up about his girlfriend. Up until that afternoon she had been the ex that, from your understanding, despised being in the same room as him anymore. According to him, she showed up at his place with the usual, ‘I miss you,’ and ‘let’s try again,’ and somehow that all managed to lead to wild and hot passionate sex that was, ‘insanely good.’

If only that had been it.

Whether Jungkook got caught up in reliving the moment and forgot who he was talking to, he gave you a play by play of their reunion. From the way she arrived at his door, to the way she felt around him, he told every detail all while you were on the other end of the phone, fingers twisted and tugging at your hair as you sat on the floor of your childhood bedroom. On all the days, the last thing you wanted to hear was your crush talking about having to move to the living room because his bedroom reeked from all their fucking.

The conversation didn’t last much longer, thank god, but you hadn’t been able to grieve because in the other room mom’s voice could be heard as she talked about her day at work. Instead, you forced back the tears and it took everything to not break down when she smiled and handed you an orange teddy bear holding a red heart that said I love you, along with a bag of Lindt chocolates. She was unaware, and while everyone slept, you buried your face into a couple pillows to muffle the sounds of your crying. You were only eighteen and yet you swore your heart collapsed in on itself before exploding into a million glass shards.

“That fucking dick,” Changkyun had said when you told him.

The screen had been bright as the two of you video chatted, and you rubbed your eyes, tired but not ready to go to sleep. He had been doing the rounds of locking up and shutting off the lights while you spoke, only wearing a thin pair black and blue flannel pants. At least he held the phone pretty leveled so you weren’t forced to stare at his torso, but there had been several times where you found your gaze lingering on his muscular body.

“I mean,” you ran a hand through your hair, shrugging as he looked back at you. “It happens to everyone.”

Changkyun frowned though. “No,” he said, his voice gentle but firm at the same time. “No, it doesn’t. And that shouldn’t have happened to you.”

Blinking, you forced the memory away, shifting in your seat to get comfortable once again. Just because you didn’t enjoy the holiday, or didn’t have anyone to spend it with, didn’t mean that was the case with Changkyun. Why else would he be reluctant to say what his plans were? He was probably just being nice and didn’t want to appear like he was rubbing salt into an old wound that refused to heal.

“Hey,” Changkyun’s voice softened again, and as much as you knew you shouldn’t, you wished that he was here, in the apartment with you for him to hold you. “It’s still early in the morning. For all you know, there’s a Mr. Right, who’s going to stumble into your path today.”

You scoffed, the clicking of your mouse echoing in the bedroom. “I mean, I don’t have plans to go out.”

“Surprises can happen you know.”

“Alright Changkyun,” now that the internet was up, you glanced back at the phone. “I gotta get to work. Stay safe out there.”

“Always am. Talk to you later.”

“Bye.”

There was a pause, and when you looked back over, the call was still going. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for either of you to leave it going while doing work, the silence was never awkward, it was more comforting than anything, but this time there was a sense of something being left un–

“You look pretty today,” Changkyun said suddenly.

Blinking, your fingers tightened around the mouse as your heart raced. “What? You can’t even see me Changkyun.”

“So?”

“I could be wearing my pajamas for all you know,” your voice faltered, and despite the constriction of wearing jeans, you pulled your legs up on to the chair to hug them to your chest.

“I’ve already seen you in your pajamas,” he joked. “You’re still pretty though.”

He was smiling. You knew for certain that he was, and that made your palms turn clammy, forcing you to wipe them against the pant leg.

“Maybe I’m not, wearing clothes?” Internally you slapped yourself, instantly regretting those words, and perhaps your entire existence at this point. It was still early. Instead of work, maybe you could possibly bury yourself under all the blankets and never answer his phone calls again.

Hearing shuffling coming from the phone, you pressed your lips together, not entirely sure if you wanted to hear what he had to say.

“Are you trying to keep me from my plans today?” His voice deepened and if it weren’t for the fact that you were already sitting down, you were certain that you’d be on the floor.

“No, I’m just stupid,” you blurted out, slamming your hand over your mouth.

Changkyun chuckled, and suddenly the phone seemed closer to him because his voice became clearer. “I think you’re trying to seduce me.”

Oh god. No. It was absolutely the other way around. He was the one who had the advantage on his side, between the lip bites and the selfies he sent that captured his jawline that was perfect to cut glass with. Whether it was his godly features, or when the two of you were video chatting and he rolled onto his stomach and face planted himself into the pillow, you fell for him every time.

“Know what?” You rushed to say, ignoring his laughter. “I have work and you have things to do. Stay safe, and I’ll talk to you later. Bye!”

There was no hesitation. This time you slammed your finger on the end call button and for extra measure, tossed it away and on the bed, letting it disappear among the sea of messy blankets.

Shakily sighing, you slid further down in the chair as the edge of the desk pinned your legs to your chest to keep from falling to the ground. He had never said anything like that before. Sure, there were times where he’d see you do something or when you’d ramble on about a show or work, he’d might say cute, but that always felt like an afterthought.

“Damn it Changkyun,” you said, glaring at where you had thrown the phone and hating the fact that his words kept circling around your mind, making you feel incredibly warmer than you had been ten minutes earlier. Hating that while he was probably going to be on a date with some pretty girl who was worth his time, you were at home, working on a Sunday, wishing that the guy you hadn’t even met in person was here and telling you that in-between kisses.

You ran a hand over your face with a groan, fingers of course getting caught in the bun briefly as you sat up. There was work to be done, and with a click of the mouse, the programs you needed quickly opened up. It was fairly easy, and if you focused, would only take an hour, maybe even less to get done. But with Changkyun on the brain, all you wanted to do was curl back up under the messy blankets and daydream about him. About what it would be like to hug him, to hear his voice in person, and perhaps, spend a Valentine’s day with someone who wouldn’t let you down.

That wasn’t going to happen though. It was a daydream and nothing more.

Lacing your fingers together, you quickly turned them inward, groaning in satisfaction at the loud crack that emitted from the joints. Outside the window that the desk was placed in front of, the sun had already begun its descent for the night. The sky was painted in splashes of orange with lazy clouds slipping in, the remaining bits of blue falling steadily behind.

Despite what Changkyun had predicted, he was only partially correct. With him swimming freely in your mind, you had been distracted, lost in a hazy daydream that made it impossible to focus on the graphics that you were trying to finish up. More often than not you stepped away from the desk, feet guiding you to the other room or in small twirls with the faintest lovesick smile. It was impossible to get anything done. So, you said fuck it. It was Sunday after all, and you weren’t expected to have those scheduled to be posted for a few days. Where was the harm in having one day to yourself? One with no work whatsoever to stress you out?

With work out of the way and having no other plans, another cup of coffee had been made and in the spirit of the holiday, your gaze had lingered on the makeup that sat on the dresser. Most of it had gone unused as the weeks melted into months. Tubes of lipstick and eye shadow palettes once loved had been forgotten about, and as you recalled, the brushes that you typically forgot to clean had been washed out of pure boredom. It was with new motivation that you grabbed a majority of the collection and hopped onto the counter in the bathroom, music playing from a playlist filled with songs from your younger years that held nostalgia, and simply played around with the colors.

By the time you were done, an hour had gone by, and you gained two cut creases with glitter, contoured cheeks, painted your lips, and looked like you were ready to go out for a date out in the city to be wined and dined. Instead, you slipped on a pair of fuzzy socks and slid into the kitchen with plans to see what frozen meal the freezer had to offer. If anything, it had the bare bones of a date. The location? Your couch. The hot leading man? Most likely the main character from whatever show you finally decided on after you gave a good scroll through Netflix. All you needed was utter disappointment and it could be considered a success.

You were torn between making the decision for frozen lasagna or chicken Alfredo, but a sudden and loud knock at the door stopped you. Eyebrows pulling in confusion, you carefully set the food on the counter, taking a moment to slip on the mask that you left hanging on the doorknob for situations like this. Not that they occurred often. With the exception of having food delivered, once the world realized that this pandemic wasn’t just a simple flu and doctors encouraged people to stay home, you hadn’t invited anyone over. It was lonely, and you missed your friends and family greatly, but this wasn’t a situation to take lightly.

“I’m sorry,” you said, opening the door once the fabric mask was securely on. “I think you might have the wrong…”

And you stopped. Stopped talking and stared. Stared at the man leaning against your door frame, wearing a black as ink suit jacket, a pristine white button up shirt was tucked into matching black pants, with the top several buttons undone to reveal a tanned and toned chest that you knew he took pride in considering all the gym selfies he sent. The black fabric mask he wore hid most of his face, but the corners of his eyes were crinkled together.

“I think I’m right where I’m supposed to be,” Changkyun said, his deep voice sounding better in real life than you had expected, and dreamed of.

He pushed off of the frame and it was then that you noticed the things in his hands. In the left, was a plastic bag stuffed with packaged containers, and in the right…in his right wrapped in pink tissue paper was a bouquet of red and pink carnations with babies’ breath mixed in. There had to be at least a dozen, perhaps a baker’s dozen, if not a few extra.

There were no words. After all the books you consumed to pass the time, articles you searched for work, and even countless texts sent to friends, everything escaped you at that very moment because he was here. He was actually here and standing in front of you.

“I know you said you haven’t had anyone over since this started. But I got tested a couple days ago, came back negative, and we’ve both been working from home this entire time so if you want…” Changkyun lifted the bag he held into view and this time, you could see that even though it was triple bagged, you were able to make a red dragon printed on the cartons. “I have Chinese food, and I’m willing to bet that Netflix has something for us to watch. If you’re not comfortable though that’s fine. I have plenty of food that we can—”

Except he didn’t get to finish what he was saying before you tugged him into the apartment by his arm. Immediately, your arms wound their way around his waist and you pressed your face into his chest, tightly hugging him.

“It’s you,” you said, feeling his right arm carefully rest on your back to hold you close, all while being mindful of the flowers that he was carrying.

There was a soft chuckle from above as he laid his head on top of yours. “It’s good to finally see you too.”

Smiling, your arms tightened around him once more before you stepped backwards, letting him enter the apartment completely. “You didn’t have to bring flowers you know.”

“And show up empty handed?”

You gestured towards the table for him to set the food down, taking the flowers and going to the sink. “You bought Chinese food. That more than would have made up for no flowers.” But while the vase filled with water and you trimmed the stems, gently adding them in one by one, there was a warmth spreading within your chest that came right from the heart, even more so when he chuckled. The only people to ever buy you flowers on Valentine’s day were your parents.

Like always, the silence that followed felt natural. The only difference was that you were aware that Changkyun was moving around in the kitchen with you, getting plates and silverware out without having to ask where things were because he had seen you do the same thing countless times before while video chatting. You just never thought he was actually paying attention.

When they were all in the vase, you tossed the ends in the trash and turned around, only to see that once again, he was watching you.

“Why are you staring?”

Changkyun shrugged, running a hand through his hair as the black locks fell right back into his eyes. “I was right.”

Tilting your head, you walked over to the table and set the vase in the center. You were already so close to him, but he leaned his head down, the black fabric of his mask brushing against the top of your ear.

“That you look pretty,” he said softly. “And it’s not because of the makeup. I had a feeling you might dress up today; you look beautiful.”

The air that you had been breathing was instantly stolen, and when you made the mistake of looking up at him, you realized just how close the two of you were. If it weren’t for the masks you both wore…

“You don’t look half bad yourself,” you teased, trying to not glance at where his lips would be. “You’re a lot taller than messenger video makes you out to be.”

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. Straightening up, Changkyun slipped his suit jacket off and set it on the back of a chair to undo the buttons on his cuffs, taking the time to roll each sleeve up to his elbows. “You’re meaner in person.”

Good god. You knew that he worked out, but damn. Maybe not for the first couple weeks, eventually Changkyun fell into the habit of sending selfies while he was working out at the gym. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, but seeing his tanned arms and the white sleeve making its way up to his elbow, it sparked the butterflies and gave them a newfound fluttering energy.

“Do you wanna eat or not?” Not thinking of it, you reached up to unhook the elastic from around your ears, removing the mask and setting it back on the counter. With a glance up at him, you saw him raise an eyebrow before he mimicked your movements to take off his own mask, revealing the jaw that tempted your daydreams in more ways than you wished.

He smiled, and you handed him his plate and together, the two of you fixed up heaping plates of Chinese food, using the concept of needing to eat to distract yourself. Everything was still hot and as you settled on the couch, steam curled its way up into the air.

“Were you able to get your secret plans done today?” You asked, glancing over at him while Netflix loaded up on the TV screen.

“Why are you so interested in what I had to do?” He was focused on the dumpling that he held with the chopsticks, not meeting your gaze at all.

It wasn’t that you meant to be focused on that. But he had acted so suspicious on the phone earlier, and now he was here, having dinner in your apartment with enough Chinese food to cost a small fortune, along with sixteen carnations – yes, you counted while cutting them – on Valentine’s Day. There had been no warning, and as much as you wanted to believe that he was here for more than a friendly drop in, the idea of him having been on a date earlier in the day and was here to talk about it, about the possible other girl, killed the butterflies. You had already been through this once, you didn’t want to go through it again. Not with him.

Scrolling through the list of suggestions, you didn’t notice Changkyun looking over at you, or the way his face softened. His fingers tightened around the chopsticks and he leaned back against the cushion.

“What’s that one about?” He nodded towards one of the movies that was in the watch again section.

You raised an eyebrow, scrolling over to it. “Please don’t tell me that you’ve never seen Love Actually?”

“If I did, would I have asked what it’s about?”

Unable to stop yourself, an undignified sound escaped you as you wildly gestured with the remote. “How? It’s like the sweetest romance, Christmas movie ever. They play it every year. It even has Liam Neeson, the man promising to find and kill everyone, as a sweet dad who doesn’t kill anyone! That alone is a true Christmas miracle by itself.”

The thought of him being with someone else dissipated at the sound of his laughter. Even caught up in the excitement of this particular movie, you couldn’t stop the smile that grew. No matter what, even in real life or over video, you always found yourself grinning the second he laughed or smiled. He was without a doubt contagious, in the best way possible.

“What are you waiting for?” He said, gesturing towards the screen with the chopsticks, shoulders relaxing at the sight of your smile and apparent joy for the film. One that he had in fact, seen a few times over the years. “Press play.”

There was no hesitation. You were determined to culture him in what you deemed to be a classic in romance films. So, as you comfortably settled in, belly growing full of warm and delicious food, you once again missed Changkyun’s wide smile. It was the kind of grin that no matter what he did, or how serious he tried to be, simply wouldn’t go away.

The empty dinner plates sat long forgotten about on the coffee table as another movie played, this one involving an action pack fight scene with aliens in New York City. Hours had passed since Changkyun arrived at your door, and despite it growing late and Valentine’s Day was nearing its end, his polished shoes were unlaced and tossed on the floor. A wine bottle had been opened up, and you sat much closer to him to share a blanket with him. You were blaming it on the wine for being so bold because when he stretched an arm on the back of the couch, you didn’t think twice about gently leaning your head against it.

You couldn’t even really blame it on the wine. It was the first glass for both of you, and you were a slow drinker, so you were as sober as a newborn lamb at the moment.

It was just like when the two of you would video chat with the same movie on, but so much better. Having him here, you were noticing the smallest things that you’d miss when on the phone.  At the base of his neck was a small mole that you never realized he had, or that he was wearing two thin silver chains – a pair that, now that you thought about it, he never went without. Behind you, he’d occasionally rub his fingers together and the metal of his bracelet would lightly clink against itself. With the few glances that you stole, his attention was solely on the movie and his jaw appeared to be pressed together.

Feeling a sudden weight, you turned to see him settling his arm around your shoulders. His wrist was now hanging over your arm, and it took all your willpower to not reach up with a free hand to lace your fingers loosely with his. When you glanced back up at him, he was in mid sip of his wine, throat bobbing with each swallow.

Shit. This was not helping the butterflies that seemed to have multiplied since his arrival.

Changkyun raised an eyebrow when he lowered his glass, softly humming in question, but you only shook your head and focused back on the movie. Except, now you were hyper aware that he was looking at you this time.

“What’s wrong?” He murmured, his thumb and fingers lightly rubbing against your arm.

That was another thing. His voice was deep. In the calls, the phone occasionally cracked and had made it seem lighter, but it appeared to be just the opposite. He was blessed with a voice that was able to drop lower than a bass, sending your insides to mush when he spoke. It was the type of voice that was destined to recite poetry and old sonnets, to hold three in the morning conversations that went wherever and everywhere. When he called your name, it never failed to send tingles running the length of your body. It was his voice, and you knew that you’d never grow tired of hearing him talk.

“Nothing. I was just thinking,” you said, leaning your head back, his arm comfortable and warm as you looked up at the ceiling, trying to avoid his gaze for a few seconds.

His fingers didn’t stop. The gentle caress, a small reassurance that he was in fact here and this wasn’t your imagination, made it harder to stay where you sat instead of curling into his side like you wanted.

“Thinking about what?”

Letting out a breathless scoff, you tilted your head towards him. Changkyun was a sight to see and you knew that if this was the only time you got to spend with him in person, you were never going to forget this moment.

Your smile softened. “That you’re actually here, after all these months of texts and video calls. You actually came here, and you’re real.”

“Did you think I was a robot or something?” Changkyun teased, but his fingers stopped moving, and that lock of hair fell back into his eyes again.

“Well, you did accidentally call me instead of Jooheon and last time I checked, we look nothing alike.” There was no thinking as you reached up and mimicked his movements to push that damn lock back, feeling how soft his hair was. It brought you a little bit closer to him and in that second, the world suddenly felt like it was no longer moving when you glanced down at his lips. Those pink lips that you wondered and dreamt about night after night, too curious for your own good on what it would be like to kiss him. Now was your chance to find out, especially when he didn’t lean back and appeared to be getting closer.

“Cookies?” You suddenly asked, leaning back to see his eyebrows start to pull together in confusion. Heart racing, you set your wine glass on the coffee table and walked around the couch to step into the kitchen. With only your back to him, you quietly let out a shaky breath. “I know I have some for us to munch on…”

Opening up a cabinet, you stretched on to your toes to search for the package of cookies that you knew were in there, mentally slapping yourself at having done that. He hadn’t backed away, hadn’t tried to stop you, in fact, if you allowed yourself to believe it, you would have recalled that he had started to lean in when you randomly brought up cookies. As much as you wanted to, the last thing you wanted was to lose your friendship.

You were pushing aside a box of crackers when his hand captured your wrist, halting your search. It felt like your heart was about to leap out of its cage when his fingers gently wrapped around your hand, and when his palm settled on a hip, it was equally as comforting as it lit a spark inside you. There was nothing you wanted to do more than to melt into his embrace.

“Sweetheart, do you really think I’m here to just hang out?” He asked, his voice low as he spoke into your ear, his body stepping closer to yours.

“You’re…you’re not?” You weakly asked, nervous because you didn’t want this all to be a joke.

The idea of this being a one night only thing thanks to the holiday left an ache in your bones. You wanted more nights like this with him, wanted to hear him call out your name with that gentle smile of his over and over again. Dammit, you wanted to wake up and have the blankets be stifling hot but not care as you crawled over to his side of the bed, searching for morning cuddles because fuck the person who decided that the workday would start at eight in the morning. The only person you wanted to spend this quarantine with, to be able to touch, to be worried and even scared about all this with, was Changkyun.

Changkyun’s breath hit the back of your neck as he softly chuckled, sending a shiver down your spine. “God, I thought I was being obvious. Let me try this differently.”

Still holding on to your wrist, he turned you around and once you were facing him, let go of your hand to step closer until your back was against the counter. With each breath your chest brushed against his, and when he pushed the hair that had fallen in your face behind your ear, fingers brushing against your cheek, you almost forgot to breathe.

“I know you’ve always had a pretty crappy Valentine’s day,” Changkyun softly spoke. His gaze was steady with yours, and even though he was being serious, there was a softness to his features that had the corner of his mouth curling upwards. “And I thought that the best way to keep that from repeating this year, would be if you spent it with someone, who loves you.”

Who loves…oh.

It suddenly all made sense. Why he didn’t want to say what he was doing to celebrate, him calling you pretty, the food and flowers, the coaxing touches, he could have rented a billboard and put up a neon flashing sign and you probably still would have been blind.

“Changkyun,” you whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek.

He softly smiled as he closed the remaining space between you to rest his forehead against yours, his palms sliding along your body until he had you wrapped in a hug. “There you go, now you get it.”

Giggling, you rolled your eyes out of habit. It was like him to be a smart ass during a moment like this. With that being said, the butterflies fluttered their way up to your heart, and all the daydreams that you entertained and thought nothing would come of them, now had the possibility of becoming reality.

“I love you too,” you said, running your thumb along his cheek as you watched his smile widen.

There was no hesitation, or smart ass comments this time. Instead, when his lips met yours in a kiss, your heart stopped racing. The butterflies finally calmed down and the world around you went out of focus as your fingers slid through his hair. His lips were soft, and thanks to the red wine, there was a lingering tangy sweetness that reminded you of raspberries. You found yourself becoming addicted to his taste, the kisses melting together until you lost track of how long the two of you stood there, content with doing nothing but being wrapped up in each other’s embrace.

A clock chimed out in the apartment, breaking the kiss which only served to make you pout at the loss of his lips. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed by Changkyun, who smirked before leaning down to give one more kiss, which quickly turned into two, then three.

“Don’t you have work in the morning?” He murmured, resting his forehead once more against yours.

“You trying to kiss and dash?”

His fingers gently pressed into your sides and you squirmed at his touch, giggling at his antics. However, he leaned his head back and sighed. “Like hell I’d do that. But you usually wake up earlier for work, and trust me, I’ll end up keeping you awake if I stay the night.”

There was no doubt about that, and to be truthful, you’d have no issue if that was the case. He was right, but as ideas turned in your mind, you shrugged. “You can’t go out driving though,” you said softly. “You were drinking.”

Changkyun frowned, head tilting as he removed a hand from your back to run through his hair. “Not even a whole glass.”

You raised an eyebrow. It took him having to say he loved you for you to understand how he felt about you despite his dine and wine attempt, and here he was, completely missing what you were suggesting. Either you were absolutely perfect for each other, or equally dense.

“Well, we also broke quarantine,” you said slowly, slipping a finger through his belt loop at the same time to bring him closer. “Isn’t the recommendation to stay at home for what, at least three days?”

He started to tilt his head, mouth opening to question what you were saying until he saw the smile growing on your face. Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips together before looking back at you.

“That was horrible,” Changkyun said. He slipped his arms back around you, pulling you away from the counter. His grin said otherwise. “At least I tried being romantic.”

“Well, I mean, if you really want to go back to your place by yourself…”

He didn’t let you say another word, his lips reclaiming yours again, because there was absolutely nothing that felt better than kissing you after months of dreaming what it would be like.

“Don’t go,” you softly murmured against his lips. “Not when you just got here.”

Maybe it was selfish. But you didn’t want to be alone again. Not when he had gone through so much trouble to make this night special, not when you finally knew that he felt the same way about you. After almost a year of staying inside the apartment whenever you could, of going without hugs or get togethers, being able to touch and kiss Changkyun felt like you were relearning what those were all over again. All you wanted was a few days with him.

Changkyun hummed, his arms tightening around you. “Sweetheart, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” he said, gazing down at you as if he had considered the same thing.

The clock that had rang out to announce the hour of a new day and that Valentine’s day was over, continued to quietly tick in the other room. The Earth continued to spin, and outside, the world was exactly how it had been this morning, full of fear, what ifs, and the unknown of a pandemic that didn’t seem to be going anywhere any time soon.

But inside that small apartment, wrapped in Changkyun’s arms, giggles and laughter filled the walls when he pulled you to the middle of the kitchen and spun you around for a late-night dance. It might not be the thing that changes the world, but for the first time, in a long time, hope began to blossom alongside the butterflies in your stomach. The memories of past Valentine’s days melted away at his kiss, until only the memory of him at your door remained.

Even when it hadn’t felt like it, love and hope had always been there. And now it was here promising lovelier days to come.

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[jessiarts]

I just saw your content meme and that shit had me in tears. I'm sorry that happened to you 🥺❤

Thank you for your empathy. I'm sorry that it's happened to so many others as well.

I've been reading all comments and tags on that post. So many write how they have actually lost their enthusiasm for creating because situations just like that happened to them too often. I read one the other day that said they actually gave up writing completely because of it. That's heartbreaking to hear.

This is why we keep telling people to share, not repost, content. It really does take a toll on creators; both to feel your work isn't worthy, and to see that your work was worthy, but apparently not when posted by you.

Story Time (happy ending!)

I remember the first time it happened to me. I had a piece get quite popular, but I didn't know it for forever because someone had re-uploaded it to their own tumblr instead of reblogging it and from there it just got reposted over and over and over again across the internet-- without me. (In fact for years my original post from 2016 only sat at 12 notes. It currently sits at 15 despite being shared hundreds of times across the internet. Who knows, you might have seen it before. If so, Hi! I'm the one that drew it lol)

It wasn't until a friend shared it from a facebook page (not even realizing it was mine) that I even knew it had happened and when I reverse-image searched it I found the hundreds of times it had been reposted. (And if you google "Snape, Snape, Severus Snape -Dumbledore!" it's literally the first image result, and within the first ten if you google "Snape, Snape, Severus Snape meme" or "Snape Sandbox." Unfortunately those results all come from Pinterest. I just searched it again just for shits and giggles for this post and people apparently are still reposting it as early as 5 days ago. Heh.) My sister later told me she had seen it before too, had even thought "Heh, that looks like something Jessi would draw" but because my signature was cropped she didn't know that it had, in fact, been my work.

It's a conflicting, bittersweet, feeling to see that yes, so many people loved something you made, but you never got to see the happiness it brought people it until it was over, that it happened all without you, and knowing it's because someone took that from you. I honestly wondered what the point of continuing to create was if people were just going to steal my work, part of my soul, for attention and just leave me in the dust.

I've told that story so that I can now tell you of a happier story:

I had another post go popular on here. Only this time it didn't get reposted (well, it did from where I posted on Insta, but we're gonna focus on the happy that on here people respected me enough as the artist to not steal it this time lol)

This time I got to interact with everyone who enjoyed it- and it was so much better!

I was able to see how happy the comic made people in real time. I got to engage with people who thought the thing I made was cool. I got to read the tags where people wrote about specific parts that they liked and what made them laugh. I got to meet new accounts that had the same interests and engage with them. I still get notes from it popping up from time to time and every time it lights up my day to see that comic has made yet another person happy.

None of that was taken from me just so that someone else could gain attention using my work.

It was so much better. It actually encouraged me to make more art! I didn't care if it got popular, I was just happy that anyone enjoyed something I had created.

So, for anyone reading this, please: if you enjoy something someone created, please reblog it. Don't repost it.

And for the love of the gods, PLEASE let's all collectively stop giving repost accounts attention for stealing work from creators. They don't give credit, they don't ask permission, and they gaslight creators by telling them that they should be grateful for the exposure when in reality the creators don't get any. Repost accounts only care about exposure for themselves and growing accounts that they'll abandon or sell in a couple years anyway. It's never about the creators with them, they're only chasing clout.

Think about it, they could easily just share directly from the accounts of the creators, in fact it's actually easier to do so. The only reason to repost someone else's work is because you know it'll get your own account attention.

Let's give the attention to the people who actually created the art, not the people who stole the art.

#sorry this is so long #i just had a lot of feelings after reading how many other people related to that post #ask #answered ask #jessi rambles #storytime #reblog dont repost #tumblr #art #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #fanart #fanfic #comics #tumblr comics #webcomics

[trisscar368]

So here’s a fandom life and society question for you:

Public domain is when things fall out of copyright. US law puts that at 70 years past the author’s death. Anonymous works on the other hand have built in copyright for 70 years past publication.

Fandom doesn’t stick to the laws very well, but stepping aside from theft and copyright infringement of active artists - given a) we’re mostly acting pseudoanonymously, under shifting urls across multiple websites; and b) there is often little to no way to tell if an artist has left the platform/left fandom or actually died. At what point does old art become “public domain” by our rules?

There are five thousand plus artist urls on the archive currently. I’ve done my best to consolidate url shifts over the years, but at the same time that’s mostly tumblr artists, with only a few da/lj/pixiv and practically none of the new gen of twitter or instagram artists. I’m missing so much, people creating in non-english fandom spaces (they do still exist) and old artists whose work never migrated platforms.

Statistically, some of those artists are no longer alive. A *lot* of those artists’ accounts are deactivated or deleted, and if it happened a decade ago there’s no way to tell the difference. But some of the art still exists out there on the internet. If you’re lucky or very very stubborn you can find traces of long vanished accounts to attribute a name to the art.

When is it the fandom’s art? When does moving it to a new platform (with links/attribs ofc) cross over into preservation and curation of history? How on earth do the older fandoms like the Trekkies handle this?

I found a piece of s4 art yesterday; original artist on DA deleted, LJ copies lost to photobucket purges; it was preserved on Know Your Meme where it was put (illegally) in 2011. One copy made it to tumblr back in 2012 ish, with zero attribution. But it’s on fucking pinterest, which means it can resurface here in 2021. All trace of the artist is a decade old, I have no way to find out who they were or why they left.

Does that art belong to the fandom?

#should I just be asleep? #the answer to the last one is yes #there are rules about letting me think at this hour #random archivist stuff #death cw

[funkymbtifiction]

Hi! Hope you're doing well :) just saw your post that your cat is healing up, yay! On to some happier days for you both :)

I have two MBTI/enneagram questions. Feel free to answer either/both/none, whatever.

Question 1

This is a tritype + MBTI question. I've been ruminating a lot this summer about tritype, and have found it to be super illuminating for me to use in conjunction with MBTI. It blows my mind that these theories can build on and work with one another and that consistent patterns can be determined to help us understand ourselves and others better! (ok, getting off the little soapbox now.) I've had some frustrations deciding how to distinguish functions from enneatypes though.

How does one know whether they're a 5 because they are (maybe they're a Ti-dom, etc.) or because they're in a Ti-grip or some Ti-loop when they take the test? Same idea with 7s and Se, or other enneagram + function combinations that are really common?

Does the person in question (you) have problems with minimizing their life rather than expanding it? 5s shrink their world. Make it smaller. Do without more things. Deny themselves experiences. Pull away from people. Remain hidden. Observers, not participants. If you have 5 in your tritype, that will show up. It's not the same as low Ti nitpicking or tearing people's words to shreds to humiliate them. Ti breaks things apart to understand them; strong Ti knows how to then put them together again, with a strong understanding of how the object, system, belief, principle, etc., functions. Inferior Ti can pull things apart, but can't always put them back together again.

You need to know functions and Enneagarm types enough to know the difference; 5 is not analytical, and Ti is not analytical. 5 is minimization of needing anyone, anything, of shrinkage and distance; Ti is deconstruct, study it to learn it, and rebuild it through an inner framework of comprehensive understanding. It's not just driving a car, but knowing how the engine functions.

[...] How would someone know whether their answers to these tests are indicative of enneagram or MBTI, in your opinion?

The tests aren't reliable. You have to do inner studying to determine your type structure. To be able to see each number's mechanisms operating in you, when you are using them. (EG, being fully aware that I'm using 2 mechanisms right now... that my 7 really wants to cut and run and not stick around to face the hard stuff... that my 5 just said no to an experience for no reason other than fear... that 9 is overreacting to someone raising their voice, and I'm interpreting that as Threat Level 6...) Enneagram is meant to give you a window into your own default mechanisms, so you can be aware of them, and choose whether to surrender to instinct or choose a different path. A test can start you on a path, but you really need to focus inward to know for sure.

Regarding INFJ or ENFJ... are people your entire universe or secondary to your inner musings? Fe-doms can't shut off Fe. People are their world. Emotions are their world. Human dynamics are their world. INFJs can shut off Fe. They often do so, and become too lost in their heads, inert in the outer world, and fearful of Fe connections, because they may lose themselves in other people and that would pull them away from their thoughts.

If you have any input on parenting effects, or whether being around lots of Fe-users impacts Fe-usage (especially since Fe is all about mirroring and blending in to fit what others need/norms), I'd love to hear it. Thank you thank you thank you!!

Your environment does impact you somewhat, but you are "you" when you are alone. What do you choose to do? Where does your focus go? How well can you dwell "inside myself" for long periods of time? The longer extroverts do this, the more uncomfortable, depressed, or imbalanced they become, because their natural focus is on the world and its potentials. Introverts do this easily, because their natural focus is on their "me" filter (the world passes through me / my dominant function, I'm not a fish swimming in it).

#question #enneagram #mbti

[jjunberry]

| Boyfriend Q&A

| Johnny Suh x reader

You let out a frustrated sigh when the camera failed to focus again. You were of course recording the process for bloopers. Your subscribers loved the bloopers the most. You could say your following on youtube was big. 900k subscribers and they were all demanding to know your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend was none other than Johnny Suh of NCT. Your subscribers and Nctizens clicked instantly and they loved your relationship with Johnny. They wanted more content from you two.

" UGhhh it's not focusing i'm going to break it." Johnny let out a laugh at your struggling. You glared daggers at your giggling boyfriend. " Johnny Suh, stop laughing and help me." He kept laughing but still helped you.

Once the camera was focused you smiled at it. " Hello everyone! If you don't know me I'm y/n and this is my channel, todays video has been highly...and i mean highly requested." You smiled and did a drum roll. " Today I'm doing a Q&A with my boyfriend." You cheered.

Johnny laughed off camera at your excitement. " Johnny that was when you were supposed to enter the frame." Johnny laughed but took a seat next to you. He smiled and waved at the camera. " Go on introduce yourself." You nudged him with your shoulder. " I'm Johnny." You started giggling remembering that video of him and Mark. " Why are you laughing?" He asked. " I'm Johnny." You copied Mark from the video causing Johnny to roll his eyes.

" Okay anyways, y/n asked you to send in questions on twitter and there were tons of them." Johhny took control of the video seeing as you were too consumed in giggles to speak. Once you calmed down you pulled out your phone and the questions you saved.

" Okay, first question how did you guys meet?" You read the question and turned towards Johnny. " We met at Target when they were hiding from Doyoung, he was calling them and looked panicked so I offered to help find them." You explained. Johnny nodded.

" Yeah when that episode of Johnny's Communication Center came out we had to blur her face because we weren't to sure if we could film her, but when we weren't recording we exchanged phone numbers because at first she wanted to be Doyoung's friend. She had no idea who we were." Johnny explained.

" I still can't believe you hid from Doyoung, he looked so lost." You said. Johnny grabed your phone to find another question. " Who asked who out?" He read smirking at you. " Oh gosh, he asked me out and I thought he was joking, because I have a huge fear of rejection but I had a huge crush on him."

As you looked through the questions Johnny was telling a story about when you stole Mark's watermelon without knowing it was his. You jumped into the conversation. " I told him I was sorry so many times and I still feel bad and that was like a year ago." You frowned.

" Anyways this question is my favorite, y/n who is your bias in NCT?" Johnny smirked and looked at you. " that's simple, it's Jungwoo." You said. Johnny's face lost it's smirk and a look of fake hurt crossed his features. " really? I'm hurt." You shrugged your shoulders. " I'm so sorry." You laughed.

Johnny crossed his arms. " No nope I'm not talking to you." You rolled your eyes then went to the next question. " What's your favorite thing to do with each other?" You read the question.

Johnny was keeping up his moody act so you sighed and turned the the camera sporting a 'really' face. " Well I really enjoy our nights in, when we can do a nice face mask and catch up on some dramas." You answered smiling.

Johnny turned towards you. " I really enjoy everything we do together seeing as we don't always get time together, so any chance we get to do something I love it." Your face was a bright pink from blushing.

" That's really sweet, I couldn't agree more I love you." You whispered the last part. He smiled. " I love you." He whispered back.

" Okay we are gonna do a few more questions because Johnny wants coffee and is being impatient." You giggled. " I am not. They just close soon." He defended himself.

" Will y/n be on a Johnny's Communication Center?" Johhny read. He shrugged. " Maybe but i'm not sure." " I technically was in one but I was blurred out after I helped Doyoung." You laughed. Johnny nodded. " Yeah Doyoung is like y/n's baby now we can't tease him around her. Or he'll tell on us." Johnny laughed. " Sometimes I help but most of the time it's hilarious, but don't ever tease my baby Jungwoo or it's on sight." You laughed.

" I tought I was your baby?" Johnny asked. You laughed. " Your my number one." He smiled. " Next question." You said.

After you and Johnny answered more questions and told some stories it was time to wrap up the video. You clapped your hands together and smiled.

" Okay guys, that's all the questions we have for today, hopefully you got to understand our relationship a little better. We are going to hopefully make more videos for you guys soon, so subscribe and of course like the video and I just want to thank you guys for being so kind and supportive of Johnny and I's relationship." You smiled when Johnny laced his fingers with yours.

" Yeah it means a lot to us guys, so thank you and we'll see you soon in the next video." You smiled hearing Johnny do your outro. You and Johnny waved to the camera as you shouted goodbyes.

You added some cute couple clips into the video that you haven't shared before.

One was of you and Johnny on a coffee date and recording him ordering for you two. " You remembered my order?" You asked happily behind the camera. " I remeber everything you tell me."

Another one was of the time Johnny took you to meet his parents. This time he was filming you and his Mom cooking. " My own Mom ditched me to spend time with you. I'm hurt." You and his Mom laughed. " She's more than welcome to visit with or without you." You and his Mom laughed at his fake hurt expression and he turned the camera to his face and shook his head.

The last clip was you two just laying on the couch while a drama played in the background. You had the camera recording both of you. Johnny's head was rested on your chest and one of your hands played with his hair. " I love you." Johnny said. You smiled. " I love you too."

.....

When you posted the video the fans were more than excited to share and make edits of it. There was of course memes made. The over all response to the video was positive and loving.

You were scrolling through twitter laughing at the memes and replying to people when Johnny came out of the bathroom. " What are you up too?" He asked laying next to you on your bed.

" The fans, they loved our video." You showed him a few memes and responses getting him to laugh as well.

You turned off your phone and got settled in bed and Johnny followed after getting comfortable. His head was resting on your stomach while you played with his still damp hair. The new avengers movie was playing but Johnny couldn't pay attention. His mind was at peace during this relaxing moment with you.

" I love you." You said knowing he was about to fall alseep. " I love you." He said barely above a whisper before his breathing evened out. You took a picture and uploaded to twitter simply saying, " I love You." After that you turned your phone off and went to sleep as well.

i binged Johnny's Communication Center and then got this idea!

pic found on Pinterest!! Credit to owner!!

hope you enjoyed-Echo❤❤

#johnny suh #johnny suh imagines #johnny suh x reader #johnny suh imagine #nct imagines #nct #nct 127

[vulturepunk]

miri @prometheusascendant tagged me to talk about my OCs ten million years ago and i’m finally doin it. i am physically incapable of shutting up about them once i get started so this is goin under a cut

1st is Victrola, my retired player character from The Veil, a campaign run by the lovely and talented @bisexual-mollymauk. she recently reached the conclusion of her story arc and i’m grieving never being able to play her again a little bit... she’s a teenage girl in a cyberpunk future version of detroit with a robotic service dog named Crosley. her parents are music professors and she likes drumming, playing bass guitar, running, and circuses/carnivals. as a child she was involved in an experimental trial without the informed consent of her or her parents, and had a device called a neurochip implanted in her brain. everyone in this futuristic society has one, which allows them to interact with an augmented reality, but hers contained experimental technology that went haywire when she was fourteen. for two years she was dying without knowing why; then when she was sixteen she got involved in Shenanigans and ended up learning the truth behind her illness. to make a very long story short, she teamed up with her new friends to expose the company that experimented on her and then was incorporated into the augmented reality as a sentient but inhuman and fundamentally incomprehensible immortal being. the campaign is a story about late capitalism and unlikely friendship and finding hope in the darkest situations. iirc lydia (our DM) wanted to make a story about what happens when you’re faced with institutional oppression and suffering that you can’t hope to change, and how you keep fighting when there’s no way you can truly solve any of the problems you’re facing. on a personal level, she’s an exploration of my feelings about my own chronic incurable illness, and about the death of my father from terminal illness, my anger and grief and pain and hope. though i’m sad her story is over, it ended in a really satisfying place and i’m just happy to have been able to help tell it. you can listen to her playlist here and view her pinterest aesthetic board here. (picrew credit here)

2nd is Val, my awful memelord child.... they were one of the first tabletop characters i ever played, from Angels of Detroit run by @silver-falling-star. they were pretty much just me but with superpowers, in terms of personality and aesthetics. i’ve grown and changed a lot since their creation (at least in terms of personality, i still dress like a Hot Topic threw up on me) but their game has been on indefinite hiatus for about a long time now so they’re sort of not me anymore, a past me trapped in amber. they’re emotionally volatile from unmanaged PTSD, but very silly. they communicate solely through memes, they use their superpowers to shoplift constantly, and they’re famous on twitch & tiktok along with their twin sibling Flare, played by @1890s-kid.  their backstory is pretty dark; they and their two triplets Flare and Owen started developing powers after a traumatic car crash in eighth grade, and eventually their religious fundamentalist parents found out and tried to burn the witchcraft out of them. flare and val managed to escape and spent the next several years living on the streets of new york city; owen died. they eventually reunited with her as a ghost, but for a long time they grieved her. they joined a superhero team once they hit eighteen, and are now caught up in a mystery involving a murdered teammate. they live off ramen and monster energy drinks, run away from all their problems, and projectile vomit on people who annoy them. i love them. you can listen to a playlist of songs that describe their character arc here and a playlist of songs they would listen to here, and view their pinterest aesthetic board here. 

3rd is Friendship, my baby child. he’s a humanoid voyager probe created by an unnamed spacefaring species of massive benevolent whale-like creatures. he were sent to Earth to explore and learn about the human race, and at first he loved his job. he loved snow and grass and dogs and clouds and people, he loved people most of all. everything he saw was brand new to him and he loved all of it with his entire being. then he learned about pain, and sadness, and death, and war. he’s becoming Disillusioned with the world, and he hangs out with the world’s most dysfunctional group of teenage superheros ever, who are for the most part not the best at helping him through it. he causes a lot of Problems by being naïve and clueless and pacifistic to the extreme. because of some time travel fuckery, he’s now good friends with a teenager that his future self helped raise, and she’s trying to teach him about life in a gentle way. he’s younger than he appears in the picrew; i picture him looking about eight years old. you can listen to his playlist here, and you can view his pinterest aesthetic board here. 

4th and 5th are Sam/Beastie. she’s a murdered middle schooler who spontaneously resurrected into a huge horrible bird monster. when she was alive, she was a popular and athletic middle schooler who ran track and played pranks on her classmates with the help of her genius best friend, Sasha, created by @b-oredzoi. then one night she snuck out to walk to Sasha’s house, and along the way was kidnapped and brutally murdered. her corpse was dumped in a shallow grave in the woods, and after a few hours it shuddered and gasped and transformed into an alive but monstrous and memoryless creature that would come to be known as Beastie. she eventually reunited with Sasha a few years later, but Sasha didn’t recognize her and she didn’t remember Sasha. they ended up fighting crime together, and at some point Sasha realized who Beastie used to be, but doesn’t know how to change her back or if her former best friend is even still in there. (picrew credit here)

i have more OCs but these are my favorites... if you have read this far congratulations, you are a brave soul. i tag @rotwhyler @b-oredzoi @bisexual-mollymauk @silver-falling-star @1890s-kid and anyone else who wants to do it

#possum talk #possum ocs #val drefan #victrola ro #long post #tabletoppin #sam rosenthal #friendship the robot