#i swear I am done promoting it after this post

[dearmura]

new hair, who dis?

☆ cw. some swearing, (not beta read)

☆ pairings. idol! Ni-Ki × fem! reader

☆ synopsis. Jokingly replying to Ni-Ki's latest post, you expected to be left on sent for the rest of life. Instead, you get a reply back...you're joking right?

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

You sigh to yourself for the nth time that past hour, scrolling mindlessly in utter boredom. An image posted a few days ago catches your eye, one of Ni-Ki with his new blond hair. You scoff, could the company make it any more obvious they're having a comeback?

As much as you loved the new look, you couldn't deny your love for his previous Oreo hair. With a pout, you repost the picture, captioning to your few followers how much you hate hybe for changing his hair

As your eyes shift to the clock, you hiss, realizing how unproductive you're being

Peeling yourself away from your pillows, you shuffle your way into your kitchen, practically dragging yourself to your fridge with how lazy you're feeling

Grabbing a bottle of water, you bring it to your lips, about to take a sip when a buzz is heard from your phone

Not having any human interaction that day, you opted for checking the source, guessing somebody messaged you. Not to your surprise, it was nobody, but rather a notification indicating enhypen had made a new post

With enhypen's lack of content in-between promotional periods, you were thrilled to see an update. Shuffling back into your room, you lay back on your bed, clicking the post

You mentally squeal at the image of Ni-Ki posing for a selfie, double tapping your screen with so much enthusiasm one would've thought he'd come to life if you did so. In the midst of your fangirling, you came up with quite the stupidest, most delulu idea ever. To be fair, you had nothing to do, what else could a girl do to keep herself busy?

Opening up your dms, you search for Ni-ki's profile. You're hopeless, really

You scoff at yourself

Clicking on his profile, you conjure up quite the worst first message ever, failing at an attempt to be funny

Wait...have we met before? Cuz you look a lot like my future boyfriend

Before you back out of it out of pure cringe, you click send, immediately throwing your phone to the other side of your bed. You knew that idols don't even open their dms but the embarrassment lingered, nevertheless

After a few minutes of self-hatred, you open up your phone again, too bored to continue staring at the ceiling. Taking another sip of water, you hear a second buzz

You spray water all over your bed at the notification before your eyes. You slapped yourself to make sure you weren't seeing things, unfortunately, the sting on your skin confirmed your greatest fear that you were, in fact, not in a nightmare

I've got to admit, you've wooed me with that one

You scream into your pillow in pure embarrassment, avoiding the situation you got yourself into for a second

Your heart clenches once more when you hear another dreadful buzz

Leaving me on seen now? I thought you were interested, darling😞

You almost scoff at how dumb you looked right now. Nevertheless, you begin typing to not upset him further

If you're a hacker, this guy isn't even that famous, it's not worth it

You joke in hopes of lightening the mood, more for yourself though

Ouch

I come in peace

You giggle to yourself, still not processing your chat with THE nishimura riki

Sorry bub, if it makes you feel any better, I love your new hair, its almost as pretty as you

Almost

You don't know where all this confidence came from but all you know is that you're very obviously flirting with a literal idol. What have you done with your life...

Never thought I'd like being called pretty but here I am

He answered back wittily, making you scoff

Just as you're about to respond, your phone notifies you of a follow request...from him?

How about we make this our little secret, yea?

He texts almost immediately after the notification. Not entirely believing the current situation, you reply

Enough messing around

If you're gonna hack his account, just enjoy your followers and leave me alone

Rather than a text, you receive an image as a reply. A selfie. Of Ni-ki. One you know for a fact he's never posted on any socials

Yea? And what if I told you I wasn't a hacker, princess?

You almost cry, realizing your stupid pick up lines and attempts at jokes were actually received by the real Ni-Ki. Hesitantly, you accept the follow request

Yes, you were embarrassed, but who were you to pass up the opportunity?

Thanks babe😘

He texts back teasingly

Your story from earlier that day pops up with a reply underneath, knowing immediately you were screwed

Wait what happened to liking my hair, princess???

You really hurt my feelings:(((

Blushing in embarrassment for the nth time that day, you couldn't help but want to shrivel up into a ball and die already

Oh God

I'm so sorry

I didn't expect you to see that

I really like your hair

It looks really good on you

Fuck I'm sorry

You panic, tears coming to your eyes, hit with the realization you just offended your idol. Before you could beat yourself up further, you hear another buzz

No worries princess, I like my old hair better too:((

Though I am still a little hurt

Don't think I'll forgive you for that one love😞

Maybe if you take me out I can leave it behind us...

You practically cry at this point. Was he trying to flirt with you? And lowkey asking you out? Knowing you weren't in the right state of mind, you ignore your thoughts, opting for leaving this problem for future you

I uh need to go to bed

Good night, I hope I didn't bother you

You mentally curse at yourself for how stupid you sound

Oh love you could never bother me if you tried

I'll be expecting a reply on that offer next time;)

Sweet dreams angel

Next time? God you were about to throw up. You quickly like his message before throwing your phone, utterly flabbergasted at what just happened. You squeeze your eyes shut, praying what just happened was some weird dream

Fin

Author's note: Wrote this for a drabble request but clearly got too into it🥹🥹

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #ni ki enhypen #niki fluff #niki x reader #niki x you #nishimura niki #enha x reader #enha imagines #enha fluff

[sherifftillman]

busy streets and busy lives • ralph penbury x reader

A strange day at work gets even stranger when you meet a man who claims he's from 1926. With no certainty as to when he can get back, you decide to take him in until that time arrives.

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Tags: Timewasters (series), modern!au, slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love™, fluff, some angst, swearing and mentions of adult themes throughout, eventual adult content, alcohol content, penbury is a fanon surname

Word count: 4.2k

A/N: Aaaaaand THIS is where the real good stuff starts! Sorry for all the other posts, just had to start getting the ball rolling. I am aware that since this is taking place in modern London, there may well be slang used that people don't necessarily recognise. If you'd like me to make a glossary of some kind, hit me up!! I hope you enjoy Ralph In The Future as much as I do <3

"Bet it feels strange being behind here again, doesn't it?" the customer asks you. It's an older woman, you don't particularly recognise her, but she certainly seems to know you well enough to know you've been promoted since you first started working here.

You force a smile, "Not really! Sometimes the floor just needs an extra pair of hands, and it helps me know what's working and what isn't for my staff and my customers, so," you shrug.

"Yeah, I don't envy you, still working at a time when nobody wants to work," she shakes her head.

You press your lips together tightly. There are so many arguments you could make right now, but already trying to juggle two roles is taxing enough. Instead you simply tell the woman her total and ring her through. Once again adorning your best customer service smile, you thank her for her custom and send her on her way.

"D'you think she's ever worked a customer service job in her life?" Your shop floor assistant asks as they re-fold their display shirts.

You shake your head, "I think… Cushty little secretary job at her dad's business, at first. Never had to pay rent, got married to the first guy at that job to pay her attention, got a council house nice and early and spawned a couple of kids just to stop him from walking."

They let out a wide-eyed, long-drawn breath, "Daaamn, someone woke up on the salty side of the bed this morning!"

You chuckle humourlessly, "That doesn't even make sense. And yeah, sorry, it just… Really sucks that I've got major shit to do this week, but I can't just let you do all the work out here on your own, not with Karens like that around."

"Can't you get your friend to come down and cover? Or to do your manager shit on their next shift?" 

"Nah, it's gotta be me. And they can't come in today because of their other job, so I'm gonna do it as overtime," you explain dejectedly.

"You're doing great, champ!" they sidle up to you to gently punch you in the shoulder encouragingly.

"Hey now, kiddo, I'm the manager here, I need to be motivating you!"

"Nah, you're sales right now. You're just as good as the rest of us common muck," they tease, and you stick your tongue out at them.

The day drags, and the quality of customers certainly doesn’t improve. A man who thinks he can return an item without a receipt. A woman who insists on ordering an item that’s no longer available because she saw a friend wearing it just last week. Children. 

And sure, maybe now, at 5:40pm, the customer of your dreams could walk in through the front door. But you and your coworker are exhausted, and this is the kind of shit you always wanted to become a manager to do. Taking one last look up and down the almost empty high street, save for the ones who are heading to the Wetherspoons on the corner, you decide to start the closing process early.

You manage to finish a little after 6pm, and you consider just getting all of your admin stuff done while you’re here, but also, you really can’t stand the sight of these four walls much longer. You figure you’ll just go to the coffee shop nearby, get yourself an iced latte for the walk home and think about what kind of takeaway you’ll be craving once you get back to your flat. No cooking. Not tonight.

You’re well into a mental debate about whether you’d rather have a chow mein or a biryani when something else piques your interest. There’s a man in front of you in some kind of costume. It’s either really old-school military, or… Safari explorer. Maybe he’s one of those live re-enactors. Maybe he works at the zoo. Maybe he’s just one of those quirked-up little guys. You get your phone out to text your friends, ready to ask them if they’ve seen anyone dressed similarly before, but as you continue walking you collide with something.

Someone. Your flimsy plastic cup gets crushed immediately upon the impact, pouring ice cold coffee down the strangely-dressed man’s back. Your first instinct is to shout, “Watch it!”

The man jumps out of his skin, either at your words or the ice cubes soaking his back. He spins around to look at you like a deer in headlights. Eyes like giant chocolate buttons stare you down. If he’s supposed to be dressed as an Army boy, he does not have the face to convince me, you think. Unless the message they’re sending is that literally anyone could get drafted.

“You alright?” you ask, eyes narrowing and head cocking as you study him.

“Ah - um - oh, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! This was absolutely my fault, I’m just - I’m so lost, and I was trying to find a man and now he’s gone and - oh, blast, stupid Ralph, you’ve really gone and done it now!” the man flusters, looking in every direction except at you.

You whistle and click your fingers at his eye level. “Hey, Bambi! Focus. It’s okay.”

He moves his head back to scrunch his face at you in confusion. “Bambi?”

You smirk, “Yeah, you’re like a baby deer right now. You said you’re lost? Where’re you trying to get to?”

“Uh, well, I suppose I should try and find my home, um… Penbury House?” he asks tentatively.

You kiss your teeth a few times as you think of where you’ve heard that name before. “Oh!” You look at him, puzzled. “You sure that’s your house?”

“Well, my name is Ralph Penbury, so…” he wiggles his shoulders from side to side before shrugging. You appreciate the extra flair.

“Right, but Penbury House is the name of the place they turned into a Waterstone’s,” you explain. He looks lost again, so you explain, “Waterstone’s is a bookstore.”

Ralph scoffs, “Oh, pish-posh, my home has not become a bookstore! That would be quite preposterous!”

So far your entire interaction with this strange man has been a tennis match of bewilderment, just exchanging expressions back and forth. “Are you, like… On something, mate? Do you need me to get you somewhere safe?”

“I want to go home, please! And not a… Bookstore, my real, actual home!” He’s starting to sound quite overwhelmed now, so you take a step back.

“Okay, okay. It’s okay. We can calm down. You mentioned looking for a man? Do you know this man?”

“Well, not personally, but I travelled here with him. About yea tall,” he holds his hand just in line with his eyebrows, “very old. Silent man. Hair just past his ears. Looks, um. Unwashed.”

Your eyebrows raise in realisation. “Ah, Homeless Pete!” Makes sense that Pete and his crew would be involved somehow. “Shall we go and find him?”

“Do you know where he is?!” Ralph asks, his expression lighting up. He may be dressed like an absolute twat, but you can’t deny his adorable little puppy-dog face.

“I know where he hangs out, we can go see if he’s there?” you ask, and Ralph nods. “C’mon,” you jerk your head in the direction towards where you know Homeless Pete tends to hang out when he’s not walking the streets. You wonder what ol’ H.P. (as your friends call him) could have given his poor boy to make him trip like this. “So, uh, quick question. Sorry, I completely forgot. What’s the full date today?”

“Well, the last I checked, it was September the 7th, 1926,” he replies simply. You stop in your tracks, and he looks back at you with a frown. “What’s the matter?”

“N-nothing, nothing,” you shake your head and carry on walking. This poor boy must be on something pretty damn strong. “Let’s get you to H.P, yeah?” Just to find out what he’s taken. Then it’s straight to the hospital.

Ralph inhales so loudly that a guttural sound forms in his throat. “Oh my goodness! Do you think - am I in - the future?” He grips your arm tightly. “Was the lift a time machine, perhaps?”

“Maybe,” you tap his hand lightly with your own as you keep walking with him, "considering that it's September the 7th, 2022." Normally, you would be throwing any stranger that hugged your arm like Ralph now is to the ground, but there’s just something about him. Either he plays the innocent human puppy role far better than any indie boy that’s ever tried to hit on you on a night out, or he really is just going through it.

You eventually reach the underpass where a large part of the local homeless population gather, and sure enough, there is Pete himself, sat between two shopping trolleys. He spots the two of you and immediately bursts into laughter. “What the fuck, H.P?!” you yell. “You’re usually chill, what have you done to this poor boy?!”

“‘M not a boy, I’m a grown man, thank you,” Ralph mutters into your shoulder.

“‘Course you are, babe,” you murmur sarcastically as you nod at him, before once again turning to Pete. “Well?! You’ve got him talking about - about time machines, and the 1920s, I mean, just look at how the poor sod’s dressed!” Pete’s eyes widen as he waggles his finger at you, as though you’re both in a game of charades and you’re on the right track. You turn to one of the people Pete lives amongst, “What’s he been on today?”

The other person shakes their head. “Nothing, swear down! Besides, he’s a proper tight-arse, he wouldn’t go ‘round drugging any fucker going. ‘Specially not a toff like that,” they snort with laughter as they point to Ralph.

You look back to Homeless Pete. “So, you’re telling me. Time travel is fucking real.” Pete nods. “And you were in 1926, and you dragged this sad sack of shit out here with you, with no context.”

“You know I can hear you,” Ralph points out indignantly, but still quietly and still from the safety of behind your shoulder. His arms are still wrapped around yours, too.

“Yeah, but look at you, mate. You’re not exactly getting us answers as to how to get you back to… Wherever we get you back to,” you explain before once again turning to Pete. “Where is this… Time machine? Ralph said something about a lift.” Pete snarls as he gestures over to a block of flats you vaguely recognise. “So we go there, get him back in the lift, and then what? Is there a button, or a combination, or -?” Pete moves his hand from side to side. “And what does that mean, is it a random button each time?” Again, it feels like you’re in a game of charades as he silently tells you you’re on the right track. “Is the random part right?” Nod. “So, it’s not about the button, but… The floor you get on?” A shake of the head. “Is it just at random times?” Nod. “So, how do you know when to go back to it?” He shrugs, then points to his temple. “What, you get some kind of vibe, some Spidey sense?” He nods with an upside down smile. You sigh. “So we don’t know when Ralph here can get back.” A shake of the head.

“Do I have to stay here with him, then?” Ralph asks you sadly.

You sigh again. “No, c’mon. I guess you won’t want Chinese or Indian, we’ll just get a chippy dinner on the way home.” You start walking in the other direction, and Ralph quickly paces to catch up with you.

“A chippy dinner?” he asks, baffled.

“Yeah! Like fish and chips? They had that in the 20s, surely?” you reply.

“Well, yes, I suppose, but we only ever had it at the seaside,” he cocks his head as though reminiscing fondly. It only accentuates the cuteness of his whole face.

“Think you can be a big boy again now, or do you still wanna hold on?” you ask, outstretching your arm. He doesn’t appear to blush in the conventional sense, but his ears do flush a bright pink. Even more adorable. Fuck. Remember, he’s technically like a hundred years older than you. He slinks one arm around yours and you pull him in tightly by pressing your own arms towards your torso. “There we go. Now I can make sure I’m guiding you so that hopefully you don’t get bumped into anymore.”

“I think I’ve certainly learned my lesson in not standing still in front of people!” Ralph jokes, making you genuinely laugh for the first time all day. It feels strange, you can feel every muscle in your face move with it. But you also feel the weight on your chest lifting, too. You’d been at boiling point all day at work, and discovering a time-traveller wasn’t exactly helping you to simmer down. But you can make this work. He’s just an… Eccentric, extremely sheltered family friend who’s staying with you for a short while. That’s what you’ll tell anyone who asks.

“Yeah, you’ve learned that if you do, some dickhead’ll throw their iced coffee all over your back!” you laugh.

Ralph frowns, “You’re not a - a one of those, at all! You’re very nice to take me in like this. Most people seemed to think I belonged in a jungle.”

“Yeah, the old school military uniform kinda looks more… Safari explorer, these days,” you explain.

Ralph’s eyes light up. “Someone finally recognises the Army uniform for what it is!”

“Yeah, I thought I recognised it from when we went to the War Museum for school once. That was the kind of get-up they used to wear in the First World War.” You trip over your own feet a little as Ralph once again halts to anchor you to him, despite what he’s just said. He looks… Distraught. “Alright, mate?”

“Why did you say… First World War?" He asks with fear in his voice. "We won the Great War to restore the - the balance of power, how long did that last?!” He looks at you, dumbfounded.

You hiss air through your teeth. “Oh, boy. Yeah, there’s a lot that’s happened in the last century. I don’t know if it’s such a good idea telling you all of it, since once you get back, it’ll be your future, so…” You contemplate. “We’ll just keep all the questions you have to stuff you’ll need to get by in the here and now, alright? Anything you learn about history, just try and let it go over your head,” you pull him forwards gently and he falls back into step with you.

“One question I have about the here and now,” Ralph starts, and you look over at him. He makes eye contact with you to ask, “What exactly is your name?”

Laughing again, you tell him. “Sorry, I really should have led with that, shouldn’t I! It’s been a long day."

“I’ll say. About a hundred-odd years long!” A giggle bubbles out from Ralph’s lips and it makes you snicker, too.

“You’re a funny one, Penbury. For an old sod, at least,” you push your shoulder into his before leading him into the chip shop. “So, are you a fish guy, sausage, fishcake, pie?”

Ralph looks at all the options in the serving counter with an upturned nose. “What’s that one?” he asks, pressing his finger against the glass.

You look over and answer, “Battered sausage. Sausage, but in the batter they cook the fish in. Bloody lovely,” you smile wistfully. 

“I might just stick to the classic cod and chips, thank you,” Ralph mutters under his breath as he stares around the small room in fascination. You order on behalf of the pair of you and take the bag from the server with a grateful smile. Ralph notices and plasters one on as well, though his definitely comes off as more fake. He basically attaches himself to your arm again the second you’re out of the door, as though you’re bound together magnetically, and you guide him to the tower block that contains your pokey little flat.

After spending several minutes convincing Ralph that the lift isn’t going to suck him into another time period, and that he’s more than welcome to traipse up all the stairs that lead to the ninth floor, he relents and stands in the lift with you, though he stands so close that you’d think his goal was for you to wear him. Brushing against his chest feels nice, though. Shut up, you’re just touch-starved. This is not your ticket out of your dry spell. This is a fever dream.

Once you’re in your flat, you quickly dig out whatever men's clothes you have laying around - some sweatpants and a white T-shirt, and you throw them at him. "Just to get out of your dirty clothes while I plate up, eat before this gets cold, then you can go shower. I'm sure there's some boxers in my pyjama drawer you could use, too, I'll find those for you in a bit." You point to your bathroom and he quietly complies.

You could've just eaten the meals straight from their wrapper, the way you always do. But you figured Ralph has had enough culture shocks as it is, you'll give him the decency of eating from a plate. Besides, spending your night with a man dressed in 1920s army gear who's eating fish and chips out of some paper on his lap might just be enough of a sight to tell you to get yourself checked into the psych ward at the earliest convenience. At least you can try and create some kind of normalcy in this moment.

A quick Google search tells you television wasn't around in 1926, so you don't want to expose him to that tonight, too. Give it a day, maybe. You could play some old-time-y music on your Echo but you're not sure what he'd want to listen to. Instead, once you're both sat on the sofa together, you make conversation with him about his past as you eat. He tells you about how the Penburys were known socialites, how he and his sister had pretty much the same group of friends, how they had recently found friends in a rather special group of people, one of which he'd fallen head over heels for, just for her to reject him, and his heartbreak caused him to join the Army, which he hated.

"It's rather funny, you know," Ralph adds. "People here talk very similarly to Lauren and the others. I wonder if they exist in this time, too."

You start piecing things together. "Lauren… Plays jazz… She the drummer in this little quartet?" Ralph nods, his eyes wide. "Kinda short, has a brother called Nick?"

"Nicholas, yes! He's tall and he wears thick glasses! You know them?!" Ralph asks excitedly.

"Yeah, Nick was in my class all through high school! Always used to fancy him," you reminisce happily before stifling a laugh. "Wait, wait. So you mean to tell me that this Lauren you're besotted with is - is Little Lauren? Oh, you poor, sweet boy."

He looks offended. "Why would you think that that’s such a bad thing?!"

"Mate, I've known you five minutes and even I know Lauren would chew you up and spit you out," you look at him sympathetically. "And you're not gonna be able to change her on that. Unless you're into all that kinda stuff," your nose turns up a little as you joke, just to get a reaction from him.

Sure enough, there go the illusive colour-changing ears. He sputters, "W- I - I don’- I’m no- That is no appropriate discussion topic over dinner!” and you collapse into a fit of giggles, falling into him a little.

“Oh, lighten up, Ralph. Things are far less proper round here, that was nothing,” you explain, to his horror.

Once you’re both finished eating, you grab a clean pair of boxers from your pyjama drawer and toss them into the bathroom, gesturing to Ralph with your head that that’s where he ought to go. “Sorry you’re gonna have to use your finger as a toothbrush tonight, I’ve not got any extras of those, but -”

“Oh, all of this is already above and beyond! Even taking me in, I - I hope you understand how truly grateful I am, and with your patience acclimating me to… All this,” Ralph gestures around with his hands.

You nod with a soft smile. “Uh, give the shower a few minutes to run, though. Goes from freezing to scalding and then you’ve just sort of gotta… Keep fiddling with it. You’ll figure it out, I’m sure.”

The various screeches you hear from behind the closed door suggest that he is not as successful in figuring out the shower as you’d hoped. While he showers, you do a little more digging. Thankful that your mum’s weird obsession with your family tree may finally come in handy, you ask for the login to her online ancestry account. Tapping through to the census search, you type the name ralph penbury and set the dates between around 1890 and 1930 to look for any documentations of birth - or death. Sure enough, an entry pops up: 

Ralph Penbury - Date of birth: 01/02/1901 - Parents: William and Delilah Penbury - Occupation: Private in the Armed Forces - Death: Announced 19/09/1926 - MIA, presumed dead

You frown at the result. Was Ralph always doomed to go missing in action, you wonder? Is he only presumed as such because he’s travelled through time? His existence hasn’t been completely erased by the trip, obviously, but how much of this was affected by it? It hurts your head to try and think about. But at least you know when his birthday is. It’s still a few months away by all accounts, you may not even get to celebrate it with him. You still make a note of it in your phone.

Ralph soon emerges from the bathroom, and the sight causes your breath to catch in the back of your throat. He already had a certain cuteness about him, but as he rubs his hair dry with the towel, his damp natural curls stick out in all directions. Some facial hair and a neck chain or two, and he’d be exactly the kind of guy you’d let break your heart in a smoking area. He studies your face carefully as you’re staring at him. “Is there something wrong?”

“No!” you snap yourself out of your trance quickly. “No, not at all. Um, you can - you can take the bed. If you want. Get a good night’s sleep.”

Ralph gasps in horror, “I could never! I am simply a guest, I must insis-”

“And I must insist that you’ve literally travelled almost a hundred years to be here. Who knows when you’re gonna be here until, so… I don’t mind. I can sleep on the sofa for now, I promise,” you smile. “Just let me get in there real quick to get changed myself too, yeah?” Despite still standing in the bathroom doorway, and therefore not in the way of your bedroom, Ralph still steps aside and gestures towards it for you.

You change into a tank top and trousers combo, grab a blanket and some cushions out from your wardrobe, and head back into the living area. “Are you decent?” Ralph asks, his eyes squeezed.

You laugh, “Down, boy, I wasn’t exactly going to come out in my birthday suit, was I?! Yes, I am, you can look.”

He opens his eyes, takes one look at you, and yelps before covering his face with his hands. “You said you were decent!”

You look down at yourself, confused. Sure, the top is well-fitting, but you don’t think it’s indecent at all. You walk over to him and pull his wrists down. His eyes are once again shut tightly. “Ralph. It’s okay. I promise. Again, this is absolutely fine and modest in these times. Unless you want to stick out like a sore thumb, you’ll have to get used to it,” you shrug, letting go of him. He opens his eyes slowly and his breath shudders as he quickly jolts away.

“Okay, very well. I’ll try my hardest,” he nods, though he seems to be making the effort to keep his jaw up to maintain a high eyeline. “Are you sure you’ll be okay sleeping out here?”

You sigh, repeating once again, “Yes, Ralph, I’ll be fine. Go get some rest. You’ve had a big day.”

“Yes, very well. Erm,” he ducks his head down and to the side for a split second, as though to kiss your cheek, before stopping himself and once again raising his head high, his eyes wide and his ears pink. He clears his throat. “Thank you, again. Good night.”

“G’night, mate. Sleep well,” you pat his arm and start setting up the sofa for the night as he enters your bedroom and closes the door behind him.

You stick the TV on, not really caring what’s playing as it only really serves as background noise, and turn your lights off. The glows of the television screen and your phone screen illuminate the room as you search for any other evidence of time travel. Nothing that matched Ralph’s story comes up. You’re somewhere deep into a conspiracy theory about someone with a mobile phone being spotted at a Charlie Chaplin premiere when you finally drift off to sleep.

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[rhupdates]

I quit. Half a year too long of supporting and promoting what is clearly wrong.

TW swearing, performative activism

So. Recently I've learned quite a bit of information that I did not acknowledge until far too late into my burnout. This post is intended to sum it up, explain my choices and spread the word. I'm no longer going to be covering Royale High updates, I'm quitting the game and I am refusing to enter it even to check out anything new. The blog will be kept to archive that which was posted.

Details, distasteful language, rant and sources below.

Royale High was my childhood game. I always idolized the developers, believing that they are just like me, designing something that they love for others to enjoy. I was a young fool, unaware of what was actually happening behind the curtains on software I never touched. I liked participating in the community, I liked being helpful, I liked getting back home from school every day to play it with my friends.

That was then. And this is now.

I've dug into some areas to look for more details regarding the upcoming waves for the new school, and I've found some unsettling things on the bird app that I cannot quite get over. This includes the following: (note: this is all old. i am behind the times. however, it is still very much an issue and nothing has changed.)

Performative activism during 2022 Valentine's Event - still not settled. You may have heard what happened during 2021's event, but you may not know that multiple black creators and activists were asked for their help with the BHM stand. None of their work was accepted by nightbarbie, and a part 2 for that part of the event was cancelled with barely no communication to the team contracted for it. Sources: twitter, wayback

Over 400 people were not paid properly after making faces, clothes and hair textures for Royale High. For a game that makes thousands DAILY off of their work, they should at least return some of that money to artists who carry their success. Diamonds, badges and lofty 'exposure' does not pay the bills or fill the belly. A majority of the people who submit their work are minors, and they do not know better. They think that compensation in exposure is enough - and oftentimes, they don't even receive that. Here is a spreadsheet of all the unpaid artists.

Possibly silencing people speaking up against them on the basis of the in-game Code of Conduct!!! Despite me agreeing with safety policies to protect younger people, the way that it is worded allows the developers to ban the community for saying anything that they don't like. If anything, that should have been the biggest waving red flag for me from the very beginning.

I'm done with this fucking dev team, done with the community, done with the economy, done with everything being pushed back and back to cover ANY form of dissidence. I'm not going to handle this anymore! I quit!

#READ THIS. NOW. #rh updates #royale high #not update

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Ex Libris

Author: marbleflan

Artist: Djedo

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel, mentions of past Dean Winchester/Lisa Braeden

Length: 25000

Warnings: Brief depictions of racism and sexism

Tags: mutual pining, established relationship, secret relationship, smart Dean, misunderstandings

Posting Date: October 3, 2022

Summary: Dean and Cas have been meeting up, and hooking up, at the New York Antiquarian Book Fair for going on ten years. Just when Dean thinks they might be able to evolve into something more, Cas drops some news that could spell the end of their relationship once and for all. Will their personal and professional lives keep pulling them apart, or can they make this crazy long distance, cross country casual affair into a commitment worth fighting for? Featuring Dean as a counter-culture bookseller with an encyclopedic knowledge of 20th century duplicating technologies and Cas as a beleaguered curator plagued by library bureaucracy.

Excerpt: “That’s real rich, Cas,” Dean says, his voice sounding hot and defensive in his own ears. “These past few years ain’t exactly been the gravy train for me. Me and Sammy are living as close to the bone as we can. We almost couldn’t afford to exhibit this year—wouldn’t have, if it wasn’t for Benny. We can’t all be lucky bastards who luck into jobs we aren’t even trying to get.” For a second, Cas’s eyes blaze brighter, and it looks like Cas is gonna hit back, like they’re gonna have it out. Dean’s ready for it. He’s primed. He and Cas have never fought before, they’ve always had better ways to release tension, but he’s ready to fight. Then, like letting air out of a balloon, Cas just deflates. His eyes dart to the side and then back to Dean’s, and a small, tired smile plays around his lips. “Maybe you should sell the Ulysses,” he says, and despite himself Dean huffs out a laugh. There’s a pregnant pause where they both just stare at each other. “Can I ask you something, Dean?” Cas says after a beat. Dean crosses his arms and gives Cas a tight nod. “Do you think it’s a mistake, taking this promotion? It’s just… you’re right. I wasn’t trying to get this job. When you and I first met, I never really thought I’d get to where I am, a curator. I thought I’d probably struggle for a few years, utterly fail, and end up moving back into my parents’ basement.” Dean walks over to the bed and sits beside Cas. After a moment of silence he reaches over and takes Cas’s hand. Cas has great hands–long fingers, strong and masculine. Dean’s always loved Cas’s hands. “Isn’t this promotion kind of the opposite of failing?” “Maybe there’s more than two options. Maybe it’s not just failure or success. Maybe,” Cas looks down at their clasped hands. “Maybe there are some things you have to decide to choose.” Dean swallows, painfully aware that he’s not something Cas has decided to choose for himself.  “Just because something is unexpected doesn’t mean it’s the wrong thing,” Dean says. “If we could plan everything, control everything–I don’t know man. Sounds pretty boring.” This time when he winks, Cas sees it and it draws a shy smile to his face.  Cas leans forward, and effortlessly, without any conscious thought on his part, Dean meets him halfway. They kiss. It’s slow and thoughtful. Intimate. It feels like something they’ve done a hundred times before, although Dean would swear they’ve never kissed quite like this before. Never this sweetly. Never this deeply. 

DCBB 2022 Posting Schedule

#dcbb 2022 #fic preview #2022 promo #deancas #destiel

[kenneth-omega]

The Fear of Falling in Love

// Part 1 // Part 2 //

A Kenny Omega Short Fic

**EDITED 27/08/22**

Pairing: Kenny Omega x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a family friend of The Young Bucks who, like Matt and Nick, also became obsessed with wrestling from a young age. During Kenny’s absence from screen you were sourced into AEW by the Bucks and brought into the Undisputed Elite faction. Following the recent fall out between Adam Cole/reDragon and the Bucks over the upcoming Trios tournament you finally get to meet the great Kenny Omega. You eventually become locked into a storyline that starts out fun and harmless but soon turns sour at the prospect of real feelings being hurt and relationships tarnished.

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Warnings: swearing (there will be more warnings to come in future parts), pure panting over kenny fuckin’ omega tbh

Word count: 1.9K

A/N: In honour of our wrestling lord and saviour ✨Kenneth Omega✨ returning to our screens this week on Dynamite I’ve decided to pull my dusty forgotten ass out of the shadows and write for him.

This short fic will have 5 parts in total!! (In this fic I am pre-empting what I think is gonna happen during the Trios Tournament and some things ((such as certain wrestlers currently off injured)) aren’t accurate to the current events, so please be gentle with me! 😊 Just think of this as an AU if it helps.)  Also, reader’s wrestling name is Cori but is called Y/N when not being referred to as Cori. There will be some personal names used but I’ll add these for each chapter where relevant like I have done below!

For Reference:

“All Ego” Ethan Page is Julian

Cori “The Alpha” Dacre is Y/N

You were excited to meet him. Understandably.

Despite your constant friendship with Matt and Nick which had remained alive for the many years since you’d moved to Canada as a teenager, you had never had the time nor the need to meet their current ring buddy and long-time pal Kenny Omega.

When you got the call back in December of last year from Matt asking if you’d want to sign with their own company All Elite Wrestling you had no idea just how ingrained into the company and their little faction you would become. Following your leave from the indie promotion you’d been wrestling for in Ontario, you hopped onto the first available flight down to Texas where their Wednesday night show Dynamite was being taped.

Matt had organised you a hotel for the night, with Nick arranging for you to meet the CEO Tony Khan.

“We’re not gonna throw you into a match, honestly, this is just a taster for you to come down, check out what we’re about and speak to Tony. Who’s a really great guy when you eventually get to meet him.” Matt reassured you down the phone the evening before.

Even though AEW was co-created by your friends, you were still extremely nervous. This would be the biggest company you had worked for, should everything go smoothly.

You hadn’t had much time to dwell on the details and the complications of coming back to the US to wrestle, having made most your career in the promotions back in Canada you were truly an indie darling.

“Which is why the fans are gonna love you even more.” Nick had patted you on the back encouragingly as you walked backstage at the show, heading towards a skinny, curly-haired man with a large headset on and a tablet in his hand.

From there on you’d shook hands, made small talk and watched the show beside Tony Khan and the Bucks. At the end of the show Tony had extended to you an offer of employment with AEW after seeing your interest.

From then on you’d started out with a couple of test matches on AEW Dark which had gained you decent praise and reactions from fans. With Tony satisfied in your capabilities and your talent, he gave the green light to get you straight onto Dynamite. Your debut came on the first Dynamite of the new year, where you cut yourself a sweet and short promo calling out Jade Cargill following her win over Ruby Soho.

There you introduced yourself under your new persona, having decided to shed the indie nickname from back home.

“And just who the hell do you think you are to come at that bitch on my show?” Jade sneered down the mic, her retained title belt proudly slung over her shoulder.

With a roll of your eyes and a determined grin, you spoke clearly into your own mic. “I’m Cori Dacre. The Alpha of the women’s division and soon to be the new TBS Champion.”

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“Cori! Hello?!” A hand waves in your face impatiently. Snapping from your stupor you gaze up to see who had rudely pulled you out from your daydreams. It was Ethan, holding his plate of breakfast from the hotel’s self-catering buffet.

“Hello Julian.” You chide as he takes a seat beside you. Your own plate didn’t look as appetising as his, with a bland portion of porridge and some pieces of jam covered toast.

“Wow, who pissed in your coffee this morning? You hardly ever call me that unless your upset, angry or just trying to wind me up.” Ethan counts on his fingers as he reels off the list, looking at you with an eyebrow raised in silent question.

“No one, I’m just...nervous.” You grumble, poking the wobbly gruel with your spoon and scrunching your nose up in disgust. It had practically solidified at this point and was past salvageable, you sigh and pick up one of the slices of toast instead.

“Remind me to note nervous down on the list for future reference,” Ethan jokes, catching a deathly glare from you. “...So who’s making you nervous? Want me to go beat ‘em up?” He offers, although he seems far too absorbed in his breakfast to be of any use for beating up people.

You shake your head, partially in response to him and partially due to the fact that the cold piece of toast was scratchy and tough going down your throat.

“Who said it was someone making me nervous?” You scoff, getting up from the table with your plate and heading back to the buffet, ditching the half-attempted breakfast for favour of a clean plate.

Scanning the different trays and pots of hot food you settle on some scrambled eggs, beans and another coffee.

“Are you seriously gonna try and lie to me Y/N?” Ethan’s voice echoes right beside you, causing you to fumble with your plate that you have balanced on one hand as you try to pour your coffee with the other.

“Fuck!” You hiss, keeping the plate steady and giving Ethan a look that could kill. “How about next time you wait for me to come back to the table instead of scaring the soul out of my body whilst I’m handling hot things!” You shove the plate in front of his face in a furious gesture.

Ethan grins and takes the plate from you, taking it back to the table as you grip onto your newly poured coffee like Gollum.

“I could have, but you would have just tried to move on from the subject and try distract me with new toys or something else equally as interesting. Besides, you know I’m always here for you, whether it’s back in good ol’ Canada or here in AEW. If someone’s bugging you then you can tell me.” He offers a gentle hand on your arm as he sets your plate down, before taking his seat and continuing with his own plate.

You slump into your chair and cast a steady eye around the room, mindful of the other talent that were here. Many were just minding their own business and no one seemed the least bit interested in you right now.

“I'm...meeting Kenny Omega today.” You mutter, waiting for Ethan’s response.

He raises his eyebrows as he chews on a mouthful and ponders your statement for a few seconds.

“You’ve not met Kenny before? I would’ve thought that being from Canada and what with you and the Bucks it’d have happened already.”

You shake your head, just as surprised yourself that it hadn't happened either.

“You know how much I’ve enjoyed this year right? The whole storyline with the Undisputed Elite has been great fun and me being recruited into the faction by Matt and Nick has given me such an amazing boost. But...what if Kenny hates me? What if I don’t fit into the Elite with him coming back and he wants me out?”

Ethan nods slowly as you begin to spiral into a tirade of self-doubting questions that you had yet to ask aloud to anyone. You couldn’t even bring yourself to speak to the Bucks about this.

“Are you sure you’re not just nervous about being around him? I know you’ve never met the guy but you’ve always spoke very admirably about him...as a wrestler, obviously.” Ethan adds the last part when he notices the narrow-eyed stare being cast his way.

“Obviously.” You repeat, not wanting to entertain the thought of your nerves being related to anything else other than professional. “Of course I’m nervous about that but-”

Ethan slaps your shoulder with the back of his hand repeatedly, his attention firmly focused on something to your right and no longer on the conversation. You follow his gaze and feel your heart soar with adrenaline and fear when you spot who is walking towards you.

A mess of brown and highlighted curls frame a rugged, unshaven face, with steely, blue eyes boring a hole into yours. You would never admit it to a single soul, but Kenny Omega was an extremely attractive man. An extremely attractive man who was also walking straight towards you.

Before he reached the two of you, you felt Ethan nudge your leg with his knee beneath the table and his muttering comment of “Be calm, he’s just a human, he’s gonna love you.”

Not wanting to seem like a deer caught in the headlights you match Kenny’s smile with a welcoming one of your own. When he reaches your table, you actually notice that Matt and Nick had entered the room with him, but the two of them had decided to bypass you completely and head straight for the food. You catch Nick’s watchful eye as they pass, him trying to subtly observe the two of you interact for the first time.

Bastards.

“Sorry to interrupt your morning, I just wanted to stop and say hi.” Kenny admits to you and Ethan, his eyes flicking back and forth between the two of you. His voice is inviting and warm, a lot deeper than you’d expected, despite having watched countless numbers of his promos. You look over to Ethan who appears extremely interested in his food at the moment, leaving you the only person to talk.

Bastards, the lot of them.

“Oh! Um, hi. I’m Cori.” You extend a hand out to him politely, praying that it doesn’t feel clammy or too warm when he goes to take it. Maybe it’s because the hotel’s carpeted and it’s just a static shock, but when Kenny grips your hand in his you could’ve sworn that you felt a crackle of electricity pass between you both.

His hand feels large in yours and the rough skin on the pads of his fingers matches your own, a tell-tale sign that he’s recently been getting back in the ring. You knew this of course, having been told a few weeks back by Nick and Matt that Kenny would be returning onscreen this week.

Today, in fact.

You notice that both your hands stopped shaking a while ago and now you’re both just holding onto each other. You decide to break the contact, unsure how to feel under his captivating gaze as his hand engulfs yours in a comforting way.

“I’ll not bother you two any more than I have, but I really thought it was time I get to know the wrestler who Matt and Nick have been raving about endlessly to me. I’m looking forward to working with you Cori. See you later this evening?” Kenny shoots you the question, although really it could’ve been more of a statement.

You would of course be taking up the Elite’s corner tonight in the main event, acting as an insignificantly small part of Kenny’s immense return to the ring.

A short nod from you is all you can muster, still feeling slightly star-struck by the man in front of you. Kenny’s eyes have an almost mischievous twinkle to them as a grin passes across his face before he leaves. Were it not for the fact you were completely spaced out following the interaction, you wouldn’t have caught him looking back over his shoulder at you and giving you a tiny wave. A small gesture, but one that sends your veins thrumming as you realise he must’ve caught you staring.

A few seconds pass before Ethan lets out a low whistle.

“Talk about floundering, you couldn’t barely string a sentence together in front of him! This is bad!” He laughs, looking at your slightly dazed expression, cheeks a raging shade of pink.

“Fuck off Julian.”

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A/N: Short first chapter, sorry!! (I wanted to test the waters with me getting back into writing) I hope that this fic is interesting and people want to read more as I’ve got this story pretty much mapped out already! It’ll be a short fic but I can’t say for certain how many parts to this there’d be (estimate would be around 6/7? IDK I’m so bad at working this stuff out 🙃), although the future parts will be longer than this one.

Also, I am planning for there to be SMUT in future parts so just a lil’ wink wink 😉 for y’all and also a warning to under 18′s (I will be mentioning in the warnings where there is anything NSFW).

#kenny omega #kenny omega x reader #kenneth omega #one winged angel #tyson smith #aew #all elite wrestling #wrestling #ethan page #all ego ethan page #wrestling fic #fanfic #kenny omega fanfiction #aew dynamite #aew imagine #aew fic #aew x reader #aew all out #the elite #matt jackson #nick jackson #the young bucks #young bucks #being the elite

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

Disco!!! I did it! I've published my translation of the first chapter of my favorite snarry fanfiction by Alice O'Really, The Elysian Key! I know I said I wasn't going to publish it until it was all done because it's so extensive, but I almost got hit by a car and I realized that six years, well basically seven, is a lot and if I wait another six, no one might see it because I might as well be dead! It feels so good! I'm so nervous! I've never published something I've put so much effort and hard work into. There were nights when I literally cried out of frustration because Czech is so different from English, but I didn't give up and I persevered and here I am! Offering it to strangers on Ao3 and Tumblr in hope they will like it enough to leave a comment. How do you deal with such a clasterfuck of emotions every time you publish something? It's crazy!

Also, you should know that you've had a big part in this journey, because your Teen Wolf fanfics were the first ones I read in English, and I loved them so much that after a year of reading them I was getting straight A's in English instead of the usual C's. So in a way, it's all thanks to you that I started translating. So thank you!❤️❤️❤️

If you or anyone else wants to check it out I posted a link on my tumblr. (Is this self promoting? Am I doing it right?)

.... God, I don't think I will be able to sleep tonight. 😅

DW: That's a huge accomplishment and I'm so happy for you!

Translators are magical, I swear! There's so much more to translation than just knowing the word in another language... you're not just translating the words, you're translating the tone as well, and that's such a difficult and amazing thing!

And I'm posting the link here too, for any followers of mine who would love to read some Snarry that they otherwise never would have been able to!

#snarry #translations

[clearwillow]

Swear to god, not twenty seconds after I post on the Southernsparkles instagram account I get a bot comment about promoting it on such and such account.😒 Can you feel how appreciated I am /sarcasm

We don’t sell a lot on average, but when we do it’s exciting because I’ve spent a lot of time working on designs. So yeah when I do create posts to show off that work and maybe garner interest, it’s irritating that the only response I see is one of a thousand accounts that claim to be “the original” when it comes to promoting and expecting a kickback that I can’t afford.

Ok I’m done bitching back to work

[holisticsoulhealer]

Kind Thoughts - A Spiritual Story

I feel that kind thoughts begin at home. We aren’t always our own bestie, and are instead, sometimes our very own worst critics. This has to change, because we’re stuck with “US” 24/7 so we may as well enjoy the living heck out of it.

It’s more difficult to be lonely if we’re having fun being deeply in relationship with ourselves. To know oneself, is to love oneself.

I’ve witnessed over the more than 30 years of being in deliberate healing practice, that too many times, individuals obsessed over what someone else thought, felt, chose, and I was more often left with a scratching my head sense, wondering why they were choosing to spend so much of their valuable time on earth wondering about what was happening in someone else’s head and body, rather than taking the time to figure out their own. Kind thoughts of our own leads to an inner dialogue and focus on who we are, how we are choosing to show up, what matters most to us, and what life has to offer us, and as importantly, what we have to bring to the World at large.

Many years ago I attended what I thought was going to be a health retreat, in San Diego, California. It was really radical for me. They promoted daily enemas, raw food and weird oat bases, thick (quite horrible tasting) fluids. I didn’t like it at all, and have never been back. There was a lot of wheatgrass drinking going on, and to this day I tend to heave a little when fresh grass is cut in my presence.

However, there were a couple of other aspects of the retreat that were beyond valuable for me. One of them was a “transformational breath work class.” I had never breathed so deeply, or had such profound experiences than in those classes. I took 2 and was hooked. When I ran a healing center soon after that retreat, I had the great good fortune of snagging a brilliant breath work facilitator, who came to my healing center once a month for almost 3 years. Often nobody else showed up for the class, so I paid her and she did a private session for me.

I swear to this day, I fell in love with me during those sessions, and felt kindness and love from the depth of my being, that forever changed me. The other session that happened at that retreat, was a short, little bespectacled male psychologist, who got individuals to take the worst parts of themselves, place them in a chair in front of them and speak with them.

There were rules of engagement, for instance, they were only allowed to use words of kindness and love to unravel lost pieces or unforgiven parts, to heal themselves emotionally. I loved this and one of the things he shared was that if unkind or harsh words began to bubble up, you said “cancel, cancel” in your head and heart, and began the inner dialogue again, gentler and with more compassion. I still use this technique if I lose my way in any manner.

I am much kinder and more loving to me in this time than perhaps ever before. I wish this for each of you, darling readers.

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[kdipshit]

Souljah For Life ;

I am not writing to please anyone, thats the beauty of coming online and starting at the bottom, with no promotion, no… well thats about it, I haven’t told anybody I’m doing this, I’ve done it before, but never like this. Its kind of scary, but like I said, being scared kind of keeps me cool. I give thanks to jah. I’ve always known that one day I’m gonna have to deal with all of this shit I’ve been pushing down, its kind of exciting and gives me something for my scatterbrain to do lol. I don’t know what writing to post does to me yet, I just know I don’t want to depend on anyone or anything else, and its kind of hard to see a different outcome by doing all I know. Who taught me all I know and how open is their mind? What kind of person are they? Where did they learn that? Why do they believe that, and are they open to broading their horizon?

i will continue to express what ever it is that needs expressing.Ramble writing, lol. I’m sure theres gold in some of these sentences. To put my mind in order enough to contract said sentence, is the struggle itself. When I speak, it comes out jittery, anxious and embarrassing, so I kind of just don’t speak, without looking around after wards. Im grateful because maybe thats why I see myself as such a brilliant writer, I have the right amount of time to process and figure out what I want to say, not right off that bat, but once processed.

See I’m speaking as if thats something I do, Im always saying things I want to do and trying to speak into existence the person I want to be but the thought of me not being able to do it throws me off, but now that we know emotion can only grow from thought, the best move would be to change the thought… right? The thought : everyone is judging me…. Counter thought : No one cares, no they dont, they don’t care. Just speak. Just write. Just express yourself because no one cares if you do or if you don’t. It make me feel good, and I’m sure, I’m sure of it, theres gotta be gold in here.

Anyways girls, skins looking tight, hair hopefully less orange by the time I read this again, weed is up, feeling like a true winner. How could anything go wrong? Looking at life as if it’s someone I’m in love with is the easiest for me, considering how easy and natural love is for this libra. My Venus is in Leo and I think that means I’m confident in my love, which explains me effortlessly. I haven’t felt love in a long time, big S word about it, I guess I just sit here.

I am stronger and wiser than I was the day before. Every ‘now’ moment I find myself in, I am better than the last. I’ve been learning to think differently, now that I’m aware of my power over them, just small things like stopping myself from holding onto the automatic thought and instead changing it to the positive opposite. My younger sister told me she loved me today, but meant it as she loves the person I am, and that I can go through so much and still be a good person afterwards, and not a crackhead or someone who took the ‘easy’ way out, for the record I don’t think that’s the easy way out. She’s someone whose opinion about me I value because of how much I have let her down in the past, with my drinking and absolute psychotic episodes, I’ve always wanted to be the good older sister, and I’m here. This is usually around the time I start to self sabotage, but I choose to feel so much differently, instead actually embracing the change instead of running away to my old ways, just because I know them so well. I’m so excited on my new journey with my new flower bed of a brain. I brought a new sweater today and I swear to god im the cutest thing ever.

My mind seems kind of empty and its so freeing, The vibration that the music projects is feeling nek level kahi. I’m here, I’m in this moment, I feel okay….. I feel level, I feel high, I feel so grateful, I feel full of love energy, I feel light blue, yellow, green. I feel good here. Blue and yellow together is so beautiful and eye opening and makes you feel so fresh right??? Thats how I feel anyways.

#new blog #blogging #actually bpd #actually borderline #actually bipolar

[savannaswrites]

you are so right alastair IS the best character in tlh i only really finished the last book for him. the release of the last book is partly why i also started thinking about tsc again and started vibrating excitedly about twp again even though it is ages away and who knows what it’ll even be like, but that’s why i went back into the tab and i couldn’t believe i never found ur fic before because it was exactly what i was itching to read! like whenever i have looked for post qoaad fic which i don’t think i have since 2020 it’s usually either short, only focused on what happens during the three years before twp, or is only focused on kit and ty’s reunion. and i love reading about kit and ty’s reunion but what i wanted most was a super long fic dealing with all the problems and politics of twp and interweaving character and romantic drama with well-done plot, and lo and behold i found your fic which is exactly that and is well-written to boot. i really do believe it’s one of the most well-written tsc fics i’ve ever found and was Shocked and Outraged it didn’t have more kudos. i literally wished i had made a tsc sideblog in 2018 just to promote it to hell. i know a lot of things have been jossed now but i still found it all so fascinating. also 40k outline um i would read that many words…would definitely do that <3 but the things i’ve been wanting to know most about since reading it are partly plot-related — thule livvy and her ghost counterpart, whether our current thule questers will run into ash, clave and downworlder and faerie politics, if all the blackthorns reunite, the riders finding kit again, more about kit and the first heir and his role to play, omg side note that story kit tells in the far about naoine was amazing — and partly character-related — ty and anush and june!!! dru friendship with kit and jaime!!! kit and jaime v interesting dynamic i never considered!!! kit and tessa and jem and mina! kit and jace! how ty has changed and how kit has changed and his future character development and how dru wants to change. but also, the Drama of all of those character dynamics is probably what im curious about the most. like, kit and ty making things awkward with everybody…that painful tension between them and what it would be like if they actually talked about it. how thule livvy feels about her brother and sister and kit. jaime………like i cannot decide if he and kit had a fling, if kit has a crush, if jaime does, etc, but every scenario i picture is So Great in terms of awkwardness and hilarity and poignancy. you wouldn’t think i could feel all those feelings about it but i do. dru’s reaction? TY’s reaction? jesus christ. also jamie’s character in general you’ve set up very nicely, particularly with the mentions of diego, i think their relationship is very interesting. dru’s reaction? TY’s reaction? jesus christ. however ash fits into all of this too is also v intriguing. i just almost deleted all of this which was a very scary experience but made me realize how completely incoherent and crazy long this is, i am so sorry about that. also want to stress that you don’t have to answer any of this or tell me anything at all, i just loved writing all of that out because this fic had me super excited yesterday. but that is all hope u have a good day :)

AHH i am so intrigued to hear that alistair is what pulled you through chain of thorns!! i swear i'm not a hater, but like -

- i am working my way SLOWLY through that book right now and i just. !! i wish i liked more of the characters more, you know?? there's just SO. MANY. of them, and i don't feel like any of them have really had enough time to develop, or at least to make me feel invested in them, which is such a weird thing to say after already having had two long books with them!

did you happen to read the ghosts of the shadow market book? the versions of james and matthew in that book to me are SO wildly different than the versions that ended up on the page of tlh, and i hate to say it, but i liked the gotsm versions more!! i don't necessarily think that all characters have to be super developed and layered or what have you in order to make them compelling, but when the mythology of the story has also sort of started to lose touch with what makes it matter, and the characters aren't super compelling...what's left, you know??

it's like, to me, we have these villains in belial and lilith who are so otherworldly that they're practically abstract, which makes them just not very good villains to me. i'd much rather read about someone who is their champion (or paladin, i suppose) by choice, because then we could have that conflict between power and powerlessness and agency and lack thereof play out on a much more human level, presumably with stakes it's easy to be invested in.

sorry for the tlh detour - i'm just like, i WILL finish this book, but goodness gracious, i will admit to it being harder to power through even than qoaad. (sorry)

going back to what you were saying, thank you so much again!! the politics of twd and the way that different characters could end up on different sides of that conflict and the romantic drama therein are SO compelling to me they literally kept me up at night as i was reading tdi! there is nothing juicier to me than a story of political intrigue because they function SO well as stories about personal values, and there can be so much richness and depth and nuance to that!

i mean, we have kit as a microcosm for some of this conflict, too; he's someone from a "mundane" background with not only downworld heritage but royal downworld heritage and yet also this shadowhunter blood and, most affecting to me, maybe, his father's blood as a bit of a liar and a cheat and a rapscallion, all of which could theoretically push and pull him in different directions. i loved the idea of really exploring how these aspects of who he is could complicate some of the underlying assumptions of shadowhunter society and maybe even the books themselves.

which, i mean, okay! i get it! they're the shadowhunter chronicles, they're about shadowhunters, i get it. but i don't think that doesn't mean that you can't interrogate a different pov, you know? like, sure, james and co. have saved the world in tlh, but they've also directly been the cause of it being threatened in the first place. and maybe he could've found more acceptance of his demonic heritage from warlocks like his mother, or maybe downworld would regard him as just as odd as the clave does - who knows? my point is just that the books never really even seem to acknowledge that those are questions to be asked at all. :(

(sorry that that makes me sound like a hater, i promise i really enjoy reading these books!! i just have a lot of thoughts! hence the long ass fic as;dlkfj)

but so yeah, getting back to the gang there in thule, i just loved setting up their relationships with a bit of conflict and intrigue! they're united under this common banner of saving the world (again), but i don't think that any two of them are in 100% agreement with anybody else, even ghost-livvy with ty or her own living counterpart!

they all want something, different things, but i don't necessarily think that's a bad thing, either, you know? like, dru wants so badly to prove herself, and meanwhile kit's over here watching her say "we gotta go investigate that green light" because she's burning up inside and he maybe doesn't totally get it but maybe he sort of does, and so he's like, "oh, dang, is that what a shadowhunter does? i guess i should be more like that, then," and so they're there like. nodding to each other. meanwhile jaime's like, "well, if it makes them happy," so they're the three musketeers...up to the point that what they want brings them into conflict, perhaps?? [eyeball emoji]

i swear i'm just about done talking your ear off, but thank u so much again for saying u liked kit's story about naione! the fair folk are just too old not to have myths of their own and like!! that's such a rich vein of world-building, who could resist it!!

okay, now i'm really done!!

#anon #fs

[abrasiveartisans]

Dear Not John

Contrary to my usual emotional impulse phases, no, I am in my folklore era.

I find myself busy getting lost in this fictional world of dance and theater where I have no one but an imaginary ensemble beside me. But in the last few days, where I see the sun setting more slowly than before, where I see myself not getting excited once the clock hits 6 in the evening, feeling like a big nuisance, and even feeling empty grabbing a bite out of a pasta dinner, I guess it's the right time to retreat into the shadows for a bit, enjoy the silence and reflect in simplicity.

I've dated people who told me that I talk loudly in public and that I should tone it down, with them not knowing that I feel embarrassed once I enter my bedroom door and thinking that at some point, I may have caused a minuscule uproar with what I deemed plainly as me being excited with things. There is also this sinking feeling that I may have annoyed someone once I share a post, story, tweet, or Tiktok video. That is why I am writing this as a momentarily farewell? I know that I will still write stuff but in terms of other socials, I know where to stand in its grey area now. I am doing this for my own good, to better myself along with my morals, my language, and even my image. This might come off to those who know as another manipulative tactic for me to draw attention to myself again. But I am done feeding myself with what people might see or hear, I want to revert from being the abrasive and loud Sam to the calm and composed Tamtam who only wanted to dance and eat peanut butter cookies.

I may have gotten tipsy the other day, and hello to the videos of me being a wreck in public, but after that, I noticed that I am strictly restricting my voice and I swear that I will try my very best to make it the last time my voice reaches a few decibels above the "anti-annoyance standards". Maybe this will be a good time for me to get back to my crafts, finish that book, and revisit the playlists I've left hanging.

We are still in the second month of a brand-new year and a lot can be done to flush these social toxins even if we take one step a day. I know that I will always champion people who are authentically and unapologetically themselves and would further promote them to never ever change because society is one big boomer. It's kind of ironic on my end. But I know it must be done. No more swearing? No more annoying meme spamming? No more rants? No more hyperboles? No more oversharing? Fingers crossed!

I am not in my "reputation era", I am simply just enjoying Call It What You Want for a while. If anybody sees this, see you in a few, I'll be busy in intentionally getting myself lost for a while.

[rezdragon]

Once Normal is done, posted, and promoted, I’m going to return to working on Emergence for a bit. Not gonna finish it, still have ideas I need to flesh out, but am going to put some more work into it.

I think I said it... somewhere? Perhaps Twitter.

I said somewhere that I want to work with more stories in TDA before fully returning to Emergence. Since Emergence is Rez’s origin story, I want there to be more of the main story first so people can get to know who Rez is before that all kinda gets stripped away. It’s also helping myself as a writer understand who Rez is, because she’s not a self insert character, we are different people, I swear. How Rez approaches situations differs than how I, RezDragon, would.

There’s at least two stories that I am for sure going to start working on after Normal. I’ll give you a sneak peek at them though.

The first one I’m starting after Normal is called “Everyday.” This story follows Rez as she makes her way to Seattle for some work. The kicker is that she’s walking from Ritzville (Eastern Washington) to Seattle because she doesn’t have a car yet and all other means of transportation are not available to her. This happens in Year 2 and should be much longer than Normal.

The second one has the working title of “Violent Heart” right now. This story is about Rez’s first couple of drops she made while working under Myth. This takes place in Year 1, and should be a similar length to Normal (Normal is clocking in at 45 minutes so far).

Anyways, that’s your TDA update.

[antihero6912]

2022 Resolution Look Back

Lookback twenty twenty two

Here’s what I wished for last year around this time:

- run that Marathon! Let’s get the practice going and run it with ease in September

--> DID. IT. (!), ran it easier than I thought I would. Hated it during the run but was soo happy to cross that finish line.

- get promoted at work by July

--> Did not LOL, but got promoted for January and my new contract was worth waiting for

- get a raise (!) or at least ask for one

--> no raise but two double bonuses

- see Courtney in Washington

--> I DID!!!! :-) AND SO FREAKING HAPPY 

- go on vacation with my whole family to see my brother again

--> did go with just my momma and I and even stayed longer just by myself.

- stop taking birth control by like the end of the year

--> did not but definitely going to in the next year

- start seriously planing a pregnancy

--> lol. no. and not any time soon.

- go on at least 4 flights

--> DID! Made it on 11 actually

- have a week long vacation not doing anything in an all-incluvise resort with H

--> Did not, but did take the Tesla out to Denmark just H and I and had a super relaxing full week just the two of us.

- get. that. tesla

--> DIIIIIIIIIDDD and love IT!

- GET FREAKING ENGAGED - yes I am wishing for it again this year because what the freaking hell is he waiting for and I swear I am going to lose my shit if it does not happen in 22 :-)

--> This was me when I originally typed this on December 22nd: lol. no.

--> This is me know after Christmas: HELL YEAH!!! I got proposed to in the MOST romantic way possible and it was so worth waiting for. I loved every single second of it. Gonna do a seperate post on this so I never forget it but I cannot wait to get married to my man *crieshappytears*

- buy a new iPhone

--> had my firm pay for it and got a new iPad as well

- finish our garden in the front of the house in the first quarter because holy moly

--> almost done. but holy moly haha

- start growing gras in the backyard and plant some trees

--> DID! :) and looooooooove the big ass backyard

- start being happy with how my body looks

--> still working on it

- try new things and explore more

--> Definitely did try a lot of new things

Honestly, all I want in 2022 is for my family to stay healthy, especially my mom. I hope she manages to not drink alcohol for the entire year and that my dad watches over her and us to stay healthy and get along as good as we do. I hope we continue to be healthy and happy, I hope we all get to keep our jobs and that there will be a light at the end of this tunnel of a pandemic. I hope my relationship with H is loving and honest and that we keep growing as a couple. I hope 2022 is a year we love for so many reasons :-)

--> My momma did start the year super good with no alcohol but unfortunately something must’ve happened and she started back at it..still a lot less than what it used to be but honestly more than she should :( 

Did keep my job and got a lot more money out of it and travelled while being paid. Pandemic is almost over and H and I are reallll happy together in our little home :) 

[gavinsmg24]

Yes princess. It’s that time. That I ramble on and on with love bcuz of you 🥰. First off! No matter what it is that promoted you to post. Whether it was my loveliness. My silly. My lots of posts. Or maybe you just were going thru photos. Whether it was to show your love for me now or remember our good times together. No matter what. Thru all of it I know princess was showing her love for daddy! For us! 🥰 it was so unexpected. You always find ways to surprise me and make me smile! No matter how extreme the love is. I felt your heart, brain, and soul with that! I could feel my princesses warmth ☺️ see your cheeks balling up with a smile and bouncing up and down with joy. Acting all cute! Anyways! Before I begin. Once again. Thank you! And! Even tho you’d rather not be as direct with me anymore (which Im okay with! I like anything more than nothing. But nothing is always okay!) basically I’ve said it time and time again. Only do what keeps you safe. I wont push or demand (in a serious way) you to say or do anything! I’m just taking my blessings as they come ☺️ (your the blessing🥰) but! Also remember! Since your gone! Daddy’s allowed to be selfish too! Like! You’re mine! And always will be! Until your physically in my arms again this will do 🙈. I’m rambling! Long story short. I always say this so I dont upset! But hopefully your just giggling at your daddy (aside from you having to read this at different times prolly! Cuz I’m rambling! Ahhh! Done!! I love you! Rawr)

First pic! Just imagine this face :,0) in response to each page. The wrapping paper and movie tickets I’m sure those were packed away in the notebook when you moved. But still. Some part of you at some point kept them. And whether you have them now or just the pics or even if you get rid of all of it soon. You had some portion of us. Whether you wanted to. Meant to. Or if I just am still lingering amongst you spiritually. You wanted and did share what you had with me. And I can only imagine it was to make me happy. Or bring back memories. Or find a way to express your love for me in a way that worked. No matter the case. Not only did you show me love. You found something. So. Pure. And beautiful. You could’ve sent a pic of anything. And Related it to us. But. Something like this. Is so specific. So engraved into us. Even if the book goes away. Still. Your beautiful words. Your drawings. Your thought to keep certain things. I love you Hymie is all I can say. I know I shouldnt say that prolly. But I’ll delete when I wake from my nap. You just made me feel so much that a pet name just doesn’t do. Anyways! The tickets of movies was so sweet. And the wrapping paper /name tags from gifts. Was even sweeter 🥺

I’m rambling! Next! Edible instructions (or mostly. Maybe that’s all. Either way I’ll keep that for sure too!) even if this was sent just to actually make edibles. It’s still cute you sent! Your wanting to share knowledge with me has always made me happy. Your motivation for things and wanting me to experience them to has always been something I loved about you. I’ve always loved your drawings. I have some random things you’ve drawn. I’m not sure of what or where. But I have some. Hehe. Seeing even more is so nice 🥰 and… I’m not gonna pretend to be strong and I’m gonna say the same things for the next pic. But.. I forgot about your journal until you showed me. And after showing me pics you drew of me. Lovey words around me. “I’m going to take you to bed and love you, I swear; like the end is here; when the world is over; we’ll just be beginning..” I just. I dont care if it was 4-5 years ago. Or that were so far apart. Or if you just express your love passionately! You took time to draw me. Think of beautiful words of how you felt about us. And. It’s not the only time. I’m over hyping. And trust me I’m not taking this as a. Ohhh princess is still thinking v of me so chance of an us! No i know the reality of things. Chances would be slim. We’re far. Doing things. And overall focusing on that would be silly rn. But. My love is inside you. And yours in me. And tho it may lay dormant for now. I also know that all it will take is a certain spark to light the fires inside us! Hehe rambling! But! You make me happy! And! Someday you will be mine! And I know you don’t hate that idea is what I’m getting at! But I’ll make that risk of us worth it. Daddy with drive! 🥰

Next page was the texts and another set of lovey words!! 🥺😖 ahh!! Even texts! Tho it was a mixture of lovey and silly. That’s what makes it so us. Lovey. And silly. You. You honey :0) you will always be my honey. Asleep in a meadow. Kisses sweet like cherries. Well babygirl. Give me a kiss ☺️

Next!

And final. And probably the most heart melting 🥰🙈😖🥺

I’ll try to summarize bcuz there’s a lot. It’s so special. The whole page baby. Idk the difference of time between drawings exactly. But. I like to think that as we spent more time together it became easier to draw my face. There’s so much more detail in the next one. Both are good but it’s just like. You can see how my face became more engraved in your head. Prolly used pics but still. It’s there. Your mf baby. Meaning everything to you. Things may be different now. But I still feel the same for you. And I feel like you for me. Just. Things have changed of course. But Based on my posts. If there was. Way to pick futures. You might at least give me a hug. But maybe. You’d indulge and take even more of your daddy. Lovingly or more 🙈. Comic con :,)) I’m sure you’ve shared with me how I help you and make you happy. But reading it out. The fact you wrote about our date together. And how things got iffy but I comforted you. We’re so similar and have so much fun with me 🥰 :+) you’re so. Sweet.

This part could be a format for a poem rather than our texts but Id like to believe that is us. And since it’s with me I’m sure it is 🥰 it’s just so sweet I cant believe it to be true. But. I will bcuz you are the sweetest girl in the world

We’ll be trees and other things. But always together

Promise?

Yes!! You better always be mine!

It feels so good to know your there. To feel your presence. Or see you from across the room

I typed this all again bcuz.. I just don’t know. Don’t be upset. I teared up a little writing this part. Only briefly. But! I’m okay! You just made me so happy baby. Not in past tense. You still do. Even if we cut off completely. You still motivated me to try more. And live life. I know you made the hard decisions. To leave and move and etc. and I did my own thing. But I didnt just sit still. I’ve moved! I plan to be a chef! I will! Hehe! Like! Rn I’m still same me. But now that I’m moved and new environments that won’t bog me down. It’s amazing. And If you hadn’t had made the choice. We may still be together. But not in position to take care of ourselves. We’ll meet again. I’m sure of that. Maybe once. Maybe in secret. Maybe for a final catch up. Maybe to go on a date and see if things feel right. No matter what. Or. If I just see you in another one of my dreams. You’ll always be with me. And I’ll always be with you. We used to say forever. But that’s an extreme word. Just say you love me. And I’ll know the rest. I’ll tell you I love you. And you’ll know the same. We’ll both know

That whether our end continues. Or a new beginning forms. Even if we lose contact. Or come face to face. Remember princess. You may not see me across the room. Or be able to touch me. But when you close your eyes. And think of me. Know that there’s a good chance. I’m somewhere. Doing the same thinking about you. I’m sorry I get overly lovey. I know it prolly makes things hard. I hope it doesn’t. I hope you can live your life how you want. And set aside your love for me. Like a time capsule. That can only be opened when we’re both ready. Or however you want to. As long as your thinkin of yourself first. I promise I am. Im done now! So long 🥺 gonna be a while before I get anymore gifts bcuz of how long daddy makes you read!

I love you H -your world. Your best friend. Your soulmate, J💜🧡

[rant-with-me]

I’ve been with my job for the last four years. I think it’s time for a change in direction.

I love the kind of work I do, but i swear. The people I work with have beyond ruined it for me.

It absolutely blows my mind how people can be so lazy in the workspace.

I work in travel. The last two years have been stressful not only for customers (which I completely understand and empathize 100%, but for us travel agent as well. That will be another post for another time.)

I deal with high escalated travel reservations that can include anything from a simple name change, to reviewing why something wasn’t done as asked, as well as working with the executives from both the travel company and bank (a third party partnership.)

Now let me tell you the kind of employee i am before we get into the rant.

I work the highest escalated cases that travelers submit to the executive team. This can vary in severity. I not only do my own work, with a fill basket of files i need to work, but i also work other peoples files they don’t work (which these agents do not get reprimanded.) So if my max for files if five, im in total working seven to ten files, each having a different due date (depending on the level of complaint.) God forbid i feel overwhelmed with the amount of files i have. I’ll get told to do them and make sure they are on time (even though the files received are already two to three days late.) God forbid i ask to be put on a project to help boost my percentage. But that is not allowed. Only agents who either have proven they dont want to do their job or lead favorites get a project.

_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________

What irks my soul, bringing me to my breaking point with my peers, is when an executive is giving me a direct order to work with my leads on this travel case and my leads ignore me for THREE DAYS STRAIGHT. That warrants for frustration.

My direct lead and I do not see eye to eye. We haven’t since they were an agent (will be using they/them for protection of identity). When I reach out for clarification on what should be done with this case, what I think they would do (i like to understand how others would work it as if it was there’s to see if we are on the same level of thought), or if I need approval to do a specific task with the case, you’d expect them to respond within timeframe. No. I get ignored not only by my direct lead, but all the other leads on the project. It’s been a known pattern to which I’ve bought up to management on numerous occasions, only to be told “they’re busy. They’ll get to you when they can” . Yet, you can visibly see in the work group chat they are socializing with their bff and other agents, knowing I’m reaching out for assistance. We also wont bring up how them and the other lead even got the promotion (complete and utter bullshit including favoritism for them and a corporate complaint for the other.)

After being ignored for three days, i documented my file with lack of assistance as requested, did my ask, and advised my executives that I reached out for assistance from the day of the ask until yesterday, being the closing of the file. Am I an asshole for doing so, no. I made it appoint in the file the times i reached out for assistance as well as who i reached out to for assistance. If they want to reprimand me for doing a direct ask, let them. I will entail tell them i will not sign it as there is proof of me reaching out as well as proof of no response.

My project ends in September. Two months. My prediction is that I will not have a job in two months as the leads will be recommending the remaining agents to projects within the company. As I am one of the most hated agents on the program today, I am just waiting the day they advise me i am terminated from my four year contract. I would cash out my time off and hopefully find a company that is willing to have me in their company and show how much i can do and offer to their brand.

#work rant

[storiesforallfandoms]

old man ~ eminem

word count: 1101

request?: yes!

“Can you do one for Eminem where he becomes good friends with a new pop artist where they have a collab that just came out and their management suggests that they do a Instagram live together to get fans ready for it?

But they’re younger between (1994-1999) with a darker public persona. (So swearing and acting vulgar is okay 😂) (Gender neutral reader please)

I just thought it’d be cute and funny if he had someone younger to tease and show him technology. (Like the Live he did with Royce) 😂”

description: in which the young pop artist has to teach the older rapper how to use technology

pairing: eminem x gender neutral!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

Marshall leaned over your shoulder to squint at the phone propped up in front of you. You chuckled at his overdramatic look, knowing it was just an act.

You hoped anyways.

“What the fuck is this here?” he asked.

“There’s no way you’re this clueless about technology,” you said.

“Oh, you’d be surprised,” Marshall’s manager, Paul, said. “Those awful selfies he posts? They’re not exaggerations. He genuinely has no idea how to take a proper selfie.”

You looked up at Marshall in shock. He shrugged in response. “I’m almost 50 years old, what do you expect?”

You fake gagged. “God, why am I best friends with an old man?”

You were a somewhat new musician in your mid 20s. You were struggling to get much recognition when you received a phone call from Eminem himself asking if you wanted to do a collab on his next album. Apparently his daughter was a huge fan (the first thing he said that made you freak out) and she had played a song for him (the second). He liked it so much that he wanted to offer you a spot on his album (and the third).

You didn’t expect anything more than a working partnership between the two of you. You knew it was going to be an entertaining time in the studio, but there was no reason for things to extend further beyond the recording of the song unless he decided to release the song as a single.

To your surprise, the two of you got along really well. You kept in touch after doing that song together, and eventually, that one collaboration became multiple. Not only did you become one of Marshall’s regular collaborators, but you also became close friends with him.

The Instagram live that you two were planning on doing was to promote the latest song the two of you had done together, the lead single off of your upcoming second album. Both of your managers had suggested doing the stream as it was very rare that you and Marshall did interviews or streams together, and your fans loved any sort of content of the two of you together.

“Last time I did one of these, it was on a much bigger screen,” Marshall commented.

“That was a YouTube live stream. People still do those, but we both have a much bigger following on Instagram. We’ll probably attract more viewers this way,” you explained. “Besides, it’s not as complicated as a YouTube live stream. We won’t have many technical difficulties since the only thing we have to do for this stream is press a button to start and stop it.”

“You say that as if I even understand social media in general.”

You playfully rolled your eyes and gestured to the seat next to you. “Just sit down.”

He sat next to you and you pressed the button on the screen to start your Instagram live. Within seconds, thousands of viewers were trickling into the stream to watch you, and the messages started coming in just as quickly.

“Holy fuck,” Marshall said, leaning in close to the screen again. “How are we supposed to read all of these when they’re coming in that fast?”

“That’s a great intro,” you muttered, putting a hand on Marshall’s shoulder to try and get him to back away from the screen. “Hey everyone! Welcome to our stream. As you guys can see, I am here with Em, and we are excited to talk about our next song with you guys.”

Marshall made a face at the camera. You elbowed him to get him to stop, but laughed at him as well.

“I have no fucking idea what I’m doing,” he admitted. “I’m letting them handle all of the technical stuff.”

You resisted the urge to convince Marshall that an Instagram live wasn’t even all that technical, but decided to drop it. He was technologically challenged after all.

“Well, let’s focus on something that you do know about: our upcoming song.”

You both spent the next while talking about the song and how it came to be. That led into you talking about your upcoming album and how excited you were to release it. The fans seemed excited about the song and the album and kept asking when it would be coming out, but you kept that a secret so that you could surprise them all when you dropped it without any notice.

The messages were coming in so quickly you could barley read any of them. You were able to pick up on bits and pieces of some and you’d answer as much as you could. Marshall was sat besides you, totally clueless to everything going on. He kept squinting at the screen or making faces during the long moments when you’d talk. It was definitely amusing the audience because they kept making comments about it.

“Man, shit like this makes me really fucking feel my age,” he commented suddenly. “Like technology in general, and the fact that people like me are just expected to know how to adapt to it when we don’t know anything about it. It’s fucking wild.”

“I don’t think you’re necessarily expected to adapt to it,” you said. “But I do get why it feels that way. I mean, I can only speak for myself here, but when I was growing up it felt like I, as the younger generation, was expected to develop with the technology or else we weren’t ‘cool’ or whatever. I only signed up for social media because everyone else was doing it.”

“I didn’t even want anything to do with social media. That’s why my team usually handles all the posts and shit on there. I don’t give a fuck to learn how to work it.”

It was a weird turn for the stream to take, but the two of you talked about social media and technology for a while before deciding to bring the stream to an end. You said goodbye to everyone watching and pressed the button to end the stream.

“It’s not even that hard,” you teased Marshall as you slipped your phone back in your pocket and stood.

“It’s not even that hard,” he mocked. “Yeah, whatever. Drop a freestyle that doesn’t sound like shit and tell me that’s not hard.”

“Oh, we both know I could totally beat your ass in a freestyle battle...thing,” you said, unconvincingly. “I’m just too tired to do it now because of the stream and shit.”

“Sure whatever, pussy.”

You flipped him off and laughed at the mock shocked look on his face.

sorry it’s so short and awful, i had no ideas what to write for this one at all :/

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