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telomeke · 16 days

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Get to Know Me Tag :)

I was tagged by @lamonnaie at this post here. Thanks for tagging me! 😍 It was such fun to read your responses; now here are mine. 🥰

do you make your bed?

Never ever. I'm pretty messy, and if I don't watch my hoarding tendencies I will morph into the worst pack rat. But I like a bit of clutter around me; I think it helps my creative side since my output (whether at work, or writing on Tumblr) is always tidy and tidied up to a fault, which can stifle creativity (at least that's what I tell myself! 🤣).

what's your favourite number?

Don't have one. However (even though I like to think I'm not superstitious) if I can I'll try to avoid the number 13 and anything with 4 in it...

what is your job?

Not gonna get too specific, but my work involves design, project management and construction.

if you could go back to school, would you?

I was too stressed out at school to want to repeat the experience. But I wouldn't mind a bit of time travel back to advise my younger self not to take things so seriously! 🤣

can you parallel park?

Yes. Not well, but the car will be fully in the lot eventually. 👍

a job you had that would surprise people?

Some minor modeling jobs when I was younger. Hush! I don't like to talk about it. 🤫 You wouldn't think it to look at me now (me 🤝 Ricky Gervais 😂).

do you think aliens are real?

There are too many planets out there for our little blue marble to be the only habitable one, so yes I do think there are aliens out there. I just don't think we've been visited by them yet though! (Aylin doesn't count. 🤩)

can you drive a manual car?

Yes. Mom taught me how to drive in one... until the day I jammed on the accelerator when she said "Step on it" and I almost up-ended us into a ditch. Then I was sent to driving school instead. 🤣

what's your guilty pleasure?

Ooh. It's this bad boy here:

Sadly I've been over-indulging, so chocolate is now banned from the house for the foreseeable future. I'm still lusting after it though. Other guilty pleasures: I do like a good nightcap, so any (gluten grain-free) alcohol makes me light up – cognac, cabernet, sherry, sake, port... (But I don't always know my limits, so this is now banned too.) And a steamin', stonkin', trashy BL every now and then (bonus if there's a nice muscley actor for me to get all googly-eyed over – shoutout Gap Jakarin!). 😁🥰

tattoos?

I like art and have fanboyed over beautiful tattoos before – but I'm put off by the permanence of them, so I have none myself. Don't like the idea of not being able to change them much once they're inked in, because I will always be wanting to change things up if I were to get one. And no, even for looking at I prefer an uninked bod over an inked one. It takes a lot of work to get a body in shape, and I can't understand someone wanting to cover up the results of their hard work at the gym. 🤷‍♂️

favorite color?

A deep, rich blue most of the time. But when the mood hits, I like a bright, bold red too.

favorite type of music?

My tastes are a bit eclectic, leaning lighter and not challenging. Anything with a strong melodic line will get me hooked. Bonus points if the lyrics can come together with the melody to tell a story, and elevate it even more. So – pop mostly, but I also like R&B, soul, light jazz and the odd heartfelt country ballad or foot-stomper (go Queen Bey! 😍). Also like things with a nostalgic bent (I melt at Karen Carpenter, Seals & Croft, and England Dan & John Ford Coley). And then throw in a couple of show tunes in there for good measure! My YouTube playlist is all over the place – Sheila Majid, New Country, Renaissance, Nunew, Miley Cyrus, Streisand, Li'l Nas X, Ayumu Imazu, The Carpenters, Clean Bandit, so many others, all side-by-side.

do you like puzzles?

I love them, especially word and logic puzzles. I'm always shouting over Pat and Vanna. 🤣

any phobias?

Oddly, not the usual suspects, but I'm a bit phobic about birds. They're just creepy up close, even though I find them fascinating and beautiful with a bit of distance. While the bog-standard creepy-crawlies don't bother me one bit – I'm the one always getting called in to whack the roaches and chase away rodents. I dream of getting a cobalt blue tarantula as a pet (but that's not going to happen for various reasons, alas).

favorite childhood sport?

I wasn't that sporty growing up (classic bookworm) but I did enjoy a bit of soccer when I got to play. But I guess my favorite was probably swimming, though I didn't compete.

do you talk to yourself?

All the time. There's a nonstop monologue going on in my head and I've been known to startle people by accidentally voicing that conversation out loud. So I've learnt not to do it around others. 🤣 And no I'm not hearing disembodied voices; it's just me keeping myself company (plus I find it helps me focus my thoughts).

what movies do you adore?

My all-time favorite: Cinema Paradiso; it really pulls unabashedly at the heartstrings, but then again I'm a sentimental fool and love it all the more for that. That's also why I like Love Actually, especially the scene where the repressed Jamie (Colin Firth) travels to Portugal in order to confess his feelings to Aurélia (Lúcia Moniz), having realized he loves her despite the language barrier, and doggedly learnt Portuguese just to make his declaration – and then he finds out that she, lovelorn and bereft, learnt English just in case ("just in cases") he came back. 💖 And my second favorite is from the other end of the spectrum, actually quite a bit before my time as well: Hello Dolly! 😆 Don't judge... A couple of songs in there are really amazing – Love is Only Love and Just Leave Everything to Me especially (which are not in the stage version) are mindblowingly good. The former is almost pithy in its bare-boned purity, all about looking at love without sentimentality while reprising themes heard earlier on in the musical; the latter has the among the cleverest lyrics set to music I've ever heard:

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Streisand is in fine fettle portraying a campier, more youthful incarnation of Dolly. Such a shame it was not better received. The costumes are spectacular too.

coffee or tea?

Coffee (or rather the caffeine it contains) is my drug of choice, and I drink buckets of it. But I like a good cuppa when I'm feeling nostalgic and/or sentimental, because tea is what I drank a lot of growing up – at my gran's there would be a perpetually-replenished, giant kettle of dark, bitterish Oolong on the sideboard for whenever you felt like some (which was often), while at home there was always a big pot of tea on the table in the morning, that would then be set to chill in the refrigerator after breakfast. I would always have an ice-cold milk tea with the papers when I got home from school, and it was my favorite daily ritual.

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

A paleontologist – like a lot of kids I loved dinosaurs, and I can still rattle off the names of the more well-known ones (including every one in Jurassic Park 👀). But that got pushed aside for more practical considerations later. Still wish I'd explored my second childhood ambition more though, which was to be a writer/journalist. Maybe that's why I like posting so much on Tumblr! 😍

Onward tagging (too many people as usual, but no pressure to play if you don't want to or can't 🥰): @hughungrybear, @relativelydimensional, @neuroticbookworm, @wen-kexing-apologist, @waitmyturtles, @airenyah, @twig-tea, @solitaryandwandering, @recentadultburnout, @lurkingshan, @grapejuicegay,@bengiyo, @urikawa-miyuki, @pickletrip, @suni-san, @kattahj, @dimplesandfierceeyes, @7nessasaryevils, @imminentinertia, @befuddledcinnamonroll, @pandasmagorica, @nihilisticcondensedmilk,@shortpplfedup, @rokklagio, @thegalwhorants, @brazilian-whalien52, @callipigio, @respectthepetty, @corettaroosa, @colourme-feral, @virtualtadpole, @aroceu, @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas, @delesaria-blog, @dribs-and-drabbles, @inventedfangirling, @jiirotu, @visualtaehyun @happypotato48,@akawrites000, @kleopatras-cat, @dc-alves, @toschistation, @lovelyghostv

I've been tagged by others in various tag games over the past few weeks but have been too busy with work to be able to play. 😭 Not gonna post half-assed replies if I can help it, but then I'm always beset by dread thinking people might assume I'm ignoring them for whatever silly reason. But I just haven't had the time until now.

If you've tagged me and I've not responded, please know that I really wanted to but I just kept getting sidetracked by urgent deadlines. (In fact, my drafts folder is full of half-written tag game responses that are too far beyond their use-by date to ever see the light of day. 😮) So to any and all who see this, please accept my apology for not replying to your tags and invites, and if you'd like to play along with this one even if I haven't tagged you directly (and you have the time for it) – please do so! I'd love to read your responses! 😍

#tag game #get to know me tag

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loserdiaz · 7 months

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april's fics masterlist! 💌

unbetaed, unedited, unhinged

This is a list of all most of my published buddie fics for the 9-1-1 fandom (will be updated as needed).

I hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this) | teen and up | 4.2k words

"What did you just say?' Buck swallows thickly and reaches for the marriage certificate, passing it to Eddie. "Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married." He lets out a breath, bracing himself for the worst case scenario. 'Don't panic', he says, which is rich coming from Buck since he feels like all he'll be able to do for the foreseeable future is panic. Eddie doesn’t react, which is kinda great and definitely something Buck can work with, but he’s also honestly a little worried Eddie went catatonic. “Married?” Eddie repeats, in a hollow voice. from the tumblt prompt: "Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married."

i'll heal eventually (but faster if you're next to me) | teen and up | 19.2k words

School Nurse Eddie and the idiotic Gym Teacher Buck that keeps getting injured.

we are a fresh page on the desk (filling in the blanks as we go) | teen and up | 29k words

Buck's a best seller author under a pen name, Eddie is an actor auditioning for the movie adaptation of his books, and somewhere along the way, they fall in love.

made my way to a life i would choose | explicit | 34.9k words

In which Eddie transfers from his station to the Dispatch Center to be the LAFD Liaison, change is hard, staying away from Dispatcher Evan Buckley is even harder and not falling in love with the man is god-damned impossible. Eddie makes his way to a life he would choose and to a family who will choose him back.

he never thinks of me (except when i'm on TV) | mature | 18.1k words

In which Eddie finds out years later that his unrequited feelings for his high school best friend were not actually unrequited, Buck is stupidly famous now and they pine. They get there in the end, they just need to get their timing right. Inspired by the prompt: “you’re famous and just got asked if you were ever in love this should be good– WAIT WHAT."

it can't be unlearned (i've known the warmth of you) | teen and up | 4k words

Buck gets attacked by hunters on his way to Eddie's, Eddie takes care of him and some revelations come to light in the morning.

spinning faster than the plane that took you | teen and up | 9.2k words

Buck flees to the other side of the world, they're both miserable and also pining idiots in love. Somehow it all works out in the end.

the way you move is like a full on rainstorm (and I'm a house of cards) | explicit | 2.7k words

Buck and Eddie play strip poker and things get a little out of control. It's for the best, though.

trust me to take you home | teen and up | 2.2k words

"Listen," Eddie clears his throat. "Thank you for doing this. I—" "Thank me after we get out of this alive." Buck leans forward, his face just a few inches away from Eddie's, he has a conspiratorial glint in his eyes and his cheeks are flushed— Eddie should get an award for how strong he's being right now, seriously. It takes everything in him not to close the gap between them and kiss Buck right then and there. He could do it, though, with the excuse of people watching. They need to keep the charade, right? When Pepa kept setting him up on awful, horrible dates, and Buck offered to pretend they were dating— well, how could Eddie ever refuse something like that? The chance to get a taste for what he's been aching and longing for since forever, even if it'll end up with his heart more broken than it already is. It seemed like a good idea at the time, alright? Eddie's never claimed to make smart, sound decisions. or: there's a wedding in texas, a meddling tía pepa and only one bed. somehow, it all works in the end.

called my bluff (and saw through all my tells) | explicit | 2.3k words

eddie knows exactly how long buck was dead for and buck doesn't really know what to do with that information— so he does the logical and sensible thing and fucks the guy.

believe in one thing (i won't go away) | mature | 24k words

"I think— I think we should go to therapy. Together." Eddie says one night and takes Buck completely by surprise. "Therapy? Together?" "Yeah, like, couple's therapy or something. Frank told me he can recommend someone for us." "Eddie…" Buck says slowly, as if he's trying to explain the hardest math problem in the universe to a five year old. "We're not, uh— We're not a couple." "No, I know." Eddie frowns and looks down, fidgeting with the beer in between his hands. "But we're partners." He says, this time a lot lower that Buck barely hears it. "Right?" or: the one where buck is figuring out stuff after waking up from a coma, eddie misses his best friend and they go to couple's therapy.

I woke up just in time, (now I wake up by your side) | teen and up | 2.9k words

"Fine, I'm his fiancé." Eddie rolls his eyes and ignores the stares of his teammates behind his back. "It's fairly recent, we haven't had the time to finish the paperwork. Are you really not gonna let me see my fiancé?" or: Buck is in a coma, the nurses are being difficult and Eddie pretends to be engaged to Buck so they would let him see his friend. prompt: what are the ethical implications of pretending to be engaged to a comatose man?

romance is not dead (if you keep it just yours) | teen and up | 2.8k words

Buck went on a mysterious date, he's being oddly secretive about it and his family is just too meddling to let it go. (Eddie is having the time of his life.)

i've spent my whole life trying to put it into words | teen and up | 4.1k words

5 times Eddie was in a car with Buck, trying not to tell the man he loves him +1 time he says it. prompt: you're in a car with a beautiful boy and you're trying not to tell him that you love him.

I'd marry you with paper rings | general audiences | 1.7k words

In which Buck has thoughts about Valentine's day, he makes paper rings and somehow ends up proposing to his best friend. It kinda works out for him in the end.

I'm so in love that I might stop breathing | teen and up | 5.5k words

In which Eddie's parents come to visit, Buck is an idiot and as always, a family dinner goes wrong. BTHB Prompt: Allergic Reaction

my hands are shaking from holding back from you | explicit | 7.5k words

5 times Eddie sees one of Buck's thirst traps/nudes. Inspired by the prompt: whoops I accidentally found a naked/sexy selfie of you on your phone and fuck how am i supposed to function around you now?

pining and anticipation (I don't want you like a best friend) | teen and up | 3.3k words

"So teach me. Show me the Buck 1.0 moves or whatever." He grins at him and moves his hand, brushes his knuckles against Buck's forearm— ghosting over his skin. Buck gets goosebumps and pulls away, nearly falling off his stool. When he straightens, wincing, Eddie is grinning at him, delight all over his face. "Who doesn't have game now, Buckley?" or: Buck inadvertently challenges Eddie to try to hit on him by laughing at the fact that the guy has no game. It ends up being the best thing ever.

the songs i wrote as your other (are the best i´ll ever sing) | explicit | 7.4k words

“Should we take this new romantic love song to mean there’s someone new in your life?” “No.” He flashes another smile, all teeth and confidence he doesn't really feel inside. But he feels the weight of the cameras on him and the weight of Eddie's gaze against the side of his face; he needs to keep the act up. “Trust me, you don’t need to be in love to write a love song. It’s ingrained.” He glances at Eddie. or; Buck and Eddie are in a rock band together and have this friends with benefits thing going on. They try to keep things casual... except Buck keeps writing love songs about Eddie.

this is my idea of fun (playing video games) | explicit | 5.1k words ( co-written with @cowboy-buddie )

Eddie’s just trying to enjoy a day off filled with video games, but when Buck comes home, well, he has a diffrent sort of game in mind.

it's what my rotting bones will sing when the rest of me is dead | teen and up | 12.4k words

the one where a call goes wrong and leaves everyone thinking eddie was dead, buck finds about the will through a letter and comes to some other revelations in the process. and in which eddie finds his way back home and finally gets to be happy with the love of his life. BTHB Prompt: Missing and Presumed Dead

situations, circumstances, miscommunications ( i just may like some explanations ) | teen and up | 4.3k words

from the prompt: We're best friends and have been dating for over a month now but you won't kiss me so should we just break up and just be friends? But turns out you didn't know we were dating

the night i nearly lost you (really thought i'd lost you) | teen and up | 2.9k words

"Buck! Buck, baby! Stay with me, okay?" Eddie. Eddie's voice washes over him like a warmth blanket, comforting and grounding even amongst all the pain and fogginess. "Buck! Buck!" The screams calling his name pierce through Buck’s skull like a freight train. The pain pulses behind his eye and echoes down his spine until it falls into the churning waters of Buck’s stomach. Nausea rolls through him and he groans, closing his eyes. or: The woman sleep driving her car into the station goes a little faster and hits Buck... Eddie doesn't handle it well. BTHB Prompt: Ambulance Ride

I'm the one on the phone as you whisper | teen and up | 1.2k words

Buck's date cancels but he has already made the restaurant reservation, so he decides to call Hen and ask if she'd like to take Karen there. He dials the wrong number. It all works in the end.

i don't want to keep secrets just to keep you | teen and up | 5.5k words

Buck insists on keeping their relationship a secret for longer than Eddie thought they would. It causes some problems... until he finds the reason why.

#okay fineee these are not ALL of my fics but i have a lot and i gave up halfway through #here's a mostly kinda completed masterlist tho ig #my fics #my writing #april writes #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #buddie #buddie fic #buddie fics #buddie fanfiction #911 fic #911 fics #911 fanfiction #911 abc #911 on abc

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sweetestbaby · 6 months

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yet another excerpt from ilan pappé and noam chomsky's 2015 book on palestine, and i'll have to emphasize, this is from 2015, regarding events that occured in 2014, not october of 2023:

"When the current episode of sadism is called off, Israel hopes to be free to pursue its criminal policies in the Occupied Territories without interference, and with the US support it has enjoyed in the past: military, economic, and diplomatic; and also ideological, by framing the issues in conformity to Israeli doctrines. Gazans will be free to return to the norm in their Israeli-run prison, while in the West Bank Palestinians can watch in peace as Israel dismantles what remains of their possessions. That is likely the outcome if the United States maintains its decisive and virtually unilateral support for Israeli crimes and its rejection of the long-standing international consensus on diplomatic settlement. But the future will be quite different if the United States withdraws that support."

this is what happened in 2014 and many many many many times before, and this is what they expect to repeat in 2023. the united states will waltz in with a ceasefire proposal, which israel will accept as long as they can expand their control over palestine (which you can already foresee with netanyahu's talk of "security responsibility" over gaza) and continue their joint objective, which is to take over and colonize as much of palestine with as few palestinians in it as possible through sustained ethnic cleansing, to secure the oil reserves off the coast of gaza, and to keep the middle east in constant war, which is both financially profitable for both warmongering states as well as fitting for their white supremacist ideology

anyone who opposes the ongoing genocide against palestinians needs to understand that there is no israel without the united states and that there is no possible "peace process" from the hands of the united states because they are the ones supporting and enabling the genocide in the first place

#from the river to the sea palestine will be free #free gaza #free palestine #boycott israel #boycott divest sanction #palestine #ilan pappe #noam chomsky

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starfleetisapromise · 5 months

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"I know that sound"

I will never not love the fact that Cris Ríos recognizes the sound of someone throwing rocks at his ship.

I'll be watching Picard (all seasons) on repeat for the foreseeable future as I've just accepted an invitation to write a book chapter on it. Be prepared for more of these random thoughts.

#oh captain my captain #cristóbal rios #la sirena #star trek picard

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lemurzsquad · 2 months

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Music to Owl Ears (Ch 2)

Ch 2: Lunch Break

Pairing: Bokuto x musician fem!reader

Summary: As you're finally getting settled in on your first day, your lunch break is swiftly crashed by the usual pair of volleyball players.

A/N: This chapter is both silly and with slight angst, and writing my own thought process is kinda wacky ngl. Also, if you couldn't tell near the end, I have no idea how y/n gets home lol, I haven't thought far enough ahead to decide that yet, so the magic of ambiguity is my friend today. Idk why Akaashi is easier to write than Bokuto, but this chapter was a struggle, and it will continue to be a struggle for the foreseeable future

Word count: 2929

cw: overthinking (this is a reoccurring theme lol), self-sabotaging thoughts, Akaashi is not paid enough for this

"Bold for English"

"Not bold for Japanese:

- Masterlist -

< Ch 1: Jogging Laps | Ch 2: Lunch Break | Ch 3 (coming soon) >

The voice rang through the bustling classroom of students preparing for lunch.

“HEY, HEY, HEY!! Y/N!”

You were startled out of your ruminations to see a familiar figure standing in the doorway, waving enthusiastically in your direction. You gave him a small wave in return, the look on your face showing how taken aback you were that Bokuto had appeared again. You would have assumed he would have forgotten you by noon—assumed he had better things to be doing than being here—assumed he had plenty of friends to be hanging out with and that were waiting for him.

But no, he was here, smiling without a care in the world as he trotted up to your desk. He pulled out the chair of another desk to sit in it backwards in front of you, arms propped on the back of it.

Before you could get a word in, he starts asking, “How were your first classes? Have you made any friends yet? Are you going to lunch? Do you need help finding the cafeteria? Are you eating here? Are you eating with anyone? You should come eat with me and Akaashi if you haven't met anyone yet!”

You were far from oblivious of the looks and whispers of the other students in the room. You hesitated for a moment, subtly glancing around before replying, “It's fine. I'll probably just eat here.”

He frowned at that, his hair seeming to deflate a little. “By yourself?”

You felt a pang of something not-so-pleasant in your chest. Oh, you thought, I know that look. He was pitying you—or at the very least, he felt sorry for you. You were alone, you hadn't made any friends, and you probably weren't going to make any anytime soon. It made you want to shrink away. On one hand, you almost wanted him to just leave you alone, to not saddle you with this feeling that you were intruding upon his day. But on the other hand, in the back of your mind, you hoped desperately that he would stay, that he would drag you with him, that he would insist that you come with him, no longer asking but telling.

But you just closed your mouth into a half-hearted smile. You took off your glasses and pulled out a cleaning cloth so you didn't have to see his reaction. “It's fine,” you repeated in a deadpan.

You rubbed the lenses until they were hopefully clean enough and no longer had any dust or smudges. In your periphery, you saw movement and heard Bokuto shuffle. He set something on your desk that you couldn't quite identify until you put your glasses back on.

You watched as he unwrapped the cloth that covered his lunch and began to eat. Your brows furrowed; he was taking up half of your workspace and intended lunch table.

“What are you doing?” You asked, perplexed.

He looked up with an expression that made it seem like you were the one being odd. “Eating my lunch?” He posed it as an obvious observation.

You squinted at him. “But why are you doing that here? You said it yourself that you were eating with Akaashi.”

“Oh, great idea!” He perked up, grabbing for his phone.

Starting to take out your own lunch because you knew you would run out of time to eat, you stated, “You didn't answer my question.”

As much as you were making it blatantly obvious that you wanted him to leave, you wanted nothing more than that he wouldn't—that he would stay to eat lunch even after everything you know you're going to regret saying. You didn't know why this seemed to happen whenever you had to make friends, but you were starting to feel both annoyed and endlessly grateful for Bokuto's persistence—or ignorance, you weren't sure yet.

He seemingly sent a text on his phone before putting it down and answering, “Well, you didn't want to come with me.”

“And that constitutes staying here and eating lunch how exactly?” Your voice had lost the majority of its edge, instead opting for a more conversational than confrontational approach.

“I didn't want to just leave you here by yourself!” He put his hands on the desk and sat up, mouth ajar in a silent gasp.

“What does me being by myself have anything to do with you?” You opened your lunchbox to get your thermos. Unscrewing the lid, you finally started to eat. You were thankful for the company.

He tilted his head from side to side, replying, “I figured that, since you're new, you don't have anyone to sit by yet. Plus, I still gotta make up for this morning! Wouldn't be right if I didn't.”

“You really don't have to…” You murmured. So it is just to make up for this morning, you commented to yourself. Go figure. Somehow, that just made the tight feeling in your chest tighter. Why would he want to just be friends with me? That doesn't just happen to me. A frown unknowingly stretched at the corners of your lips, adding to the already blank face you wore. You stared down at your food.

“Oh, come on, of course I do!” He broke you from your thoughts. “What kind of friend would I be if I didn't?!”

You looked up, perplexed once again.

He went on and began to ramble, “Well, we're not friends yet, but if we were friends or were going to be friends, I would feel bad not having completely made up for running into you. Friends wouldn't do that, right? They would make sure everything was scored away and taken care of. Like if you spill something on the floor, you wouldn't just leave it there—”

Your blank stare flicked between his golden eyes in search of what could possibly compel him to be here, to call you a friend intentionally or unintentionally. It made you forget for a moment how uncomfortable the eye contact was. You thought that if you had to listen to more of his speech you would surely have dropped your jaw in sheer bewilderment, which is why you were grateful for Akaashi appearing at that very moment.

The classroom had mostly cleared out by then, making Akaashi's footsteps easy to hear as he stepped into the doorway. “Bokuto-san, why did you ask me to come here– oh, Y/n, you're here, too.” His tone was even with just a hint of surprise.

Bokuto waved cheerfully, and you also gave a subtle, relieved wave. Akaashi approached your desk, lunch in hand. “Are you eating here?” He directed the question to Bokuto curtly.

He received a nod and wide smile as confirmation while you let out a little breath—not quite a sigh, but close enough. You looked at Akaashi and silently mouthed ‘help me’. You were certain that he saw it, but your plea went unanswered.

When he, too, pulled up a chair from a nearby desk with a sigh, your table space was further diminished. You wore an expression similar to betrayal when you asked, “How could you?” You also wanted to see just how much English he knew—how much he and Bokuto knew, at that.

Akaashi glanced at Bokuto briefly before unwrapping his own meal. “I am picking my battles.”

“Ah,” you said, “I see. That's probably for the best.” You went back to biting into a cucumber slice before Bokuto started pouting.

“Hey, you guys can't just have a secret conversation without me!” It confirmed your suspicion that Akaashi knew more English than he did.

You pursed your lips and raised your eyebrows, directing your gaze off to the left and out the window. It was Akaashi's turn to deal with him now, you decided. “I was just saying how I may as well stay to eat because you asked me to come here.” He wasn't entirely wrong.

Bokuto squinted, jutting out his bottom lip in suspicion; his gaze shifted between the two of you a near comical amount of times. He didn't press the topic any further, however. Instead, he asked suddenly, “Have you picked a club yet?”

You looked up from a slice of fruit you had just taken a bite of, wide-eyed eyes saying ‘huh’? You took a moment to finish chewing and swallowing your food before asking, “Why would I join a club?”

Bokuto and Akaashi both stopped their own eating to stare at you at that. Akaashi was the next to speak up, “Most people join a club. It also helps with making friends.”

You shrunk down a little bit. “Well, I don't know how much time I'll have to join a club. I got into this school because I auditioned for the music program, so I—”

“Oh, then you do have a club!” Bokuto interrupted.

You tilted your head. “Band and orchestra aren't considered classes?”

They looked at each other and shrugged. “No, I don't think so,” Akaashi said.

A quiet ‘huh’ passed your lips, finding the difference in school organization interesting. “I'm supposed to get my ensemble placement this week I think. If I'm not mistaken, I'll either make it into the full orchestra or I'll end up in the band.” You grabbed another fruit slice from the little container you had brought in your lunchbox before continuing. “I'm hoping to get into the orchestra because I've spent so much time in band, but I don't think I'd mind either way. I'd have more people to cover my part with me in band compared to orchestra.”

Neither seemed to quite understand what you were talking about. “What instrument do you play?” Bokuto asked with chopsticks still in his mouth.

You realized you were just mindlessly talking about music, so used to almost exclusively talking to fellow band kids. The thought pained your heart with a dull ache of what was missing.

“I play bassoon,” you put simply. “I don't remember the Japanese name for it off the top of my head right now.” You didn't really feel like searching it up again either. You almost felt bad not knowing the name of your own instrument in the country you were currently living in, but you had had bigger things to worry about like actually moving.

It was clear neither Bokuto nor Akaashi knew what a bassoon was, so everyone just went back to quietly eating. The atmosphere was suddenly both awkward and comfortable in the momentary silence.

It was Akaashi that broke the conversational stalemate this time. “How long have you been playing your instrument?”

You tried to recall, counting back school years and summer breaks, before shrugging. “Around seven years or so, I think.”

Akaashi mouthed ‘wow’, remarking, “That's a long time.”

You shook your head and argued, “Not really, considering people who play piano or string instruments can start as young as four years old. Bassoon is too big for kids that young to start learning.” You started mumbling to yourself, adding, “Unless they're weird and start playing tenoroon or something, which would just be excessive.”

You figured your music rambling wasn't what they wanted to hear or talk about, so you changed the subject instead. “You said that most people join a club. Does that include you two as well?”

Bokuto perked up at that as a confident smile stretched across his face. He smugly put his fist on his chest and upturned his nose when he announced, “You're looking at Fukurodani's amazing, number 1 ace!”

“Volleyball. We're on the volleyball team,” Akaashi elaborated. He turned to Bokuto and added, “And there can only be one ace, so you're number 1 by default regardless of how good you are.”

Bokuto looked offended for a moment before grumbling with crossed arms, “But I'm still the best.”

“Well, yes, you can't be the ace without being the best,” Akaashi stated matter-of-factly, but it still seemed to boost Bokuto's ego based on the way his grin only grew wider than it had been before.

At that point, they started to talk about something related to their team, leaving you to continue eating in peace. You tuned them out naturally to think about nothing in particular and stare blankly into the surface of your desk. It was nice being able to not think about anything for a little bit, having the two volleyball players running as background noise and some band piece you can't quite remember the name of playing on repeat in your mind while you focused entirely on your lunch. It was far from the forefront of your thoughts, but you were thankful they were there.

After a long while—you didn't notice the time passing, so you had no idea how long it had been—your name and a waving hand pulled you from your zone.

“...n. Y/n? Y/n!”

It was Bokuto, his hand passing back and forth in front of your downturned face. You turned your gaze up to him, wide-eyed, with a question of ‘What do you need?’ clearly painted in your expression. You picked up your phone, glancing at the time and realizing lunch would be ending soon.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You asked.

“I was just saying we’re about to leave. You didn't hear me?” His tone didn't have a hint of offense in it, to your surprise; you would have figured he would pout that you weren't listening.

“No,” you answered bluntly before you could think about how it sounded, “I tuned out when you guys started talking about volleyball. Sorry.”

Bokuto just shrugged, already getting up. “You must have been bored, then. Promise we'll talk about something other than volleyball next time!” His expression was surprisingly warm, the sunny smile somehow the cherry on top.

Next time? You tilted your head and furrowed your brows before you could think about it.

“Yeah, tomorrow!” Bokuto answered what you then realized you had said out loud.

You sent your gaze to Akaashi, who was halfway to the door as students from your own class were filtering in. He sent an unreadable look back before stepping outside and standing beside the doorway, presumably waiting for Bokuto.

Who still stood in front of you, leaning down with his hands flat on your desk. He gave you one last beam before bounding towards where his friend had left, shouting, “Bye, Y/n!” on the way there. With a final enthusiastic wave, he, too, vanished from your class.

Once again, the suspicious, curious, confused eyes and murmurs of your classmates were not lost on you. Now, however, it was clear it would be significantly longer-lasting. The realization dawned that you had gotten yourself wrapped up in a mess that wouldn't be easy to get out of. An evidently popular guy who's presumably one of the top players on a sports team who had essentially made a promise to come back the next day? That was someone you would have never guessed in a thousand lifetimes you would end up being involved with, yet here you were. Seemingly stuck with him for an indeterminate amount of time.

You hoped that maybe both volleyball players would get bored of you like you half expected they would—the same expectation you had with everyone. Maybe they would forget you by the next day, and you would be left to your own devices once again. You would be starting from square one with making friends, but that wouldn't be so awful, right? You tried your best to ignore the nagging voice at the back of your mind that practically shouted, This is your one chance to make friends, and you didn't even have to go out of your way to meet them. Throw this away now, and you're practically dooming yourself to be alone for the rest of your time here.

You ignored it. As you always did. Letting people in was never your specialty, but keeping people out certainly was.

That nagging voice held out hope, however, that they would come back—that they wouldn't give up on you no matter how much you told yourself that they should. Gosh, if only they would keep appearing, keep bothering you, keep dragging you along.

For now, though, you continued on with your day as if nothing had happened. You fiddled with a pen while absentmindedly taking in whatever the rest of your teachers said. By the end of the day, you were exhausted; you were surprised by just how draining it was to have to consciously understand a language you had basic conversational skills in.

With one earbud in your ear to feed you music you could recite word for word, you traveled home from school for the first time. The map pulled up on your phone instructed you where to go so you wouldn't get lost.

The sun was slowly creeping down towards the horizon bit by bit, thankfully behind you so you didn't have to stare at it. But it turned the sky ahead a gradient from pale yellow to blue to indigo in a tiny sliver just above the buildings littering the view in the distance. A handful of clouds were illuminated in gold and seemed to glow an angelic white.

You stopped for a moment to breathe in the moment. This is life now, you remarked to yourself. Bittersweetness clawed at you, leaving you with something between a fond, hopeful, grateful smile and a nostalgic, heartbroken, lonely frown.

You blinked away the condensation that seemed to cloud your eyes. Unconscious footsteps carried you forward.

Because that's all you really could do: keep moving forward.

Thank you for reading!! <333

- Masterlist -

< Ch 1: Jogging Laps | Ch 2: Lunch Break | Ch 3 (coming soon) >

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43 BBY The Aftermath of Altora part seven

Things continued more or less the same over the next two weeks. Scabbard wasted no time harvesting the materials and making the repairs to both the Scabbard and Scarab. Everyone pretty much accepted Meri's presence with me as normal pretty fast and respected her for her combat skills. There was only one problem that occurred during this time and that was when shortly after I had talked with Tali. Miava approached me privately, "Kal, if I may ask. Why does your ship refer to you as Mand'alor?" I knew this was going to come up, but I was hoping to avoid it for a while longer but that was no longer possible. "To put simply. I'm laying claim to the title." Miava stared at me through her helmet. I didn't know her while enough to know the minor hints her body language gave off so I wasn't certain what she would do. She looked me up and down, "Are you going to try and reclaim Mandalore?" I thought about that for a moment. Shei Wei made sure to teach me of the current power struggles of the Mandalorian people. There were three prominent groups right now. The True Mandalorians, the Death Watch, and the New Mandalorians. Technically, Shei Wei would be considered a True Mandalorian but in reality she didn't align with any of them. "No. I don't think I will. Or at least not for the foreseeable future. Right now I want to focus on strengthening our people who fell in the cracks. Those like my Alor who are unaligned. And then give them a home and purpose. That is my goal as of now." Miava stood there motionless for a moment longer before saying, "I think that is probably the best thing for our people, given the current situation. I'll have a talk with Shenra and tell her what you said. I'm certain she will be honored to serve you as I am, Mand'alor." With that she walked past me and headed to their quarters. I sigh in relief. This was my first real victory as Mand'alor.

When Scabbard was fully repaired I had her chart a course to Landor first. I wanted to drop the men off so they could have some R and R after a successful mission. Afterwards we made our way to Coruscant. I met with the senator by myself. He was very generous with the reward and just as much with drink. We drank well into the evening to the point where I had Alephi come and pick me up. We returned to the Scabbard and made our way back to Landor. I decided to focus on building up my forces so we wouldn't have a repeat of Altora.

#The Torka Saga

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gra-sonas · 3 years

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Michael & Alex in 3x10 ヽ(ˇっˇ)ノ❤️

#malex #alex manes #michael guerin #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis #rnm 3x10 #rnm spoilers #roswell new mexico #roswell new mexico s3 #i'll watch this on repeat for the foreseeable future #🥺😭#i love them so much

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miracul0us-multishipper · 4 years

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You (Part 2)

Now you see me, now you don’t!

Part 1 | AO3

Felix Graham De Vanily was, in his own humble opinion, special.

He was smart.

He was composed.

He knew exactly what to say and when, and he could make people see exactly what he wanted them to see.

He wasn’t his cousin, after all, almost identical looks aside. Adrien never knew when to speak up, or when it was better to stay quiet. Never knew how to hide his thoughts and keep his - utterly unrealistic, when it came to his father - hopes in check. And he might be smarter than Felix gave him credit for, but all that intelligence left him as soon as his friends were concerned.

That was what all his flaws boiled down to, really.

Adrien made the fatal, unforgiving mistake of caring too much. Always had.

(It was what Felix liked about him, deep down. Adrien was genuine, in everything he felt. Felix envied him for the ease with which he made friends.)

But.

Felix wasn’t like Adrien at all. He was too smart to care for people - his mother aside - any more than he had to. Mundane distractions. Friends, crushes - all things that would only deter him from his path in life: high above the crowd, always the center of attention, yet unreachable. Playing everyone, but gone before anybody noticed.

It was a glorious but lonely road. No, scratch that. It was a lonely but glorious road. Much better.

He didn’t need anything or anyone.

He was the sole and solemn genius of the family.

He was a magician, who didn’t need any fancy jewelry to work miracles - just the right distraction and disguise.

He was-

“Ow!”

Groaning Felix looked at the little bite marks on his finger.

“Were you even listening?! Or did you just wait for an opportunity to stab me in the back?”

The black and white bundle of fur and betrayal on his lap meowed and swiped at his hand, now out of reach.

“I knew you couldn’t be trusted.”, he grumbled and shoved the traitor off of his legs, but couldn’t help but smile when he smugly licked his nose - as if to say: I'd do it again. “I raised you too well. Now, where was I?”

He sighed.

“Ah, yes. I don’t care for anyone - please stop scratching that ear, honey, it’s not healed yet - because I'm just too smart for that. So it’s utterly impossible that I, Felix Graham de Vanily, am in love with Dupain-Cheng. Got it?”

His cat, the little bastard, answered by knocking his pencil box over and started to chew on a pen. Felix narrowed his eyes.

“Oh? You dare doubt my word?”

With quick fingers he stole his cat's spoils and placed it out of his reach.

“Quite bold for a creature without opposable thumbs, hm?”

Insulted, the poor, thumbless pet retreated to his laptop and laid down on the keyboard - causing the screensaver to give way to the last opened tab. Which was Marinette's Instagram page.

“Wah!”

Hurried to hide the proof of his interest - as if she might somehow appear in his room if he looked at her picture for too long - he shooed his pet away and closed the tab. Said pet meowed smugly and, upset about being chased away from two spots already, sat down on his pillow. Great.

“You did that on purpose!”, he accused his cat. “But that tab proves nothing. It was merely a passing interest in her admittedly wearable work. It has nothing to do with any confessions - faked confessions, or that she can apparently recognize me in disguise, or the very neutral fact that she is cute, by some people's - not my own! - standards.”

His cat blinked. And sneezed onto his pillow.

“Bless you. Now move, or I’ll use you instead of a bunny for that hat trick I’m working on.”

Sighing, Felix let himself fall backwards onto his bed, grabbing the fleeing cat and burying his face in the fluffy fur.

“Oh, to be a cat!”, he wailed into his involuntary comfort pillow. “With no troubles except how to best annoy his owner.”

The poor animal hissed and escaped his grasp, saving himself from the bitter fate of a comfort pillow.

“Run, you uncaring monster.”, Felix sighed, “Leave me to my worries. Which don’t include Marinette at all, by the way.”

He sat up and watched as the little traitor turned to sulk on his dresser.

“Stop looking at me like that. Even if I had a short bout of interest - possibly even infatuation! It’s already all but cured.”

He nodded to himself, ignoring that the disinterested cat had begun cleaning his leg instead of listening.

“School's closed, after all!”, he hummed, scrolling through the news on his phone. “And social contacts are to be reduced to the bare minimum. So I’m not going to see her again before this passing interest has... well, passed.”

As if in response to his words, his laptop started to ring and the monitor lit up with the picture of blue, blue eyes and a smile that could melt the stars off of the sky. Not that he paid attention to such things.

“Oh no, no, no!”, he panted as he fell out of his bed and stumbled towards the computer. “Incoming Skype call?! Oh, come on!”

The ringtone repeated itself and Felix jumped.

“What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?”

Panicking, he looked at his pet.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?!”

The addressed party blinked. And went back to licking his nuts.

“Argh! I am surrounded by incompetence!”

Taking a deep breath, Felix straightened his vest and cravat - just because he was staying at home for the foreseeable future didn’t mean that he would dress any less professionally.

“Who needs your advice anyway. I can do this.”

He straightened his back and sat down on the chair in front of his desk.

“I am Felix Graham de Vanily, the best actor in all of France and the United Kingdom, not in love with Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and I can totally answer a Skype call.”

Before he could think again, he pressed the green button.

“Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng!”, he greeted overly enthusiastic. “We meet again.”

“If you can call it that.”, Marinette laughed with the voice of a goddamn angel. She was wearing a white, polka-dotted pajama top, was illuminated by early-noon sunlight falling through some sort of window in the ceiling, and her hair – was – down.

If this was some sort of cosmic test, it wasn’t fair.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your virtual company?”, he said quickly, trying not to think too much about how her hair looked even softer than the fur of a certain cat. Then, for good measure, he added: “Miss me already?”

Marinette disappeared for a moment, before returning with a sizable stack of papers.

“As much as I could do without my favorite pain in the neck, we have a school assignment to do. You know, since school is closed?”

She leaned in and he held his breath.

“Did you even notice? I haven’t seen you last Friday.”

What was he supposed to answer to that? Oh, I noticed alright! It kept me from embarrassing myself by avoiding you, because my brain got all mushy ever since you fake-confessed to me pretending to be my cousin?

Ha! Fat chance.

“Aw, worried for me?”, he improvised, as usual, by being sarcastic. “Let me soothe your concern for your favorite pain in the neck: I merely got tired of cosplaying Adrien. I'm a very busy man, you see?”

She rolled her eyes and somehow managed to make it look cute.

“Of course you are. Well, hopefully not too busy for a presentation on marine biology, due next week.”

He blinked.

“Excuse me?”

“You know, the one Adrien and I are supposed to do?”

Felix Had Questions. For example:

“How was I supposed to know that?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t hack into Adriens E-mail account. I saw you present homework that you couldn’t have known about if Madame Mendeleiev hadn’t emailed you, as Adrien.”

She raised an eyebrow, in a way that could almost be described as playful.

“Plus, you seem the type to do that.”

He scoffed and crossed his arms, as if it would hide his racing heartbeat.

“First of all: No, I am not breaking into my cousins account. I may like to prank him - or rather everyone, really - but that goes a little far. Secondly, that Lila girl was only too eager to do homework with Adrien-Me, so I could keep up with every assignment once I could get her hands off of me.”

“I thought a magician never revealed his tricks?”

True. But he had wanted to see if she would get jealous. Which she didn’t. Which was expected and totally fine by him. He didn’t care anyways.

Lucky for him, Marinette wanted to tease him more than an answer.

“Well, I hope your work ethic is better when it comes to presentations. I'll send you the materials!”

A click later, his laptop alerted him of One New Email, containing no less than twenty-two pages of material. He raised his eyebrows.

“Not to crush your little illusion of me as a hard-working student, but that looks like awfully tedious work. What makes you think I would voluntarily do homework meant for Prince Charming?”

The sassy little smirk she'd shown him during their battles of wit last week returned.

“You mean, aside from the fact that, once school is open again and Adrien is back, your little trick with pretending to be him will be revealed? And that I’m your best chance not to be chased out of town by a very angry Chloé Bourgeois? Not to start with Alya, Rose and Juleka, who still haven’t forgiven you for that stunt you pulled the last time you were here.”

Sound argument, he had to give her that.

“Pah!”, he said, just for the sake of irritating her. “So what? It’s not like it was my idea to move to Paris anyway!”

That was at least partially true. His mother had insisted to come back to France, mostly because she wanted to keep an eye on Gabriel. But he hadn’t been against it either.

It wasn’t like he had friends in London anyway, and in Paris it at least didn’t get boring, with all these butterflies and superheroes. Plus, he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he had missed Adrien. That boy could use a little family - once Felix was done pretending to be him.

Marinette hummed and tapped her chin impatiently.

“Well, then see it as the prize you promised me after our little insult-match at the Trocadero.”

“Wait, wait, wait!”, he held up his hands. “I already settled that score, didn’t I? You confessed to me, remember?”

“I practiced confessing to Adrien with you, you mean.”, she reminded him with a raised eyebrow – Ouch, by the way – before leaning back in her pink chair. “And that was because you talked me into it. I never told you what I wanted, did I?”

Well, fuck. Not that the prospect of working with Marinette was that unpleasant, but in his current state of emotional confusion, it would only be detrimental. He needed an out, an excuse!

“Why would you want to work with me anyways? I would have thought you'd jump at the chance to do something with Prince Adrien of Dreamland. Why settle for the pain in the neck?”

Marinette sighed.

“Adrien is still recovering from his flu, and given the current, ah, global situation, I thought it would be better to put his health first. Besides, you're my favorite pain in the neck.”

“I'm flattered, darling”, he said, trying not to sound like it was as true as it was, “but-“

“Oh my gosh!”, Marinette interrupted him with a shout, and suddenly her eyes dominated the entire screen, as if she were mere millimeters away from her own computer. “Felix! What is that?!”

“Huh?”, he made, eloquent as usual. He turned around, just in time to see his traitorous cat jump from the dresser right onto his lap. Apparently, now that Felix had someone else to talk to, the little bastard felt neglected.

“You mean him?”, he asked, turning back to the screen with the cat in his lap. An inhuman squeal came from the other side of the line and Marinette sacked back into her chair, which spun around its axis, like, three times in a single second.

“Felix Graham de Vanily!”, she said with all but glowing eyes. “Show – me – the cat!”

Since her voice made absolutely clear that it had been an order and Felix had always had a strong survival instinct, he obediently held up the little monster. Who let out a plaintive little “Mow”, but otherwise submitted to his fate.

“Oh my gosh!”, Marinette repeated, “He's adorable!”

“You think?”, Felix said dumbly, at a loss for how to react to this sudden change in situation.

“I do! I do! What's his name?”

“Uh...”, Felix thought, debating whether a lie would save his reputation. “Uhm...”

“Don’t tell me you named him Felix Junior!” She turned towards the cat in false exasperation. “Did he name you Felix Junior?!”

The cat that was most certainly not named Felix Junior meowed in his feline confusion.

“No, of course not!”, Felix snapped back, sinking into the chair as if it might have mercy and swallow him.

“Then what's his name? What, for God’s sake, is this pretty little kitty called?!”

What had his life turned into?

“'dini.”, he mumbled, hiding his face behind the cat.

“What? Speak louder!”, Marinette demanded, and so he accepted his fate.

“Houdini!”, he groaned in embarrassment. “I named him Houdini, alright? I was eleven!”

For a moment, the line went quiet. Then, inevitably, Marinette burst out in laughter.

“For real? I can’t believe it!”

Sulking, Felix turned away from the screen, but immediately Marinette stopped.

“No, no, no! Bring Houdini back! I love his name, okay? Give him back!”

“You're not telling anybody of him, got it?”, he hissed, cheeks as red as Ladybug's suit. Marinette snickered.

“Of course, I promise. Houdini will be our little secret, alright? Now bring him back!”

Satisfied, Felix turned the chair back towards the laptop and placed Houdini on the desk. The curious thing didn’t hesitate to lounge onto his keyboard and examined the camera, much to Marinette’s delight.

“Oh lord, he's so cute!”

Felix sighed and leaned back.

“Believe me, he knows.”

“He looks just like you!”

At that, Felix spluttered and jumped up again.

“W-w-what?!”

Internally already setting up the equation: “Marinette thinks Houdini is cute, and Marinette thinks Houdini looks like Felix, then Marinette thinks Felix is cute?” he was about two seconds from fainting.

“He's got a little tie, see?”, Marinette giggled on, ignorant of the thought-spiral she'd sent him into. “Just like you!”

Oh. She meant the patterns of his fur, which admittedly looked a little like he was wearing a tie. Of course.

“Who's the most adorable thing in Paris? You are!”, Marinette continued with her shameless adoration of that undeserving little brat, who currently Mow-ed happily at the screen. Pah!

“Just so you know, he bites people for fun.”, Felix badmouthed his own pet, absolutely not because he was jealous. “You can’t trust him. He'll act sweet, but as soon as you're not looking he's got your fingers between his sharp little fangs!”

“Eh, I can handle it.”, Marinette shrugged and immediately went back to admiring Houdini. “You're a good kitty, aren’t you? The best, the best! Yes, you are!”

“No, he's not!”, Felix insisted through clenched teeth. “He's moody and arrogant! Nobody likes him, that's why I took him in! He thinks it’s fun to hurt people, he holds grudges forever and he's incredibly annoying when he's bored!”

Wait, was he still talking about the cat?

“You just like him because he looks all cute and innocent, but if you knew him, you'd never even want to be in the same room as him.”

Marinette had gone quiet on the other side, and Houdini narrowed his eyes at him in betrayal. Then she shrugged.

“If you don’t want him anymore, I'll take him in.”

“What?!”

She would have to pry the little shit out of his cold, dead hands!

“Did you not listen to a word I said?” he asked, trying not to let on that he didn’t actually dislike Houdini.

Marinette smiled.

“Sure. But I still think he's a good kitty.”

“But why?”

She hummed, pushing her stack of papers aside so she could put her elbows on the desk. Resting her chin on her hand, she looked up in him.

“Most cats are. You just got to give them a chance to come out of their shell.”

“But... But he's mean!”

“Maybe he's just lonely. Maybe he needs some friends, and then he'll learn to be nicer. I can wait.”

He was not blushing!

“Why would you want to? There's lots of better cats, you could just pick one of them right away.”

“Yeah, well, I want Houdini. All cats deserve a chance. Even the meaner ones.”

She smiled down at the black and white loaf that purred on his keyboard.

“In my experience, peop- cats only show their best sides if you give them a chance to open up. If you're too quick to brush them aside as hopeless, or mean, you might miss out on the most wonderful personalities underneath. And I think Houdini is one of those.”

And then, because the universe just wanted to see him fall, she winked at him. Jesus Christ!

“Anyway, I'll give you some time to read through the material I sent you. Message me once you’re done, we've got a lot of work ahead. Bye!”

Before he could realize what she had said, the window blanked and closed on him. Disappointed that his fan had vanished, Houdini meowed and returned once again to Felix' lap.

“Bye.”, Felix stammered belatedly. What had just... How could she go around just saying things like that? And then hang up?!

“Ugh, Houdini!”, he lamented. “Look what I have become!”

Reduced to a beetred, stammering, weird-cat-metaphor-using fool!

The cat gave a smug “Mrow” and headbutted him in the chin, but Felix didn’t have it in him to complain.

“Fine,” he sighed in defeat, “you win. So what if I like her?”

Houdini purred.

“You do too, don’t you? Bet you'd bite her anyway.”

He purred on, unperturbed.

“Knew it.”

He sighed once again.

“She's right, though. You are a good kitty. Deep down.”

Houdini meowed and licked his finger, just where he'd bitten him earlier.

“Well, now you're just sucking up to me! Two-faced little demon. Mwah!”

He pressed a small kiss to the top of his furry head, then rolled the chair closer to the desk and opened his emails.

“Alright, then.”, he tried to motivate himself, “let's show Marinette what a good kitty- what a good person we are and do our homework.”

At that, Houdini promptly stood up and jumped onto the bed, leaving him alone with twenty-two pages of reading material.

“Bastard.”

- - -

Bonus:

Ladybug, crashing through Felix' window: Felix Graham de Vanily!

Felix: Ladybug?!

Ladybug: I have it on good authority that you own a good kitty! It is crucial for the safety of Paris that I pet him right this instant!

Felix, remembering her right hook: ... sure?

#miramu writes #felinette fluff #felinette #felix/marinette #canon!felix #marinette dupain cheng #felix graham de vanily #its corona time

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jeellshobbies · 2 years

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SKZ songs I've listened to so far part one

I can foresee how long this thread can get, so buckle up

this is how I used to journal- since I'm not good at putting my feels into words, I often turn to songs for some help hehe. Maybe one day I'll create playlists with a post that explains why I added it hehe we'll see x)

so I present to you, SKZ songs and what and how much they mean to me part one

these 5 songs are really special to me cuz they're the first 5 songs I heard from skz TT3TT so I naturally also have the most to say about them

a major thanks in advance for the english subtitles and those vids where they put the lyrics on screen along with the english translations. I can't speak, read nor write korean so it really helped me in understanding the meaning of the songs better

also like omg, the amt of inspo I got from skz for my sims series HAHAHA I can't wait to come back from my hiatus and get to those parts where there's skz songs added weeee

Red Lights (Bang Chan and Hyunjin)

this song gave me so much inspo for my future sims series HAHAHA I love the darker tones they used for this song- and the lyrics can be easily interpreted into ANYTHING.

is the subject they're referring to a thing? a person? a job? heck, even a hobby?

it could be anything. And that's what I love about it, and it's probably the reason why I listened to this song on repeat the longest.

when I first heard this song, I was either studying or working on my sims story. At first I thought it was just really catchy (since I don't really know what the song is about yet entirely) So like what I do with any other kpop songs, I search up the meaning (just nice their music videos have english translations hehe)

and BOY when i saw the translations HAHAHA OMG.

Sometimes I feel like the song is a conversation between you and that subject you're obsessed over. Because tbh if my hobby could talk, it would probably say this-

"Tell me you hate me. "I can't handle you anymore". But I know, you and me, there's no other way."

I guess for me it's the relationship I had with my storytelling hobby in sims. It pretty much consumed almost all of my time ever since I started. If I weren't working on poses or building lots, I was on insta interacting with other simmers. I love it, don't get me wrong, but my introvert self can only take so much socializing. Plus the weekly all nighters on fridays took a toll on my body too.

It has a sexy and rough tone to it but if you look deeper it could also be about that one thing you're obsessed with- for my case it was the sims HAHAHA. I usually spend my friday evenings making poses, taking screenies, editing until the next morning. I'll sleep for like, 3 hours and then get back at it before I do my other responsibilities.

So yeah, that's red lights to me for ya.

God's Menu

"No one can copy us, our own game. From the start it's all ours."

That line. That friggin line. I don't know how to explain it without going off in a rant.

There's also a point where my sims friends were all getting copied by other people. Hence why this line's impact is pretty strong

you'll hear me talking about this topic a lot throughout here, but just bits and pieces of it

"Just put everything in. Don't mind the other, put more. Don't hesitate, pour more. Mix, mix" "Yes, sir and ma'am"

I haven't really watched any of the behind the scenes so I'm not sure if they explained what they meant with this part but to me it's a form of encouragement to give something your all and don't care about what others would have to say.

Thunderous

Okay as I get to the songs I realized why I love them so much

it's a shoot back at the h8ers and naysayers in my life HAHAHAHA. It also gave me LOTS of ideas for my simseries

"I don't care how they look at me. I'll say what I have to say ptui ptiu ptui- thunderous."

I realized after listening to this song a lot I was a bit more outspoken when it came to people in my life. The past few years I've just been quiet and to myself and even if people cross the line I would usually just smile it off

but lately I've been calling them out.

could it be I'm just reaching my limit? could it be I just want a change for once? either way I love it. I welcome this change.

I've been lately feeling the urge to change a lot of things in my life because I want to see improvements- or just something different tbh. Not tolerating unnecessary toxicity would be one of them.

I guess that also explains why I no longer talk to a lot of people I used to talk to HAHAHAHA.

"I was born crooked, my voice can go against a hundred. If I don't like something I can talk back until I'm satisfied."

That's the goal folks. I don't necessary want to talk back to everything that goes against me. Sometimes if it's better to just walk away that's what I'd do.

Cuz tbh not everything is worth your energy and effort. What we can get out of this line is... I guess knowing that you CAN fight back. And you WILL fight back until you're good.

But if I were to take it further with this line, you CAN fight back, and you WILL fight back until you're good- because it's worth it.

But if it ain't worth it then... HAH, CHEESE.

Cheese

tbh this whole song is an entire mood. I'd be quoting every line.

I love it. The vibe of the song, the attitude that comes along at the delivery of the song.

It makes you feel empowered in that weird way (at least to me)- especially with Thunderous.

in the current company I work in, I'm the youngest despite working here for 3 years already- you'd think every year someone younger would come along. there was once someone did, but they left because they hated the environment. I can't blame her tho, I would too HAHAHA.

So can you imagine being the generation gap? From the way I dress, the things I eat, the way I look the things that interest me

pretty much everything

I'd probably go deeper into it another time but one of the things that stuck with me the longest was how they constantly picked on how I look- I did competitive sports since I was a kid and I guess i got my mom's side's metabolism- which is super strong. So I had very little body fat, which also means I'm not gifted in the boob department :')

so guess what aside from being constantly told I'm stuff that I'm not, I'm also constantly teased and told to wear push up bras or even consider boob jobs just to fit what's good to them :)

I knew it's just trash speaking trash but overtime if you hear it almost everyday it can start to get to you :) For a while I found issues with things I didn't have issues with to begin with- like my body at that point.

if you search up Alexandra Trusova that's pretty much my body type when I came in HAHAH that's when I was still active in training, also keep in mind I'm 153cm. i was mostly muscle and very little fat. And I was only 20 then, where my metabolism is still on full speed. now at 23, I don't train at all anymore so naturally I gained a few kilos. I still pretty much look the same despite eating the same way I did back then- with hotpots and kbbqs from time to time.

ngl I did have this thought where "hmm i gained weight maybe they won't bother me anymore"

but they still do

So now I'm just... "HAH, CHEESE."

Their songs just speaks out everything I'm feeling perfectly like that's it. That's the whole tweet HAHA.

It doesn't bother anymore, thanks to 21 and a half year old Jeel who managed to talk herself out of that dark place.

tldr (sorry for blabbing, I got way too passionate there) words can hurt and sometimes people say hurtful things KNOWING it's not a good thing to say.

and there's nothing we can do anything about it, sadly- since we can't control other people's actions. It will hurt- like it did for me. and that's okay to acknowledge. tbh I only started making progress on making peace with it when I let myself really feel how it wants to feel about the situation- journalling helped on my end. having a rant page in my bujo helped. and then overtime, with the help of other songs I found that helps say out how I really feel, I slowly made peace with it.

AND OMG PLS THAT LINE WHERE THEY STARTED MENTIONING THE FINGERS HAHAHAH THAT'S A BIG FUCK YOU TO THE HATERS OUT THERE HAHAHAH

this is the disstrack of the year for me

Wolfgang

"Plowing through the storm, yeah I know. A continuous brutal and suffocating feeling. Even if I try to escape, now I know. This is a competition I can't avoid."

At first it kinda gave me the same vibes as "Dancing with a Wolf" by all time low, just a bit. Idk if it's because wolves are also mentioned. There's also "The Wolf" by the Simple Creatures. But after seeing the english translation not really- they're definitely not about the same stuff HAHAH.

Wolfgang, while it still have that line of eating you up, feels more like an anthem amongst your long-time friends. The kind of group you get your strength from in really dark friends.

the kind of people you'd want by your side against it all.

Wolfgang is pretty much dancing with a wolf and the edge of tonight combined for me. Like the sentiments I have for these songs especially.

this also makes really great camp cheer songs. Like imagine the camp theme was musicians and your team got Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart HAHAHAH.

imagine the campfire cheer for your group, it'll definitely win best cheer x)

but yeah, wolfgang- unlike the other songs, has a lighter meaning to me. it's one of those songs you'd jam to with your friends during a long drive. the kind your friends would sing and dance to during karaoke nights.

I mean I've never done that since my friends and I have different music tastes- to so my fellow stays who are close friends with fellow stays please live this dream for me and tell me all about it TT3TT HAHAHAH it's one of the reasons why i want to make a separate account for this

#skz #stray kids #jeells hobbies #stray kids songs #stay skz #STAY

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