#pandemic cliche

[houseofache]

shout out to the gym, the girlies were so right about you i love you

#as someone who has an addictive personality #(and is a recovered alcoholic) #i really gotta hand it to the gym for being such a powerful tool for curbing the moods that would often trigger my drinking #love u queen #you will always be famous to me #but no fr i know it’s cliche but if you’re struggling #try moving your body in a way that’s joyful to you! #it doesnt have to be the gym either— i got started in the pandemic with fucking ring fit on the switch #and it was GREAT #anyways thats all #fitness influencer!lana out #shut up lana

[sharkneto]

the last post you reblogged about not being able to predict reader's reactions--how would you say shifting together has faired in terms of how you expected readers would react versus reality

My uncertainty with sharing Shifting Together was I did not know how they'd be received with how OC heavy it is. I was not expecting the Rob Love. Or Sarah love, but especially not the Rob love.

A thing that stopped me from sharing those fics for a long time was-- well, primarily that I needed to get orsumfenix's blessing to do so because they're very blatantly based on their fic. But after that was because they are OC heavy, especially JT. There's something much more vulnerable about sharing OCs rather than fic with just established characters. We already know we like the established characters - it's why we're reading fanfic in the first place, to get more of them and their dynamics and relationships. OC's throw homemade blorbos into the mix and they do have a bit of a stigma; an unfair one, I think, but a stigma nonetheless for being self-inserts and Mary Sues and generally disruptive to the characters and dynamics fic is being read for in the first place.

What I expected from readers was... a tolerance. An understanding of what I was doing with my OC's to use them as an outside POV for a specific lens with which to look at and explore our Hargreeves. I love outside POV for bringing attention to weird shit we've gotten used to, and then their step away from the Main Plot let us have a different angle on characters, what was happening, and the plot in general. I started with HIT specifically to minimize OC presence. We have our Hargreeves and we start in their (Allison's) POV, rather than diving straight in with Walters' POV, like JT does. I was hoping dipping readers toes into Rob and Sarah with HIT would get you guys to like them enough to be willing to read much more of them in JT to see what Number was doing the two and a half years prior to HIT.

What I didn't expect was the pretty immediate love and thirst for Rob and the warming to Sarah that happened in HIT. I will say - I get the Rob love. I adore Rob, he's my special little Just A Guy. And he really gets more of a chance to shine in HIT than Sarah does because of his relationship he develops with Five. JT is Sarah's show. So, in retrospect, I Get It. But it's also just Very Special that you guys embraced Rob and Sarah, and Number to a lesser extent, so much that there are people who want to write fic with them, who have drawn fanart of them, who think about them on their own. Those are my guys! I made them up! And yet! They're off existing in your guys' heads! Wild!

In general, I wasn't expecting Shifting Together to be as big as it feels like it is. I didn't expect there to be a community around it. Hoped, obviously, as I've spent over two years writing it all, but didn't expect it. It felt too a little too niche, being an AU fic of an AU fic, and, with JT, too... unstructured? with it being slice-of-life.

It was strategic that I shared HIT first and JT became a prequel rather than the first in the series as I had originally written it. It was strategic that I shared the first three chapters of HIT within a week. I was desperate to hook you guys. See? Allison and Luther are here! See? Five is here and he has a big fight! I'm teasing that we'll get Other Five later! Just begging and hoping you guys would tolerate my OCs enough to hang around and see this story I'd written and was very proud of.

Over a year later and almost finished with JT, I see now I didn't have to be that nervous and desperate about it.

Thanks for the love, everyone <3

#more generally i didn't expect the /response/ to HIT #i hadn't really written fic before i originally started writing JT and HIT and had only dabbled with sharing multi-chapter fics #i didn't expect you guys to talk to me about it - which i /love/ doing #in the ao3 comments and on tumblr #it's very very special to me and i'm very soft about it all if i think about it too hard #i don't think i can stress enough how nervous i was about sharing rob and sarah #as they'd started from a Just For Me fic project (JT) to fill time in the pandemic #''here's my super smart physics professor who works with five in her lab!'' #''here's my psychiatrist who is blatantly here so i can ramble about five's psyche!'' #idk i felt like they fit too much into the OC cliche and i already loved them and was so worried you guys wouldn't #so thank you for loving them! #hit #jt #i should have a rob tag #sarah #thanks for asking and i hope you don't mind a ramble! #ask response

[here-there-everyfuckenwhere]

I’ve honestly been feeling really burnt out and stressed recently for no reason. I literally don’t understand why!!

I used to love uni and studying and all that but honestly these past few weeks I’ve just been dreading it completely and I’ve been so unproductive. I’ve turned in three assignments late for the semester already, and I’m very close to failing an elective because I’ve just given up. And the more I put things off the more overwhelming they get until it just feels like I’m drowning..

#personal #delete later #ray rants and junk #but the thing is though #it’s just uni!! #like I’ve been feeling so sosososo incredibly good and happy recently #been getting back into reading #and art #and music #and just #generally feeling really good #but I don’t understand why I’m struggling so much with studying #I know it’s kind of a cliche at this point to just blame everything on the pandemic and lockdowns but #I really do think this is like #residual trauma from having to do VCE during lockdown #how I just studied 24/7 for two whole years of my life because I had nothing else to do ever #and now I’m so scared of falling into that trap that I prioritise everything over it #and then I feel.. guilty? #because I got to go to uni and I’m not even prioritising it??? #idk.. #I’m literally getting sad typing this.. #and then because I’m drowning in work at uni I feel like I can’t even post on here as much #like I promise I would LOVE to update my fanfic way more often than I do but everytime I even open the word document #I feel like.. guilty?? because I’m like ‘I SHOULD be working on prescribed work for uni not something that brings me joy that I do for #no reason’ ya know?? #and that sucks!!!!

[holyshit]

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#this is nothing new but i'm spiralling about being a nuisance to everyone around me again lol #i never used to be this way this often pre-pandemic #but something about not seeing people i love as often has really just amplified every social fear in my mind #and i'm left either avoiding people #or messaging people to reach out and then left super anxious that i said something that will make them hate me #and i know it's illogical and cliched and silly! and me saying something normal and nice isn't gonna be overanalyzed to the point where #people think i'm evil #but i'm just a constant ball of stress whether i reach out to people or if i don't reach out enough #and i'm tiiiired #i need to love myself lol

[taexual]

I followed your blog for a while, and I think a BTS story got me following you. I didn’t know you liked ATEEZ too? Purrr!! When did you started stanning or liking them?

hii, love! i've been more or less keeping up with their music from their debut, but i think i've really started to learn more about the members when the pandemic first started

#ask #anonymous #i remember i wasn't that into k-pop at that time #when they debuted #i was busy with life/school/whatever else it might have been #and thing is when you're into k-pop for a while #you sometimes tend to get overwhelmed lol especially if you don't actively keep up with everyone #so i try to listen to the groups i stan and just ignore new debuts most of the time #but i didn't ignore ateez for some reason lol #and this is going to sound like the biggest cliche but i swear #but the second i saw treasure (or pirate king? i don't remember which i saw first) #i knew these ones were going to make me fall in love with them #i haven't really been stanning them per se #but i was always listening to their new releases and i've always loved their music #it was during the pandemic i think that i decided it was time #i love their music so it's time to get to know them lol #answer was my favorite song of 2020 so it made sense #and here we are! :)

[baklavagyna]

ned leaving the try guys after cheating on his wife is so fucking….pathetic. like you cheated on ur wife despite the fact that u are known for bringing up ur wife constantly and talking about how much u love her and having all these video segments dedicated to raising ur children and literally being known as the family man within ur group and then u fuck ur coworker and fuck up ur career and image. like come the fuck on.

#i got into the try guys during the pandemic bcus it was good mindless fodder and i liked eugene #and seeing this shit happen is so stupid bcus its so fucking cliche

[werewolf-apologist]

i have to turn these stupid feelings into art or else i’ll go insane

#multitudes of indescribably feelings #nothing is interesting enough to stake my life into #nothing holds my interest enough to pursue #i cant commit to anything bc i cant see myself wanting to do anything for very long #i know logically i have a future and i can make it anything i want #but i don’t want anything #it’s so stupid and cliche but i stopped living when the pandemic happened and i never recovered #i was a really good student with good time management for once and a lot of ideas #and now i sleep all my days away and stare at the wall and think of nothing #i don’t want anything. i never feel good enough for anything. i always feel scared and insecure #mecen after good days i don’t feel any different

[tinkerotr]

it bothers me to bits and pieces when people DARE say kids have nothing to worry about because there’s nothing/no one relying on them

LIKE HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE FUTURE OF THINGS???

LITERALLY THE CONTINUATION OF SHIT

OF COURSE CHILDREN WONT PAY YOU ANY RESPECT WHEN YOU CAN BARELY ADDRESS THEM WITH THE SAME IMPORTANCE AND COMPASSION YOU’RE EXPECTING TO APPEAR OUT OF THEM LIKE A FAIRY GODMOTHER IS GOING TO POUF! IT IN THEM CAUSE YOU WILL IT

NO ! YOU. WANTED. THE. CHILDREN. YOU. ARE. RESPONSIBLE.

NOT ONLY FOR THEIR WELL-BEING BUT FOR THEIR UPBRINGING, AND THEY DONT OWE YOU SHIT FOR IT!!! THAT’S YOUR MORAL DUTY

this is all our ‘duty,’ collectively. we’ve come to a point—we’ve been stalling at a point, actually—where each one of us has come to realize there’s reparenting that needs to be done.

quite honestly that’s a much easier task when done with a community rather than alone. alone is when the same patterns repeat themselves to sustain cycles that have kept our nervous systems in comfortable windows of tolerance, as they should. the issue with that is when it exploits our own well-being for the comfort of others. that comfort is now only systemic and supporting only further harm and precarious emotional situations that expose us to danger.

#kids are the future #literally the only cliche truth #yet the mistreatment of children is the first sign of any societal downfall and if we look at the past couple of years #children are not being cared for well enough #not only has the pandemic affected the level of care children can receive but the level of care capable of being offered across continents #has decreased terrifyingly due to lack of ressources #ressources that are material as much as human #people barely have any energy to survive much less to unpack their trauma and raise their children #void of the same patterns and the ressources to get help in doing so when you realize you need help are SLIM #when children are the first point of attack as much directly as indirectly you #you drop everything and you tend to the issue #this is depressing #this has never been ok and to have the issue known and projected so internationally across all media platforms and not have anything be done #that’s scary #that’s concerning for how much we’re ready to allow and be destroyed before we decide enough is enough #i can see there’s a tendency to let the extreme condition come down to a smaller scale and i hope i don’t need to explain how ableist #and tragic that is because waiting on an ‘issue to take a much smaller scale’ means waiting for the most vulnerable to #to make space for ‘easier’ more product-value convenient solutions #well sorry not sorry you won’t have it #you’ve picked the most resilient and stubborn fuckers to fuck with if you think disabled and genetically vulnerable people will press brakes #there’s empowerment literally firing up through our bodies where every painful thing you hit us with it would have already hit us inside #and by our own nervous system so needless to say how desensitized one would be to threats of coveted #anihilation of vulnerable individuals with vulnerable conditions #anyways think ‘would i feel safe leaving my kid for the night with my government as sitter’ and if that answer is not an immediate yes then #please let that sink in know safety should not be a choice but a given

[loquevienesiendo]

An unintentional cliche

The pandemic seems to have created one of those objective time separators to organise our history. For me it was about running, having a dog, and facing a lot of fears of growing old. That is what this blog will be about.

“An unintentional cliche”. This is what I answer when anyone asks me when I started running. I started structurally running in 2020 but in my defense, it was in January, not March, but when it comes to a global pandemic no one cares about the month. It is now, three years into my journey when I finally have time to reflect on what running (amongst other things) has taught me. I have a nasty…

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#Cliche #Mental Health #Pandemic #Running

[harrysmimi]

DO IT AGAIN!

Synopsis: A day life of a husband of 11 years; A shortie Blurb.

More of my work

Harry and YN have been together for 11 years, believe it or not, and married for six years out of them, with three kids.

They're as in love with one another as day one.

Many still root for them to break up one day. Especially since both of them are in public eye so much, Harry being the new pop star and YN being director and former actress.

YN have decided to rather to not let anything phase her and just be happy in her very happy relationship. Especially now with their three kiddos.

YN decided to make a Reels videos. She stayed away from Tiktok but Instagram is equally addicting. She had set up her phone on a tripod she once bought to use for her Vogue skin care routine video and it was abandoned since then. It was before the pandemic when she didn't had any kids. She was stood in the hallway by the master bedroom door, testing a few shots on her phone.

"Oh am I in your way?" Harry caught her attention, he'd come back from dropping the kids at YN's parents' as they both wanted to have alone time. The camera was already rolling.

"No!" She gasped in excitement. "Come here, I need you!"

"We're going to film it this time?" He raised his eye brow with a cocky smirk on his face as he padded closer to her, "and they said romance is dead."

"Oh shush!" She stopped him. "I'm making a Reel. I want you to do something."

"What do you want me to do?" He stood in front of her, basically towering her as how tall he is.

"I want you to do that romance book boyfriend thing, where he grabs the girl by the waist and lifts her chin with his finger." She beamed at him at like an idiot, excited idiot to be exact. She showed him how to, wrapping her own arm around his waist and failing to follow up with the rest of the part.

The thing is, YN have been now addicted to reading, Porn on paper kinda romance novels. It wasn't surprising for him as she'd keep sending him these videos saying, she's adding those to the her to be read pile. Let's be honest the girl is horrible at keeping up with the lists, so whatever helps her.

And Harry likes to feed into her mew obsessions, he bought her a Kindle just because. Whatever makes her happy, is his motto. And she don't have to wait for the book to arrive in the mail anymore.

"God why did I saw this coming?" He chuckled, but followed through.

He wrapped his left arm around her waist pulling her flush against his chest as he pinned her to the wall, forefinger under her chin as he gently lift her head until their eyes met, staring for a few seconds as he slowly pressed a feathery kiss on her mouth. That was cherry on tip!

That really made her go weak in her knees and she almost fell on her bum if it wasn't for him holding onto her. He laughed adoringly at her reaction.

"You're adorable!" He managed to say between his giggles as he carefully stepped away from her, watching her go all red and nervous.

"Do it again!" She exclaimed whilst dying sheepishly. And he did.

It was hilarious this time though because YN kept squealing and somehow turned more red. He still had that effect on her. Harry placed a tender kiss on her cheek before he was reaching to stop the recording on her phone and he was carrying her into their bedroom.

"Now I don't want you to wake up in the middle of the night to show me something your imaginary boyfriend did." He placed her on their bed as he kneed his way forward to hover over her.

Yeah, she wakes him up more than their kids wake him up at night. They're all boys and Mummy is their favourite, as traditionally cliche it sounds, it's truth.

And to her advantage he's better in bed that any of the book boyfriends. She missed it, especially when there are two toddler knocking on their door in the middle of the night asking to sleep in their bed, a baby who needs diaper change and milk every three hours. Life is hectic.

"Oh that's never going to stop." She challenged him.

"Yeah? Well the good thing we dropped off the kids at your parents' today, isn't it?" He smirked cheekily as he dipped his head down to smear his mouth on hers.

And oh boy, oh boy, did she had a euphorically tiring afternoon!

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Oh my god! Did I loved writing this!!!! 😭

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[whywoulditho]

"the fandom ruined mha" is one of those vastly popular opinions that i've never quite understood. because they honestly...weren't as bad as people made it seem??? i swear people with zero fandom experience will see a thirteen year old in cheap cosplay having fun and say shit like "ew i hate this fandom you're ruining it" like maybe leave the goddamn kid alone??

mha has a very large fan community, and what makes it a little different than most other anime fandoms is that mha was specifically targeted for a global audience. they did their best to avoid any quirks and cliche tropes of anime that would go over non-japanese' heads. the art style is pretty cartoonish and it's got lots of references to western comics. there's a whole ass movie set in the US. what i'm trying to say is that a large, international fandom was always what they were going for, and it was well received. it was one of those shows that you'd kind of had to watch if you wanted to be in anime spaces back in like 2016-2018. mind you this is when even aot wasn't that popular. and when something is so popular, there's gonna be lot of weird people in the fandom. BECAUSE most of them will be people who have never been in fandom spaces before. the "cringy mha fans" that were the butt of every joke in anime discord were more of than not minors having just been introduced to anime or fandom culture as a whole. there were lots of weird stuff, i admit. but was it ever really that serious? like why couldn't yall just leave those people alone??

another thing people just couldn't stop talking about was how there were way too many ships in the fandom but 1) why is that a bad thing? and 2) of course there were gonna be a lot of ships in a show that introduced TWO WHOLE CLASSROOMS OF TEENAGERS AS THE MAIN CAST who interacted all the time. not to mention all the students from other hero schools, upperclassmen, pro heroes & teachers. there are like a million characters in this show and the more characters the more potential ships -it's fucking common sense. i think what really happened there was that people outside of the fandom looked at the fanmade content and thought the fandom must have been obsessed with ships. when in reality i think the fans were really chill about it. most of them were multishippers, they didn’t mind the other pairings. i understand that for an outsider's eye all the ships and disclose must've looked chaotic but in fandom spaces people know how to filter the content they engage with so there really arent any serious "ship wars" going on anywhere except for maybe instagram comments.

i am not saying all the ships were unproblematic, there were some pretty weird ships going on too, but honestly i thought half of them were jokes? or at least crackships? and if you compared the number of fics those kind of pairings have on ao3 to the more family friendly ones you'd see that there really weren't an actual fanbase for any of those weird ass pairings.

i think the core of mha fandom has never been as chaotic as others thought it was. mha fans were interested in the story, the fights & the character development while casually enjoying ships as well. it wasn't that serious until yall started bullying a bunch of kids online. with the rise of tiktok and the boredom the pandemic caused there were a huge amount of amateur content. i'm not saying i've never seen a mha fan being genuinely cringe. i just think the mature response to those posts would have been leaving the poor kids alone.

yesterday i've seen a youtube video about how awful mha fans are and this guy just showed a clip of a bunch of cosplayers outside of what was probably an anime convention dancing to gangnam style and he was going on and on about how annoying they are. and it made me so angry because where the fuck did these anime fan bourgeoisie snobs come from telling people they can't have fun at FUCKING ANIME CONVENTIONS??? i dont know if you've ever been to one but an anime con is basically the only place that's supposed to be safe to do cringe shit like that. everyone goes to those things in cosplay, some better than others. but last i checked everyone was pretty nice to each other, complimenting each other's costumes, asking to take photos. the cosplays don't have to be good, they don't even have to be complete. a convention is the one place you can show up in a wig you bought off ebay and a costume you finished making the night before. i dont know what yall are on but people go to those events to have fun. not to be filmed and made fun of. and from my personal experience having been in fandom spaces since middle school, someone who dances to gangnam style in a cheap todoroki cosplay is an infinitely nicer person than the stuck-up loser who makes a video complaining about it

#long post #fandom #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #ships #cosplay #i talk

[buckactuallys]

"Road trips" for soft prompts if you feel inspired

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road trip fics are my kryptonite so it was difficult to keep this short skhdk thank you!!

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Buck shows up at Eddie’s place unannounced early on the second morning since Christopher has left for camp.

At least half the time when he comes over it’s without specific plans, but this morning, it’s clear that Buck does have specific plans, he just didn’t tell Eddie about them.

Eddie is sitting aimlessly at the kitchen table, trying to convince himself to at least put away his dishes from breakfast, when Buck bursts in and (Eddie is aware of how cliched that is) immediately brightens up his so far very gray morning.

“Eddie,” he calls instead of a hello, and he hears him kicking off his shoes by the door, “it’s me! Are you dressed?”

Eddie snorts. “You think I have a habit of walking around naked when I’m home alone?”

Buck’s face is pink when he rounds the corner to the kitchen. “No, uh, I’m– I meant dressed to leave the house.”

Eddie looks down at the ratty old gym shorts he slept in. “Uh. No, why?”

“Well, then go get dressed,” Buck orders him instead of answering the question. He waves at the dishes and adds, “I’ve got this.”

“Get dressed for what?” Eddie asks

“Just put on something comfortable that you’re okay with being seen in in public.” Buck starts gathering Eddie’s dirty dishes, completely ignoring Eddie’s confusion. “I’m not answering any questions until we’re in the car.”

Ten minutes later, Eddie is dressed and ready, and Buck’s waiting in the living room for him, Eddie’s duffle bag on the couch next to him.

“When did you pack that?” he asks, and Buck gives him a sunny smile and a shrug.

“The other day.”

“Where are we going? For how long? And what about work? How long have you been planning this?”

“I knew you’d just sit around and mope while Chris is away,” Buck says, getting up and grabbing Eddie’s duffle. “Come on, I’ll tell you the rest in the car.”

It turns out that Buck has planned a whole road trip for them.

“Just a few days,” he says. “I talked to Bobby, and we both have plenty of PTO, so I figured, why not distract ourselves a little bit while Christopher is at camp?” He glances at Eddie for a moment before focusing back on the road. “We’re going hiking for a few days, one state park after another. And then we’re in San Diego for two nights, just to relax. Or at least I hope it’ll be relaxing – I got us this really nice hotel with a wellness center, but we’re gonna have to share a room.”

“That’s fine,” Eddie says, and desperately hopes it’s true. They shared Buck’s bed for weeks during the pandemic, but that was before Eddie realized that he’s very, very attracted to his best friend. “We’ve shared plenty of times.”

“Yeah, but after four nights of sharing a motel room with me, you might want your own space back.”

Eddie kind of wants to tell him he never wants space from him, but he catches himself just in time.

There are a lot of close calls like that over the next few days: thoughtless words that come too close to a confession, sleepily cuddling closer in a motel room that accidentally didn’t book them into a twin room, staring at Buck for too long when he takes his shirt off while hiking. Buck does almost all of the driving and Eddie spends too much time watching him rather than the landscape flashing by, the long stretches of road not nearly as fascinating as Buck’s face while he talks, his one-handed gestures, his smile, the way he sometimes laughs with his whole body.

“Hey, did I tell you I wanted to take you to Channel Islands National Park?” Buck asks on an especially empty road somewhere between the desert and San Diego. “It’s super inaccessible so I figured it wasn’t something we could do with Christopher anyway, but you can only get there by boat and everything’s limited so they say you should start planning like six months ahead of time. I’ve had this planned for a while, but not for that long.”

“No, you didn’t tell me,” Eddie says, and it comes out sounding just as weak as he feels.

“Oh yeah, you probably know it – they’re these islands off Santa Barbara where you’re not even allowed to bike, you have to do everything on foot. But we could’ve hiked there and camped, and then gotten a nice hotel in Santa Barbara if we wanted. They’re beautiful, apparently, but I wouldn’t want Chris to feel left out.”

“No,” Eddie agrees, something that feels a bit like laughter rising up in his chest. He can’t believe Buck is real sometimes, that there’s someone with all that love in his heart, and that he gives it to Eddie and his son so freely. “It sounds great, though.”

“Yeah, so maybe we can go next year when he’s at camp. Do you think he’ll be less mad if he’s doing something cool at the same time?”

“I don’t think he’ll be mad at us at all,” Eddie says. “If there’s nothing to do but hike–”

“There’s whale watching too, and all sorts of other animals,” Buck interrupts. “I think I could make it cool for him, too, if only there was a way for him to get around comfortably.”

“I’m sure you could.” Eddie’s mouth is dry, and he wipes his sweaty palms on the shorts he’s wearing. “Pull over.”

Buck glances at him, confused. “What?”

Eddie takes a breath. “Just– when you can do it safely, please pull over.”

Buck gives him a look that’s equal parts confused and worried. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Eddie says, even though his heart feels like it’s trying to beat right out of his chest.

“Okay.” Buck sounds like he doesn’t fully believe him, but he doesn’t ask again until he’s pulled over at a tiny rest stop that’s nothing but a parking spot and a trash can a minute later. “What’s going on?”

“Sorry, I didn’t– I didn’t mean to make you worry,” Eddie starts. He wipes his hands again. “I just– I didn’t want to say this while you were driving, but I also can’t not say it any longer–”

“Say what?” Buck asks when Eddie pauses to take a deep breath.

“Oh, god,” Eddie mutters, and then turns to face Buck, makes himself look him in the eye. “I love you. I have for a long time, and it’s been getting harder and harder not to tell you, so. I guess I’m telling you.”

Buck’s eyes widen, and he starts trying to unclip his seatbelt. The worry and confusion melt from his face and turn into something that Eddie very much hopes is happiness, and then asks, “Wait, just to be sure, you mean–?”

“I’m in love with you,” Eddie clarifies, Buck’s seatbelt finally clicks open, and he launches himself across the middle console to grab Eddie’s face with both hands.

“I’m in love with you too,” he says, and then his mouth is on Eddie’s and he doesn’t think about anything else for a few minutes.

Buck exhales a breathless laugh against his lips and pulls back just enough to talk but leaning his forehead against Eddie’s instead. “God, Eddie, what the fuck? When you said to pull over I thought– I don’t know what I thought, but it wasn’t this.”

“Sorry,” Eddie says, nudging Buck’s nose with his own. “It’s just– you love us so much, and I love you so much and I just couldn’t wait a minute longer to tell you.”

“Well, now I’m kind of glad you asked me to pull over first.” He leans in for one way too short kiss. “I would’ve crashed the car.”

“Safety first,” Eddie says, but he’s not really focused on talking anymore.

“This is good timing,” Buck keeps talking, and he only grins at the noise of protest Eddie makes when he leans back to look at him. “First of all, this way I can take you on a date in a city rather than in some remote mountain place.”

“Sounds good,” Eddie says, and he’s distracted by Buck’s immensely kissable mouth, but he still wants to know, “And secondly?”

Buck grins wider and tugs Eddie closer with a gentle hand on the back of his neck. “The fancy hotel in San Diego didn’t have any twin rooms.”

#buddie #911fic #911 #buddie fic #buddie fanfiction #pia writes #ask #prince-buck-diaz

[127luvr]

yooo it’s me again😈😈 can i request a chenle x male reader where reader comes out of hiatus and is like shell shocked at how life treated everyone hella well, especially chenle like man is greek god handsome. and reader has liked chenle prior to his hiatus (same cliche 😭😭) so he’s kinda nervous and awkward with chenle. whereas chenle seems to give reader the cold shoulder, making their interactions very bare bones so reader gets disheartened about that. but little does reader know, chenle also thinks life treated the reader well and is trying to navigate his feelings in his own way. yeah and the rest is up to you‼️‼️‼️

Rewind

Zhong Chenle x Male Reader

Surviving the aftermath of the pandemic was difficult. It was hard readjusting to being out in public with your members surrounded by screaming fans and cameras shoved in your face. It was such a vast difference compared to the quiet and empty seats you got so used to performing in front of. Instead of spending your nights in, you were interacting with fans no matter where you went. You withstood a year of this.

“Are you proposing I take a hiatus?” The conference room comes to a halt. You are left sitting in front of your managers in complete silence as they go back and forth on your options and how it would affect the overall image of the group. “I think keeping me in the loop would work better.”

“Based on the information you—”

“And my therapist.”

“Yes. Based on the information the two of you brought us, we think it is best if you were to take a hiatus. You cannot continue with your activities if you’re going to keep having anxiety attacks in the restrooms between performances.” You place your hands on the cool table with your palms down, looking down at your shoes, trying to ground yourself. “We want you to take this break to focus on your mental health. The group and the fans will be there when you return. You can decide on how long you need this to be.” You could feel the inevitable but coming. “However, you will be expected to practice… at your own pace and however much you can take. We don’t want you to get rusty now.” An awkward laugh is shared between the three men as they slide you a stack of papers. “Just covering our bases, making sure we’ve touched on everything on here. Okay, (Y/n)?”

A year.

It had taken a year for you to feel like you could return to your members. After spending most of your time inside of your home going back and forth to your therapist—then your family—then the studio you were renting now and then—you started missing it. Taking this break helped you expose yourself more to everyday interactions. It helped ease you in to being out in public with people and all of their liveliness.

Although you had already come to a decision, it took you a few weeks to step foot in the SM building again. Gathering all of your belongings again along with the music you prepared to bring along in case you were to be evaluated. You did feel a little guilty about contacting the members every now and then instead of as frequently as you could—especially Chenle—but you were sure they understood.

You feel your footsteps grow heavy as you grow closer to the dorms. The overhead lights in the hallway suddenly too bright for you as you dragged your fingernails up and down the handle of your suitcase. With a deep breath you turn the handle, greeted by a group of twenty-odd men.

“Welcome back!” Taeyong pulls you into a hug, causing you to drop your suitcase and backpack near the shoe rack. You slipped off your (f/c) crocs as he hugged you, finally wrapping your arms around his waist and letting your face sink into his shoulder. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to bask in the comfortableness that came with your members. “We’ll talk about how bad you are at texting another time, okay?” You give him a small nod, finally pulling away to greet everyone else in the room.

Everything seemed to familiar—and yet—so unfamiliar. This past year had treated them all so well, you felt like they had grown into their faces so drastically. Together as a group they looked like they were doing so well without you—it made you feel a little disheartened. You felt like you still looked and acted the same as you did a year ago. Just less anxious about every single word you shared.

You nodded your head along to the stories Sicheng and Donghyuck shared with you, looking across the room with your eyes only as you searched for a specific face. When you finally spotted him the room went radio silent—to you at least. The last time you had seen him he had vibrant pink hair—a color you never stopped complementing him on. Now he dawned a dark brown that suited his face perfectly. You were at a loss for words. This year had favored Chenle tremendously.

“Excuse me, guys.” Sicheng and Donghyuck made way for you, going back to their conversation immediately with cake in their hands left forgotten. You walked towards him, feeling the room lengthen in size as you felt as if you were never going to reach him— “Chenle.”

“(Y/n).” Cold.

Even his voice is different. It hits you in your throat first, where you feel yourself tense up at his short reply. He is avoiding all eye contact with you, clearly showing discomfort with his body language towards you. You try and brush it off, chalk it up to the fact that you weren’t the best at replying to his messages whether you were on your phone or not. But this Chenle was different—his prominent cheekbones unwelcoming as they sat still on his face instead of puffing out into a smile as they used to whenever you spoke to him. He is much slimmer now—so mature and serious as he stands tall with perfect posture. He feels so far away from you.

“It’s nice to see you again. I’ve been keeping up with you guys and your promotions. Your stage presence has blossomed so well—not that you’ve ever had a problem with that!” You mentally cringe as you try to explain further— “You just all grew up so well I’m a little jealous.” You’re still met with nothing more than a poker face.

“Thank you, (Y/n)-ssi.”

Ssi.

You try not to show your insecurities. Bowing a goodbye with your head as you awkwardly turn away from Chenle and choose to catch up with members who seemed more than interested in how you spent the last year. You can’t help but turn your head back to look at him, catching how his eyes dart from you back to Jisung—who had taken your spot just a minute after you had walked away. At least they’re still the same. You hate the look in Taeil’s eyes as you turn back to meet them—pure sympathy and sadness when he looks at you. Not that you could blame him.

It had taken you a while to get used to having roommates again. It was nice to have people to split the dishes and cooking with but you could never get used to the noise that rang through the dorms day in and day out. You knew this before you came back—knew that most of your members were hyperactive extroverts who seemed to never settle down until they could see the sun come up from the floor-to-ceiling windows that decorated your living room. These days it was a little quiet though—a little empty as they came in and out of the dorms at odd hours of the night. This could only mean one thing.

“(Y/n). We were taking your health into consideration. See it from our side.” You pace around the room nervously—comforted by the fact that nothing had changed in here since last year. “You just got out of a hiatus and you want to get thrown back in for a full group album? Do you think you’ll be able to handle that? We have yet to start recording any songs or music videos so adjustments could be made just like—” he snaps his long fingers, brown eyes keeping contact with you as long as you’d let them, “that. This is your decision to make. If you choose to participate, you’re going to be thrown head first into schedules.”

A nod is all they need before they start briefing you on the comeback’s concept. The overall feel of the album and what unit’s they had already made that you could join and fit right in.

Immediately you feel restless. The constant thumping of your sneakers on the practice room floor driving you crazy. If only you could get this one step—

“You’re doing it wrong.” Again. His voice is void of any emotion towards you. His never changing face still startling you as it used to hold smiles and fondness towards you. “If you twist your knee—” he pulls his pants up, showing you how to move your knee for this specific move, “like that—you’ll get it right every time.” Chenle lingers a second too long, staring at the top of your head as you try and succeed on your first try. Before you know it, he’s out the door, nothing but the scent of fresh laundry and wood to let you know that he was actually here. He didn’t even let you say goodbye.

This coldness persisted throughout promotions. The company had stuck you with Chenle in a unit with three other members—Johnny, Doyoung and Xiaojun. And while all five of you had great chemistry on stage, the harmonizing part you had with Chenle in the middle of the song never quite fit the rest of the stage. The two of you tried and tried again—but faking the closeness with each other was tearing you two apart. Fans were quick to pick up on this.

You followed Chenle backstage after the performance, grabbing his wrist harshly to force him to turn around. He pulled his wrist free of your hold, turning around with frowned eyebrows and hard eyes.

“What is your problem with me? What? I leave for a year to focus on myself and all of a sudden I’m a villain? Are you mad that I never replied to your messages?” Chenle scoffs, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling. “Chenle. I’ve been trying for months and you give me nothing.”

“You look good, (Y/n). You grew up so good away from us—from me—how am I supposed to talk to you when you look like that?” He rubs his hands up and down his black jeans, the jewelry in his hair and around his neck bouncing up and down as he did. “I haven’t been able to look you in the eye because you make me nervous, I feel physically ill when I look at you—not in a bad way!”

It takes you a second to process this. To process the sudden confession you had finally pulled out of him on the busy hallways of Inkigayo. He is standing with his thumbs in the pockets of his pants, biting the inside of his cheek nervously. You bowed to the idols rushing past the two of you, pining Chenle to the wall so you gave them more than enough space. You put your hands up beside his head, looking away from him as you wait for everyone to pass. When you finally got back to Chenle, your faces are mere centimeters away—the tip of your noses almost brushing together. You take in a breath, inhaling all of Chenle’s sweat and cologne. Before you know it, you’re laughing—cackling as you squat down flat on your feet.

“Chenle… we are so stupid.” He stares down at you, confusion written all over his face. “You giving me the cold shoulder because you have a crush on me…” He slaps your shoulder playfully, looking around to make sure no one was around. “I was being such a pushover. Chenle, we could’ve figured this out over a year ago.”

“You’ve liked me for more than a year?!”

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[pascallatte]

Hiiii

Do you think at any time during their relationship, that Pedro and y/n had a break within their relationship and then got back together?

Ok so now that we've reached 2019 and are about to enter 2020 real soon, I think it's time to answer these questions (a couple of you had sent questions like this so it's time).

I think they're not the type of people who'll give up easily after a misunderstanding they had. Not to make it as cliche as it sounds, but they are both types of people who need someone to have their back, and both had found that in each other. With that, I don't think they took a break anytime during the course of their relationship. Also, contrary to what the press had said about them "breaking up after a year in hiding," (they didn't know Pedro and actress!reader were dating at that time but rumours had started circulating that they were at that time) sometime between 2015-2016, when dating rumours with co-stars had started as well as the dramatic growth of fanbases for the two, they actually handled it very well🤭.

Now fast forward to 2019, nearly two years after they'd gone public, some would think that you'd get fed up after being with each other for four years and then being forced to stay at home when the pandemic happened. But despite everyone's beliefs, it just made them learn about each other more and create more memories, which we'll be able to dive in soon.

There's this one question that I am really excited to answer but like before it wasn't ready to be announced, similar to the answer to that question. And again, please do send in any questions you have and I'll either answer them right away if it was already given or, like this, save them for the near future.

#nenna's asks #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x actress!reader #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal imagine

[andypantsx3]

if u have energy and time for it i would love to hear more of your input on the kindle publishing and quantity over quality discussion of how those authors tend to intersect fandom genres/cliches (omegaverse, alien romance, hockey romanct, etc.) with more mainstream routes (publishing on kindle universe, booktok advertising, etc.).

like, I am the demographic who do read/write fanfic AND read a lot of the 'self published romance trash' on kindle universe and while i hate that a lot of people have that feeling about it, because i have managed to find quite a few gems that i KNOW would have flopped via traditional publishing routes and are only available via self publishing on such a large marketplace, i know from experience that a lot of the stuff out there is like...bad. Unfortunately, that means i have also experienced the pitfalls of authors who have managed to publish their first book, their first passion project, that is amazing and thoughtful and truly a work of love realizing that it's a quantity over quality market and adapting their writing to suit (dragging out stories and/or putting out multiple books with subpar quality writing).

genuinely, it's a space that both baffles me and gives me a bit of hope for some odd reason. is it annoying that everyone is jumping the romance train and we are getting a dozen poorly written books for 'this months hot trope' in order to make money off of romance- for sure, but i'm also reading books with plots and romances that would never get published elsewhere because what publishing house is gonna publish a book about a woman falling in love with an ant monster alien and having weird ant monster babies?????

-> This is the post being referenced, for those who have not seen it.

Strei my beloved!!!! Yeah of course, this is such an interesting topic to me!! Especially as someone who is also the biggest consumer of romance in any of my friend circles, and as a secret fanfic author who loves trends and used to churn out like a 20-30k fic every week in the early days of the pandemic. Apologies that I'm still brain-fried from fever and my work week but here are my additional thoughts.

Firstly I wanna say that critiquing the culture that puts pressure on authors to pump out content so quickly is absolutely not to say that there aren't gems out there. That is also not to say that anything that is trope-y, trendy, or self-produced/published is garbage either (and it would be wild for a fic author to say so when we have all read like, some omegaverse fic that has changed everything we think we know about love and life LOL).

I think self-publishing as an industry is also extremely interesting and a necessary obverse to traditional publishing houses, especially when it comes to allowing authors the freedom to publish stories that the industry may devalue. Though self-publishing does factor into the equation as the easiest mechanism by which people can pump out trendy content quickly without any of the checks tradpubbing might have, it's not really at the root of the issue here.

To me, that post was specifically critiquing not trends themselves, nor self-publishers for engaging in them, but rather the pressure on (or inversely the reward for) authors to consistently sacrifice quality in terms of outputting massive quantity in service of chasing those trends.

Quality itself is hard to define as well because tastes are so subjective and what might be "low quality" to some people on here I could mention who will know I am talking about them if they read this, is "high quality" and enjoyable to me! I draw the line of quality in my subjective experience; characters and plots that are unmemorable or that failed to make me feel anything. Things I hated or will have forgotten I've read in two weeks' time. Novels that are just like every other one exploring that trope/trend, not for the elements they share but for the ways they failed to bring anything new to that trope.

I'm not sure what the solution is really. I don't think you can or should ask people not to enjoy trends (I'm not gonna stop LOL). I don't think you can ask self-pub authors not to try to make the money they probably need to live. I think it's probably a tall, impossible order to ask the culture at large to change, to grow more conscientious about what they engage with and how, especially when probably all of us are brain-fried from gazillion hour work weeks and just want something light and fun to enjoy.

But I think this is a growing complaint across a lot of mediums. Marvel is making the same movie over and over again, Disney is remaking every single one of their animated franchises in soulless cash grabs, recycled content runs rampant on TikTok and YouTube, and for every excellent book out there, there are 30 garbage copycats. It's clear to me that there is some kind of discomfort growing among us about how nothing is original or interesting anymore.

Fic-wise, I think this pressure to consume and create content so quickly also results in some of the things we regret most about fandom; plagiarizers unwilling to think of or write their own fics, fics abandoned when the hype dies down around a trend, loose characterization that defies even the most generous of interpretations lol.

But at least on the fandom side, I think there are small things we can do to combat this pressure because it costs us nothing to do so, except in some cases a little self-restraint, self-forgiveness, and patience. (At least in small pockets of the community, you're not gonna be able to change everybody.)

I liked what OP said in the last passage:

Maybe that means giving up useless number-chasing if communities can't survive past a certain scale. We could choose to focus on the slow work of developing relationships and trust, creating smaller but more sustainable groups of people who can support one another. Even now, within the hostile infrastructure of the modern internet, I think these things are still just barely possible.

I think as writers, we can be more forgiving of ourselves if writing a fic takes time, even a short one! Anything made with care usually takes time, and that includes breaks because you gotta let things marinate, plus we all have a ton of shit going on personally and culturally and we have to participate in that. We can (if we want to) read widely and try to learn more about the craft, honing our techniques and our ideas.

As community members we can prioritize making friends instead of followers. We can brainstorm with one another, help beta when we have the brainpower. We can gas each other up!! (To be clear I think this corner of tumblr is already excellent at these things, thankfully).

As readers we can choose to engage more often with ongoing fic instead of finished fic (I know the risks LOL), we can slow down and read more carefully and engage thoughtfully. We can let ourselves wait longer between updates. If we have the time and the patience we can seek out and read more niche fic authors and pairings!!

I think some of these we already do so well in this community, which is why I'm so grateful to be a part of this side of tumblr specifically lol. So some of this is just a thought exercise. And I'm sure there are more suggestions smarter people than I will have.

But I do see how capitalist pressures have invaded even this traditionally anticapitalist space and even in small measures, I wanna fight it back lol.

#a zillion words to not even really answer your question strei i'm sorry lol #but i do not think tropes + trends + self-publishing is the issue; it's the cultural values!! #ask andie

[ettawritesnstudies]

Thank You

If you’ll permit me a minute to be cliche: this photo would not have been possible without you. When I started university in August 2019, the sum of all my author-y potential measured up to:

No finished manuscripts

A pipe dream of ever publishing my work

A scatterbrained outline of The Laoche Chronicles

Forty-four phone notes full of half-witted ideas

A grand total of 3 followers on my brand-new tumblr account

At the time, I had no grand plans of marketing my work, though I knew it would be necessary if I ever wanted an audience. I chose a degree in chemical engineering because I knew my baby platform and half finished stories weren’t going to cut it as a career in their current state as an 18-year-old, and I needed to have a day job if I wanted to pursue my end dream of self publishing. I was just hoping to survive my first year of engineering school, pass my weed-out classes, and hopefully make some new friends. That fall semester passed with sporadic progress on my book, and halfhearted attempts at breaking into the writeblr community, until I decided to try my hand at Inktober and made my first few acquaintances: @siarven and @abalonetea, who have both featured on this blog since then. It was also at this point, sometime during a Calculus III lecture, that I invented my pen name:

All was going well, and I was pleased with my incremental progress until the world ended.

The less said about the pandemic, the better. Writeblr truly kept me sane through working full-time jobs and taking 18 credit hours during the semester. When I was truly close to dropping out of school, I kept going, knowing I had these online friends to cheer me up after brutal exams and long nights of studying. The tag games and community filled the dearth of interaction left by quarantine and an insane schedule. During my summer internship in 2020, I finally had the time to finish the first draft of Storge and the confidence in myself to start a website. Rereading my first post is a surreal experience, in part because I still see myself as a little kid as hiding under the blankets with a flashlight, notebook, and pen, thinking “I wanna write a book!”

I woke up the next day crying to the sheer volume of kind messages congratulating me on meeting this milestone. Instead of feeling burnt out after reaching such a lofty goal, this gave me all the more energy to keep working. Since then, I’ve been so blessed to grow this community and this website. It’s incredible to see how far I’ve come, now being able to claim:

A finished manuscript of Storge

A 3rd draft of Runaways after going through 2 rounds of Beta Readers

8 short stories and an audio drama

An active mailing list

Over 1000 followers on tumblr, but more importantly, a thriving community of writers who support each other’s releases through ARCs, leaving reviews, enthusiastic questions, and a welcoming space for new writers to share their craft.

140 posts on my website and regular readers who care about my ramblings ❤

Now I’m on my way to my new job – I’ll be doing research and development in my chosen field with a team I really like, and the freedom to listen to books while I’m in the lab. This next month will still be a hiatus for blog posts and new writing as I pack up my life for a cross-states move, but I’m beyond excited to enter change. My hope is that I can start saving for editing costs and devote more time to my craft thanks to a 9-5 schedule and NO!!! HOMEWORK!!!!!!!!! Really, I cannot say enough how thrilled I am to never have to take another exam ever again, thank GOD. With a bit of luck and no small amount of grace, I hope I can publish and share my stories with you sooner rather than later.

Thank you for all the support and camaraderie these past years. In a way, I owe this diploma to you as much as to my classmates and professors. The night before graduation, I said to my friends, “I’ve been waiting for tomorrow for eight years.” Now I’m living in the future, and I can’t wait to write the next chapter.

#etta rambles #graduation