#so i missed the intro part of this bit where he was carrying in the table

[cwilbah]

tubbo had us hold up our pocket items and then gave plants out to ppl

#please let me post a six minute video tumblr. i know u can do it #tommy show #tubbo #tobias talks #okay it posted #so i missed the intro part of this bit where he was carrying in the table #and a plant or two fell #and i think he kicked them #im mostly posting these for myself lol i will one day want to clear my camera roll so im posting htem on here cuz i have never cleared out #my posts Ever #them*

[bonefall]

⭕️Hey Bones! Is it ok if you explain and/or elaborate how Crowfeather is abusive to Breezepelt if please?⭕️

I do KNOW that crowfeather is indeed, abusive to Breezepelt, due to the fact that he emotionally and/or physically neglected him - with child neglect being known to BE a form of child abuse - and I also heard that he slashed and/or hit him within one of the books, which I believe is in the book Outcast, in chapter 16.

But I also wish people would talk and be informed about it more within the fandom, because in the parts of the fandom I’ve known portrayed Crowfeather’s neglect on Breezepelt as negative and bad, but not in a way that made me think and/or feel: “Wow, that’s pretty bad. That’s…actually abusive.” I suppose? So I hope more people will talk about it more in that type of way.

Also, please be aware that I have NOT read PoT, OoTS, etc. or barely any warrior cats books, since the majority of the information I got from the series is from the wiki and the fandom, so that probably explains why I didn’t know this part of Crowfeather’s character is as bad as it actually is until now. Also, feel free to talk about Crowfeather’s abuse on Breezepelt I haven’t mentioned and/or don’t know right now as well if you want.

I’m SO sorry that if this ask is unintentionally quite long, and feel free to make sure to take all the time you need to answer it. Thank you!

OH LET'S GOOOO

Breezepelt is both physically and emotionally abused by Crowfeather. I'm not talking about only child neglect; he is screamed at, belittled, and even once hit on-screen.

The fact that Crowfeather both neglected and abused him is very important to the canonical story of Breezepaw. There's actually a lot more to this character than people remember! Even from his first appearances he displays good qualities, a strained relationship with his father and adult clanmates, and is clearly shown to be troubled before we understand why.

As many problems as I have with the direction of Breezepelt's arc (especially Crowfeather's Trial), his setup is legitimately a praiseworthy bit of writing from Po3 which carries over into OotS. To say that Breezepelt was not abused is to completely miss two arcs worth of books SCREAMING it.

BIG POST. Glossary;

INTRO TO BREEZEPELT: The Sight and Dark River

ABUSE: Outcast, Social Alienation, the Tribe Journey.

DARK FOREST: How these factors push him towards radicalization.

For "brevity," I'm not getting into anything post-OotS. I'm just showing that Breezepelt was abused, the narrative wants you to know that he was abused, and that his status as a victim of child abuse is CENTRAL to understanding why he is training in the Dark Forest.

INTRO TO BREEZEPELT: The Sight and Dark River

Our very first introduction to Breeze is when Jaypaw walks off a cliff in the first book of Po3 and is rescued by a WindClan patrol. He's making snarky remarks, and Whitetail and Crowfeather are not happy about it. Whitetail snaps for Crow to teach his son some manners, and Crow growls for Breezepaw to be quiet.

But our proper introduction to him is at his announcement gathering, when Heatherpaw playfully introduces him as a friend,

From the offset something's not entirely right here between Breezepaw and his father. He's cut off by Heatherpaw here, but he's touchy whenever his father is involved, and we're not entirely sure why.

Throughout Book 1, he's just rude, with a notable xenophobic streak. He's a bit of a mean rival character for Lionpaw, as they're both interested in the affections of Heatherpaw and make bids to get her attention, but nothing particularly violent yet.

He participates in the beloved Kitty Olympics and gets buried in liquid dirt with Lionpaw, basically a rite of passage for any arc.

(And Nightcloud has a cute moment where she watches over them until they fall asleep)

As the books progress, the relationship between Crow and Breeze visibly deteriorates. They start from being simply tense with each other in The Sight, to the open shouting and hitting we see in Outcast.

In the very first chapter of Dark River, we learn where his behavioral issues are really coming from;

Crowfeather.

Breezepelt is getting xenophobia from his father. Occasionally he says something bigoted and his dad will agree and chime in, and those are the only positive moments they have together.

(Note: In contrast, Nightcloud explicitly pushes back against xenophobia, chiding Breezepelt for his rudeness to Lionpaw in back in The Sight, Chapter 21. The Sight is the book where a lot of "evidence" that the Evil Overbearing Woman is actually responsible for the rift between father and son but. No. She's not. Though she can be overprotective; Crow and Breeze have a bad relationship when she's not even around in Breeze's first appearance and even his Crowfeather's Trial Epiphany refutes it. Anyway this post isn't about Nightcloud.)

So he starts acting on his bigotry, accusing cats in other Clans of stealing, running really close to the border. What's interesting though, is that this is not entirely his doing. The first time we get physical trouble from Breezepaw, DUSTPELT aggressed it. Breezepaw and Harepaw were just chasing a squirrel and hadn't yet gone over the border at all.

We learn that WindClan is teaching its apprentices how to hunt in woodland, and tensions between the two Clans is starting to escalate as ThunderClan isn't entirely trusting of their intentions.

The second time, fighting breaks out over him and Harepaw actually crossing the border and catching a squirrel. WindClan is adamant that because it came from their land, it's their squirrel. So it's as if Breezepaw is modelling the aggression around him, learning how to behave from the older warriors and his father.

When he joins Heatherpaw and The Three to go find Gorsetail's kits in the tunnels, he's grouchy towards the ThunderClan cats, but very gentle with the kittens. Notably so. When Thistlekit is dangerously cold, he cuddles up next to her, and even assures Swallowkit when she's scared,

Through this entire excursion, he's the one in the comforting roles for the kittens. Breezepaw is the one who is taking time to tell the kits they'll be okay, that he'll protect them, and physically supporting them when they're weak, even when he's terrified.

And it's always contrasted to Heatherpaw who's way more 'disciplined,' as a side note. It's a detail I'm just fond of.

All this to point out,

Breezepelt displays his best qualities when he's away from the older warriors of WindClan, and he's at his worst whenever he's near Crowfeather. Even while he's essentially just a bully character for The Three to deal with. He's gruff but cooperative when it's just him and Heatherpaw interacting with The Three, but mean when there is an adult to please.

We're getting to the on-screen abuse now, but Po3 actually sets up Breezepaw's troubles and dynamics well before it's finally confirmed that he is a victim of child abuse.

ABUSE: Outcast, the Tribe Journey.

In Outcast, Breezepaw's problems have escalated into open aggression towards cats of other Clans, and is now a legitimate concern for his own safety. Yet, he's spoken over by older warriors, and reprimanded at nearly every opportunity, right in front of the warrior of another Clan.

Squilf just asked the poor kid how his training was going, and then Whitetail JUMPS to talk over him so she can complain, RIGHT in front of his face.

They can't even wait until they're alone to grumble something rude about Breezepaw, who is still just a teenager here;

They taught him already that a bit of prey that runs off their own territory still belongs to WindClan, encourage him to blow past borders in pursuit, and started a battle with ThunderClan over this. And then they're pissed off at him for being aggressive, thinking it's deserved to scold him in public.

When Onestar announces that he wants Breezepaw to go on the Tribe Journey, he's devastated by it...

Because he thinks WindClan doesn't like him, and he's right. He's gossiped about, torn into in front of a ThunderClan warrior, and even his own dad doesn't want to be around him. It's clear that Breezepaw's impulsive "codebreaking" behaviors are a desire to prove himself, and once you realize that, the way that he's being alienated is heartbreaking.

But Wait!! Hold on a minute! Where did he get a "patrol of apprentices" from to confront the dogs with, exactly?

Simple. Breezepaw CAN make friends! He actually values them a lot! So much that it's the first thing Crowfeather snaps at him over, out of frustration that his son is also being forced on this journey with him. It's an angry response to his child having emotional and physical needs, resentment that will continue all journey long.

Note that it's plural, friends. Breezepelt has multiple friends, at least one who is not Heatherpaw, and she promises to say goodbye to them.

Up next, they state over and over, Crowfeather and Breezepaw do not like each other. Crowfeather resents being around him and dealing with his rudeness, embarrassed and angry, and Breezepaw is absolutely miserable being sent on a journey to the mountains with a man who hates his guts.

The whole while, Crowfeather is brooding longingly about Feathertail, already thinking about her as soon as he kitty-kisses Nightcloud goodbye, his eyes looking somewhere distant. He makes a jab about loyalty when Breezepaw doesn't understand why they're helping the Tribe.

Breezepaw gets smacked after he's "shoved" at Purdy and acts rude to him, while the other three manage to be polite (while still having internal dialogue about how stinky he is).

Without so much as a, "cut that out," Crowfeather raises his paw and hits him. Breeze is quiet after that.

I don't give a shit how rude your teenager is being. Do not hit kids. Being throttled on the head is not okay.

In spite of the Three not liking Breezepaw, or even Crowfeather, they're constantly noting that their arguments are not normal, and that Crow is a cold, unsupportive father who digs into his kid constantly, and the only time he ever DOES "discipline" his child it's through immediately smacking him.

At one point, the apprentices get hungry, and decide to foolishly hunt in a barn that they know has dogs in it against Purdy's warnings. Once again, JUST like the first two books, Breezepaw is more friendly when Crowfeather is not around.

EVERY time he is alone with cats his own age, he's grumpy but cooperative. Even enthusiastic at times! The minute Crowfeather is in the picture, he's nasty.

Naturally, the dogs show up, but Purdy rescues them. Though Brambleclaw also chews his kids out (and i have strong opinions about bramble's parenting style for another time), Hollypaw is taken aback by the contrast of what a scolding from Brambleclaw looks like vs how Crowfeather reacts.

The narrative is desperately trying to tell you that the way Crowfeather treats his son is not normal.

And then Crowfeather is pissed off that Breezepaw is exhausted from running for his life from hungry dogs,

And he's constantly losing his shit whenever Breezepaw says something as innocuous as "dad im hungry"

Then, Breezepaw is made to watch his dad pine over the grave of a woman who died long before Crowfeather was even considering his mother for a mate. What he feels is jealousy, because he knows his own father doesn't love him anywhere near as much as he loves the memory of Feathertail.

This really goes on and on and on. The ENTIRE trip is like this, with Crowfeather treating Breezepelt poorly, giving him a smack before even verbally warning him, pushing him past his limits and blowing up on him when he asks simple questions about eating or resting.

It all comes to a head in this one exchange, towards the end. Hollypaw ends up snapping at Breezepaw for his rudeness, before having an epiphany.

It's explicit. Crowfeather's emotional abuse, his "scorn" for Breezepelt, is what is driving a wedge between him and all of his older Clanmates. Between EVERYONE in Breezepelt's life who wasn't already his friend. This awful treatment is only making him worse and worse.

Realizing this, she has more sympathy for him, but it's too late. He continues to be rude to her because he feels insulted, and her patience completely runs out. She's just a kid. They're both just kids. She's not responsible for fixing him when he's pushing everyone away at this point.

That's the end of Breezepelt in Outcast. It can't be helped anymore. Any spark of friendship they had together in the barn, or in the tunnels, is gone.

As the series progresses, Crowfeather continues to refuse any personal responsibility for the mistreatment of his son, even pinning all of Breezepelt's behavioral problems on Nightcloud. He is a cold, selfish father who only ever thinks about his own pain and reputation.

DARK FOREST: How these factors push him towards radicalization.

Everyone talks about the Attack on Poppyfrost, which happens in the first book of OotS, in oversimplified terms. YES he is going after a nun and a pregnant woman. I've never said that's not Bad.

But no one talks about "WHY", and that reason is NOT just that he desires power like so many other WC villains. Breezepelt makes his motivation very clear on the page.

Escalating to violence was about making Jayfeather feel the way that he does.

When Breezepelt says that he wants Jay to be surrounded by "lies, hatred, and things that should never have happened," he's talking about the way HE grew up, knowing his father never wanted him, and that his Clan HATES him as a result. Killing Poppyfrost is about trying to frame Jayfeather for her murder, so ThunderClan won't trust him anymore.

When Jayfeather points out the simple truth that what Breezepelt is saying doesn't make any goddamn sense, his hatred "falters." He's blaming his half-clan half-brother for his own treatment because of the reveal, but totally failed to consider that JAYFEATHER'S ALREADY GOING THROUGH IT... so his response is just this pitiful, "s-shut up, man."

Then the ghost of Brokenstar and Breezepelt bounce him back and forth between them like a beach ball for a bit until Honeyfern's spirit shows up.

Breezepelt's childhood abuse and social alienation was a hook that the Dark Forest latched onto, to reel him in. His anger at his half-brother is so obviously misplaced that its absurdity was something Jayfeather pointed out.

We soon learn that it's the Dark Forest who's planting that ridiculous idea in his head;

The narration is SCREAMING, "The Dark Forest is validating the anger he feels towards his father, and redirecting it towards The Three." He's described as 'kitlike,' Tigerstar's eyes are compared to a hypnotizing snake.

This prose could not make it more obvious if it drove to your house, beat you with it, and then spoon fed you the point while you were hospitalized.

At the end of this scene, Tigerstar sends Hawkfrost to recruit Ivypaw. This scene where Breezepelt is being lovebombed, and the command to start grooming Ivypaw, ARE LINKED. That was a choice.

A VERY GOOD choice! Again, as many issues as I have with OotS, its handling of indoctrination is unironically fantastic, and it owes a good amount of that to the outstanding setup of Breezepelt that was done back in Po3. And that setup doesn't work if Crowfeather was merely distant.

Breezepelt was abused by his father, both verbally and physically. It drove him to be more aggressive to prove himself, modeling the battle culture around him. The adults of WindClan judged him based off Crowfeather's responses, shunning and belittling the 'problem' teenager, which eventually drove Breezepelt to the only group that he felt "understood" him.

In a book series that is RIFE with abuse apologia, this is one of the few times that there's any behavioral consequences for abuse and the narrative holds the perpetrator accountable for it.

But people hear Crowfeather's deflective excuse in The Last Hope where he says he never hated him, blames Nightcloud for everything, and just lick it up uncritically.

Gee whiz, I wonder why the guy who never blames himself for any of his problems would suddenly say it was his ex-wife's fault. Real headscratcher!

(Crowfeather's Trial then goes onto, for all my own problems with it, also hold Crow accountable as the reason why Breezepelt turned out like he did. But that's a topic for another day.)

#This is headcanon territory here. But one day I realized I can read Breezy-P with BPD and he became a blorbo. #Never been able to unsee it and it massively endears him to me... Breeze Pelt Disorder... #I actually REALLY hate how his arc was resolved and strongly feel that he should have progressed into a bigger problem #But I equally strongly feel that being redeemed is the ideal ending for him #so if it was between him being pure evil/redemption death or the awful halting we got at the end of oots.... #I'd pick the halting over him being pure evil or a redemption death. #I think BB made me REALLY fall in love with him. He's my sweet cheese. My good time boy. #Bones when he sees an angry black cat: ''i can fix you. first i must break you. but then i can fix you'' #Like. what i dislike about where he went is that even if your anger issues came from abuse. you STILL are responsible for your actions #but in the end getting that Shitty Dad Approval fixes him. Not his own growth or self-reflection. #it feels like BREEZE gets his agency stripped away for HIS ABUSIVE DAD'S character arc #It retcons in a reason why Breezepelt is not still a problem and then he faded into the background. #while Crowfeather continues to get supporting roles and every now and then Breeze now looks at him fondly #BLECH. #Crowfeather #Breezepelt #Abuse #Child Abuse #Warrior Cats Analysis #And now you know anon!!

[judasgot-it]

Hiii! I suddenly had an idea like a vision or something tehee

imagine after a party (idk, hunting dogs celebrating another victory) and s/o’s feet hurt for her heels so tecchou noticing, carries her on his back. sorry if it was simple

btw Can i call you Judy and be 🪻anon?

You've gifted me a nickname and all I did was ignore you. I think the best thing that should be done is that I write your ask and that you beat me (jk please don't I'm just a writer. but ily flower anon that nickname is so sweet u have full use to call me it <3)

Scenario: Husband! Tecchou carries fem! reader around while at a party (TW for reader being a little drunk at some parts lol)

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Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Wiser

1:15 AM

The work party was still raging on.

Fukuchi and Teruko were screaming a duet into the karaoke machine, some sort of anime intro that Tachihara complained only old people would know.

Jouno was surprisingly still in the room, forcing some poor chef to make another batch of some overly complicated dish that apparently only Jouno could appreciate. There was a gun on the table, although surprisingly it wasn't pointed at anyone yet.

You could breathe a sigh of relief at that.

All you were looking for now was Tecchou. He had gone missing around half an hour ago, doing who knew what. He was the one thing keeping you alive at this party, considering how you were one or two drinks away from either passing out on the floor or just trying to take yourself home.

Your feet hurt, what else could you say? Maybe you were a little bit too drunk right now since you were sad over where you had placed your shoes. They were somewhere in the room, you were sure of it.

It was a really emotional endeavor, enough that you felt tears start to come to your eyes thinking about where you placed them. You tried to wipe them away the best you could, trying to not hit your face with the pair of shoes you were holding in your hands.

You walked across the room, hoping to find your husband in the crowd of very important government people whose names had lost you at that moment. Thankfully no one approached you, although maybe it was because they were all as messy as you were.

Tecchou was one of the tallest people there, and even on your tippy toes, you couldn't find his messy chestnut hair in the sea of heads. The feeling of panic started to settle quickly, your heart almost beating outside of your chest - your husband could be almost anywhere.

You turned around, feeling your tongue fall into your throat as you still couldn't locate your man. Wiping your wet eyes, you watched as a man approached you - tall, with messy chestnut hair.

Swallowing deeply, you tried to compose yourself as you saw his eyes land directly onto yours. Against your will, your eyes began to well up with tears once again.

Your feet guided you, rushing towards him like a bullet.

There was no thought as you wrapped your arms around him, your face buried down inside of his red suit. You sighed with relief as you felt your cold nose start to warm up against his body, the air you breathed our fanning against the cold skin on your cheeks as you nuzzled deeper onto him.

“Oh, there you are Angel.”

Two hands pulled at your arms, their warmth shocking your cold skin into goosebumps. His fingertips danced along your skin, callouses massaging your skin all the way up to your shoulders.

“I was looking for you. I was starting to think you got lost.”

You looked up as you said this, blinking innocently up into his honey eyes. He leaned his head a little bit away to stare at you, the tattoos on his cheek blending in with his long eyelashes.

Watching them twitch made your lips curve up, how they perfectly melted in together. You took one of your hands and pulled his face to look down at you properly, his brows pinching as he took in the full sight of you.

“You're so pretty Tecchou. Do you ever hear that?”

He smiled at those words, leaning closer into your hand.

“You told me that on our wedding night, actually.”

His brows pinched again, his gaze looking downward once again.

“Angel, why aren't you wearing your shoes?”

His words took a little to sink in, you still too busy watching how his beautiful face pulled apart as he said those words - the tattoos underneath his eye moving just underneath the small creases from his smile.

“Hmm… My feet hurt.”

You other hand lowered itself, cradling his waist as you swayed to the music that played throughout the room. It was easy to ignore the horrible singing that accomidated it, as you instead focused on the strong muscles that were barely consealed underneath Tecchou's suit.

He barely budges, only swaying slightly as he let you have your moment - watching you with hooded eyes. His steps were small, his heels clicking lightly against the tile of the dance floor.

“You know, if your feet hurt I can just carry you around.”

Stopping, you looked up at him, looking at his face carefully. His eyes held no lie, seeing as he was always a truthful man.

“Are you sure about that?” It was always polite to ask in your mind, even when you were challenging one of the strongest men you knew.

“I can lift twice your weight, you know that angel.“

A small smirk spread on his face as he said this, his eyes poring through your figure. His hands traveled down to your waist, squeezing you gently.

”I wouldn't break a sweat at all, if that's what you're worried about.“

You didn't have time to react as you stomach did twists, Tecchou manhandling you into a bride carry with ease.

”Oh my god, Tecchou!”

It was impossible to hide the joy in your words as he carried you, continuing the dance you had started earlier with ease. He hummed along softly to the song that still played, ignoring whatever wailing words were coming out of a horribly drunk Fukuchi's mouth at that moment.

It wouldn't ruin yours at the very least.

“What? I'm not going to let you walk around while your feet hurt.”

He danced with ease, completing a lazy waltz with you in his arms. His soft locks were lit up by the chandelier above, turned into a soft caramel from the light that shone through the strands. They stuck up in all sorts of directions, forming a creme brulee halo around his face.

You brought one of your arms to wrap around his neck, bringing your fingers to sift through the longer strangs of his hair. It was soft, almost an estactic feeling to have something so ethereal under your hand.

“You're so gorgeous.”

His face was closer to yours, his nose nearly brushing against yours. You giggled, stealing his air as you did so.

“I think you said that to me on our wedding night, handsome.“

His lips were pressed against yours, his handsome face blocking your vision for the rest of that night.

#Idk why im thinking i have a very feminine voice while writing #not bad i think i guess its just a thing i have #idk i use this account to try to improve my writing and this is something i think ive noticed #i might try more scenarios that are based around actions cuz i lack a lot in that area #anyway i wrote half of this to the nutcracker btw so if it seems cheesy its cuz it is someone take tecchou fluff away from me #im rambling here tbh #tecchou x reader #tetcho x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x y/n #tecchou x you #tetchou x reader #tecchou bsd #tecchou x y/n #tetcho x reader

[csprslvt]

You and i, and her.

Chapter one. (see intro for context)

Summary: When settling into Jackson, reader dreams of her past but tries to ignore it by spending time with Ellie, who is desperate for connection after pregnant Dina has left her to be with Jesse. Awkward introductions and slight miscommunication ensues.

Warnings: Mentions of homophobia, the D slur, reader misses muscle mommy Abby, assumed major character death, mentions of sex

CHAPTER ONE:

Something was weighing heavy on your heart.

Ever since you found that locket, something in you was missing, as if you finally became aware of a part of your life you had forgotten you’d experienced. You wore the locket, looking for other things in your bag that would bring clarity to your past. So far all you had was that pine soap and photo that connected with the once love of your life,

Abby.

You knew her, or rather you had known her at some point. So many questions littered your mind, but still the dissociation was so heavy it was difficult to uncover without getting a headache.

“Hey? y/n?” A hand nudged your shoulder, pulling you from your trance.

 Ellie was trying to get your attention. 

“Oh sorry, what was the question?”

Ellie smiled, “ I was saying, are you going to finish that?”

You looked down at your plate, you and Ellie were eating in Ellie’s room, deciding that a group of people would be too much for you to handle in such a drugged out, sensory sensitive state. You both sat on the bed, Ellie against the headboard and you against the foot of the bed. Your legs touched softly.

“Uhm no, i'm still kind of nauseous, you can have my food if you want.” You offered your plate of bread, meat and rice to Ellie.

“ You sure?”

“Yea yea go ahead!”

Ellie’s smile grew and she took the plate from your hands, eating eagerly.

“ So” Ellie spoke between chewing, “How are you feeling?”

“I feel, confused and a little woozy, but better now that i'm clean and out of the sun”

“I really do think something has happened to you, you were so… delirious when we found you”

“Yea I feel almost…foggy? Like I'm forgetting something important, forgetting where I came from because of whatever has happened.”

Ellie nodded in sympathy, 

“Whatever happened, it must've been a lot to handle. I mean you were covered in blood and clearly exhausted. So don't pressure yourself to remember every detail, I'm sure it’ll come to you eventually.”

“Yea, yea I hope so” You smiled and Ellie finished her meal, she took both plates.

“I'll go get rid of these, uh, you stay here”

You nodded in response and once she left, you opened your locket staring at it.

Abby.

Where could she be? Why did you end up alone? Clearly she appeared to care about you? Why can't you remember anything but her name, her scent, her hands?

You shivered a bit, memories flooded to the surface but just as they were about to enter your grasp, it slipped away from you.

There has to be something else missing.

When Ellie entered the room again, she offered to show you where you would be staying, the two of you hit it off, becoming fast friends, a duo.

When you settled into your new room, you smelt of the forest, it soothed you and you fell into a deep slumber.

Long blond hair fell into your fingertips as you ran your fingers through it. It was soft, healthy and it carried the faint scent of pine.

“Are you always going to keep it in that stupid braid?” You spoke, with a playful wonder to your voice.

“It's not stupid asshat, it keeps my hair out of my face” Abby spoke, with a voice as smooth as honey. It made you smile a bit, just listening to her speak with a careless freedom to her.

“But your beautiful hair! You gotta let it down once and awhile before your hairline recedes”

Abby turned around facing you, hair leaving your fingertips.

“My hairline isn't going to recede.” She says sternly

“You'll lose all your hair and end up looking like owen.”

“Owen? Just because he's my ex boyfriend doesn't mean you can bully him.”

“Yes it does, that's what ex boyfriends are there for!”

“You're just jealous.”

“Jealous of what? His inability to make you cum?” You said with a smirk, indulging in playful banter.

At that Abby blushed, staring into your eyes.

“Okay well, okay I have no response to that. You're right.”

“Oh my god I was just guessing but seriously?”

“Yea one time we had sex in a boat and he literally came after three pumps, leaving me high and dry.”

You wrinkled your nose in disgust

“Do you think he even knows where the clit is?”

“No, definitely not, believe me I tried teaching him but it was like… he just rubbed my inner thigh and then asked me if I came”

“Oh trust me, if you did, he would've known by the way you scream and-”

“ Oh I scream? You're the one saying my name so loud it's like you're trying to use echolocation”

“Echolocation? You're comparing my noises to echolocation? Fuck you”

“Oh you'd like that wouldn't you” 

“Oh my god Abby!”

“ See? Echolocation”

“You know what? I hate you.”

“ You didn't hate me last night”

“Well I do now”

“Let's change that, shall we?”

You nodded and right as Abby pulled you into her lap, you-

“Hey! y/n! Wake up! It's Ellie!”

You groaned, rubbing your eyes to wake up.

“Huh?”

“Get up!”

“Oh my god” You mumbled, reminiscing about your dream that seemed so real.

memories.

You got up and stumbled to your feet, your cargo pants had ridden up like pantaloons and your chest was nearly falling out of your tank top, you adjusted yourself before opening the door.

“Uhm, hi.”

You blinked.

“You woke me from my peaceful slumber” You said, with a tone of playfulness in your voice

“Oh did I? You certainly look like you slept well.”

Ellie took in your appearance, you stood there, in clothes from yesterday, wearing one sock and no bra, smelling of winter pine. She looked a bit too long at your smile.

Ellie knew she was warming you to you too fast, but since her break up with Dina, she missed human connection, friendship.

“Yea, I did actually” You smiled

“Come in Ellie,let me brush my teeth before we do anything”

Ellie stepped closer to you

“Oh yea, that morning breath is awful” She wrinkled her nose, clearly poking fun at you.

“ Well fuck you too!” You exclaimed, moving into the bathroom brushing your teeth and looking into the mirror.

Though you were bruised and scarred, you were clean and safe and you looked closer to what you were supposed to be.

Your eyes wandered to the golden locket laid on your collarbone, and your mood dropped.

Oh Abby…

Though you wanted to make yourself comfortable in Jackson, the goal was to find Abby. Eventually you'd leave and seek her out, once you had a lead.

“Hurry up!” Ellie spoke, removing you from your mind where your only thoughts were of pine and blond hair.

You quickly brushed your teeth and fixed your hair, trying to make it look at least a little decent. In a perfect world you would have worn makeup and had real clothes, but this was survival.

You eventually left the bathroom and faced Ellie, she got up from her place on your unmade bed and walked to the door, beckoning for you to follow her.

“ Where are we going?”

The air outside wasn't as humid as it felt with blood sticking to your skin, but it was still way too warm for cargo pants.You huffed a bit trying to cool down.

“To the stables! I wanted to show you the horses!”

“Horses?” 

“Yea!” 

“I dunno, I'm not an animal person…”

“Oh C’mon! It'll be fun!”

You smiled, Ellie seemed excited and you needed to think of something that wasn't Abby and your unclear past. You relaxed a bit before nodding.

“Okay…”

“Great! Let's go!”

The stables stunk.

They smelt of straight horse shit and it was disgusting. But you've smelt plenty worse.

Ellie was filled with joy, leading you to each horse and introducing you, she was clearly close with the animals.

“This is shimmer and this is-”

“Hey, Ellie”

Ellie paused looking behind her at the voice, you turned away from petting shimmer to look as well.

A woman stood, with long dark hair, dark eyes and a purple shirt. She was holding hands with some guy, he wasn't particularly remarkable but when Ellies eyes darted between their hands you could tell there was a thick tension. Not the sexy kind.

“Hi Dina” Ellie seemed… awkward, uncomfortable and a little hurt.

Whoever this Dina was, she clearly had a past with Ellie, you raised an eyebrow.

“Who's that?” Dina looked you up and down, she was beautiful but still, Ellies nervous energy made you uncomfortable too. Dina didn't sound particularly menacing or rude, honestly, she seemed sweet but Ellie couldn't respond. You took the liberty of introducing yourself.

“Im y/n” You offered a smile, placing a hand on Ellies shoulder, she looked at you.

“Ellie and I were just leaving.”

The man beside Dina looked between the two girls with a need to break the tension. He was kind enough to offer you a hand and a comforting gaze.

“Hi y/n, Im jesse, nice to meet you.”

You shook hands.

“Nice to meet you too Jesse, well we better run! See ya around!” You smiled and grabbed Ellies hand, dragging her along as you exited the stables.

You let go of Ellie's hand once you were out of sight.

“Ellie, what the fuck was that?”

Ellie groaned, putting her head in her hands.

“That was Dina…my ex girlfriend”

You blinked.

“Ex girlfriend.”

“Yea we broke up a little bit ago, I didn't expect her to be with Jesse again so soon. God that was so embarrassing! I stood there like a total dumbass gawking at her. What the fuck!”

Ellie began a ramble

“Ex girlfriend.” You said in shock. Ellie was like you, she liked girls. And you understood why she was with Dina, she was beautiful.

Ellie paused

“Listen if your gonna be a homophobic asshole I don't wanna-”

You panicked, oh no, she totally thought you were a bigot.

“No! No no no Ellie oh my god no” You laughed, she looked annoyed.

“Seriously! If your gonna call me a dyke or something Id rather not-”

“I like girls too!”

Ellie paused, her jaw dropped.

“Huh?”

“Is it really that surprising? Dude I love girls. And you dated Dina? Why’d you let her go? She's hot like super-”

Ellie held up her hands

“Okay, okay! Yea I get it, can we please stop talking about how hot my ex is”

“Sorry, sorry”

“She's the one that broke up with me…while we were dating, she found out she was pregnant with Jesse’s kid. It kind of brought them back together or whatever. And she dumped me.”

“She dumped you?”

“That's what I just said, yes, don't rub it in”

“No I didnt mean it like that…respectfully Ellie, you are fine as fuck and so far you have an amazing personality. I'm just surprised she would leave you because of a damn baby.” 

“You think im fine as fuck?”  Ellies face turned red, a blush covered her freckles.

“Respectfully, yea”

“Oh.”

You felt awkward again, urging you to change the subject.

“Anyways…can we find something to eat? I'm not nauseous anymore”

“Yea, yes of course. Lets go”

Eating certainly helped your unsettled stomach, you devoured your plate in less than three minutes, and Ellie joked about it, and you felt like you could finally escape the gaping hole in your chest that Abby left.

You assumed she was dead. It was almost better to think that she wasn't suffering and killing anymore. But something in your gut knew you were just making excuses. You knew better her than that. Still, you brushed those thoughts away. It couldn't be too bad, staying in Jackson for a while. Right? 

#gaming #ellie tlou2 #the last of us 2 #abby x reader #ellie williams #ellie x reader #first fic #angst #jesse x dina #love triangle #eventual smut #friends to lovers #ex girlfriend #abby anderson

[ash5monster01]

Lessons of You Part 1

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of depression, future smut, broken reader, 18+

Summary: Blake Parker was used to running. When life got hard, she’d run. The idea of sticking around to end up broken was scarier then she’d like to admit. So she hid away, cut all ties, and lived contently on her own. She was done running because no one could find her there. That is until a Navy Pilot runs into her life, and she learns allowing yourself to love can be scary, but hiding from it can be even worse.

This will be a short series, I’m unsure of how many parts just yet. I just couldn’t shake the idea and I figure instead of writing a full fledged story I can get it out here. enjoy xx

word count: 2,352

Intro, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Final

Masterlist

For some reason today was a particularly nice day. The sunrise was flooded with warm colors, pink dancing across the sky, orange bathing the sand in a warm blanket. Blake took an extra few moments to take it all in, absorbing the image as much as she could. Moments like this reminded her the world was still beautiful despite all the ugly things that had hurt her. Today she took extra time to admire the boy who ran, hoping life hadn’t hurt him as much as it had her.

She allowed the beauty of the day to fill her soul with good, and her day wasn’t as sad as it usually seemed. She got her work done and allowed happy thoughts and memories to take over. The day reminded her of good ones from home. When the sun came up and laughter filled the air. She missed it, but today she figured she was welcome to think fondly of it and not wish for it to come back. So she allowed the memories to come and go as she made her way to the coffee shop. Not wanting the day to end.

“This one is on the house dear” Blake froze as she saw the older woman holding the coffee out to her. She hadn’t bothered to learn her name, even though it went against her natural desire to know it.

“I can’t let you do that” she began to shake her head but the woman stopped her as she held a hand up and set the coffee on the counter.

“You’re here everyday, you’ve brought good business. My treat” she explained and Blake felt guilt rush through her. She wondered if the woman knew how lonely she was, how she was a girl unwanted by the world. Something that doesn’t belong.

“Thank you” she swallowed the response, not wanting the kind woman to know how hard it was to accept kindness in a life where her own kindness fell upon ungratefulness. Blake dug into her purse, grabbing the amount she usually paid for the coffee and shoved it into the tip jar. The woman smiled at her and she retreated to her usual table.

Starting her book was a bit harder with the interaction on her mind. She didn’t want to appear ungrateful because in fact she was entirely grateful for the woman’s act of kindness. She had just been so hurt by the world, giving her all, and never receiving anything back, that had hurt her. How could she accept something so generous and return the favor? She didn’t want to be another dim light in a bright life. She didn’t want to be viewed as ungrateful.

“This seat taken?” Blake didn’t think the voice was directed at her until the table shook slightly from the movement of someone sitting across from her. Tearing her eyes from the book she was met with a lopsided grin on a tan face, covered in champagne brown hair. Her eyes widened as she realized it was the running boy. Here he was, Hawaiian shirt, fluffy hair, mustache, and all.

“No” her voice was quiet, barely carried across the table as she looked at him like a deer in headlights. He was so much more handsome than she had imagined the speck of a man to be. Up close he was huge and she couldn’t believe how crazy perception could be only watching him from far away.

“Interesting book?” Blake’s heart pounded against her chest, hoping he wasn’t about to ask if she was stalking him. He was the one running past her house every day.

“Yeah, I just started it” she muttered out, hoping this wouldn’t go in a direction she needed to escape from.

“I figured, since you were reading a different one yesterday” Blake stopped, confused as to how this boy knew her. She had only seen him in the mornings and he never looked over at her, let alone did she read her books then.

“I, how-. I’m sorry” the boy chuckled and she felt her heart rate pick up again. Was he stalking her?

“I come here everyday. You’re always over here reading a new book, and I was curious if you are actually reading a new book every day?” Blake’s heart rate slowed, noticing the gentle look in his eyes. Figures running man was here everyday and she never even noticed because she was too busy reading.

“I do, I usually finish before bed” she informed him and he smiled at her answer. She had no idea why he was still talking to her though.

“You just never run out of new ones?” he asked and she shrugged. She figured she was a shadow, invisible in this small town. Turns out people noticed.

“Sometimes but there’s a lot of books in the world and a bookstore down the street” she pointed in the direction of the store and he smiled.

“I didn’t know that, I really spend most of my time on base or at the bar” Blake lightly laughed, finding herself a bit more comfortable in his presence.

“So you’re in the Navy?” she asked and he nodded, taking a sip of his water.

“Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, naval aviator” Blake felt her stomach jump, not expecting his response to ignite a form of attraction in her. He reached his hand across the table and she slowly put her small one in his as she shook it.

“Blake Parker, literature reviewer” Blake responded, the math his own answer and Bradley rose his eyebrows, intrigued by the job. He let go of her hand despite not wanting to and she quickly gripped her book again.

“Is that why you’re always reading?” he asked and she chuckled as she finally set her book down, a sign she was now comfortable which made Bradley smile.

“Partly, but I also love to read. That’s kinda why I have the job” Bradley was surprised to hear her teasing tone, realizing she was full of personality.

“You from around here Blake?” Bradley liked saying her name, he also liked how she made it girly despite the fact he saw Blake as more of a manly name.

“I’m from everywhere” Blake didn’t like to answer the question because truly she didn’t feel like she belonged anywhere.

“And you ended up here?” he asked and Blake looked around her, the bright warm day a veil over the disaster around it.

“Somehow” she grinned and Bradley leaned forward on the table, wanting to get to know her better.

“Could I buy you a drink?” Blake felt nerves flood her again and she quickly tensed. The mustached man across from her was undeniably handsome, but making connections, forming relationships, weren’t on her plan when she ran away to here.

“I don’t know” she began to shake her head and lean back and Bradley felt his stomach drop, scared he’d miss this opportunity.

“Just one drink, I’ll drive you home right after. You don’t even have to get my number. 30 minutes tops” his deal was tempting, and she sighed as she thought about it. From the free coffee and now this. It went against everything she had been trying to do here.

“One drink, and that’s it” she said and he didn’t hide the giant grin that covered his face. Slowly he stood up and she packed her book back into her purse before following him out of the restaurant.

“This is me” he pointed to the blue Ford Bronco and she smiled at the beautiful car as he opened the door for her.

“It’s beautiful” she commented, not having the liberty of enjoying nice cars since she left her previous life.

“Thank you” he smiled softly at her before moving to enter his side of the vehicle. As the engine roared to life the radio buzzed on, High on You by Survivor filling the car.

“I love this song” she muttered lightly and Bradley shot her a smile as he moved to turn it up. The ride was short, the song had pretty much ended as he parked outside of the small bar.

“I’m not underdressed right?” Blake asked, suddenly nervous about the fact she was just in some jean shorts and a tube top with a white button up draped over top.

“Basically overdressed doll” he grinned at her and she blushed slightly, turning away so he couldn’t see her face. He took this time to admire her chocolate hair, how it fell over her shoulder in a messy braid. She was clearly nervous to be walking into the bar, loud music and conversation bellowing out of the building.

“Rooster!” People in uniform cheered and it took Blake a moment to realize they were referring to him. Bradley walked contently towards the bar, waving at his friends, turning to glance back at the girl, and spot her confused face.

“My call sign” he explained but she was still just as confused the Bradley she had just met could go by the name of a bird. They reached the bar, his friends clearly confused as to why he avoided them. “I figured you didn’t want a large crowd considering I kind of begged you to come here”

“Thank you” Blake told him, comforted by the fact he didn’t try to shove all those people down her throat. He had only known Blake for a half an hour but he already understood her more than most.

“Hey Penny, I’ll take a beer and-“ Rooster, Bradley, whatever his name was, turned to glance at Blake and she looked at the woman referred to as Penny.

“Captain and Coke” the woman smiled and immediately turned to start on the drinks. Bradley took this moment to perch himself up on a barstool and Blake followed the action.

“So do you do anything other than read and work Blake?” Bradley asked as Penny set their drinks in front of them.

“Not really no” she told him and he laughed quickly at her response, but in all honestly she was telling the truth. Before Bradley could respond they were interrupted by two of his friends rushing over.

“Who’s this?” the blonde boy with dimples grinned, and a girl with dark hair rushed after him.

“Sorry Rooster, I held him off for as long as I could” she explained and Bradley became nervous that Blake wouldn’t like the intrusion. His friends could be a lot.

“I’m Blake” she spoke up, not necessarily shy which surprised him consdering she seemed so quiet and meek in that coffee shop a few moments ago.

“Hey Blake, I’m Hangman. What’re you doing with this guy?” Hangman asked as he happily shook her hand, slapping his other onto Bradley's back.

“He offered to buy me a drink, just one, and let me go. So I couldn’t resist the deal” Blake explained and Hangman instantly wore an amused look on his face as he looked to his best competitor.

"Of course Rooster can't get a girl to come out unless he promises her an early escape" the girl immediately started tugging on his arm to remove Hangman from the situation and before Rooster could even react the girl let out a loud belly laugh which caused everybody to freeze.

"Well that's the trick, if he impresses me before that first drink is finished, maybe I'll stay. If not, at least I get a free ride out of it" Rooster couldn't even be offended as he gave this mystery girl an surprised look.

"Well, have I impressed you yet?" he asked and Blake feigned a thinking look, unsure why she felt so comfortable with the boy despite all her survival instincts flashing bright red no's at her.

"Not sure, what does the name Rooster mean?" she asked and Bradley instantly smirked, hinting towards something inappropriate and the unnamed girl jumped forward.

"Don't let him fool you, I would never agree to naming him Rooster after that. Gross. We call him Rooster because he waits for the perfect moment to strike, kind of like how a Rooster waits for morning. Nothing to do with any weird body parts" Rooster shot the girl a dirty look and Blake laughed again, enjoying the banter between the group of friends.

"Really Phoenix, I couldn't mess with her for just a little?" Rooster complained, finally giving Blake a name for the face. She figured they all naturally went by their call signs with each other.

"Not when it's about that, just because you guys all forget I'm a girl doesn't mean most girls want to hear about that crap" she defended and Blake smiled softly at her.

"Well, if he got his name based off of either it seems as if I'm impressed" Bradley now burnt a deep shade of red and Phoenix snickered as she watched her normally cool and collected friend curmble from just a few words from a pretty girl.

"I like you new girl, if he steps over the line let me know" she said now grabbing Hangman again.

"And call me?" Hangman winked as he finally allowed Phoenix to drag him away and over to the rest of their friend group.

"They were fun" Blake smiled at him and Bradley felt his stomach ease just slightly.

"Yeah, they can be pretty cool when they're not messing with me" he grinned back at her, watching as she finished her drink.

"Teasing means they love you. It was pretty sweet they came over here to mess with you in front of me, means they care" Rooster wanted to ask how she knew this, considering the vibe she had given off since he sat down with her was major loner, yet he figured it was best to say nothing at all.

"So can I buy you another drink or do you want that free ride?" he asked and Blake pretended to think, already knowing that she liked his company even though company was what she did her best to avoid.

"One more drink, but that's it. I still have to work in the morning"

#bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley rooster bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw angst #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley bradshaw x oc #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradsaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #rooster angst #rooster x oc #rooster bradshaw fic #rooster imagine #rooster x reader #rooster top gun #rooster fluff #rooster x y/n #rooster fanfic #rooster x you #rooster x spicy #bradley rooster x reader #bradley rooster x y/n #top gun imagine #top gun fandom #top gun maverick #miles teller

[fukia]

Fionna & Cake final thoughts , opinions and nitpicks lol

This will be unorganized and random and stinky, sorry

• great pacing first 2 eps

• good ideas

• ignoring multiverse saturation, is p decently done here!

• I miss Neil Patrick’s take on Gary/gumball- he sounded so freakin princely :(

• marshall sounded kinda less mischievous than he used to? Like vocally more down or something- I’m super glad he had the same actor tho lol Donaldddd

• I miss old Prismo voice too but I know why these didn’t work out

• Hunter’s voice either could’ve gone for a deep gravely stoicism or could’ve just been w/ the same actor as Huntress Wizard

• Scarab is ehhh- decent design but feels kinda out of place for adventure time- voice is similarly the same offness too, reminded me of kinda bad anime dub voices, it doesn’t feel intentional to the right extent —- either make a more surreal villain or a funnier one, his presence was rather generic

• the spooky faces and scurrying beetle of scarab was kinda funny

• lemongrab. Why justnonce roiland.

• I will end my life a million aeons over for Orbo - bluey’s dad: “say goodbye to your legs!”

• mmmarceline dress

• bubblegum mmmmilitary

• I wish we saw the fucking MOON vampire

• MOON vs STAR (super cool naming if the uh tarot thing is carried on here I legit don’t know if star is an actual tarot card lemme check)

• ORGALORG WHYYYYYY

• marshall n Gary was sweet- but I really wished they played up the bitter exes part before they did just the fluffy dating, bring a bit of parallel consistency

• fionna was good acting! The crying bit made my heart ouches- Character herself was a tad frustrating at times admittedly

• cake is great still - cake and vampire king hilarious

• why no “the star”’s actual dad :(

• BETH SHERMY GIBBON YES YES YES- back to old adventure time: I love the intro theme for Beth and shermy, it’s so melancholic and desolate, cold, with backgrounds that make this so fascinatingly depressing a turn for the land of oo (happy endings impermanent- life goes on kinda deal, so cool, so consistent with adventure time’s own concepts & “everything stays”)

• Simon and Betty made me emotional

• uhh how old was Betty when she starting dating simon? Just offhand lol I’m sure it was fine

• Golbetty had beautiful scenes

• way better simon and Golbetty than that weird adventure time published comic I’m sure some of you read

• the animation is great on some places, other times while well made, feels out of place for adventure time; like it’s trying too hard to be pretty (not the Ice Prince song, stuff like that made sense for adventure time)

• like some bits reminded me of Steven universe’s inconsistencies (same bits that made me really really dislike some of adventure time distant lands’ execution)

• [funny nitpick incoming] like there were points where the characters had really big eyes even tho they r supposed to be dots (not when exaggerating certain emotions cartoonishly, I meant prolonged); adventure time’s deal is keeping them small and kinda hard to decipher

• some bits were just a tinnny too anime that it bothered me, just some! Anime is cool!!!

• I was really expecting or hoping for a Korra styled multi-season just with lesser episodes

• the resolution was… kinda haphazardly handled

• same with some of the final themes, like w/ simon n betty

• adventure time is kinda known for being almost ambiguously optimistic so the whole super happy thing was kinda strange to me

• I know like it shouldn’t have to be the same as adventure time obviously, but that was the general identity of adventure time; the cosmic ambiguity with absurd humor delivered nonchalantly

• like I think of patience st pim’s ice domain during elements and the melancholic quietness of it - also PATIENCE ST PIM WHYYYYY I LOVED YOU (patiencevstheempresscough)

• ORGALORG COME BACK TO MEEEE

• yes it was a great thing to have this miniseries I enjoyed many parts

• the music was fucking fire!!!

• where was the dr two brains reference ? -3-

#adventure time #fionna campbell #simon x fionna #fionna and cake #golb #golbetty #orgalorg #Beth and shermy #marshall lee #fionna the human #adventure time fionna and cake #opinions

[hibernationsuit]

🧣 or 🎃 for Toby and Klara? 💖👀💖

🧣 - help each other bundle up for the cold weather

ough not fully what the prompt is asking for, but i finallh got an idea so we'll go with that <3

Sometimes no matter how much Klara may plan things, she might forget something important and regret it later. One of these situations is creating a large plan and to do list to prepare to move to a new apartment, but then she forgot to make sure she didn't forget anything. Well, she forgot food (except for coffee). Now they're both wondering how to get groceries while the weather is as unbearable as it can sometimes be.

Another intro: pov: you just moved into new apartment yesterday, wake up in the morning and realize there's no food and there's a terrible storm outside

---

"Of course it's cold and there's a mix of rain and snow outside right when all of the winter clothes are still in the boxes," Klara muttered as she was pacing around the room, "And we ned to get the groceries because there's no food." She sat down on one of the boxes and sighed. "Did the storm just have to start when we're moving?"

"Look at the bright side, at least we don't have to carry boxes in this weather," Tobias's voice said from the kitchen, "...or, well, Leon and Klaus don't have to. Kinda feel bad we had to ask them to do the heavy lifting, I really should've-", his voice was drowned out by the running water for a moment, though it was clear what he was talking about. Last week's trip to the shore with their friends started out well, but poor guy just had to slip on a rock and hit his leg. And now he's blaming himself again... "-Anyway, we still need to think of a gift for them..."

"Yeah. But that's a later problem..." She sighed. How could she, of all the possible things that could've happened, forget to label the boxes. "Do you remember where I put the warm coats?" There were only a dozen of them and she had opened six already, but no luck.

"No, sorry."

"Don't apologize, this wasn't your responsibility."

"Yeah, but maybe I should've helped a little with packing clothes. I might have overestimated the amount of books we have. It's only three hundred, not five." He walked into the room with a cup of coffee, whipped cream and cinnamon on it. "You sound like you need this. Though, be careful with the cinnamon. Missed the cup a bit and now my sweater is full of it."

"Thanks, but-"

"Shh, let me look through the boxes. You enjoy your morning coffee in peace." Tobias kissed her softly on the forehead and knelt down to open one of the boxes. "Well, here's a part of what we need. Scarves, hats and gloves. Though I think scarf is enough for now. You can always use it as a makeshift hat."

How did he get it right on his first try. "Good work, honey." Is he lucky by always managing to do the right thing, or am I lucky for finding someone like him. "Do you see a light brown scarf somewhere? I think it would be a good one."

He took out some of the clothes out of the box and carefully put them next to him. "It was on the bottom of the box." He handed it to Klara.

"Thank you."

"Hey, don't thank me yet. I still need to find your coat." He stood up, carefully straightening his right leg. "Now. the coats. What kind of box was it?"

"Don't you worry about that, I'll find it later." No way I'm going to let him crawl around with a hurt knee. "I'll just put on my leather jacket and run to the grocery store. It's on the other side of the street."

"It's too cold for a leather jacket-"

"I can borrow your sweater. Surely two sweaters would be enough."

"...no. Besides, we'll have to unpack everything anyway." He looked around the room. "It was one of the big boxes, wasn't it?"

"Yeah." She tried to remember how the box looked like, which proved to be harder than she expected. Maybe packing at night wasn't a good idea after all. "I think it has a white stripe instead of blue..."

"Like the one you're sitting on?"

"Wha-" Of course something like this would happen. "This is ridiculous. Let me see," She got off the box and handed the cup to Tobias. "Can you hold this for a molent. Very tasty, by the way."

"Didn't take that barista class just to sit there," he smirked.

Klara opened the box. The winter coat was right there. "Would you look at that..." She took it out and sighed. "I had such a good plan, I don't even know how everything could go so wrong..."

"Hey, nothing's gone wrong. You barely slept because you're not used to this new apartment yet, and assume your brain would do smart choices after that? Like you always say, give yourself a break and enjoy the good things. You found it in the end, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did." She smiled. "With your help, though."

"We're a good team, aren't we?" He fixed her scarf. "Now go get something good for breakfast, you deserve it."

#got struck with this idea today. good for them good for them. #asks #my writing #oc: klara #oc: tobias #want to publish this right away but might draw something related at some point #toby's 'hit my knee on a rock' was brought to u by: my knee hurts #don't know why but it does.

[jhypeach]

Paper Planes pt.2

intro, part 1 summary: Things are never the same again. As time passes by, everything also changes. Just like how your love for each other varies. Looking back, it made you realize that sometimes the right way to love is to leave. word count: 2k+ warnings: smut, kissing, cock warming tags: @ahtisa02 @cattaeil @hanarinlol @rinfairyy a/n: italicized = thoughts or reminisce. tb part is on 1st pov

Jaehyun has been gone from your house for a week. You didn't communicate with each other. You take this as a sign that maybe, just maybe, this is the pinnacle of everything.

You never talked your past conflicts, you never settled them properly, you just let it pass with the passing time, and living as if nothing happened is honestly suffocating. This has been a routine for about a year.

You left and slept at Amara's apartment during the week that Jaehyun didn't stay at your place. Staying there just keeps reminding you of how messed up your life is right now. You'll just say harsh things to each other at any time. It's true that your marriage is now meaningless, and you can't think of any reason to stay.

The more you wake up with him at your side, the more you understand that this isn't good, that the meaning behind your love for one other has vanished. But you have Jaehyun, and you believed that would be enough to keep you going.

"So, what now?" Amara asked, as she placed two glasses of water in front of the two of you. You played with your thumb, scraping the side of your nails. "He left again, for the nth time," she continued nagging at you.

"Y/n, honestly, I don’t see any reason for you to hold on for more," she said sincerely, "I’m the one who’s getting tired of you two. I love Jaehyun for you, but please... for once, give yourself a break." Amara held your hand, and it made you look at her. You started sobbing. She hugged you, and you buried your face in the crook of her neck, crying. 

I should always have a reason to continue. I can't just give up and not fight for what I value in. I will always love him. But this is already killing me. It's destroying us. The love we have for one other is no longer sufficient to keep me going. I love him, but it's exhausting.

"I'll file for divorce," you murmured, calming yourself. "Is this where you wish to end your life?" she asked. "I don't want you to make a decision while your emotions are clouding your opinion, Y/n. We'll talk again." She rose up from her seat and hugged you tightly.

You went to your place the next morning. It was just how you left it, dark and dreary, with no trace of Jaehyun. You open the front door using your key. You walk around the house, getting to know every nook, recalling how this used to feel like home, bringing you peace.

You went to your shared bedroom to get something you'd most likely need. It was hard to finally decide to put on your wedding ring, but it hurts to stay for long. It was like a daily torment of waking up and going on with life as if you didn’t scream at each other’s faces. It was like walking on a road with no end, barefoot on the ground. It's tiring and it stings. 

You walked into your closet to grab a duffel bag and began packing some of your stuff. After almost emptying your closet, you returned to your bedroom and sat on your side of the bed for a bit. You stared down at your slender finger, thinking how your ring no longer meant anything to you.

You took it off your finger and set it on the side table next to a photo frame. It was a photo of Jaehyun carrying you as he swayed you, and his face was buried in your neck. 

It’s been 2 months since I left after Jaehyun and I fought. We didn’t have a proper talk before I left; he just dropped me off at the airport, no words of wanting me to stay safe or what. He just ignored me that day. I left with so many doubts running inside my head. 

‘Do I still have him?’ ‘Will we be, okay?’ ‘Am I still yours?’

I missed him. I missed him so much. I missed him so badly. I wanted to see him so badly, but I don’t know if I still have his heart. I wasn’t supposed to go home today. I still have three more months of internship to do in New Zealand. 

But here I am hoping that I still have him. I am hoping that we can talk this out. And if ever we both decide to end this relationship, it will be on good terms.

His friends told me he hadn’t been home for weeks, and I don’t know if he’s in his condo unit today. But despite the uncertainties, I still went here straight from the airport. I have no idea where he is; even Mark, his best friend since diapers, has no idea where he went or where he is staying. 

It's almost late, and I'm standing in front of his door, wanting to knock to check if he's there. But I lack the guts to ask for answers to my questions. As I waited, I fiddled with my fingers. I couldn't keep back my emotions any longer, so I let them fall and crouched down to bury my face on my knees as I hugged them.

‘I don’t want to lose you, Jae. Not yet. I don’t want to lose us’

I cried and cried, hoping that somehow, he’d hear my longing heart. "Hey, baby," I heard Jaehyun’s voice as I felt a pair of hands gripped the side of my cheeks and slowly lifted my head. “It’s fine, I’m here. Shh. It’s fine, it’s okay," he whispered to my ears as he hugged me and caressed my back and kissed my temple. 

When I calmed down, he brought me inside his unit and asked me to sit on his couch while he sat in a chair nearby. I could feel Jaehyun’s eyes on me, wanting to ask me questions, and I had the guts to gaze down on my hands on my knees, avoiding his glances. I looked around his apartment to fill it up, and I noticed he had his baggage packed.

‘Was he supposed to leave?’ ‘Are we really going to end this on a bad note?’

I finally had the strength to look him in the eyes. His elbow was on top of his little dining table, and he was leaning his temple on his knuckles, staring at me closely. "You're leaving?" I asked, and he nodded. I faked a smile while biting my bottom lip and exhaling deeply.

And we were once again engulfed by the silence. Hours ago, I had so many questions to ask him, words that I wanted to say to him. But with just a nod from him, everything was answered. I was left tongue-tied. 

It suddenly fell as I couldn't hold back my tears, followed by another, another, and another. I laughed it off and told him, "I'm just tired from the flight," as I brushed away my tears when he abruptly rose up from his seat and walked in front of me. He lifted my chin up and kissed my lips so suddenly that I couldn't understand how fast everything happened. "I missed you," he said, releasing my lips. "Please don't leave me again."

He kissed my lips again and moved his hand that was holding my chin up to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I closed my eyes as I kissed him back, deepening our kisses. I could feel my tears running down my face. I held his shoulders as his other hand traveled to my waist, stroking it up and down. He helped me up and made me sit on the arm rest of the couch.

Things happened quickly, and now we're naked in his bedroom, panting as he shoved his dick deep within me. He showered me with kisses while I furrowed my brows with each thrust. He halted his stride and glanced at me, "Are you sure you're fully comfortable with this?" he whispered, pausing his thrusting and looking at me worriedly. I nodded to him as I placed my palm on his cheeks and drew him in for a kiss.

He continued his thrusting, slower than before, as he distracted me with kisses. He kissed my jaw and neck, sucking it in. His left hand, that was massaging my boobs, traveled to my left leg. He stroked it until it reached my ass and squeezed it and it made me whimper. As he licked my shoulders, I heard him chuckle.

He then grabbed my leg and pulled me closer, placing it on his waist for a better angle. He then deepened his thrust and I could feel him hit my g-spot. "Ahh," I moaned the pleasure. I clenched around him, which made him groan. 

"You're doing great, babe," he whispered as he kissed my earlobes and cheeks. Jaehyun was my last, and I didn't have any sex while I was away. So having a dick within me suddenly feels strange. But Jaehyun is patient enough to shower me with words of comfort. He hesitated at first, but I was sure. I'd like to feel him again.

"I-I’m close, Jae," I said as he hit my spot repeatedly. My grip on his shoulder tightens, digging my nails into his shoulder as I sense my orgasm nearby. "Fuck, baby." I keep on cursing as he hits my best spot. He kissed my lips one more time. "Go on, babe," he said as I clenched my walls around his cock.

A few more thrusts from him and I released my cum. "I’m close, baby," he said as he crunched his eyebrows and his thrust became sloppier. Not long after, he released his seeds inside the condom. He let himself fall on me and hid his face on my neck, not removing his dick. He kissed my shoulder and squeezed my waist.

"Weren’t you supposed to leave?" I asked him as I ran my hand through his hair. He hummed a response, which sent shivers up and down my spine. I moved a little to calm my body as I clenched around him. That made both of us groan and moan. "I have a flight at 2 in the morning today," he continued, his hot breath on my skin giving me butterflies.

I had to purse my lips to stop myself from making any sound again. "B-but it's alm.. ost 3," I stammered as he began licking and kissing my neck. He moved his lips to my jaw, then to my cheeks, then to my lips. "Do you want me to go?" he asked me as he removed a few strands of my hair and tucked it behind my ears. I shook my head in response. 

I hesitate to ask any further questions. I don't want to meddle with his decisions any more. What matters is that he is here with me. He gently withdrew his shaft and discarded the condom off his dick. I gasped at the abrupt emptiness in my vagina.

I stared at him as he pursed his lips in response to my reaction. "Baby, I have to clean you," he said as he caressed my abdomen. "Can't we cuddle for a while?" I murmured, hoping to entice him to stay in bed with me. "Later," he responded, carrying me in a bridal manner and walking towards the restroom, "when we come back." He placed me into the tub and turned on the lukewarm water.

I shifted slightly to the front to make room for him to sit behind me. "Are we going somewhere?" I asked, leaning my back against his chest.

He began scrubbing my shoulders with the loofa in his hand. "Mark and Johnny decided to throw a despidida party for me, and I told them I'd simply drop by before flying out." It made me stay silent and nod at him.

“Do you wanna know where I was supposed to go?”

‘No’

“Sure”

"New Zealand," he continued, and I couldn't believe it. "I was supposed to go after you," he said as he kept washing me. "And maybe talk, apologize, decide... beg you not to end this if you want to," he trailed off as he stopped scrubbing my back. "How are you supposed to find me when you don't know where I was staying?"

"I don’t know, look all over New Zealand maybe." He sneaked his arms around my waist and pulled me for a hug. He placed his chin on my shoulder as he stroked my forearm, "I’m not ready to lose you, not yet." There was a comforting silence that made us heal and reflect for a while.

"I’m sorry," he said as he kissed my shoulder blades. "I was selfish for wanting you to stay." I reached for his hand and intertwined it with mine. "You really think after what we did earlier, I still won’t forgive you?" I asked him as I cocked an eyebrow and turned my head to his side.

I saw him smile, and he kissed my lips softly. He placed his forehead on mine, with our noses touching each other. “Okay, enough staring” He laughed and kissed my lips one more time “We might not get out of this house later”.

After we took a bath, we drove to Johnny’s place. It was just Johnny and Mark. These three really, they never learned to socialize with others. I saw Johnny cleaning up the table, getting the beers, and finishing up the food. "Jae?" Mark was confused as to why Jaehyun was still here when he had a scheduled flight an hour ago. "And y/n," Johnny declares. I smiled at him. "Are.. you.. two-? oh" I couldn’t understand what Johnny was trying to say.

He looked at Mark, and they starred at each other for a while before Johnny tapped the side of his neck. Jaehyun and I got conscious, he looked at me and I looked at him confusedly. He then fixed the collar of the turtleneck that I was wearing. "Hickey," he mouthed. I hurriedly fixed it to hide my embarrassment that they had to see it.

"C’mon inside, it’s getting cold out there. Let's drink here," Johnny yelled as he entered his house. Mark then followed him, and Jaehyun just smiled at me as an apology for the visible love bite he left. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Let’s go, love," he said as he dragged me by the hand he had been holding since we got out of the car.

We drank a few cans of beer and danced to the music. Johnny was even teasing us that we shouldn’t be this sweet in front of him and Mark, who are single. But Jaehyun and I just ignored him. Mark was taking photos of us when Jaehyun and I got playful while dancing. He grabbed my waist and snuggled his face against my neck. He turned around and I was just laughing at his silliness. 

The night was filled with laughter and happiness. It was euphoric to go home to him. I felt like I was home after a dreadful experience. Hearing his laugh once again echoes in my chest like a lullaby I never want to forget. We were just so in love, holding each other so tight, afraid to let go and be lost. I love Jaehyun and I don’t want to lose him. As my life has been better since the day I learned to love him.

When you fall in love, you experience momentary insanity. It bursts, then diminishes, like an explosion. And after it has subsided, you must make a decision. You must decide if your roots will get so intertwined that they will be impossible to separate. Because this is what love is all about.

Love is not a lack of breath, excitement, or the urge to mate every second of the day. It is not laying awake at night seeing him kissing every area of your body. Love itself is what remains after being in love has burnt away.

You heard a faint footstep that made you get back to your senses. Jaehyun was leaning against the door frame, peering at you. You wiped the tears that you didn't realize were falling.

"We were so in love back then," you thought as you stared at Jaehyun, remembering the hope you'd always had. However, it is no longer exists.

#jaehyun fic #jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut #jaehyun x reader #nct x reader #nct jaehyun #paper planes #kpop angst #kpop smut

[nanatsuyu]

do you have any recommendations of fics that are about kandrews relationship/friendship?? (either way its fine)

their dinamic is just so interesting to me, i think we need more fics that explore it

also i love their friendship in blueberry pancakes

oh man oh man i always have so many scenes bopping in my head from fics about them ;; but heres some from my top bookmarks that i could think of offhand!

-- an abridged family medical guide, 6th edition - 30degreesandsnowing

my intro into kandreil and it's a sickfic from their own povs each chapter and the kandrew in this makes me insane because they're SO soft on each other and i reread it like once a month+ for serotonin

sick days by sweetlikesugar

kevin is sick and tries to push himself anyways and andrew lets him know hes an idiot (affectionate) [emetophobia warning!] i love sickfics more than breathing so this was just hhhHHHHH

the gentle violence of loving you - sweetlikesugar

one of my favourite takes on how kandrew were pre-canon. delves a bit more into kevins poor mental state when showing up on the fox doorstep. it really grabs me in the "andrew was looking out for kevin before he knew it" feelings

make me believe that you need me most - sambutwithbooks

sam is like,,,,,,,a true gift to kandrew enjoyers when it comes to smut and also how they navigate each other in canon and how kevin carries a chip on his shoulder and andrew is Always Watching

this is how we try - justadreamfox

another kandreil i'm super fond of with ace kevin and andrew having always been in love with him and the three navigating their sex life featuring some real cute pining and fretting andrew

die hard valentines - dayurno

*chef kiss* absolutely stunning kandreil ive read 100000 times. focuses on kevin and andrew and their love for neil and just has these tender moments between them that gave me cavities im unable to fill UGH

sucker - mostly_maudlin

kevin is a vampire and drinks neils blood from andrews mouth. like that should sell it easily but its also REALLY soft with kisses. 3 part series with so much sexual tension its a physical entity that haunts me like the hat man after 10 benadryl

plugs my own fics cus im shy about it but i really love them a lot and my kandrew is some of my most self indulgent,,,

even if it takes __ years

canon divergent ending where neil was not present in the series and kandrew figure themselves out given all their issues

missed sleep

a lil au i have of them as an old married couple where kevin has ghosts from his past creep up but its mostly soft stuff in this snippet

taptaptap

kandreil post choking scene thats SUPER tender because im a soft baby. just got a podfic too! <3

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not a complete list but these live rent free in my brain and are incredibly inspirational to me and a couple were VERY founding to my kandrew obsession!!

also thank you ;; you can see where it bleeds a bit into blueberry pancakes cus them being best friends is very important to me in every au always ;;

#nana asks #kandrew #aftg fic #my writing #kandreil

[askroahmmythril]

Gym Leaders Pt. 2

I figured I may as well try to come up with something for the types I was missing, as I had seven types I didn't come up with a leader for. So here we go :

Electric - Terry (name basis, battery)

An eccentric researcher in a desert area searching for new forms of energy. He has a Mad Max style look, kind of patched together metal and leather outfit, rugged overall look, goggles on his face. Yellow hair worn in wild looking dreads that end in jagged lightning bolt like shapes.

A bit wild in personality, can come off as sounding a little unbalanced in his excitement and passion for his research.

Rivals with Crystal, thinks she is too rigid and by the book with her research.

Gym Gimmick : Gym is located in a scrapyard setting, with open ended shipping containers forming tunnels you progress through. Making your way to various stations will let you operate an electromagnetic crane to move the containers, forming new paths.

Poison - Eris (name basis, aerosol)

A spirited skater and grafiti artist. She dresses in a hoodie splattered with mostly purple and blue paint, dark purple hair peeking out in bangs from within the hood. Wears a painter's mask over her mouth to protect from the fumes of her spray paint. Camo print shorts, likely also colors indicative of the Poison type, with roller blades that carry a Revavroom motif.

Confident and spirited, she likes to engage in playful trash talk during battle. She has a tendency to get super focused on one task though to where she will sometimes get distracted from her Gym Leader duties.

Gym Gimmick : Overall a fairly straightforward gym, it takes the form of a skate park. You have to defeat trainers to find cans of different colored spray paint you have to take back to Eris so she can finish a mural she's working on before letting you battle her.

Fire - Bernard (name basis, burnout)

A drag racer. He wears a full racing suit, red and white with flame patterns. He has a helmet, though his intro animation has him take it off to show his face, and he holds it under one arm during the battle. Has slicked back red hair and a sharp goatee.

Comes off as a bit cocky. Has a bad habit of letting the heat of competition get to him, and is pretty begrudging in admitting defeat and handing over a badge.

Gym Gimmick : ?

Ghost - Cecil (name basis, cease)

An actor that runs a "murder mystery" event in a haunted house setting (may have to be toned down from a murder mystery for rating? I dunno how strict they are about that sort of thing). Dresses as a classic detective for the role, Sherlock Holmes style cap and coat.

Tends to talk in riddles, as is the nature of the attraction he runs. Takes pleasure both in stumping his guests, as well as seeing them succeed.

Gym Gimmick : You participate in the mystery, trying to figure out the culprit from clues you find, as well as those given by the other "guests." There are a few rounds to the mystery, in which false accusations can cause extra trainer battles.

Fighting - Walter (name basis, welterweight)

A professional boxer, he's very much dressed the part, gloves and trunks colored / patterned in reference to the Fighting type. Black, spikey hair, wears a headband styled after a Focus Band. His start of battle pose has him using his teeth to tighten the laces on his gloves.

Takes training very seriously, both for boxing matches and Pokemon battles. Has a fiery spirit, eager to show his power.

May appear outside of the gym to teach the player about some sort of regional EV training method or such.

Gym Gimmick : ?

Ice - Crystal (name basis, ice crystals / cryogenics)

A scientist that performs research on low temperature phenomenons. She wears a crisp white lab coat with light blue trim, sort of "techy" looking glasses. She tends to carry a clipboard with her filled with research notes. Silvery blue hair worn in a long braid with crystaline ornaments in it.

Treats battle as an experiment, coldly clinical while battling, but gives a small smile of satisfaction as she records results.

Rivals with Terry, thinks he is a bit too irresponsible and unreliable with his research.

Gym Gimmick : Takes place in a cryogenics research lab, so rooms are very cold, meaning you may have to contend with Hail / Snow or such. Unsure beyond that.

Dark - Stella (name basis, stealth)

A tactical stealth type soldier, has some definite influence from characters like Solid Snake, Sam Fisher, etc. She wears a black and grey tactical outfit, utility vest and belt. Has a pair of night vision goggles worn across her forehead to show her stern, focused eyes. Lowers them into place for the duration of the battle. Has short cropped hair, dark brown color, fairly military looking style, think Jess from Advance Wars.

Very stern and terse personality. Doesn't do small talk. Not too talkative even after defeat. "There's nothing more for you here, soldier. Go about your business."

Possibly hinted that she once worked with Lt. Surge.

Gym Gimmick : Very much a stealth mission. Spotlights search over the grounds, and you have to try to avoid them while searching for card keys to get deeper into the gym. If a spotlight finds you, the lights for the room come on and you'll have to deal with a few trainers as a result.

[siriannatan]

Dang, it...

So instead of working on other things, I wrote part two to Trouble Student...

Scott was... not sure how he was doing. Pixl and he were dating, in secret but still, and he spend weekends at Pix's, just to keep the secret better. It was all great. They talked history of old empires - Rivendell was Scott's favourite but Pix's works covered all empires over the ages. Scott's favourite work of his was the one where he sassed a whole bunch of historians completely debunking their 'educated' guesses. Scott would never show him how well-loved his copy of that one was. Not with how covered in tape it was... All books in Pix's house were in perfect condition - unless they were very, very old.

Dating Pix was great but breaking his leg with first frosts was not. Moving about with crutches was slow and at all not fun. He didn't even tell Pix what exactly happened. To not worry him too much. He just said he was sick but stumbling to the bus stop with crutches was... not the best. Especially since he forgot to take how much slower he was with the damn things than usual. So he missed his usual bus and would be late for Pix's class. And probably worried him a lot. And he had a big part of his dissertation ready. The whole introductory chapter was perfectly formatted to what Pix required and with the bibliography. And they had a test on elven kings and... Scott was about to text Pix that he would be late when a familiar car stopped at the stop. Luckily it was just Scott there.

Pix's car. And Pix himself, looking somewhere between angry, worried and shocked. "Scott..." he sighed. "Why didn't you tell me you broke your leg? No one would think too much that I gave you a lift since it's on the way," he scolded grabbing Scott's bag. "Get in," he added with a slight smile. "I might require a lot but I'm not a monster. Other teachers won't mind," he added and helped Scott up. 

"Sorry... I should have told you but I was a bit busy and... I..." Scott mumble while getting into the passenger seat. "Are you sure it's going to be fine?"

"Perfectly. Sausage one drove a student for a whole month because his route was being renovated and the closest bus stop was super far. It was along his way so..." Pix shrugged and drove them to the university. Along the way, Scott explained how he broke his leg. Feeling a bit dumb with how careless he was.

Pix was glad Scott was okay. He hadn't seen him since last weekend and was worried someone found out he was experiencing unpleasant things. But Scott, as usual, got too deep in his research and reading and forgot to say any more than that he was 'sick'. To not worry him too much. It only worried him more but there was little he could do.

At the university parking lot Pix, regretfully, had to let Scott carry his own bag. And could not help him too much with the stairs to the building. At least his first class was on the ground floor. With Pix. A test on elven kings. Pix didn't have too high of expectations for most of the group. They were there only because they had to.

The group was a bit shocked to see Pix walk up with Scott but quickly calmed down seeing Scott's cast. And with Pix quickly explaining Scott's bus stop just happened to be along his way. "It's not the first time something like this had happened, ask Sausage," he shrugged letting everyone in. "And keep distance, we're having a test," he sighed noticing they were taking their usual seats. 

Scott, luckily always sat up front so Pix didn't have to say anything to him. Or he wouldn't if Scott didn't just walk to his desk. 

"Um... I have the intro chapter done... Should I leave it here..."

"Sit down and put it on the desk if it's printed out, I'll grab it at some point," Pix waved him off while connecting his laptop to the projector. He never bothered to print out the tests. Students carried enough paper around. "Groups go A, B, A, B from the window," he informed, glaring up at the class from his screen. At least they didn't complain about having to separate. Good. Some groups did. Scott sat at the edge in the B group. First row, almost in front of Pix's desk. And already had a bound pile of papers next to him. Pix was going to have what to do during his break before the meeting with Scott. Aside from checking the tests. "There are five questions each worth three points. One for name and the other for at least three accomplishments of each ruler, one for details, the more the better," he explained pulling up the text file. "Remember to write the group on the paper and sign it," he added walking up to Scott to grab the papers. Nothing more.

Scott, of course already had three empty papers out. That was going to be some reading. Elven history was the topic of his masters' dissertation so he had no doubt a lot to say.

"All papers are to be signed if you need more than one page," he said before returning to his desk. He'd just check Scott's thing while waiting for everyone to be done. Not that there would be much checking. Scott was a perfectionist and Pix already saw parts of it not too long ago. He just had to stop Scott from rambling about too many details. And not cringe at how much his own name showed up in his bibliography. It was unavoidable when talking about history but he's probably never gotten used to it...

It wasn't that he was not paying any attention to his students, after every well-constructed paragraph he looked up and even roamed the lecture hall a bit. REgretting allowing for more than one page whenever he passed Scott. As expected he really intended to use all three sheets of paper he prepared. 

"Anyone who's done can leave after leaving the paper on my desk, Major, you wait until everyone's done," Pix said some half an hour later, noticing some fidgeting from the back of the room.

No one complained that he told Scott to sit down, probably happy they didn't have to stay and could leave what little they wrote and prepare for their next class. Not even that he stopped Scott from trying to come up to his desk and collecting his three covered in neat handwriting pages himself. Broken leg treatment. Nothing more. 

The rest of the group finished soon after Scott did. Or gave up. Either way worked for Pix who could not help but sigh looking at the pile of paper. He didn't need to read Scott's to know he'd have the best mark. He probably wrote as much as the rest of the group combined.

"You need any help getting upstairs?" he asked pulling his chair to Scott. He was not making him walk more than he needed, Scott's next few weeks were going to be miserable enough. 

"Not now, my next classes are here," Scott shook his head, a tiny smile tugging at his lips. "So..."

"You can work on the first chapter but we'll need to cut some of the sub-chapters your content draft has, it's not necessary to include for the topic," Pix shook his head. "We'll talk about it later."

"About that... is there a chance we could meet an hour earlier? I'm just sitting downstairs waiting... it's fine if we don't..." Scott asked, quickly shaking his head as Pix froze. 

"We can...I have consultations before that... you can sit in my office the whole hour, I'll drive you back, don't worry it's broken leg treatment, nothing else," Pix shook his head. already planning a chat with Lizzie. She should not mind Pix moving Scott's class earlier. "Liz... The dean should not be against me arranging it so we meet earlier and both go home earlier," he added, helping Scott pack himself and get up. He couldn't just leave the students in the hall no matter what. 

But he could scold the rest of the group into freeing a nearby seat so Scott could sit down close to the door. And he could just barge into Lizzie's office. 

"Hello Pix," she greeted him cheerfully. "I saw you drove your boyfriend over for a change, good, I was planning to scold you for being a bad boyfriend," she grinned, as soon as the door slammed closed behind him. Stunning him like he's never been stunned.

"What... I don't..." Pix tried protesting but there was no saving the situation.

"Don't worry, I don't mind, I know you and I know you won't give him any special treatment. It was cute seeing you two pretend though. You have everyone else fooled. Congratulations," she nodded. "So, what brings you here?"

Pix sighed heavily to calm his racing heart. "You really don't mind me dating my student? One whose masters dissertation I'm overseeing?" he asked and she confirmed it with a grin. Damn Lizzie and her senses for romance stuff. "I'm here about that actually, kind of, is it fine if I see Scott during my consultations and go home earlier?" 

"Yes. I'm shocked it took you so long to ask," Lizzie chuckled. "To be young and in love," she sighed with another chuckle.

"I'm not that much younger... And it's not my fault all his group's classes are shoved into three days," Pix huffed. He never figured out if Scott was in the group that had a class before when he was supposed to have the dissertation class with his group that instantly shrunk just to Scott.

"Oh... Well, you can go to your classes, I'll deal with the switch," Lizzie sighed slightly before her usual demeanour was back. "And remember I don't mind."

"Yeah, but other people might," Pix tossed over his shoulder and left. At all not feeling like discussing his dating life.

Scott's day was luckily for his leg focused in one room. Even if the last class was that one literature elective everyone took for an easy mark. Not that Scott had any plan of settling on an easy mark and diligently took notes even if just being present was enough to pass. Just settling for easy was not his way of doing stuff.  Some people did ask him why he showed up with Pix so he explained that the professor just saw him struggling with the crutches and gave him a lift. Technically not a lie.

Somehow he managed to get through the day without raising any suspicions and settled on the couches by the door to wait. Pix texted him to wait there, something about the teacher's elevator. He didn't have to wait long before Pix walked down the stairs. Looking very handsome with his dark grey blazer tossed over his shoulders. Scott was happy he didn't have to suppress a dreamy sigh at the sight. He did hide his smile behind the long, loose sleeve of his sweater as Pix stopped by his seat.

"You really should have asked if I have time earlier sooner," Pix sighed, half-heartedly glaring at Scott. His arms crossed over his chest as he waited for Scott to collect and put away all his stuff. Joel let them out a little sooner since he was in a hurry to go to some seminar or something like that.

"I thought you were busy," Scott shrugged zipping his bag. Pix was nice enough to help him get up. No one seemed to be bothered considering Scott's leg. "Not that it matters much anymore," he added grinning as he followed Pix to the elevator usually reserved for the teachers and cases like Scott. People who could not take the stair, not easily at least.  

Pix stayed, not unusually, silent until he locked the door, but the heavy sigh he let out got Scott a bit worried. "Everything okay?" he asked as Pix helped him settle down. Ever the gentleman whenever they didn't have to hide.

"Dean knows, and gave me her blessing," Pix chuckled after sighing one more time. Falling to his knees next to Scott, resting his head on his knees. Scott could not resist running one hand through Pix's very soft hair. The dark brown, slightly curly locks were even softer than they looked to be. "I was freaking out the whole day that someone would say something.

As hesitant as Pix was initially, he was a great and invested boyfriend and cared a lot. And here Scott was, not telling him he broke his leg.

"That should be good, no? Means we'll be in less trouble if we get caught?" Scott wondered out loud, still playing with Pix's hair.

"It means she won't bat an eyelid if I drive you here every day, broken leg or no... not that everyone else would but..." Pix stopped. "It might be a bit forward but... would you like to move in with me? It's fine if..."

"I would love to, you idiot," Scott chuckled and would say more if there wasn't a knock on the door, prompting Pix to scramble to his feet.

Scott tried his best to not grin like an idiot in love as Pix opened the door. He mostly used a book to hide behind it while pretending to read. Pix had no way to hide how flustered he was. Luckily for them, the person knocking on the door was the dean herself. Lizzie. Smiling and cheerful.

"No kissing in the offices, that's where I draw the line," she said, making the two of them even more flustered.

"We weren't..." Pix protested weakly, retreating behind his desk. "Ignoring that,*cough* what brings you to my office?"

"Oh, yeah, you two can go home sooner and make put there," she grinned and left.

They sat in silence for what felt like a minute before Pix locked the door again and all but collapsed in his chair. "She's pure chaos," he groaned.

"At least she's fine with us," Scott grinned. "How about Friday?"

"What with Friday?"

"Me, moving in with you~" Scott giggled. He assumed the interruption flustered him more than he showed. Cute. "If you're okay with it. I will understand if it's too soon," he added and giggled at the glare Pix shot him.

"No, Friday's fine, unlike your content draft. There's too much," Pix chuckled shaking his head and moved to what they should be talking about. And even managed to convince Scott to cut some things out. He'd probably try sneaking them in but Pix was happy with this small victory.

#my stories #my stuff #empiresshipping #empires au #empires scott #empires pixl #weather husbands #empires smp #fanfiction

[the-firebird69]

Easy Rider - Intro - Born to be wild!

They said it's all worth it being waiters and so forth helping us to get food and things cuz he said it looks like a nice ride and a nice time and that was it and they're looking around having a great time. They're commenting on the bikes how the frame looks thick and then it looks thin and they know it's a hard knock kicker 5150 it's going to be very famous and people are going to want them and they're all going to build the Softail and it does have a lot around corners you have to be careful when you're going fast we'll go around a nice bend at 90 without too much trouble unless the road is a mess so it is all about what they're talking about it's a ride it's really about being a rebel and the motors have significance now they give up the watch is a bit much it's over the top and they're not really doing that style it's not their style their style is hard not kicker 5150 and it's saying not even but okay it's still over the top and the discovering something it's a way to see it and they said it's way too much and it really is and they couldn't seem to shake it but they're not good I think we have records to say they buy and make tons of these bikes a ridiculous number because whether they hate it or not it's information that comes to them but it's not like the watches if you're with the washer have it on all the time you get beat up but the bike in your office you're on the bike and you're off the bike the bike is somewhere else stuff like that it's out of sight out of mind with the watch is always on and our son says the watch is always on but with the max I guess you get a break if you're not in their face and they say it too it kind of works now this is going ahead and we needed it to and our son and daughter did a great job it's the birth of a revolution and it's on Harleys sort of no but it's on a son's bike and daughter's bike that they designed and we helped with and it's intense they know it too and it's part of the gig they have evil plans for hours but they kind of suck at it really bad but they have plans for their father and if they get the stuff it's going to be different it's a lot of stuff to get they're going to start this this Old McDonald's farm in westborough Massachusetts and that's where they are that's where Randall text Cobb was and he's missing they said they checked and he is missing and his wife's missing and she was nasty and mean and bigger and she didn't like her son now that's wrong so she is also entombed and in Italy of all places who would have thought Italy but that's why I might end up and they wouldn't have checked and they think that he was entombed somewhere in westborough and there are tombs and they're going to check and see if he's there

Thor Freya

I guess I've been collecting people and doing a lot of evil stuff it's very wrong and it's not working out and our friend says I'm on my own I can't deal with it anymore we need to have things my people need stuff too and I'm carrying on like we don't and I'm making like we don't too and I'm not doing stuff this isn't going to work if I'm not doing things he wants to do a bunch of stuff and I don't want to do anything and we're just sitting here screwing around with each other it was proven today and yeah it's hard and it's nasty and yelling and screaming at each other it didn't do anything for any of us and what happens to him he gets in the middle and somebody tries to help him just calm down and we saw it too this is poor girl two of them surrounded by us bothering them for an accident we planned bothering him it looks pitiful and I did something later is wrong and and I'm paying and it's awful it's painful

Tommy f

So don't do it and a whole lot of you started up again but really you're not busy and this would make you busy he says it's going to happen and Tommy F chiming in wants to look like he's changing his ways when he's probably up there at the bikes

Kenneth

We're going up there now if he's up there

Bja

Olympus

And my husband has a joke and I guess I'm jumping in and saying it. The guy's name is Peter Fonda and it doesn't make any sense until you look over to the side and you see Peter and that's the name of Brad that's his name too Peter and then it says Peter Fonda and says Peter is fond of Peter Fonda and it's kind of how he is it's a little odd but bja is riding and it's his father and it means that too and Peter Fonda is fond of Peter so it's a little bit weird cuz they're talking about their weiner and it means weapon or gun and they really have to get one and a bigger one and a better one that's where the writing too and what the right is about is to find these big guns and it's not the low desert but it's close by no that's that's where they're going but they're trying to take over Harley-Davidson again and it's after Trump sells which is already done and it also going to go up to Massachusetts and we believe it's tomorrow and they're going to use the Golden corral as the method which is stupid it doesn't do anything it's just like meeting there and like horrible idiot stuff to do but it's going to be fun and it's going to be something to do and it's going to light it all up and we really need it this is a doldrum even though things are happening

Hera

They're going to start doing stuff and be less s***** right now they're building a crematorium and that's pretty much what they're up to

Duke nukem Blockbuster

So you said to him why don't you cut the s*** and go over and do your real job and build that for yourselves they looked over as a crematorium and they said you're kidding this is what we're doing and it is and Tommy F pointed it out and he means it but that's what it really is

Frank Castle hardcastle

We can't wait until someone climbs that mountain they're still trying to get there they're competing and it's going to be a hell of a time there's a bunch of Latin Americans who want to do it and Spaniards and yeah his grandpa from Spain is going out there he says it can do it his grandson says 8 miles is way too far for me to walk especially uphill you have to carry a lot of oxygen and he says wow that's going to be heavy it's true too you have to decide whether the litter or not he says I've had enough of this s*** and shut up he's going to take care of the wraith up the hill so you said okay it would have to be outfitted specially but no shut up. It's going to be fun you're going to attract a lot of attention if you go down there plus it looks like you get kidnapped by Billy or other. As far as says I have to do this now but it doesn't look like someone else in my body you have to get me out it says great that's my job to sign your kids to try and join up in Europe and make rescue rangers they love that stuff it's like nato in the UN I'm going to do that inform it cuz this is ridiculous that was Salazar and he's there too but this is going to be great it's going to work

Thor Freya

Having said something for a long time but we did help with the z tire and really the thing is great and it works and he's surprised he really is but he did a lot of work too afterwards cuz it wasn't doing anything he got mad he said this is me on my bike with my tires and they won't have the original tires for his but they have to they say and they're about the same size they need to be shrunken down somehow so I was wondering how the hell do you do that and it says you kind of melt them in a mold how the hell that's done I suppose you spin it and he says wow that's interesting so they know how to do it some people and they're going to try and do that so they're going to get to it and they're going to get to it right behind the bike at full price now I helped with this project and it was really good and it went on very well we're getting to work now and they're right we have to hire them and we took the job and it's to hire our people. These things help and they're very interesting and they work and it shows we're working with the hero of ours and these people took to it and for Christ's sake of doing it again and a big way and they put that company up and they want us to piggyback and make the cars and we're going to help and we're going to do it and they decide what parts go in and they're going to make the Vader which is evil but it works and on the firebird and it will start that process and real plantons

I'm very pleased with what happened this is much better and it's working and he's pushing all sorts of buttons and Thor and Freya were overworked and he said to them you're overworked and to others and finally we're getting help we are overworked and we have different culture and we need people to come to us

Zig Zag

It's a joy and a pleasure to go there you have some trepidation and severe and they want that but really it's great it's like going to the mountain and to talk to greatness and you go there and dress from appropriately with what you're going to say ready and it makes a big difference they used to respecting each other because of each other's power we need to show them respect and we need to show them that we care and that they're loved for what they're doing and they need to get it out and they need help doing that a lot of us have some maniacs systems and you can use them but you get to let him know you're doing it after LOL

Zues and Hera

We have a lot to say about that about that but will let you guys know when you try that kind of stuff

Thor Freya

Olympus so he shows his humongously muscular bear approaching Thor his gigantic and yeah that's kind of what it's like

#Youtube

[ichchasharma-alevel-media]

EdITING dAY 2

SOUNdS ANd COLOURS

We went on to start with colour grading as I already had in mind what colours and tints we will be using.

Each scene was shot in the correct lighting and matched its mood thus we only had to enhance most of the stuff. The first half was in a yellowish orange tint as I opted for a warm colour since the mental illness had not hit her with full force and there was still a little bit of comfort and bliss.

As things process this shade keeps getting darker until it reaches the last scenes where we used the lights with red gelatin paper. Thus this shows a gradual progression of things getting darker and more red- an indicator of caution and danger becoming more prominent.

The office scenes also used a more bluish-green cool tone to show detachment since Jay started with being cold and annoyed to his sister. He has also lived a rather harsh life with the high dependency of his sister on him.

One of the flashbacks used a dark pinkish tint, while she was sobbing. From my director's POV I thought this color symbolised nostalgia and longing for what her life could have been had she not had such neglecting parents. The next flashback had a very greyish dull tint correctly symbolizing depressive flashback. I also really wanted a sepia vintage filter which correctly labels these scenes as from the past.

The film was now missing one extremely important thing- sound. Without the correct haunting music or romantic one so many scenes feel incomplete and can be interpreted differently. Since putting music is also a time taking task we had already made a list of what kind of sound tracks we needed. This was all non-diagetic music which we were going to be downloading from the web.

This is the background music we used. It is long enough, that we could select parts of the soundtrack for different areas. As the director sound is also soft so that it does not interfere with the dialogues, but visible enough to make its haunting presence known and therefore thought that it works.

This soundtrack had its 'bam' and very abrupt cresendos which were needed for different scenes like when Samaira suddenly gets up. There's no dialogue here and I wanted the sound to take the front seat and hold greater significance here thus this was a very loud sound track.

The scene where she texts her brother, needed chat bubbles to be edited on, which we would put the next day.

The next soundtrack we used was one that I personally really wanted. The instrumental intro of the song 'lovely by Billie Eilish' We needed a soundtrack that fit well for a scene where she was grieving and where she was exhausted with life since the same audio will carry forward to the next flashback. This song was both heartbreaking and was able to pull off the feeling of emptiness. This sound was matched with the next audio for the build up. One of the flashbacks , the depression one, needed a clock as water mark to show passing by of time. This we would edit and put the next day.

For the next scene something slightly dramatic was needed for this as it is finally the haunting presence can finally be seen. It is a significant scene and thus the previous song 'lovely' and this audio had a very eerie build up which matched the visuals. I also wanted the build up to end with abruptly because Samaira has a very soft but important dialogue, when she speaks to the shadow. Since the sounds here slightly over lapped each other a little bit of sound mixing. This scene was a confirmation of her accepting fate and needed to be emphasised and so we decided not to have any audio when she starts talking. Thus this audio made sense.

Apart from soundtracks we needed small audios for a lot of things like pouring water, footsteps etc. For this we could use either foleys or downloaded music, I started making a list of all the different areas of the scene we would require a foley for, to get ready to put them the next day

After this we went on to put in the title and credit slides. After searching it seemed like a good idea to add the title on the black screen after she shuts her drapes, this could then cut to her pulling the kettle which also started with a black screen and made sense. From the director's POV when Samaira shut the drapes was a kind of symbolism to her start to shutting down the outside world and reality. It seemed fitting to remind the audience of the title at this point. We already knew what our film name was going to be- the important part at this point was the formatting. We stuck wit a black screen since it easily got connected to the next scene's black screen. Another reason as the director was that since we decided to write Saaya in white over a complete black screen it gave off the effect of something being tainted- in this case Samaira's soul. Its like Samaira's logic and any thing good represented by the white font had gotten over powered and submerged in the wholly black background.

The font style we used was bold and slightly chalky. This gave a ragged feel and looked good. I also wanted a small phase under the title. I created a few options and sent them to discuss it with the group.

We finally decided on- A dark destiny. As the director my thought process was since Samaira was fighting an internal war with her demons. A war she thought was inevitable. It was like her 'destiny'.

We put the credits in the end and got a little creative with it. The last scene was when Samaira stabs herself and Jay immediately screams her name. We carry forwarded the audio of him screaming on the credits.

#Youtube

[bts-weverse-trans]

201127 Weverse Magazine ‘BE’ Comeback Interview - Jungkook

Jung Kook: “I hope this feeling never fades” BTS BE comeback interview 2020.11.27

I had a chance to interview BTS before, when they debuted. During that interview, Jung Kook had one small habit; when I met him again a while later, he had corrected it. He makes a conscious effort to change himself. And after seven years, I met Jung Kook again.

You directed the music video for “Life Goes On,” BE’s title song. Jung Kook: I was really eager to direct the music video from the outset. My plan was to organize the synopsis, discuss it with the  music video director I was working with, shoot and edit them, but we were short on time. So I worked on it while sharing ideas with the director. Originally there were a lot of scenes with lip synching in them, but we took some of them out and put in more scenes that conveyed the members’ emotions better. It wasn’t easy to combine scenes, but I think now I know more about how much of everything is needed when shooting a music video.

You had shot the Golden Closet Films and uploaded them to the BTS YouTube channel, and now you shot a music video. Jung Kook: Once we were on location, we had directions for everything we needed to shoot prepared in advance, so I took candid shots of the members here and there with a camera during the shoot. We were filming in a beautiful place so when they asked me to take pictures of them as they wanted to be presented, I did.

What kind of pictures did you take of yourself? Jung Kook: I was just, in them. (laughs) I’m not in the shot for the Golden Closet Films either. I kind of take a back seat. The director had to shoot my parts for the music video, since I couldn’t film myself, so I relaxed a bit. I tried to make the other members look really good when I recorded them. Since this was a BTS music video and not my own, I wanted to show what was happening with every member and the team, not just one individual’s thoughts. Each person who watches the video might feel different, but I wanted to show that we feel what other people feel, that we’re in the same situation.

You get your picture taken a lot, but you don’t pay much attention to the ones you’re in. Jung Kook: I never really liked having my picture taken. (laughs) And I’m usually with the others when we’re working, obviously, but it’s hard to take a camera and take selfies. So I take pictures and videos of the other members every chance I get.

Do you still find it difficult to have your picture taken? Jung Kook: I put my best face forward when it’s for something I have to do, like  for photo books, but it’s still not easy. Videos are okay, though. And even though I’m not nervous at all when I sing in front of tens of thousands of people, if I have to sing or talk in front of a small group, I get super nervous. I never feel that way on stage, but maybe I have a hard time doing things that are a little bit awkward for me.

It seems like you draw a distinction between work you enjoy and work you find difficult. Jung Kook: Work related to music, like recording, composing, writing lyrics, filming music videos and things like that, are all fine. But anything outside of that is probably a challenge for me.

On BE, you each explained your feelings about work in the song “Dis-ease.” You must have experienced a cycle of enjoyable and difficult work over seven years, so how did you get through the hard times? Jung Kook: I actually understand my own problems well, so most of the time it’s okay. I can figure things out one at a time through experience instead of just looking for answers. I’m always growing and my personality changes, depending on my environment. I think I’ve learned to do things I used to find difficult by experiencing it little by little.

Speaking of growth, “Skit” was very memorable. You recorded it the day after “Dynamite” reached number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and you, who talked about what you did before you became trainees in “Skit” in your debut album,talked about being first place on the Billboard Hot 100 this time around. Jung Kook: When I was a trainee, I saw the older members rapping and thought, “Wow, they’re so cool!” But now, after having spent everyday together, I’ve forgotten about all that. (laughs) Sometimes I see the lyrics they wrote, see them dancing and hearing the things they say on stage, and think, “Oh, right. That is the kind of person they are. They’re a lot different now.” You know how you don’t feel it when you live with your family, but if you can’t see them for a long time, you miss them. You might even cry. We’re a real family. Like, legit! (laughs)

Your “legit family” (laughs) each put their own songs on BE and came up with units spontaneously. What was it like making the album that way? Jung Kook: We talked with the company over the outline of the album and organized our ideas together. That was our process for making songs. Then we’d listen to them together, and if we thought they weren’t great, we’d go back and work on them some more. The members would get together and say, “Hey, how about so and so do a unit song this time?” or, “What should it be about?” and share a lot of ideas that way.

How did the others respond to your song, “Stay”? Jung Kook: That song was originally meant to be on my mixtape. We planned to put a different song on the album, but after V heard it, he said, “This song that Jung Kook wrote is really good,” and then the other members all listened, said it was better than the other one, and somehow (laughs) “Stay” made it into the album. The message for the other song was also, “Even though we’re far apart, stay just where you are.” I wrote my song with the same theme so I loved that it was included in BE. At first, I wanted to talk about how we’re always together, using the English word “wherever.” I wanted to express how we’re always together no matter where we are, but Namjoon heard that and said “Stay” might be better. I liked his suggestion, so I changed it. He really helped me to organize my thoughts, since I’m not always good at writing everything I want to express.

One might go as far as to say the lyrics sound heartbreaking, but it’s arranged in EDM. Jung Kook: We imagined we were performing for the fans while we made it, jumping up and down with them.

It sounds like you really miss your fans. Jung Kook: This album really hit us in a different way, with this situation being what it is. Because the world is struggling with COVID-19, we have to keep our heads up and convey our messages to our fans.

What can your fans expect from you when you finally meet again? Jung Kook: There’s nothing specific, but when I watched our old performances, my facial expressions were awkward and my dance moves weren’t always perfect. I keep working to improve myself, so I hope   when the fans see me, they think my performance is amazing and that my aura fills the stage.

Are you happy with how you look in your latest work? Jung Kook: I’m not 100% satisfied, no. When we did performances for “Dynamite” recently I kept seeing my imperfections.

Your acting in the intro to your “Dynamite” performance was really impressive. Even in COVID-19 times, you captured a feeling of liveliness and being cool, as though to explain what the song is all about. Jung Kook: Actually, on the first day of filming the music video, I was supposed to film my parts first, but I was so bad that it had to be pushed to the end of the shoot. So,I was a bit more relaxed when the camera rolled.

So that’s what you get when you’re relaxed! (laughs) Jung Kook: Yes, I relaxed, and something went “pop!” and “boom!” inside me, and then I did it however I wanted. (laughs)

It’s fascinating how someone who performs the way you do during stadium tours can feel nervous while filming and yet still do so well in it. Jung Kook: I can be a shy person. When people used to ask me to sing, I couldn’t always do it—like in front of adults or teachers. And I’m still a bit like that. If I start thinking, “Oh, I can’t do this,” then I really end up not being able to do it. Even when I could have done well.

Why do you think that is? Jung Kook: I feel the same way about my dancing and my singing, and I can’t compose a really amazing melody either. I feel like I’m always somewhere in the middle. But then I also think I have my own colors, so I like to quietly, slowly open up to people, and let them know what kind of person I am. Yeah, something like that. (laughs)

But, when you review your songs and performances objectively, you see all of your changes, don’t you? Jung Kook: There’s a lot of change. My voice has changed a lot; I grew taller and my frame and facial structure have changed, too. I could tell how awkward I looked at the beginning, but after a while, I think, “My gestures look better now, but I feel like my dance is too rigid.” And again after a while, “Now my dance is fine and my gestures are good, but I’m making awkward facial expressions.” And later, I say, “Now I got the facial expressions down, but, hmm, there’s no killer move.” (laughs) That’s how I slowly changed. And then my actions, thoughts, dreams, goals, what I value, what I want to do—all these things will change depending on the situation.

You had some changes in BE, too. Throughout “Life Goes On,” you lightly carry your voice and tone throughout the whole song, like they’re flowing. Jung Kook: Right. I think that’s very important. My general feeling was my voice should be woven into the song, rather than bringing out my individual voice. The lyrics say the world stopped, but I can’t keep on being sad, and life continues and flows on. I wanted to mix a little bit of my own colors into that complex, subtle sadness. I listened to how the other members recorded their parts for the song, and I sang while thinking about how I could do it in a way that it would all blend together well. I kept changing my voice exploring how to make it sound better, cleaner. I kept trying new things while I was recording, performing, and practicing.

When you look back after all that change, don’t you feel like you accomplished a lot? Jung Kook: I don’t really pay attention to things that have already happened. I think more about what it is I need right now, so I rarely think, “I got a lot better from how I used to be,” or, “I did a good job.”

You sound insatiable, in a good way. Jung Kook: Yes. This is how I want to keep living, and I hope this feeling never fades.

You’ve found immense success with BTS. What makes you want to keep doing more and keep improving yourself? Jung Kook: I want to show people who I am: how I talk, how I act, how I sing, and so on. And after that, I want to be acknowledged for doing what I like to do, and for people to see what an amazing guy I am. I want to do these things step by step. I want to be appreciated as Jung Kook, as the real me.

What do you think is the source of that energy—the energy to keep proving yourself, even though you’ve already achieved so much with BTS? Jung Kook: I think my heart’s telling me to. BTS was able to climb this high thanks to the group members, the company and our fans. But there’s always the question of whether I could receive that kind of recognition by myself, so I have this feeling of wanting to throw myself at some challenge alone. There’s a lot I want to do, and a lot I want to achieve.

By gradually improving yourself, what kind of person would you ideally want to become? Jung Kook: A person who’s crazy awesome in their field. (laughs) Those kinds of people look cool even when they do something different. I still have a long way to go. I feel like I could be more captivating and draw more out of people by improving any number of things, by trying hard to be confident about my singing, or the way I dance and perform. BTS is way more important and meaningful to me than I am to myself, so I’m not saying I want to do anything alone. But I hope I get to the point where I can perform alone for three or four hours in a venue full of people.

It’s clear that your job, music, is very important to you. Jung Kook: I must never let it go. That’s what I always think. I have to keep it close to me, even if I get bored, or I don’t want to hear it, or it feels like a hassle. I want to keep on making music. It may be a long ways down the road, but I want to prove myself with my music.

You said before that your MBTI is ISFP, so I looked it up. Obviously, MBTI can’t sum up a person perfectly, but it says ISFPs tend to be “curious artists.” Your answer reminds me of that. Jung Kook: That sounds about right. I looked up the personality traits for ISFP too, and it was interesting. (laughs)

Maybe that’s the reason you set your goals so high. You seem like you have high standards and want to keep growing. Jung Kook: It’s like a foggy mountain top. (laughs) I can’t even see it yet.

You’ve been climbing for seven years, staying curious. Is there anything you want to say to the people who have been watching you all this time? Jung Kook: Umm … Well, there are seven of us, and the seven of us keep running ahead. So it’s possible we could get tired, one by one, and drop out, right? But if more people join us, one by one, and run with us, we can support each other and pull each other up if someone falls down. That’s kind of how I feel. There are people who supported us from the beginning who have been watching us the whole time since, and because of them our follower count keeps going up, and they all keep us on track. So the only thing I can say is—thank you. We were nothing special, really (laughs) but they keep on liking us and supporting us, and the best way we can repay them is to give them our all through our music and our performances. They push me to work hard, even on things I find difficult. (laughs) I’m eternally grateful.

Just like in the last line of “Stay.” Jung Kook: “We are together.”

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[hatchetfieldtheories]

Nightmare Time Season 2 - What do the Cryptic Clues mean?

Just over a week ago, things were vaguely normal. Work was busy, I was tired, and this blog posted either a normal or ridiculous theory every now and then while I waited for life to settle down a bit again.

Then a blue N appeared.

And well, you have all witnessed the carnage that followed.

So we have spent a week piecing together the clues, blaming the bees, having meltdowns over green As, and working out timezone differences. Now we have a complete jigsaw puzzle giving us a whole bunch of clues. Layers upon layers of clues.

So my thoughts are below. They're very loose and speculative at the moment, but that's the fun of it! Last time I did a theory like this was before Nightmare Time Season 1 and I was pretty bad at it - so you know... I can only go up!

The Clues:

1 - Blue

Pictures: Bee and honeycomb; old barn or pot farm; boat on a lake; birds; honey

Phrases: Honey Queen; Perky’s Buds

This is the row that I think is giving us two different storylines, “Honey Queen” and “Perky’s Buds”.

Honey Queen - as a few people have mentioned is likely a reference to the Hatchetfield Honey Festival. Now when I hear the phrase Honey Queen, I imagine something similar to a May Queen, who is a girl picked to front a May Day parade. But this is Nightmare Time, so I also immediately thought of something similar to Carrie happening - though maybe with bees, or honey? I also think the boat relates here, and will link us to the Monroes somehow.

Perky’s Buds - I think this has a double meaning. Obviously it’s likely a reference to Emma’s pot farm, and is a FANTASTIC name for such. But I also think its going to mean Emma is going to meet some - not very pleasant characters. Now remember, Blinky is always watching, and has feathered sniggles. I think the birds in the image are Blinky watching what Emma is up to - they become her “buds” - though she isn’t happy about it.

2 - Green

Pictures: Woodcutting axe; canoe on a lake; cabins in woods; roasting marshmallows on a campfire; leather work

Phrases: Abstinence Camp

Oh, Abstinence Camp - this is the one most people seem most excited for as I’m sure we’re all seeing that possible connection to our longed for Nerdy Prudes. Abstinence Camp makes me think of typical teen slasher movies of the mostly 90s, but 70s and 80s also. Plus the axe is likely a reference to the one character I have been waiting for for SO long - Lumber-Axe the Mad Woodsman. Is he the killer in the woods killing off the horny young adults? There is also the leather work image, which I reverse searched to try and get a better image of it and found the original image, but it didn’t tell me much more than “leather work”.

However it is also important to note the canoe on the lake, considering Deb’s family own a lakehouse, which is where the infamous party during Watcher World takes place.

3 - Purple

Pictures: Musician on a stage; sewer or portal; jukebox; wedding rings; diner

Phrases: Killer Track Daddy

Yes, hello, please be about Miss Holloway. I don’t have much to say on the name, Killer Track Daddy, except I think again we’re getting a double meaning. Killer as in death, sure, but also Killer in the same way Bill S Preston Esquire and Ted Theodore Logan might say it. Which is why I am getting the 80s vibes from this and immediately going to Miss Holloway.

There is the theory that Miss Holloway was a star in the 80s (Tiffany) and has time travelled to now. Maybe the sewer is related to that time travel. The wedding rings are interesting, and @donteatthefishtacos mentioned the idea that Miss H and Wilbur Cross clearly have a long history - make of that what you will.

4 - Red

Pictures: A scantron exam sheet; lockers; a roller disco; fire; an arcade machine

Phrases: Yellow Jacket

This is the one that makes me scratch my head the most. We're obviously in a high school, though do teens still roller disco? Teens, please let me know. So maybe this could also be set in a different time period. I mentioned that when I read Yellow Jacket my mind immediately went to a varsity jacket, because I am british and my only knowledge of american high schools is Saved by the Bell and Mean Girls. I'm assuming its an accurate representation.

Now I know by the video Matt posted we've seen Hatcherfield's school colours, but I still think there's gonna be something in the varsity jacket idea. Plus, yellow - tinky - time travel. Which would explain the roller rink.

The fire makes me think something might have burnt down, like the roller rink. And maybe something was built on top of it? Like the Starlight. The arcade machine however? Maybe we'll see Pizza Petes in more than one story, but one of the stories will just be a background storyline, like in Black Friday - and then we learn about the real horrors of Pizza Petes in another story.

5 - Magic Letters

Nibbly Must Eat

Its very possible this is its own story, in which case - NIBBLY!!!!

With the image Dylan posted of Nick with a pretzel surrounded by game machines, I am indeed getting FNAF vibes, and god love us if Nibbly is haunting a pizza place.

I also saw this post by @themystifier about how Pizza Pete might be similar to Uncle Wiley, but like. What if he is Uncle Wiley. What if this is another Wilbur part? We see him as Uncle Wiley, we see him as the Wiggly delivery man, we hear him as the announcer at Watcher World. So what if this is another role?

6 - The Vertices

The Monarch is Now Vexed

I fully anticipate a new Being who is the parent of the LiB and Webby. They're Lords, but this is a Monarch.

I've also decided the Monarch is Nick, as his only part in the Nightmare Time intro is during “Daddy's Gonna Get Ya.”

Some other interesting theories (not anywhere near all the ones I wanted to include - anything I have reblogged I have loved, but these are just some notable ones I found)

Odd One Out @sidekickajustim

Gemini Home Entertainment Vibes @vaguely-functional-directions and @ifduckislordthenheavenisapond

Honey Queen Melissa @infected-hive

Post By Post Breakdown @awigglycultist

#starkid #team starkid #hatchetfield #nightmare time #nmt2 #hatchetfield theories

[zorelle]

En la ciudad de la Furia

En la ciudad de la furia (In the City of Fury) is a rock song made by the argentinean band Soda Stereo. This is a band I would parallel to, like, The Beatles, in the english speaking world. They were BIG is what I mean. In style tho, they would be closer to The Cure (extremely affectionate).

That Destiel shot

This song, to me, is THE SONG made for our glorious encounter with Castiel Angel of The Lord. Long before he becomes Cas our best friend, silly lil nerdy dude Cas. The vibe of the song comes with this awe for the character that is Castiel, never stronger than at first glanze, the moment we meet him.

So to place it specifically... To our and Dean's perspective, this is a song about Lazarus Rising.

We get that AMAZING intro scene in the barn and we know this character is THE SHIT. Cool cool cool cool nodoubt nodoubt nodoubt then Dean, shitting his pants, goes for the killing (?? Dean pls) and this creature not only doesn't die, doesn't hurt, he kinda SMILES? The fierceness, the tranquility, Dean has never met anything THAT powerful.

So this song carries that in the lyrics and the arrangement (imo). The coolness, the fascination and fear produced by the badassery, the sexyness and calm of this winged powerful figure.

BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE. I don't think this song applies to that moment exclusively, it speaks to you about season 4, 6, 8, 10, it gives you Castiel's character development, his traits and challenges, it winks at things that keep on happening for a decade. But it very much sings to you about Castiel, it´s a Cas song, it's about the angel on earth experience.

Those Destiel Lyrics

You will see me fly by the City of Fury where nobody knows about me and I am a part of them all.

Nothing's going to change with a "curve-ahead" warning. In their faces, I see the fear. No more Fables, in the city of fury.

You will se me dive like a bird of prey. You will see me fall on empty terraces

(Right? right? and then get this, this is sexy)

I'll undress myself by the streets of blue I shall take refuge before everyone awakens

You'll let me sleep until dawn between your legs, between your legs you'll know how to hide yourself and then dissappear into the fog, into the mist

A winged man... misses the ground.

Tell me that doesn't give you early ferocious theywerefucking destiel vibes, like the song just has it. That's the dynamic, but that's also what makes this Icarus figure miss earth, the earthly desire, the intimacy, the falling asleep for a brief moment, tangled in human legs, in the warmth of their skin. Angels are wavelengths, your atraction can't be carnal or emotional if you're not participating in the human (or earthling) experience. Cas is some sort of conscious intentional light, but the conflict we see him face is how his semi-human experience makes him owner of that intention, this way.

Then it has a bit of maybe Godstiel / season 6 that also rings about the complicated relationship Castiel sustains with heaven as an Icarus of sorts:

With the light of the Sun, my wings melt Only in the darkness I find what binds me to the City of Fury

About his choosing of the darkness...depending of the day I give it the more elaborated meaning of darkness as leaving heaven, his family of Multi-Dimensional Wavelengths Of Celestial Intent, stepping away from the powerplay and choosing humanity and the dark fight on earth, or the easy meaning of darkness as the night and what happens at night. With Dean. Then there´s the awful third option, like word for word "when you allow yourself to be happy and let the sun shine on your face..." asjldakffjkhlkj ok bye.

Skipping ahead, a bit that prophesies of Castiel's falling, and the falling of Heaven's structure:

You will see me fall Like a wild arrow You will see me fall amongst shooting flights

Now here's my favourite part: The song's structure has these phrases that keep coming back, one is about "the winged man" and the two times it's mentioned he shares a picture of himself in the third person: A winged man nostalgic of the ground, and then a winged man who prefers the night (the mud, the hunt even). The other phrase will make you mentally scream as it opens almost every verse and it looks you straight in the eyes, from the get go involving you, the spectator, the lover, the one on the ground, it tells you about what you´ll see him do, what you´ll see of him, although he knows there´s no use in a warning, this will happen either way. The phrase repeats itself around three moments, more like three actions and those are

Me verás volar ... Me verás caer ... Me verás volver. You will see me fly ... You will see me fall... You will see me back.

Fly, fall, come back. That´s Cas. That´s Castiel. And the song closes on that note: you will see me back. You'll see me come back.

About the song

The delusion would be such if this song were released around 2010-2015, right? everyone here would be sure Soda Stereo were all hellers, Gustavo Cerati (singer, songwriter, composer, beloved) would've had his inbox filled with fanart and questions (not only because of this one, too, there are a LOT of songs to claim for the Desticule, we'll get to those).

But no, the song is from 1988. It was built around a guitar riff that Cerati had made up at the age of 14 (!!). In Cerati´s words when they began to write it and play with it he also took inspiration from a character he made up and used to draw in his childhood, a sort of medieval superfighter, a terrestrial Icarus. He was into it. (x x)

Gustavo dressed as a super hero (1966) picture taken by his uncle. LISTEN DON´T GET ME STARTED ON CERATI HE WAS SUCH AN ICON but this post is already so long. (x)

As for the song´s original/intentional meaning, it was written about Buenos Aires, THE city of Fury, it tells you about this unhinged sensation that bled through the city and the country, with Argentina in the 80´s experiencing hyperinflation and just out of its last dictatorship (1976-1983). In a very rough political landscape in Argentina, Chile and across Latinoamérica there's this urban dread that makes the name catch: Urban Latinoamérica IS the city of Fury, a population and a place lost to their governments, after being severely repressed, dancing in a space of incertainty and rage and madness and fierceness, processing the violence they´d been subject to at the same time as the recently reclaimed freedom and all it's possibilites, in a world that pressures everyone to catch on, keep up, adapt, get in the competition. The only verse I´d miss before expresses it better:

Buenos Aires appears so susceptible It´s the destiny of fury It´s what remains in their faces.

The Icarus figure performs as young doomed Latinoamérica, the souls that are ready to take in the task of living and flying through this chaotic space, defyingly looking into the eyes of the metropolis, dancing with the madness of it without getting caught, hiding from a structure that binds them and choosing themselves at their most honest, truest form, only available when the city sleeps and the streets are empty and the sky feels limitless. It´s not only an "Oh to be young", it´s an "Oh, to be young while your society falls apart", it´s like a gothic anthem to life, youth and dread in the space and experience of late capitalism.

That´s the last mirror that I felt towards my beloved Cas. There´s a rage and a power and a dance to be held while the structure around you succumbs. He feels by spn canon narrative as tamed and gullible in the end bc he fucks up so frequently, but that agency of chaotic outcomes against an outter fource constantly hitting you to the ground is what helps deconstruct a world that is intrinsecally flaud at its structure, the fuck up is neccesary, it's a part of the dance and the resilience, the learning, the building of your own trust that ignites real change and it starts with something like this, a powerful energy that changes the game, that seduces the leads, that keeps itself liminal and you'll see it rise, fall, dive to the ground, hide in the mist, touch your core and keeps you as witness of their return.

This is the first of my Destiel el Español playlist rants, I will NOT review them all but the most Iconic ones. I think. Anyways this was something else, I would be very surprised if any other song has as much meat as this one, although all of Destiel feels so very cerati coded and telenovelero so we'll see.

That´s it for now, my heller friends and latinenatural vibrs. I hope you enjoy it. 👐🏾✨

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