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maya-matlin · 3 months

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More Degrassi asks for whenever you want to answer! 1. Three or four unpopular Degrassi opinions - the more unpopular, the better! 2. Two or three Degrassi couples most fans really like who you're meh or ugh about 3. Two or three Degrassi couples most fans don't like much who you love (spoiler alert: my answer for this one would be Jenna/Connor...please don't hate me! The underwear thing was a horrific choice by the writers, but otherwise I love both lof them individually and together so much. It's so lovely to see someone 'on the spectrum' in a loving romantic relationship, and imo he is actually who she needs and deserves after KC!) 4. Your top seven female Degrassi characters? 5. Your top seven male Degrassi characters? 6. If you could choose to bring just three Degrassi characters back from the dead, who would they be?! Enjoy - I can't wait to see your answers...and feel fere to mock me for loving Jonnor ;)

Thank you for the asks!

Unpopular opinions:

1.) While I don't ship Spinner and Emma, their marriage is far from the worst thing Degrassi ever did. The timing made it all very questionable, but it seemed like Spinner and Emma found each other at just the right time. If not for the marriage itself, I don't think most would have such a big problem with them ending up together. Even though Emma's relationship with Sean was far more popular, in a lot of ways I actually think Emma and Spinner were more compatible. Maybe not for most of their run on Degrassi, but definitely during their last four seasons or so. If there's ever a reboot and those three characters return, I don't want to see Sean and Emma ending up together unless the writing can justify it. But based on how their relationship was written during season 6, I doubt they could.

2.) The definition of suicide is the act or instance of taking one's own life voluntarily and intentionally. Therefore, Zig couldn't have murdered Cam and bears no culpability in his death. This shouldn't be an unpopular opinion, but I still hear this ignorance on a monthly basis. It's been almost eleven years. This is ridiculous.

3.) Nine times out of ten, Ashley is correct and 100% in the right. It's just that many fans find her boring and she's consistently pitted against more popular characters played by more charismatic actors (Craig, Jimmy, Manny, Paige). This includes but isn't limited to Ashley dumping Jimmy because he was being passive aggressive and admitted to only considering her attractive on the inside as well as wanting to record and pursue music independently of Jimmy.

4.) Even though I prefer Drianca, the Clare/Drew relationship was one of the best written and executed ships during the later seasons. The writers did a fantastic job building up their feelings for each other and showing how they balanced each other out. It was a complete copout to drop their relationship entirely just so that Clare could end up with her slut shaming, misogynistic, emotionally abusive, overrated ex.

Popular couples I don't ship:

1.) Miles/Lola (They fucked once while his boyfriend was in a coma. Lola's whole thing was not wanting to be someone's second choice. Miles did the same "You're the only one that understands me" song and dance with four different love interests)

2.) Eli/Clare (See my fourth unpopular opinion or just watch seasons 10-14)

3.) Cam/Maya (They're sweet for what they are and I loved Maya's arc, but overall it was a very brief relationship that left Maya with a lot of trauma and negative feelings towards Cam. Also, Zaya was right there. That made it impossible to invest in them)

Unpopular couples I ship:

1.) Clare/Drew (once again, see unpopular opinion #4)

2.) Dave/Alli (Dave was actually a good character and deserves twice as much nostalgia and appreciation as Johnny DiMarco gets for doing the bare minimum. No, they weren't perfect, but Dave unlike most Degrassi cheaters put in the work and effort to win back his ex's trust. I think they loved each other. The timing was just wrong and to be honest, they probably weren't meant to be)

3.) Tristan/Miles (To be honest, I'm currently having some complicated feelings about these two due to being in the middle of a Next Class rewatch and being forced to realize the biphobia was even worse than I'd remembered. But, the simple fact I still technically ship them and the response to admitting you do in the present day is frothing at the mouth and shame means they should be included. For what it's worth, I liked them in season 13, enjoyed the potential in 14, and have positive memories of their second relationship)

Nooooo! Jonnor is amazing! They're one of the sweetest, purest couples on Degrassi. Connor struggled to understand social norms and handled his hormones in a questionable way, but he also didn't have the guidance at the time to figure that out. He left Degrassi to get a grasp on that, so I think it's forgivable. We see during Connor's relationship with Jenna that he's learned a lot and is overall a very respectful, considerate boyfriend to Jenna. I also strongly agree that Jenna deserved better than KC.

Top 7 female characters:

1.) Manny Santos

2.) Maya Matlin

3.) Alex Nunez

4.) Liberty Van Zandt

5.) Bianca DeSousa

6.) Paige Michalchuk

7.) Fiona Coyne

Top 7 male characters:

1.) Zig Novak (I don't even care)

2.) Spinner Mason

3.) Sean Cameron

4.) Marco Del Rossi

5.) JT Yorke

6.) Jay Hogart

7.) Mike Dallas

Three dead characters to bring back:

It kind of has to be JT, Cam and Adam. I wouldn't bring back Craig's dad or Rick. Part of me wants to bring back Wheels's parents from the original series, though.

#the-stelena-and-mondler-diaries #Long post #suicide tw

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velvethopewrites · 1 year

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I posted 4,780 times in 2022

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I tagged 4,756 of my posts in 2022

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#like you’re sitting in front of a fire with hot cocoa and you have warm socks on and itssnowing and there’s warm fuzzies all over you

My Top Posts in 2022:

Happy Birthday to me. 🎂 I was going to post a birthday-inspired ficlet but I only got around 320 words before I petered out and the word doc started mocking me. 🤷🏼‍♀️ So, my muse is still M.I.A apparently. Sigh.

29 notes - Posted June 10, 2022

Slow burn is fine. Perfectly fine, but I tell you…. If you write slow burn please, for the love of…once you get to the end do not have it end on a “chaste” kiss. I mean, by name alone, Slow burn sort of indicates it should eventually turn into Fire that Explodes with passion and tongues and hands in interesting places. Don’t wanna do the smut full on? Then don’t, but please give me more than two lips barely brushing against the other. !!!!!!

So, okay, I guess my new trope favorite is Slow Burn to Burning Down the House. Slow Burn deserves the resolution. That’s all I’m saying.

41 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

Happy

@practicecourts and @dontwant-dontcare (many thanks!) both asked me for five things that make me happy and I wasn’t going to answer because honestly? I couldn’t even think of two this morning but after getting lost inside a lovely fluffy bouncy story, my outlook has improved (! Behold! The power of Fic!) So, without further adieu:

1) coffee, coffee makes me happy - it’s the ritual of it - the flavor I pick, the type of cream I want, the little nudge with my automatic milk frother and then that first taste….*smacks lips* ah, yes. Happiness in a cup. I have often said I am a tea drinker that drinks coffee out of necessity, but I can admit, after all these years, that I do enjoy my first cup. Tea owns me the rest of the day, but that first hour belongs to the bean.

2) my cat - in so many ways, but specifically the way he stretches and meows at me as I pet him - he gives me this look like, oh, please, oh please? And I get sucked into giving him an all over body rub that he just…luxuriates into and it never fails to make me smile. It’s such a tactile thing - petting animals is one of the simplest, yet happiest things…

3) Music- music makes me happy - from punk rock to soft cello to 80s new wave to jazz to back again - it’s all connected and we form memories with sound and some songs can just suck you back to where you were when you heard them - like when I think of R.E.M, I think of being in college and hearing someone blaring it over their speakers across the quad during one perfect-the leaves-are-changing autumn day, or when I hear Nina Simone crooning I Want A Little Sugar in My Bowl and I immediately remember all the nights I spent listening to it on repeat, singing it in my bedroom pretending I was wrapped up in satin and silk and smoky bars…yeah, music makes me happy.

4) Laughter - always, but specifically, laughter I’ve caused. I love making people laugh. Like, throw their head back, forget who and where they are-laughing. It’s a joy, a gift, and a pure pleasure that makes my toes curl. Sometimes, I even think it’s better than sex. LOL but don’t tell my bf that. Smirk.

5) Reading - All kinds, of course - but lately, I just love reading about the same two idiots falling in love. How will X and Y get together this time? - I wonder as I start a brand new fic. There is a certain kind of spark that ignites when I settle into a good story about my two favorite characters that is fucking unparalleled. And people who don’t get fan fic will never understand that and it makes me sad for them, in a way. But god! Finding a good fic that hits all your buttons and puts a big dopey grin on your face?! True joy. And what a gift it is, truly.

I tag: @katherinewilliams221b, and @thetruthinesswillsetyoufree and @readysetjo

45 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

Hearts & Flour

“Is all of this…for me?”

Ginny asks, gazing around their kitchen. No, correction, Harry’s kitchen. He’s always sort of staked his claim to it, right from the start. Ginny has been okay to let him have it, truth be told.

But right now his kitchen is an absolute mess. There are pans everywhere; racks with varying types of pastries cooling on them and flour is everywhere. It’s even on Harry. And he looks adorable, she has to admit, but oh no, she’s not going to tell him that. Because as well as being covered in white powder and (what Ginny hopes is) chocolate along his face, Harry also looks pretty hacked off. He glares at her almost accusingly.

“What are you doing home! You weren’t supposed to be back until late!”

“The meeting turned out shorter than I thought,” Ginny said, coming into the kitchen proper. She pretends to look disinterestedly into a large orange bowl of something that smells remarkably like treacle. With a wave of his wand, Harry floats the bowl over to the counter and frowns at her, his hands on his hips.

“What exactly are you doing, Harry?” Ginny asked.

He looks shy for a moment, but she finally sees his shoulders relax. “It was for our Valentine’s celebration.”

“But Valentine’s Day was last week.”

“I know, Gin. But we missed it because I was gone on that mission. I thought…I thought I could make it up to you. With….” Harry shrugs and moves his arm in a circle to indicate the mess around him.

Ginny bites her lip and looks away to hide her smile. She raises what she hopes is a cool eyebrow and glances back at him. “You thought I would appreciate a messy kitchen as a romantic gift?”

Harry purses his lips and only grunts at her. He waves his wand a few times and the kitchen looks marginally better but there is still a sense of chaos in the air. Not to mention the scent of something burning. Ginny nods at their stove and Harry follows her gaze and then swears a rather bad word indeed as he rushes to pull out whatever it is he’s forgotten about.

As his shoulders slump, Ginny comes up beside him and stares at what looks like a charred pan of strawberry tarts.

“Bugger. Those looked kind of good. Well, minus the dark, burned bottoms.”

Harry only gives her a disgruntled look and sets the pan on the counter, checking each tart to see if there are any to be saved. There’s not. He sighs and pulls his oven gloves off in a huff of frustration.

Ginny smirks and touches his arm. “Harry, love, it’s okay. I don’t need you killing yourself baking. You more than made it up to me by keeping me in bed all weekend. Or have you forgotten already?”

Harry blushes, but then shrugs sort of helplessly as he looks around the kitchen.

“I just wanted to do something nice. A surprise. A romantic surprise.”

Ginny leans in and before she captures his mouth for a kiss, she brushes a bit of flour off of his cheek. His eyes spark at hers when she pulls back and she smirks at him.

“What happened, anyway? It’s unlike you to be so…chaotic while baking.”

“Ron floo’d and I got distracted with, erm, something. I’m sorry. I wanted it to be perfect.”

“You should know by now that I never expect perfection from you.”

Harry fixes her with an unamused look. “Ha-hah.”

Ginny laughs and runs her hands through his hair, making it stand up even more. “Not the way I meant that and you know it. Is there anything worth salvaging? Or should we just order out for afters tonight?”

“The chocolate croissants should be all right,” Harry said, frowning. “And I hadn’t had a chance to ruin the treacle yet.”

“Then that’s all we need,” Ginny said, smiling.

Harry just stares at her and then runs a hand down his face. When he finally meets her gaze again, there’s a sheepish look on his face that Ginny doesn’t understand. Fumbling for a moment, Harry steps back and with an almost timid grin, he pulls a red velvet box from his jeans pocket and simply holds it out to her.

Ginny feels her heart start to beat a staccato in her chest but she makes herself take a deep breath before tentatively reaching out and touching the jewelry box.

“Harry?”

“Go on then,” he said, shaking his head. “I was going to give it to you surrounded by all your favorite sweets so I, er, could wear you down, I reckon, I don’t….” Harry gets a sudden determined air and pushes the box firmly into Ginny’s hand. He uses his fingers to close hers around it and there’s a certain look in his eye….

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150 notes - Posted February 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

You know, some of you never had to run to live journal to read fic and it shows.

Don’t take AO3 for granted.

153 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 3 years

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please please a part 2 of that gamer!geralt au, them doing something like Q&A

Nonie, I hope you know what you signed up for. This got out of hand lmao. like 2.4k of Q&A kind of out of hand.

Warnings: swearing, talk of drinking to excess, kinda spicy questions, lil kisses, idk how but I meant for this to be goofy and horny and it got kinda soft? what’s new?

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“Holy shit,” Geralt sat staring at his phone as he mindlessly stirred pasta.

“I swear to god, if you found a way to burn noodles-” Jaskier turned away from the blender to wave a wooden spoon covered in pesto puree.

Geralt shook his head and held his phone up to him, scrolling through the replies to a tweet as he did, going on for ages as Jaskier’s jaw slowly got closer to the floor.

“What are those for?!”

“I put up a poll for a boyfriend Q&A or a game review and not a single person has voted for the game review.” Geralt was still scrolling through questions people wanted answered as he watched Jaskier’s face go from shock to confusion to a smug grin.

“They love me,” he sang, kicking his heel up as he turned back to the pasta sauce.

Geralt rolled his eyes and started screenshotting some of the less invasive questions, shaking his head and muttering, “Course they do.”

Geralt pressed record, waited a moment, and heaved a dramatic, long-suffering sigh, “You guys literally didn’t even give me a choice on this one,” he reached off frame and scruffed Jaskier, plopping him down on the couch with him.

Jaskier didn’t stay where he was put for even a moment, using his momentum to bounce up onto Geralt’s lap with a shit-eating grin, “Oh? Are we rolling?”

Geralt dropped his forehead to Jaskier’s shoulder, stifling a laugh, “This is gonna be a long one.”

“Yeah, it is,” Jask agreed, then turned to the camera, stroking Geralt’s hair, “My fans want more!”

“OH-kay,” Geralt manhandled Jaskier to sit next to him which earned him a pout and a leg draped over his lap as he continued his intro, “I’ve got a bunch of questions from twitter. I didn’t even have to confirm which video we would do, you guys just went straight for the kill. I picked a few, Jask picked a few, neither of us knows which ones the other picked.” he turned to see Jaskier wiggle his eyebrows at the camera, “Why am I thinking you picked the raunchy ones?”

The brunet pretended to be offended before he smirked, “Only a few.”

Geralt rolled his eyes. “Of course,” he nudged Jask with his shoulder and opened up his phone to his screenshots, “Okay! First up is AdamSandlersBitch, nice name. They asked what Jaskier’s favorite gaming console and game to play is.” he turned to Jaksier with raised eyebrows.

His boyfriend cringed, “My.. my phone? I don’t know? I play a lot of Candy Crush while I listen to podcasts?”

Geralt smiled sweetly, “Wait what about Stardew Valley? I thought you started that?”

“I did!” Jaskier brightened up for a moment before he deflated again, “But I got confused and then the ADHD made me bake cookies.”

“Those were good cookies. I’ll play with you if you want?” Geralt’s normal ‘streamer dude’ persona melted away while he played with the rips on Jaskier’s jeans.

Jask leaned forward and kissed his temple, “I’d love that.”

Geralt blushed, even after years, Jaskier’s affection still caught him off guard.

“Mkay! My turn!” Jaskier flashed his devilish grin and read, in his most obnoxious voice, “Dwn2Clwn said ‘do you two live together? Have you said ‘i love you’? And who tops?’”

Geralt’s mouth twisted into an upside-down U as he stared at Jaskier in muted surprise, “Honestly, not as bad as I expected.”

Jaskier looped his arm around Geralt’s, “I’m starting off easy.”

Geralt let his mock-disapproving gaze linger just a bit before he answered, “The living together is kind of new-like a few months. This one said ‘I love you’ on, what? The fourth date? Fifth?”

“Fourth.”

“No, it was the fifth, Eskel locked himself out on the fourth. Remember?”

“Shit you’re right,” Jaskier gave the camera a stern look, “In my defense, we’d been friends for a good four years before this. I wasn’t just confessing my love to a tinder date - though I have done that before.”

Geralt nodded, “That was very amusing.”

Jaskier tapped his nose, “Don’t avoid the last part, darling.”

Geralt huffed and stared down the camera, and, in the most matter of fact tone possible, said, “We switch. Compromise, folks. Can’t have one person doing all the work all the time.”

Jaskier nodded sagely, patting Geralt's chest, “We got a pow-”

Geralt clamped his hand over Jaskier’s mouth, 100% sure he was going to say ‘power bottom pillow princess’, “Nope. I’ll get demonetized for that.”

“But not who tops?” Jaskier asked through Geralt’s fingers.

He just shrugged, “I don’t make the rules.”

Jaskier tapped his phone and raised his eyebrows, telling him to move to the next question.

“Mis- Mischanication? Shit I hope I said that right, Mischanication asked, ‘would you ever get a pet together?’ We did! Her name is Roach and she’s a little shit! I told Jaskier not to feed her, but he did, now we have the snuggliest, crankiest cat I’ve ever met!”

Jaskier had gotten up to pluck Roach from her perch on the windowsill when Geralt had read the question and plopped down with her as Geralt finished his proud speech, “She’s not a little shit! She’s just delicate! Isn’t that right, darling?”

Geralt scratched under her chin and cooed, “You are a nasty little dragon baby, aren't you?! Just a little garbage child! Yes, you are. We love the tiny demon beast.”

“Geralt!”

He snickered and kissed Jaskier’s hair, “Next question, love.”

Jaskier grumbled something about positive reinforcement as Roach scampered back to her cat tree and he unlocked his phone for his next tweet, “This darling wants to remain anonymous,” Geralt gave him some serious side-eye at that, “they said ‘I think I’m in love with the flower twink, where can I find one of my own?’”

Geralt frowned at the camera and pulled Jaskier onto his lap, holding him close and snuggling into his chest, almost growling, “Hands off.”

Jaskier giggled, brushing Geralt’s hair out of his face as he talked to the camera, “You heard the man. Unfortunately, I was not mass-produced and I’ve been spoken for.”

Geralt looked up at him with what could only be called suspicious puppy eyes, “You picked that one just to sit in my lap didn’t you?”

“Yes. And because I want to change my socials to ‘flower twink’.”

“Do it,” Geralt kept Jaskier on his lap as he swiped to his next question, “Eggsfuckingsuck - heh, my dad hates eggs- Eggsfuckingsuck says, ‘what is the most embarrassing thing you’ve caught each other doing/saying?’ Oh boy, do I have a story for you!”

"Oh I couldn't say the thing but you can tell this story!?"

"...you have a point... Check my insta stories. I'll put it there after I post this."

Jaskier nodded, ever so pleased, and turned to the camera, "Our dear Yennefer of sorceryglammour once beat Geralt at trivia night when the theme was 'video games'."

“We did shots before we went to the bar and she goaded me and Lambert into a chugging competition before the round started. I’m telling you, she planned this. Yen is ruthless.” Geralt desperately tried to justify his defeat but Jaskier was having none of it.

“She’s mostly harmless, plus I have video evidence from that night. You weren’t that far gone.”

“Pull it up! Let’s settle it.”

Jaskier patted Geralt’s head like one would a toddler, “I’d have to get my old laptop out. Later, darling.”

Geralt had a smug look on his face, “That means he doesn’t have it anymore.”

“Next question!” Jaskier squeaked, not at all changing the subject.

Geralt shrugged, “If you admit I won that one.”

“It’s not a competition!” Jaskier laughed, looking down at him with that stupidly smitten look on his face.

“Hmmm…” Geralt tilted his chin up defiantly, “if you say so.”

Jaskier kissed him, lingering a little bit more than could be considered chaste, “I do.”

Geralt looked up at him, batting his eyelashes, “Fine then, next question.”

Jaskier handed him his phone and he read it off leaning his head on Jaskier’s shoulder, “CountryBumpkin42 asked if we play any instruments. I play the recorder very poorly, but Jask plays everything.”

“Not everything, but yes, I could cover a Trans Siberian Orchestra song if I had a pedalboard with enough loop settings.” Jaskier preened.

“And more,” Geralt added, counting on his fingers as he spoke, “In this house alone he has two pianos, three different types of guitars, a drumset, a violin and fiddle, a flute and piccilo, an oboe, a mandolin, a lute, bongos, saxophone, clarinet, tambourine, trumpet, and xylophone. Did I get them all?”

Jaskier glanced from side to side with a guilty look, “Ah… no, I bought a bass sax that showed up last night.”

“Oh, did Thursday at 3 decide they wanted to switch after all?”

“Yeah! She got the third chair as a freshman on a loaner instrument! I’m very proud!”

Geralt seemed to remember they were recording and turned back to the camera, “J teaches music at the university and does private lessons.”

“It’s how I can afford such a pretty trophy boyfriend,” Jaskier teased, ruffling Geralt’s hair and earning a little chuckle.

“Mkay, what do you have next?”

Jaskier smoothed Gearalt’s hair back down as he read the next question, “3R4108F6!J asks if we have any cute nicknames for each other.”

Geralt’s eyebrows nearly flew past his hairline, “J has a new one for me almost every day.”

“Its true,” Jaskier nodded, “I am a slut for cute nicknames. This morning was Ger Bear, one of my faves. I called him Thumbs for a bit, I lovingly call him Dumb Fuck rather often.”

“And he is Dip Shit, it’s balanced. I usually just shorten names? Jask or J is usually it, right?” Geralt asked, shifting so Jaskier was sitting on the couch between his legs and they were both turned out toward the camera but very much still cuddling.

“And when I’m being childish I get Alfie. But Geralt is much more deliberate and specific with his nicknames. It’s a bit of a friendship level up when he uses nicknames.”

Geralt frowned at him, “I do that?”

Jaskier giggled, “You never noticed?”

He tilted his head, giving Jaskier a quizzical look, “Not at all.”

Jaskier cupped Geralt’s cheek, “You’re so cute.”

Geralt blushed again, leaning into the touch just a tad, “Who’s turn is it?”

“Yours,” Jaskier hummed, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Okay,” Geralt blushed even more, “I had this one as an alternate, but uh, Yen asked what we’d name our first kid?”

Jaskier leaned into Geralt’s shoulder and hummed as he thought for a moment, “I always like Blake or Spencer, but I seem to remember you saying something about old world traditional names?”

Geralt nodded, absentmindedly running his fingers up and down Jaskier’s arm, “My grandma was hoping each of us boys would be a girl and wanted mum to name us Cirilla every time. I quite like it, but I’m rather open as long as I don’t know someone with the name. I really like Eric?”

“Oo, I like Eric.”

“But you like the neutral names.”

“I do, but it’s your hypothetical kiddo too.”

Geralt gave him a little squeeze, “There’s time for that later. What’s your next one?”

Jaskier snorted when he looked at his phone, “What are your guys’ love languages?”

Geralt just looked down at Jask, completely entangled in his arms, then up to the camera, “I’m gonna hazard a guess at physical touch.”

“Yeah, I think that’s a safe bet,” Jaskier giggled, “I haven’t taken the quiz in years, but I was that and gifts.”

“Oh, yeah. Physical touch and words of affirmation. I got like a 0 on acts of service and gifts, but I really like giving gifts.”

“Mhm, yes you do,” Jaksier wiggled his eyebrows, then turned to the camera, “I also had no idea you could have different giving and receiving languages till I met this one.”

Geralt nodded then turned to him with a slight frown, “you know I really thought your questions were going to be more graphic.”

“Oh, honey I saved the best for last,” Jaskier winked.

“Fuck me,” Geralt grumbled before reading off his last question, “Cali852 asked what we did for Pride.”

Jaskier’s eyes lit up, “Oh Pride was fun. We watched the parade, of course, then Yen did our makeup and… and where did we go after that?”

Geralt looked like he’d been waiting for this, “We went to a club, where you ordered three kamakazis, knocked them all back, danced for twenty minutes, then I took you home.”

“N-no… we went to the beach, didn’t we?”

“That was the year before. We were going to go to the drag show at our regular bar too, but someone had just finished grading finals and went a little too hard.”

Jaskier grinned, “Speaking of finals, time for the last question. I had a different one in mind but if the thing I cant say from earlier would get this demonetized then that defintitelyi would. So we’re going with ‘what is the wackest placy y’all banged?’”

Geralt snorted, “Shit who knows anymore?”

“Well there was the boat?”

“Or the train?”

“Nah, too standard. What about the cabin?”

“Heh, no I think your o-”

“I don’t have tenure darling,” It was Jaskier’s turn to slap his hands over Geralt’s mouth, “The answer is a dilapidated structure my parents still try to call a cabin out in the foothills.”

Geralt laughed and pulled his hand away, “Okay, that can be the answer.”

“Is that it? Now we just say bye?” Jaskier looked between Geralt and the camera.

Geralt shrugged, “Yeah. You wanna say the thing?”

Jaskier wiggled with a little pride and excitement, “Don’t forget to like and subscribe! Bye Fuckers!”

They both waved for a couple seconds before Geralt got up and turned the camera off. He popped out the memory card and was going to immediately start loading it onto his computer but Jask hooked his finger through a belt loop as he walked past and tugged him back down.

“I’m tired. Snuggle with me.”

Geralt hummed, “We just snuggled that whole time.”

Jaskier heaved a dramatic sigh, “I know and this is exhausting. I don’t know how you talk to a camera all day.”

Geralt stretched to set the chip on top of his laptop before collapsing back on top of Jaskier who had stretched the length of the couch, “Are you making fun of me?” he teased.

Jaskier cupped his face between his hands and pulled him up for a deep kiss, “Oh never.”

#geraskier #gamer geralt #streamer geralt #teacher jaskeir #noob jaskeir #geraskier boyfriends #geraskier fluff #soft geraskier #the witcher #the witcher fic #geraskier fic #geraskier modern au #the witcher modern au #look this is so self indulgent i hope yall still like it #lmao

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red1culous · 4 years

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Sweat part 1

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

One of the things you hated about working with the Avengers was how insanely fit everyone was. You wouldn’t exactly call yourself a shapeless potato but you were nowhere as sculpted or as svelte as your other team members.

You had just joined the band of heroes two months ago and were working under Maria Hill as a Shield agent. She had taken the time to show you around the place because you were one of the few applicants Fury himself recommended. Being new to the team you were eager to impress.

Maria herself was of slight build but you knew she was tough having one day crashed into her after turning a blind corner. Her elbow caught the side of your face as you both collided and it left you with a nasty shiner that lasted a week.

So you made it a point to become fitter and stronger. That meant visits to the gym. Your anxiety however got the better of you and visiting the gym when everyone else was there was certainly out of the question. So you purposely set your alarm for 2 hours earlier so you could get a full workout before anyone else was even awake.

The first time you entered the gym was daunting. All those big machines seemingly mocking your puny existence. You pushed past the fear and soon you were brave enough to play your music loud from your phone speakers and you started to relax a little and enjoy your early morning sessions more.

Then something you never could have dreamed of happened turning your world upside down.

After a 10 minute cardio warm up you headed to the chest press machine. You were feeling good this morning. Stretching and limbering up a little your playlist started on a new song, one that you particularly liked. It had all the right beats in all the right places. You soon got lost in the music and started to do a little dance on the spot as you stretched your arms and legs out . You were so caught up in the music you almost screamed when you felt a gentle tap tap tap on your shoulder. Turning around so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash you were stunned by the sight in front of you.

Natasha Romanoff.

WTF.

“Hi. I’m Natasha. You ok?” she cocks her head concerned at your dazed expression.

“Hi! Sorry I just didn’t think there’d be anyone here. I’m Y/N” you hoped she hadn’t heard the enormous swallow you just did with how dry your throat suddenly became.

“Yea I know. Fury has said some impressive things about you. And that man says nothing about anyone so that’s a huge compliment” she smiled tying up her hair into a neat ponytail. Your eyes were inexplicably drawn to her biceps as they flexed and bunched up at the simple action.

“Uh ok” was all you could muster shaking your head trying to clear your mind.

“Sorry, do you mind if we share the gym? I promise to stay on that side” she points to the other end of the gym and you instantly felt like a monster.

“What no! No don’t do that. Sorry I just wasn’t expecting anyone here so early. Plus I’m not used to doing this whole gym thing” you ducked your head feeling a blush blooming across your chest and rising to your face.

“Oh you really don’t look like you even need the gym” she counters.

Wait. Was that a compliment?

She continues, “how about we spot for each other? I haven’t trained with another girl in ages. It’ll be nice since this place is usually a playground for the boys and their dick measuring contests”

And that’s how you found yourself working out with Natasha Romanoff, or Nat as she insisted you call her. This was insane. What was even more insane was the outfit she had on. She was wearing a black tank top that ended just under her breasts exposing her abs. All the abs. The way it twitched with every movement she made was even more distracting than her leg and calve muscles that were clearly visible under the ridiculously tight spandex pants she wore. If you knew you would be partnering with her you would’ve probably not worn your moth eaten college t-shirt and 100 year old track pants.

Right this moment she was stood in front of the chest press machine counting your sets. She was making light conversation and whenever you struggled she would assist slightly. Her words of encouragement did help a little. You were actually having fun.

“I like that you’re always smiling when you’re working out” she says in between counting you to 10.

“Nat, this isn’t me smiling” you pant out, “this is me gritting my teeth holding back my swear words” this got her laughing which caused you to laugh and drop the weights unable to hold them up yourself.

“Ok 10 more smartass let’s go” she straightens up wagging a finger at you.

If working out with the Black Widow was stressful, not knowing where to look with her standing right in front of you was worse.

Should you stare at her abs? No that’s awkward.

Stare at her face? Nope, worse idea ever.

Stare at the floor at her feet. Yes that might work.

“Up up! Keep your head and eyes up so your posture is straight” she tuts reaching for your chin and pushing it up.

Well that idea went to hell fast. Next up was the bench press machine.

She excitedly says she wants to go first and of course you’re not going to argue. Your arms were still burning from the 50 reps she had you do. So now you’re stood to her right looking everywhere except where she has lay down. Suddenly you don’t know what you’re supposed to do with your arms.

These appendages are they meant to hang loosely by your side?

Should I hug myself?

“Earth to Y/N. Hey quit dreaming and help me out here partner” she breaks you out of your reverie.

Did you think this was not going to get any more awkward? Seemed like the world was adamant on proving you wrong today.

Natasha has you standing with one leg on either side of her torso as she effortlessly lifts and lowers the bar. You’re assisting but you think she could do this without you and probably just as well with one arm. Still you can’t complain. When else would you ever find yourself in this position with Natasha Romanoff.

“Your turn” she cheerily says and she starts to get up. Sensing your hesitation she gently pushes you onto the machine taking the position you occupied only minutes ago.

“You didn’t even break a sweat, Nat” you pout.

“You’ll be fine I’ll help” she says more confident of your abilities than you are.

“I’ll break my neck more like. You better not let this…oooof” you grunt as you feel the full weight of the bar unable to finish your sentence.

“Ok trust me I’ll hold it too” she shimmies further up your torso and bends slightly so she can support more of the bar with you. This has her close to your face and somehow the bar feels heavier than before.

She went easy on you and let you off at 30 reps instead of 50 because towards the end of the count she was lifting more than you were. Your arms truly felt like jelly. Working out with Natasha would be the death of you no doubt.

“What do you want to do next rookie?” she says still looking the way she did when she walked into the gym that morning. You were pretty sure you looked like you had just walked to the moon and back.

“Is dying an option?” you say as you lay on the floor with a towel over your face having just completed a set of leg raises, push ups, crunches and Russian twists.

“How about some stretches? It’ll help with the aches” she lifts a corner of the towel covering your face and peeks at you as she smiles.

So now you are prone on the floor and the Black Widow is practically on top of you stretching out your hamstrings, quads and glutes.

“HOW IS THIS RELAXING!?” you’re practically writhing under her hands, “I FEEL LIKE SOMETHING IS GOING TO SNAP”

“It is relaxing! You’ll thank me tomorrow” she’s smirking at your childish antics. Honestly your idea of stretching was incense, low lighting and soft music. This felt worse than working out.

“Ok let’s swap you big baby” she coos.

“Urgh thank god I was about to pass out already” you jump to your feet and give her space to lie down.

“Uh you’re going to have to help me I don’t know what to do” suddenly feel the awkwardness return as you watch her laying on the floor.

“Ok squat here and put one hand here” she pulls you down in between her legs and places one of your hands on her upper left thigh, “now hold this down and press this leg up” she guides you so her right leg is resting on your shoulder.

“Uh…like this?” you asked blushing again. Why does this feel so intimate?

“Yea but push harder” she says as she lays back down on the mat, “harder Y/N I’m not going to break” it sounded like a command now.

“This is a weird angle are you sure …” she interrupts you by tugging roughly on your round collar so that now your face is inches from hers, “I did ballet I’m flexible don’t worry I like the deep stretch” she’s smirking again still holding onto your collar.

“R-right I’ll be sure to remember that” you whisper stutter your response. You’re starting to think she’s doing this on purpose.

You’re thinking back to all the touches. A hand on your upper arm. Her squeezing your shoulders a few times when you said they were sore. Her standing behind you with her hands on your waist to show you how to properly execute a squat without causing injury to your back. Or her taking your hand and placing it on her stomach to better illustrate “which muscles will be activated when you’re doing core exercises properly”.

Sure it could be her genuinely trying to help….but what if it was something more.

After a few more positions where you find yourself either laying across her or straddling her, Steve walks into the gym and coughs awkwardly behind the both of you. You jump off of Natasha and stand ramrod straight fidgeting with your fingers.

“Hi Y/N you’re here early. Are you done already?” he asks sweetly.

“Yeah Y/N and I are done here Steve” Natasha answers for you picking up her stuff.

“See you tomorrow morning same time Y/N” she says as she saunters away towards the shower rooms.

“Right yeah tomorrow” is all you manage to get out as she makes her way out of the gym.

“What was that about?” Steve asks you as he starts unpacking his gym bag and grabbing his water bottle and towel.

“I guess I have a new workout buddy” you say smiling ear to ear.

“Hmm…”

“Hmm? Steve don’t leave me with a ‘hmm’”

“No it’s just that Nat hates working out with anyone. I guess she likes you” he says hiding a knowing smile as he fake wipes non-existent sweat off his face.

“Hmm” you say picking up your phone and towel, slinging it over your shoulder and making your way towards the exit.

“Hey, now what’s that supposed to mean Y/N?” Steve calls to you.

“Nothing Steve” you continue with a bounce in your step and a smile on your face, “means nothing at all”.

Tagging: @natasharomanoffismywife

#redfic #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #sweat

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chikkou · 3 years

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ok i had to sleep on it after playing deltarune cause i was absolutely shooketh and needed time to gather my thoughts but now? I Am Ready. Prepare Yourselves

(spoilers below the cut)

ok im just gonna do this bulletpoint style cause its still too soon for me to coherently write any deltarune thinkpieces LMAO but heres my thoughts:

fucking LOVED the music in this chapter. ngl i had no clue how toby was gonna top deltarune chapter 1 but he fucking DID?? cyber fields may actually be one of my top 5 favorite songs now between undertale AND deltarune chapter 1. it is just genuinely phenomenal. i also really love the song in the queens castle and B I G S H O T

speaking of big shot, idk abt yall but the only parts of the game where i felt genuinely disconcerted were whenever spamton was on screen. hes very similar to jevil but while jevils motif is KIND of based in something human, spamton feels distinctly inhuman by comparison... like proper uncanny valley. its really really creepy fkjlsdfs (in a good way tho LMAO)

the queen is 100% my favorite villain as of yet. her character reminds me a LOT of roxy from homestuck and i wouldnt be surprised if there was a bit of homestuck influence there (cause like... her typing quirk is literally kanayas typing quirk sdkfjsdfs). i was fucking DYING every time Kris Get The Banana popped up. shes also a pretty good parody of the villain redemption arc too given how quickly she flips upon finding out that the world would be destroyed if they opened more dark fountains LMAO

i was at the edge of my seat throughout the entire ending sequence, just waiting to see what the fuck was gonna happen - it was paced super well and was really really suspenseful. its clear to me now that kris is the one who keeps opening up the dark fountains as a form of some kind of escapism, and may be the knight themselves, but WHAT theyre escaping from is what really interests me. whatever it is, i believe it definitely has something to do with their family situation

asgore being a former police officer who was forced to resign is REALLY fascinating, but also somewhat concerning to me. i dont think toby would try to get too Real World Subtext with it, but i am sincerely hoping this doesnt end up being a thinly veiled allegory for some version of police brutality, especially given that asgore in undertale was just killing every human that fell into the underground because it was “his duty”

in chapter 1 i was thinking that the bunker at the south of town could maybe be the original entrance to the underground, but the conversation you stumble upon down there strongly suggests its something else, and whatever it is, i think it caused kris some pretty severe trauma since monster kid mocks them for being a “scaredy cat” after they saw what was inside. this actually supports my personal theory that the game is not a direct sequel, but rather some kind of timeline-adjacent alternate universe in which monsters were never pushed into the underground

like in undertale, kris being the only human is still notable here - theres a book the player can read upstairs called something like “how to care for a human,” which the flavor text notes that toriel has apparently checked out dozens of times over the years. so when toriel calls the police after finding her cars tires slashed, i wonder if she was able to be so calm about it because it had happened before.

on a somewhat lighter note, the exchange between sans, toriel, and asgore in the grocery store was SO. FUCKING. AWKWARD. THAT ILL TIMED JOKE BY ASGORE AND THEN HIS ENSUING AWKWARD CONVERSATION WITH SANS AFTER TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO “WIN HER BACK”.... MY GOD THE SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT I FELT

and my last thing (for now) is that i am extremely curious about kris’s ability to rip their soul out, seemingly at will, and to put it back in when they want. i havent yet figured out what the correlation is - what we know is that both times weve seen them do this, they have drawn a knife (to steal slices of pie LMAO), and, presumably, slashed the tires of their mothers car. their reasons for doing the latter are still pretty unclear to me, but perhaps theres some sort of ritual-type steps a person has to take in order to open up a dark fountain, and cutting things up is a part of it? i truly have no idea but this is my best guess atm

these are all the thoughts i have rn but man... tl;dr deltarune chapter 2 FUCKS and im genuinely so fucking excited for the next chapter, whenever it comes out... really hoping toby pulls a homestuck epilogue and drops it like a week after saying it “might be a while” fgkjdfd

#dark lord saltine #deltarune #deltarune spoilers #anyway yeah this game fucking goes off #if u wanna talk abt this with me nows the time im hyped as fuck

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just-my-type-x · 3 years

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Love Again part 1 - Brad Simpson

Sorry for this being sooo long

It’s been a while since i’ve known Brad. We met in high school, i was a sophomore and he was a freshman. I always mocked him for being younger than me, even tho the age gap is just a few months. I think i have always been in love with Brad. Not neceserily from the moment i met him, but i knew he was going to cause some trouble in my life, since i was already in a relationship for a year at that point and somehow i felt that my relationship would become a target to my own feelings. I didn’t believe myself then that i am faithful enough to go through a friendship with him while having someone already and i was right. Don’t think i cheated on my boyfriend, because phisically, i couldn’t and i wouldn’t. Never. Sometimes, your thoughts are the ones that cheat for you and that should be enough for you to realize it’s not ok to do that to anybody. Of course, before all this, Brad and i were super flirty, we would look at each other across the hallway and try to look uninterested, but we would both find ourselves walking towards one another and we would stop midway to say hello, hug really tightly. Some days he would pass me by and all of a sudden he would kiss my cheek and drag me down the hallway to go outside with him and our friends. Little things like these made my heart go wild for him. I ended up in a place where i didn’t know what i wanted to do with my life.

When i found my courage, i broke up with my boyfriend, but i knew karma had it coming. I was finally ready to tell Brad everything about my feelings, but that’s when i also found out that he got a girlfriend. Little pieces broke from my soul and i told myself that i don’t need him, either as my friend or my boyfriend.

Months passed by and we became really close all of a sudden, and one summer, he just showed up at my doorway, with flowers, confessing how much he cares about me and how much he thought of us getting together. I accepted his request to be his girlfriend, even if i knew how long he will be gone from home, since he already started the band.

2 years went by and things were going really great,until social media helped me figure out my “destiny” with Mr. Simpson. He was photographed with a girl holding hands in a park, then at dinner and then they were spotted kissing in his car. I set those pictures to him and asked him nicely not to talk to me ever again. I was broken. All those memories made with Brad became insignificant and disappeared as i was looking at those photos again and again.

Now, 2 years later, the boys asked me to come on tour with them for a few shows in England, since i started a singing career as well. I stayed friends with them and chatted almost every night. I even started to talk to Brad every once in a while, when i would facetime one of the boys. It didn’t hurt to see him as much as i thought. Maybe i was healed and recovered.

“Heeeey bestie”, Tristan yelled when i got out of the uber’s car. I ran towards him, leaving my suitcases in the middle of the parking lot,anf i jumped in his arms, him lifting me up and stopping my breathe because of how tight the hug was. I saw then James and Connor and they did the same as Tristan. I told them how much i missed them and that we needed to hang out together a lot more. Brad appeared in the parking lot and my heart sank a little. He looked so good in his shirt and with his glasses on and i remembered how deeply in love i was with this man in front of me. He was walking up to us and i could see the boys tense up and become awkward next to me. I didn’t hesitate and i ran towards Brad and jumped in his arms. He was surprised, but he picked me up and inhaled my scent. I did the same, tears blurring my view, but i sent them away.

“I missed you a lot, asshole”, i told him and i smiled still hugging him. I coulf feel a small smile on his face too.

“I deserved the nickname. I missed you like crazy and you have no idea how sorry i am”, he broke the hug and i looked at him. He had red eyes and i wondered if he slept at all the night before.

“It’s in the past. I knew we should’ve stayed best friends”, i laughed and my own sentence broke me. The forming tears stung my eyes, but they went away when the guys and Joe joined us.

“It’s good, you’re both alive and you don’t seem angry. I think Connor lost the bet, we’re getting them out alive from the first concert”, Joe laughed and i joined when i saw Connor shake his head and take out of his wallet 100 pounds.

“If that’s on how much money you bet, you should’ve done it with me. I could make sure i won those 100.”, i said and Brad kicked me in the arm softly, but he let out a giggle.

We went into the venue and saw how amazing the stage was decorated. I could feel goosebumps, thinking about the upcoming show. I went backstage with the boys and ate together, while rehearsing a few songs with the guitars. It felt weird being around the person i loved the most, but i also needed to be around him to realize the world hasn’t ended, that he can still be my friend.

I was now alone in my dressing room, when Joe entered and we smiled at each other.

“How are you feeling?”, he asked and i sat down next to him on the leather couch.

“Surprisingly good. It didn’t hurt that much, we are ok, i guess things will go great this tour.”, i smiled,but the regret was screaming loudly in my voice. It was noticeable enough for Joe, who looked down to the setlist.

“Would you be confortable singing Would you with them on stage?’‘

With no warning whatsover, Joe asked me and i felt my heart dropto the floor. Would You was the song that reminded me the most about everything that went on after the break up. Fans also had theories that the lyrics were about me, but i never wanted to accept that somebody else thought the same thing as me.

“Brad asked me if you’re willing to do this”, he continued and his voice woke me up from the memory lane.

“Uhm what?”

“He said he wants to make it up to you and since you know the song talks about your relationship.. Maybe it will set things right”

“This song will never set things right for us. I’m not singing something that talks about uncertainity regarding my feelings about him being out of my life, or the wonder regarding the moments i talk about him with family or friends.”, i raised my voice and kept walking around the room. “This song has nothing to do with us or make us great again because even now, i cry when i talk about him. I cry every time i end a facetime call and he comes to the phone for 2 minutes to ask me how i am and all this stupid stuff.”, i start crying and Joe comes to hug me. I embrace him tightly and i see Brad in the doorway, with tears in his eyes and looking down at his fingers when he meets my eyes.

“I’m sorry, it was a mistake”, Brad said and i let Joe go

“Yeah, i know. Was coming on tour with you also your mistake?”

He hesitates and i look disappointed towards Joe. “I’m not here because i sing amazing and i’m in top 10 Billboard top 100, i’m here because Brad is lonely”

I look towards Brad and i see him frown as he's walking up to me. I take a step back when he comes a little too close to me.

“I made a mistake doing that to you but i never got over you. I couldn’t forget you. I swear i never stopped loving you.” Brad was crying and i was too, but i was angry, not sad.

“You never loved me, Bradley. You never..”, my voice cracked and i became feeling really dizzy, so i grabbed my phone and i left the room, walking far away from Brad.

Outside, thousands of girls were waiting to get into the venue. I hid my face so they wouldn’t see me cry and i went to the parking lot where nobody could see me.

“No duet tonight. I’m sorry”, i texted Joe and started balling my eyes out.

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault”

Sooo hi, i tried making something. If you want part 2, like this post, because i really wanted to write something. Love you, guys.

#brad simpson #the vamps #James McVey #connor ball #tristan evans #new hope club #George Smith #reece bibby #blake richardson #dylan o'brien #r5 #the driver era #rosslynch #ross lynch #rocky lynch #ellington ratliff #rydel lynch #riker lynch #ryland lynch

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katierosefun · 3 years

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andddd july flew by, and i’m here to give everyone an unasked for report of...things...i watched / read / listened to this month because why not

kdramas:

miss hammurabi

aaaah oh my god the way i told myself that i won’t be watching any more legal kdramas because your honor stressed me out so much--but god. i wound up watching this and fell in love with it so fast? miss hammurabi is about a rookie judge (the gal on the right) disrupting the judicial system with her strong sense of justice. i really wasn’t too sure if i’d like her, but oh god. i fell in love with her so fast, with her desire to make the world a better place and her ability to smile even though she’s had a horrific life of her own.

honestly, i really just loved this show, mostly for how it covers so many issues in the courthouse, from working overtime to the emotional fatigue to the frustrations with those brought to court to the actual cases themselves, which are all civil court things (so we get some stuff about sexual harassment, child custody, medical malpractice, etc). this show really demonstrated that each of these cases were important--and also...really hard-hitting. i think i cried at least once per episode just because...yeah. i’m reminded that no one goes to the courthouse because they’re happy or because they’re having a good time, and it really is the job of judges and lawyers to keep a cool head and execute justice the best they can.

so basically: i loved this show. i loved it a lot more than i thought i would, and that’s always a good thing. there’s also not a whole ton of romance here either, if you’re looking for a show that’s not really too deep into that. it’s def. more focused on depicting the legal field, as well as all of the complications that come with that. as a result, there’s a lot of heartbreaking moments in the show, but there’s also many, many, many uplifting ones that reminded me a lot of why i personally want to enter the legal field. so if you’re looking for a show that might restore your faith in humanity, then i def. recommend this kdrama!

beyond evil

so.....it’s no secret that i’ve been mildly obsessed with this show. i binge-watched it in the span of...i think four (4) days, so that’s averaging about four episodes (4 hours) a day. let me just say...i was kind of on the fence about watching this, but now i’m really glad that i did because whooo boy, i was in for a ride. basically, this show is about lee dong sik, who was accused of murdering his sister (amongst others) 20 years ago...and han ju won, the young detective / inspector who’s trying to track down the murderer (who he believes is lee dong sik).

lots of other things happen, but that’s the least spoiler-y summary i can give of this show because....whooooo boy, there’s just so many twists and turns in this show? as soon as you start thinking you have everything figured out, this show tosses in another thing that reminds you of just how clueless you actually are. that said though, none of the twists felt out of place--they all felt very planned and very smart, so kudos to the writers for that!

overall, i hella enjoyed this show--the plot, the characters (who all want to do the right thing, but they’re all very jaded in their own ways which makes being a 100% good person basically impossible in this monster of a town), and, of course, the relationship between dong sik and ju won. there was just an absolutely fascinating push and pull between their relationship, lots of distrust and mocking each other in the beginning...only to slowly but steadily grow into trust and respect for each other (and in my head, def. something more....but lol i’ll let you guys decide on that for yourself ;))

i.....genuinely loved this show. i found this show just incredibly smartly written, and all the characters were incredibly intriguing? and the relationships were all fascinating to me? just. god. this show ripped me apart so many times, and i loved it all the more for it. like. guys. i wrote or started writing about six fics for this show in the span of 48 hours because i love it that much.

movies:

the handmaiden

ohohoho this movie has been on my to watch list for the LONGEST TIME, and i was glad that i gave myself some time to watch this movie at the start of the month, because...whoooo boy, it was so good. this movie is inspired by the book the fingersmith by sarah waters, only whereas i think the book took place in victorian england, this movie takes place in japan-occupied-korea. sook hee, a pickpocket, is hired by a conman to persuade the secluded lady hideko to marry him. the conman plans to later inherit hideko’s wealth and send hideko off to the madhouse.

many things happen over the course of this movie, and i’m not going to spoil anything, but oh boy...oh boy. i mean, this movie is pretty well-known for the main relationship between the two protagonists, sook hee and hideko. the romance was such a ride, and i thoroughly enjoyed every aspect of it. this movie really said “be gay, do crime” in the best way possible.

as a quick warning though, this movie definitely is erotic. i kinda knew that heading into the movie, and i was still a little caught off-guard. so maybe if you’re a little squicked out by sex/erotica in general, i’d maybe skip over this movie. that said, this movie was beautifully filmed, with beautiful writing, and the cast was just perfect. i don’t think i’ve seen a movie so beautifully or smartly crafted like this before, and i’m very glad i watched this film.

the meg

let me caveat by saying....i watched this because my brother wanted to watch it, so i sat through this movie and...y’know? it wasn’t awful. kinda predictable as far as shark movies go, but it wasn’t bad! i found myself enjoying it a little more than i thought i would...? but basically, this movie is about, you guessed it, an underwater research facility that was just looking into a deeper part of the ocean and etc. surprise, they found! a megalodon. multiple megalodons! cue the chaos.

so...there were definitely some more suspenseful moments. i shouted “these people just KEEP FALLING OFF THE BOAT” a few times. there was one character who i was like “oh man he’s gonna be the villain isn’t he :( darn :(” to “oh hey he has a heart” to “oh never mind” to “ooph”. there were some more slightly emotional moments, but?? not particularly thought-provoking or impactful. so like? overall? it was one of those movies where like....it’s not bad, it’s not really good, but! hey, not all movies need to be incredibly deep to be even somewhat enjoyable! (and like, i mostly just enjoyed watching this movie because my brother and i cracked commentary all throughout it, much to my father’s chagrin.)

music:

so, apparently my music taste changes when i’m thinking about something that’s not star wars related, and i saw a bit of that when i was making this playlist for lee dong sik and han joo won from beyond evil. as spotify works, it wound up with me adding a few of my songs that i thought fit them, and then i wound up going into the radio part of my playlist and listening to a lot of new songs, and i just have to list some of my new faves here:

let me follow by son lux: you know when you hear a song that just feels so...strangely cinematic? like, you get all kinds of vivid images in your head and stuff? this was def. one of those songs. it’s quiet, and there’s something weirdly...ephemeral about it? that’s the only way i can describe it. and mildly haunting. and mildly tragic. idk why, but i think big fans of tragedy & the patroclus/achilles kind of feel might like this song. it’s just. god. i spent 2 hours sitting in my bed just listening to this song on loop.

not in the same way by 5 seconds of summer: this is a public scolding @ 15 year old me who thought it was lame to like 5sos just because they were getting popular. boo, 15 year old caroline and her “i’m a weirdo, i’m not like other girls or other people my age” phase! because 5sos actually slaps, and this was one of my fave songs? idk. another weirdly cinematic song. the refrain is just chef’s kiss, in the kind of rambly way that leads to a shout. i love that kind of stuff.

start of time by gabrielle aplin. bro...the way gabrielle aplin’s voice brought me straight back to 2014-2016 era caroline...but weirdly, i haven’t heard this song from her before? and bro. bro....i’ve never wanted to run to the top of a hill and watch the sunrise with a loved one so bad in my whole life. god. idk. if you need a song that makes you feel like. things just might get better. this one’s for you.

sedated by hozier: okay, so i’ve only ever listened to a handful of hozier songs in my whole life (i know, i know, how can i bicon like myself not listen to hozier 24/7? le sigh), but bro.....bro. i get it now. i get why people screech about hozier. i already liked his music before, but...ah. idk. something very powerful about this song. i now understand why people want to lie down in the middle of the woods when they listen to his music.

#caroline recs #i didn't watch or read a whole ton of things because....super deep into lsat prep now #but yee here we are

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fangirling-throughlife · 4 years

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So close, and still so far

Word count: 2517 words.

A/N. This is the first non-academic thing I’ve written in a year or so, so it might not be the best. Inspired by the song So Close by Jon McLaughlin and one of my favourite movie scenes ever, the dancing scene in Enchanted with Amy Adams, Patrick Dempsey, Idina Menzel and James Marsden. Comments are appreciated!!

“Peter Moore and Ella Lewis invite you to their engagement party, on Saturday 22nd August.”

It shouldn’t be a surprise, as Brian had told him about the engagement, but having the invitation in his hand made his heart stop. Peter and Ella had been a couple, The Couple of their group, ever since their high school senior year. Now that they both had graduated college, it was the logical next step. After all, Ella and Peter complemented each other. She was as organised as he was playful, she was as logical as he was spontaneous. They were the power couple, and they were so absolutely right for each other that it made no sense to avoid the unavoidable.

Still, Shawn’s mouth went dry, and for a moment he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. His best friend in the world was getting married. The person who knew everything about him, his rock, his muse. The girl he’d written every single song about. The love songs, the heartbreak songs and the hopeful songs. His world revolved around Ella Lewis, and she would never know it did.

As if life were mocking him, he heard his phone ring with the sound of her favourite song, Everything I Do by Bryan Adams. Shawn had to swallow twice before he was sure he’d sound normal.

“Hey there!” he tried to sound as cheerful as possible.

“Hi, Shawnie! I was wondering if you’d got the invitation, because almost everybody replied and you didn’t.” she sounded excited. Of course she did. She had just graduated top of her class, and now she was organising a party to celebrate her engagement to the love of her life.

“Yeah, just got it. I was about to call Andrew to ask if there was any problem with me going.” He lied. He knew that, in the writing process, he was mostly the one who organised his own schedule, so he could free that day without any problem. But he wanted to seem busy, for some stupid reason.

“Uh… Alright, I guess?” He could picture her nibbling her lower lip. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, but couldn’t you try and get the day off? It’s pretty important for us, and all our friends are gonna be there, and…” She was pacing now, he could hear her footsteps down the stairs. He was being cruel, he knew that. But he couldn’t tell her that he’d leave everything just to make her happy. He didn’t have a partner, and music was all he had. She couldn’t know she came first.

“I’ll talk to him, I promise.” He heard her low hum, and the click of a pen. “So, anyways, congratulations! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me though.” A text would’ve been nice, he added mentally. Just so he could prepare himself for the gruesome conversation that they were having.

“Well, yeah. I’ve been busy with some paperwork, and my final project and stuff, so I’ve been a bit out of it. This is honestly the first day I’m fully invested in this, so call yourself lucky that you’ve been the very first person I thought of!” Against his own judgement, his heart sped up, but the little mean voice in his head reminded him that she thought of him while organising her engagement party. He knew he was being ridiculous letting his hopes up.

“Lucky me!” He forced a chuckle. “By the way, congratulations on your graduation. I have no clue what your final project was about but I heard the guys say it was ground-breaking.” He tried to steer away the conversation from the invitation on his table.

“Oh, thanks! It wasn’t that big of a deal, truth to be told. Sheldon Cooper would’ve totally mocked me.” He rolled his eyes. There was no real person to criticise her work, so she went to fictional characters. “By the way, are you bringing a plus one? Camila, perhaps? Haven’t seen her in ages.”

Hearing her mention Camila felt like he’d been punched in the stomach.

“Um, I’ll have to get back to you about that. I don’t think she’ll be able to make it, though.”

“Erm… Okay, I guess? I mean, it’s not a big party, or anything. But I wanted to have it…”

“Controlled.” Shawn interrupted her.

“Well, yeah it comes down to that.” She giggled. “Hey, I’ve got to go. Peter’s family is coming over to have lunch, I’ve got to go check on him in the kitchen. Love you!”

“Love you too!” If only she knew how true that was, he sighed as he heard that she’d hung up.

Ella was a very dedicated person. Whenever she had an interest, or a plan or a goal, she was invested a 100%. Her engagement party was no different. That was the reason why she didn’t reach out to Shawn in the month prior to the party. She spoke to Vanessa, her maid of honour, and to Brian, who would be Peter’s best man, but her interactions with Shawn went no further than a couple of texts to check up on each other every couple days. He seemed busy, he never said much. Honestly, she was busy as well, so she didn’t dwell on it. That went on until three days before the party, at 2 a.m.

She would be lying if she said he woke her up. Her body wasn’t used to her new-found freedom, so she couldn’t sleep until past 2 or 3 in the morning. She spent those late hours, when Peter was already asleep, reading scientific papers, reading books or playing the keyboard. After spending so many late nights working on papers and studying, she felt like her mind was the sharpest when the world was asleep. And, suddenly, after almost a month of silence, Shawn was calling her.

“Hey, what’s up?” She asks. Being friends with Shawn for years, she knew that this could very easily be a breakdown. She closed the door of her study room so she didn’t wake Peter.

“I love you, you know that?” It was very clear that he was drunk. Very drunk.

“Of course I do, Shawnie.” Ella could hear him open a bottle of something, then knocking something over, and taking a big gulp. “Is that why you’re calling me? I’m not mad or anything, I was reading. But… do you know what time it is?”

Her words seemed to get lost and never reach the other side of the line. “You know, Kid in Love is actually about you. And so is Never Be Alone. And Imagination.” She was startled. She knew he had a crush on someone in their friend group, but she never imagined it was her.

“So… It was me you had a crush on in junior year?”

“And so are Because I Had You, and If I Can’t Have You, and Mercy…” He lost track of his own train of thought, because he went silent.

“Are you really saying you’re in love with me, Shawn?” Those words were difficult to speak out. He couldn’t do that to her.

“Do you remember when I was just the Vine kid and we were sitting in my room looking for a song to cover? And we kinda jammed to Everything I Do? I tried to tell you then. And when I got drunk for the first time because of just one beer and I kissed you? You started dating Peter a week later and I brushed it off.” Every word Shawn said felt like a dagger directed to her heart. Tears were threatening to fall, and she let out a silent sob. “It has always been you. You're with somebody I can't be. But I can tell that you're happy.” He started singing. “I know you and Peter are a perfect match, don’t worry. But I needed to get this out of my system, you know?”

At that point, she couldn’t hide the fact that she was crying. And Shawn heard her ragged breathing, which seemed to sober him up.

“Oh, El. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so, very deeply sorry.” He started crying as well. “I’m such an idiot. I’ve kept it to myself for so many years, and I tell you now. I understand if you don’t want to see me ever again, if you hate me now. Oh my god, El. I hate myself so much now.”

As much pain as he was causing her, he was still her Shawn, her younger brother from another mother (by six exact months, she reminded him continuously). She had had a crush on him for a few months, back when he was writing Handwritten. Now she knew that those songs she hoped he wrote for her were actually about her. Knowing it didn’t change anything though. She was wearing Peter’s ring, because she was in love with him, because they balanced each other out. While Ella considered Shawn to be her little brother, Peter was her best friend, her soulmate.

“It’s okay, Shawn. I’m just shocked… Why… why would you keep that from me?”

“I’m so stupid, I was nervous you’d make fun of me and hate me. It’s okay if you do now. I mean, not okay, obviously, but I’d understand.” Another sob escaped his mouth.

“Shawn, I don’t hate you. You’re… you’re like my little brother. I just wish you would’ve told me sooner. I could’ve helped you get over me.” She let out a sad chuckle. “We’ll see if some of my friends from uni is your perfect match at the party, okay?”

Shawn couldn’t believe his luck. He was so drunk he wouldn’t remember any of it in the morning, yet she wasn’t mad at him. Peter could never know what jewel of a person he was marrying. What Shawn didn’t notice was that he was thinking out loud.

“If his words are any pointer to go by, he knows.” This time, her laugh was genuine. “Shawnie, go to bed. Sleep this off. I’ll see you at the party, okay? I… I’ll see you.”

Ella couldn’t bring herself to tell him she loved him. She honestly did, but it felt wrong to say it, now that he’d said he was IN love with her.

She looked at the clock. Half past two. The crying had been very tiresome, so she’d give sleeping a go. She entered the room on her tiptoes, but somehow, Peter sensed her coming in.

“Love… what’s the matter? I’ve heard you crying.” He sounded worried.

She didn’t even give it a second thought. The conversation between Shawn and her would remain private. Peter didn’t need to know. Hell, she wasn’t even sure Shawn would remember in the morning.

“It’s nothing. I was watching kitten videos.” She mentally facepalmed. It was probably the lamest excuse she’d ever given. But Peter just shrugged, patted on the bed and snuggled into her neck as soon as she laid down. “I love you.” Ella whispered. Peter was already sleeping, because he answered with a hum, just one beat too late.

On the day of the party, everything was perfect. Ella had organised it, so nobody was surprised. Everything, from the pins in her hair till the wine that was served, had been handpicked and controlled. She was a quantum physicist, after all. She liked details and perfection. The guests started to arrive with gifts, and she greeted them all like a perfect hostess. Peter was chatting with his grandmother when she saw a familiar set of curls by the open door. The smile on his face as he approached her could mean two things: he had let go of the whole situation or, most probably, he had forgotten all about it.

“Hey, El. Nice party.” He greeted her with a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks, Shawn. Peter’s over there,” she pointed to him “and the rest of the group are somewhere inside. Probably close to the snacks.” She chuckled. “I’ll catch you guys later.” With that, she turned to greet her cousin and her nephew. “Hi! Thanks for coming.”

Even though Ella enjoyed being the perfect hostess, half an hour later her mouth was so dry she needed a glass of something. When she approached the table, Shawn was pouring himself a glass of white wine. “I’ll have one of those as well, Shawn.” She half asked-half demanded. He nodded, acknowledging her words, and gave her his new glass. It wasn’t until he was done pouring a second glass that he looked at her.

“Look, El. I’m sorry about anything I said last Wednesday. I don’t remember all of it, but I’m pretty sure it included me confessing you my…” Ella quickly cut him off.

“It’s alright. I’ve thought about it and, honestly, I feel sorrier for you, for not being able to help you, than for the situation.” Shawn nodded solemnly.

“So… water under the bridge?” Instead of answering, Ella simply hugged him, and she felt Shawn’s chest relaxing.

Ella closed her eyes, happy that they had finally made amends. Suddenly, she felt Shawn humming a song that sounded familiar. She focused on the music that played softly from the stereo. So Close by Jon McLaughlin. She hadn’t realised that it was still on the playlist. She loved the song, but it didn’t seem suitable for an engagement party.

So close to reaching that famous happy end. Almost believing this one's not pretend. Now you're beside me, and look how far we've come. So far, we are so close.

Just like in the movie, her favourite movie, he whispered the words in her ear. They weren’t dancing though, just merely swaying in place.

Ella felt sorry for Shawn. She didn’t understand how she could have missed the song when she was grooming the playlist to engagement party-appropriate songs. She hoped Shawn didn’t take it to heart. He was still her best friend, and she hoped that nothing would ever change that.

For Shawn, hearing that song, at that exact moment, was bittersweet. Somehow fitting. He was saying goodbye to the love of his life, who considered him a brother, who was marrying the love of her life. He was holding her close; he could pretend for a moment that he was hers. But he knew it was a lie, a hopeful thought. He would always love her; he would always be there for her.

As the final chord of the song died out and something else, much happier, started to sound, they started to become aware of their surroundings again. They let go of each other, and they smiled as they looked into each other’s eyes.

“I love you, Shawnie.” “I love you, El.”

They both walked towards their friends, sharing a secret that nobody knew. Ella’s eyes were gentle, and her laugh was genuine, and nothing had changed between them. And Shawn knew that was the first step to heal. His smile was bright, and he was having fun. Ella decided to let him be. She’d tell him they were moving some other day.

#shawn mendes angst #shawn mendes #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes fluff #so close #enchanted #shawn mendes imagine

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jacksonroseroth · 4 years

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Waste Love Chapter 6

A/N: I told you it would be up before the end of the year :P Sorry this took me so long, thanks for being patient! <3 I hope you guys like this chapter! Ch7 probably won’t be up until WELL after the new year, I’m aiming for before Feb...We’ll see. ENJOY!

Warnings: Arguments/fighting, swearing, weed usage

Words:4,834

Moodboard by the ever amazing and constant awesome person @badwolf-in-the-impala, none of the pictures are ours

Previous Chapter

The next morning, with only Slim aware that something had happened in Colson’s room, everyone got up and got ready for their day off. Slim avoided Jersey as best he could without drawing attention to it. Jersey and Colson managed to miss each other the entire morning, until Jersey popped out of the bathroom as Colson reached for the handle, unaware it was occupied. When the door slid open, Colson stopped and jumped a little, giving a chuckle before he saw Jersey walk out. His smile dropped quickly as she looked up at him. While she was initially startled by him, she quickly realized she didn’t know how to feel or act toward him after the night before.

She was 100% crossed, but her high was stronger than her buzz, so she was able to remember everything from that night. She watched Colson’s face, trying to find how she should react, but when he didn’t miss a beat, it threw her off. He gave her a half-smile and said, “Jesus, Sav. We gotta put a bell on you.”

Jersey stepped out of the bathroom and Colson chuckled again before walking in and shutting the door. She stood there for a moment, a little stunned, chewing her lip trying to figure out how to approach him to talk to him about last night. She didn’t have to wonder long. The boys all gathered either outside the bus or up in front, leaving Jersey and Colson as the last two in the bunks. Jersey went to her bunk and tossed her dirty clothes into a bag, stuffing it back under her bunk, and grabbed a pair of sandals to slip them on. As she did, the bathroom door opened again and she turned.

“Hey. Colson. Wait up.” Jersey said, catching his arm, half using him as balance as she pulled on her other sandal. Colson turned, stopping when he felt her grip his arm. He glanced down at her hand, then over to her, taking her hand and holding her upright. “Thanks. Um...Can I talk to you?”

“About what? What happened?” He asked. The question made Jersey stop for a moment, studying him before she went on to say, “Um, about last night-”

“Oh. Yeah. Well, it didn’t mean anything, right?” Colson asked, with a shrug. Jersey blinked, her face rushing through a series of emotions as she struggled to force a smile and said, “R-Right. I-Yeah, I-I figured, but I wanted to...You know, talk to you to make sure...We...We were drunk…”

“Yeah. And high. We used protection…” He gave another shrug and said, “So, there’s nothing to talk about...Unless you’re worried about Rook?”

Inside, Jersey was screaming. While she had the conversation planned out in her head, what she would say if Colson did take that night to mean something, what her answer would have been in response, nothing was going to that plan. Not while Colson continued to be so nonchalant about it. But she was having the conversation, which is what she wanted in the first place. Taking a breath, she forced a wider smile and nodded, saying, “Yeah. I don’t want him to hear about it and flip out. You know? And it jeopardizes-”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Colson chuckled, holding up his hands for a moment. then touching her arm. “Savie, you don’t have to explain yourself. I get it. Rook would beat my ass if he found out. I’d probably lose a drummer, or I’d lose you as a photographer. Or both.”

A corner of his mouth lifted in a smile and he added, “I won’t tell Rook. Promise.” He held out his pinky to her and chuckled. Jersey couldn’t help but smile and link her pinky with his and said, “Promise.”

He smiled and kissed her cheek before passing her to walk off the bus, leaving Jersey to lean against her bunk, huffing out a soft sigh. She chewed her lip as her thoughts sorted themselves out before she finally pushed herself off and strode off the bus. Jersey knew she had to set it all aside, especially if Colson was going to. So she bounced off the bus and over to Rook, kissing his cheek and making him chuckle as he put his arm around her.

“Damn. You’re not hungover at all.” Rook teased her, giving her side a small squeeze. Jersey giggled and shrugged.

“You seem to forget my mother is Irish,” Jersey said in a sweet voice. The group laughed while Rook mocked her and rolled his eyes, soon smirking and chuckling along as well. Jersey giggled, softly, and glanced around as she scrunched her nose at them, then said, “So, what’s the plan today?”

“We’re gonna check out the venue. Uh, we got a few interviews for radio stations and shit.” Slim said, pulling out his phone to scroll through the schedule. Colson stepped in and added, “We should have some time to grab a bite somewhere and I think we’re going to a club tonight.”

“Hey, where were we gonna stop to get some green?” Rook asked, nudging Baze to nudge Slim.

“Uh, I found some places nearby. We’re gonna stop after the interviews I think.” Slim replied, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

“Where’s this first place at, Slim?” Colson asked, turning to him. Slim pointed across the street and Colson smirked and nodded before they crossed the street.

The day blew by pretty quickly. Since Jersey wasn’t particularly needed for the interviews and easily moved around the stage while the guys checked out their set up, doing a quick soundcheck, she mainly spent the day hanging back with the guys and smoked steadily throughout the day, taking a few hits here and a few drinks there, as well. She was pleasantly high by the time they got back to the bus to get ready for the night.

Not wanting to be too dressed up, but at least look nice, Jersey wore a pair of black pants and sandals, accompanied by a maroon, puffy-sleeved crop top with a black strapless bra. She gave a little beach wave to her hair before lining her eyes in black, with a little mascara. As she clasped a necklace around her neck and tugged on a bracelet, she stopped, staring at the ring on her right hand and sighed. No one had seemed to mention it all day, but she caught Colson checking to see if she was wearing it more than once that day. She was utterly baffled by this man and his actions. While she knew the meaning of the ring, it was Colson’s meaning behind the gift that she questioned, especially after the last 24 hours. She ultimately decided to leave it, grabbed her clutch and shoved her phone and wallet into it before walking out to the front.

“Hey. Are we taking shots or what? What’s going on?” Jersey teased, bumping Slim’s hip lightly as he mixed a drink. He chuckled and glanced at her before making one for her.

“No shots right now. We’re waiting for, uh, Rook’s in the shower, Baze is outside smoking a cig...I think AJ’s on the phone, and Colson is getting dressed.” Slim said, quickly doing the math and adding a few extra names. Jersey giggled and leaned on the counter next to him and said, “So, we’re waiting on JP and Kells?”

“Glad nothing is changing?” Slim laughed. Jersey chuckled and took a sip of her drink. Both of them went silent, Jersey listening for anyone that could interrupt her conversation. When she decided it was quiet enough, she looked at Slim and said, “Slim, about last night--Don’t fucking cut me off. Everyone is doing that lately and it’s pissing me off.”

Slim snapped his mouth shut when Jersey gave him a fierce look. He gave her a small nod to continue, which she did. “I just…” She paused for a moment and sighed. “What exactly did you...See? Hear?”

“Listen. Jersey, I-I don’t know what’s going on with y’all--You’re one way with Colson...Then weird around Baze like you like him? And then you come out of Colson’s room--I-It’s more to do with Colson than you, babe. If I’m honest.” Slim said. Jersey blinked and tilted her head. At the gesture, Slim froze, suddenly realizing Colson still hadn’t said a damn thing to this girl about his feelings. Nevertheless, Jersey asked, “What do you mean? What’s going on with Colson? About me?”

“Nothing. Nothing, I only know that him and Rook are close. So...You know, I don’t want him to have made it seem like one way to you and then hurt you. I mean, you know Rook’s overprotective when it comes to you. Especially with us.” Slim gave a soft chuckle, trying to play it off. Jersey seemed to buy it but was still a little iffy about it. But she didn’t have time to pry as Baze and AJ climbed back onto the bus. Jersey glanced at them before burying her nose in her drink, turning around to grab a handful of Skittles and munch on them as she passed the boys, going to sit in the booth.

It was another 45 minutes before Rook was finally out, dressed and ready. They all took shots before they headed out and around the corner to the club. Jersey stuck by Rook, at least until they got into the club. Once they made it to their section, Rook and Slim invited some more people over and she began dancing with the girls. Jersey partied hard, mainly dancing and smoking, for a solid 2 hours. After leaving the girls about 2 songs in, she migrated over to Rook and Baze a number of times, dancing with them.

Colson glanced at them as he took another shot. She had made two rounds already, coming back to them after dancing and talking with AJ and Slim. He watched Jersey’s hand link with Baze’s, her other fingers hooking into his waistband, lightly. Baze smirked and moved a little closer with a smirk on his face. Colson finally looked away when he saw Jersey turn in his direction.

As quick as he turned his head, Jersey was still able to catch a glimpse of an annoyed look on his face as he looked away. Seeing it in her altered state flipped a switch and the annoyance that left her that morning now returned. She sighed and pulled away from Baze, stopping by Rook to tell him she needed some air, and as she crossed their section she cast a brief glare at Colson as she passed.

“Hey! Jersey!” Colson called after her. When she didn’t turn, Colson sighed and went after her.

Jersey burst out the front door of the club and gasped, inhaling the cool air and pushing a hand through her hair. She took a few steps then looked around to gather her senses. When she turned and began to walk back to the bus, she heard the doors burst open again and Colson calling her name, but she brushed it off.

“Jersey! Hey!” Colson called, hustling down the street and grabbing her arm, gently. “Jersey, what the fuck? You can’t just leave like that without someone with you!”

“Don’t touch me, Colson.” She said, calmly, pulling her arm away. Colson blinked and stopped in his tracks for a second before catching up with her again.

“Jersey, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Colson asked, following her onto the bus. Jersey turned on him, stumbling a little and said, “You’re the one with the problem, Colson. You said last night was nothing! I’ve seen you watching me all day! Then you get annoyed that I’m dancing with Baze?!”

“You’ve lost your fucking mind. Annoyed?”

“Don’t bullshit me, Colson! I know you! I know what you looked like when you’re annoyed!” She shook her head and said, “That’s not the point! You said last night meant nothing!”

“It. Didn’t! We were drunk! We were high! That’s all!” Colson shouted.

“That’s bullshit! It didn’t feel like it mean nothing!” And you’ve been avoided being near me all day!” Jersey shouted back. “In vino veritas, Colson! You’re more truthful when you’re drunk! Last night wasn’t nothing! You’ve never touched me like that before!”

Colson rushed at her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. His hand flew up to cup her cheek as his lips flew to hers, kissing her deeply. Jersey gasped when he grabbed her but then clung to him as she kissed him back. Colson walked her back until she hit the wall. Bracing both hands on the wall, Colson broke the kiss and stared down at her. Panting softly, Jersey slowly opened her eyes and blinked up at him, confused.

“It didn’t mean anything, Jersey. Just like this doesn’t.” He said, gently. “I love you, but...I-It’s not like that. I’m sorry if I made it seem different. Sometimes...I do stupid shit. I make mistakes...I never wanted to hurt you.”

Jersey bit her lip and inhaled sharply, trying to find her words. When she continued to struggle, Colson furrowed his brows in concern and asked, “Are we going to be okay? I don’t want things to change between us now.”

Jersey sniffled a little, trying not to get so emotional as she said, “Y-Yeah. We-We’ll be fine. We just can’t let that happen again.” Jersey looked up at him and lifted a hand to touch his cheek. Colson caught it and lightly kissed her fingers as he stepped away and dropped her hand.

“Good. Then we’ll be just fine.” He said. He cleared his throat and added, “Uh, I’m gonna go lay down. Um...Let the guys know when they get back for me?”

Colson didn’t wait to see her nod as he turned and headed back to his room. Jersey bit her lip and pushed a hand into her hair as she watched him walk away. A soft whimper escaped her lips and a stray tear trickled down her cheek. She sighed, softly, and sat on the couch, pulling out her phone to call Rosie.

Jersey didn’t have long to talk to her friend, at most the call was 45 minutes long. Once she heard familiar voices outside the bus, she quickly ended the call and went to her bunk to hide while her eyes cleared and the tears were wiped away. She was so torn and confused by everything and being drunk and high didn’t help with her emotions. She had the forethought to wipe her make up off before Rook came to check on her, not seeing her in the front but knowing that she had left, he was a little worried.

He was still drunk, so even seeing the closed bunk and as much as he tried and wanted to be a little gentler in case she was asleep, the knock was loud and sloppy as was his call of, “Jers? Babe, you okay? You asleep?”

Jersey sighed and rolled over, sliding the door open. “If I was, I’m not anymore.” She said, slipping out of the bunk. Rook chuckled and slid an arm around her as she leaned against him and sighed. Rook raised an eyebrow at her and asked, “Jers, are you sure you’re okay? Colson took off after you, did he say something? I’ll bust his door down now if he fucking made you cry.”

Jersey gave him a look and said, “Down, boy.” With a giggle, she added, “He didn’t do anything. I think I just got a little too drunk and not high enough.”

Rook sighed and pulled her closer as they walked down the hall and said, “In your feelings again? Shit, girl, you’re gonna drive yourself crazy doing that one day.”

In response, Jersey snorted and said, with a chuckle, “Why do you think I hang out with y’all? I’m already crazy.”

Rook laughed as they walked out to join the guys, who already had more drinks in their hands and passing around joints. Soon after Rook brought Jersey from her bunk, Colson emerged from his room, throwing himself into the commotion and craziness. Thankfully, none of the guys seemed to notice that Colson and Jersey kept their distance from each other the whole night. It was due, in part, to the fact that they still laughed and talked with each other, but they made sure they were apart from one another. The tension only existed between the two of them and neither wanted the rest to catch on and start asking questions. They were in the middle of a tour and Colson had a job to do, so did Jersey. One she wasn't going to risk jeopardizing because of a stupid one nightstand. Whatever the conversation was that needed to happen wasn’t about to happen on this tour. Both Jersey and Colson forced it aside and kept going for the sake of the band.

Over the next week and a half, Jersey took her time on her off days with her pictures. She didn’t miss going out with the boys much because the timing worked out so she was able to FaceTime with Rosie until they came back and the bus chugged onto the next location. When they all had a day break in between shows, Jersey was now content with splitting off from the group and exploring the cities they were in, with a bodyguard ever vigilant at her side. While Colson was concerned that she suddenly stopped doing things with them, he didn’t question her not wanting to risk another fight like they had in Zurich, but this time not alone. He made sure to keep in touch with whichever bodyguard went with her to make sure she was okay, if only for his sanity. That and the fact she almost never told Rook where she would be going and Colson needed his drummer in the right headspace.

Jersey got a small reprieve when Rosie showed up in Hamburg for the show, the pair taking the full next day to hang out, explore, and catch up on things. She stayed for the Copenhagen show, even though Jersey worked that night, but they savored every minute afterward before they had to part ways; Rosie heading back home as Jersey and the band headed out on a 12-hour boat ride to Oslo.

“What are you doing, Smirky?” Jersey walked up the stairs and found Rook curled up with his phone, smirking at the screen. She had a pretty good idea who, or what, was making him smile like that. Rosie and Rook had mysteriously disappeared for a good hour after the show in Denmark and, while they thought they had a minute alone, Jersey quickly hid herself when she walked onto the bus to fetch her friend and found Rook and Rosie in a passionate embrace. She stayed long enough to make sure it was Rosie, confirming it when she came up for air, then quickly high tailed it off the bus, snickering. “Come on, JP, show me what you and Rosie are talking about.” She teased, reaching for his phone.

“Fuck off!” Rook laughed, locking his phone and shoving it into his pocket.

“Oh, like I won’t go in there.” Jersey giggled. Rook looked at her and smirked.

“How do you know I was talking to Rosie anyway?” Rook asked. Jersey rolled her eyes and said, “Because she stopped texting me mid-conversation. She doesn’t do that for just anyone.”

Though Rook tried to play it off and act cool, his cheeks tinted pink and his almost giddy smile didn’t waver from his lips. “We’re just talking, Jers, chill.” Rook chuckled, pulling his phone out again to continue texting. Jersey rolled her eyes and said, “Yeah. You can say that about my friends, but when it comes to your friends-”

“What about my friends?” Rook asked, his smirk suddenly wiped off his face. He watched his cousin closely as she glanced at him.

“Nothing. I’m just saying, you make a big deal about how they’d better not touch me.” Jersey said. She gave him a look and added, “Double standard much?”

Rook scoffed and said, “Please. Rosie won’t use me just because we’re on tour and then break my heart...They might.”

Jersey rolled her eyes and sighed, glancing away. She chewed her lip and tried to keep her anxiety from bubbling up as the events of her birthday ran through her mind. After a little too much silence, Rook looked up at her and said, “What? Has one of them done something? Who was it? Baze? Kells? I know it wasn’t AJ.”

“Oh, my God. Rookie. Chill out.” Jersey said, looking at him and chuckling. “No. They didn’t. They’ve been perfect gentlemen.”

“Sav, the minute-” Jersey stood, cutting him off, then said, “JP, calm your dick. If something had happened, don’t you think you’d have heard about it by now?”

Rook eyed her and said, “Yeah, I guess...Jersey, I just don’t want you getting hurt, babe. I don’t want to have to punch out one of my brothers.”

“Then calm your anger about it.” She giggled. She quickly reached over and ruffled his hair, shuffling away as he tried to swat at her. He watched her go back to the stairs and called, “Where are you going?”

“It’s a 12-hour ride, Rook. I’m getting some fucking sleep. This time change is fucking me up.” Jersey said with a giggle. She reached the top of the stairs then stopped, turning back to Rook to call, “When there’s food, come wake me up.”

“No promises!” Rook called back with a laugh, going back to his phone and his smirk returning to his face. Jersey held up her arm to flip him off as she walked back down the stairs and to her bunk.

Thankfully, Jersey was able to get a bunk to herself and didn’t share it with any of the guys. She made her way through the boat, running into Slim and AJ and talking for a bit, then finally collapsed on her bed with a sigh. She laid there for a moment before she groaned, the sudden reminding thought that she had to clean up her bunk an unwelcome intrusion, then pushed herself up and started packing her things away. Within the first 4 hours, she locked herself in her bunk as she went through the almost 3,000 pictures she had gotten from the previous show in Denmark. Three memory cards and two battery changes, Copenhagen was a hell of a show for her, resulting in a very restless 4 hours where Jersey had to force herself to sit and edit, with a few breaks every now and then. During those breaks, Jersey made a mental account of what clean clothes she had left and what needed to be washed when they reached Finland.

As she finished packing her clothes away, a knock sounded on her door. “Yeah?” She called, not turning until she had zipped up the last bag and the door opened. She smirked when she saw Baze walk in and shut the door with a smirk. “Hey. What are you doing here?”

Jersey turned back to her bags to pile them in the corner before turning to him again. When she did, Baze pulled her closer and kissed her slowly. Jersey giggled into the kiss, slowly sliding her arms around his neck as he slid around her waist. When Baze broke the kiss Jersey asked with a soft giggle, “What was that for?”

“I missed you,” Baze said before kissing her again then traveling down her neck. Jersey giggled and threaded a hand through his long hair.

“I thought we were gonna do our own thing?” Jersey asked softly. As much as Baze missed being with Jersey, she did as well. But the desire to not get caught by anyone, much less Rook, was stronger. Her lips twisted into a smirk as she added, “I’ve seen you with a few girls.”

Baze chuckled and stood straighter to look down at her as he said, “Yeah. But it didn’t go far.”

“Making out?” She teased. “You’re not that slick.”

Baze chuckled and shrugged. “I’ve seen you with a couple guys at the club.” he teased back. “Nothing panned out?”

Jersey rolled her eyes and snorted. “Ya. They were all natives that just wanted the experience of an American girl, as they put it.” She said. They both laughed then Baze kissed her again. Jersey kissed him back, but briefly. She soon pulled away and pushed at him gently as she giggled and said, “Stop it! Someone is gonna catch us and it will be our bad luck it’s Rook.”

“Nah, Rook’s glued to his phone somewhere. He hasn’t stopped texting whoever since we left Denmark.” Baze said. Jersey snickered and said, “It’s because he and Rosie became quite close.”

Baze laughed and said, “Seriously?! Ha! Well, it’s about time that kid settled down.”

“My thoughts,” Jersey said, pulling from his grasp. “But he does have a short attention span and I’d rather wait until after tour to do this?”

Jersey smirked as Baze let out a soft, disappointing groan and his hands slowly trailed along her waist before dropping as she moved away. “I know. I’m just used to finding time to be with you. I have needs you know.” He teased, looking her over with a smirk. Jersey snickered and said, “Needs you should have no problem taking care of yourself until we’re off tour, no?”

“Shit, that only lasts so long, baby.” Baze chuckled, stepping up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. He nuzzled her neck as he added, “Thank God, this tour is almost over.”

Jersey turned to him and giggled, tugging at his collar to pull him closer for a final, deep kiss. With a soft whimper, Jersey pulled away and said, “Baby, the feeling is mutual. Trust me.”

Baze smirked and chanced another kiss before Jersey giggled and pushed him toward the door. “Go, Baze.” She giggled. Baze snickered and caught her hand, kissing the back of it before he smirked again and slipped out of her room. Jersey bit her lip and sighed as she climbed into her bunk and quickly fell asleep.

After what seemed like the rest of the 8-hour ride, Jersey was jolted awake by loud knocking at her door. She gasped and sat up, looking around to gather her bearings before she sighed, laying back down as she called, “Come in.”

The door cracked open and Jersey sat up again after she looked to see who poked in. “Colson. Hey. What’s up?” She asked, rather surprised. He gave her a soft smile and opened the door fully.

“Hey. Sorry, were you sleeping?” He asked. Jersey couldn’t help but yawn as she nodded and said, “I was. What’s up?”

Colson chuckled and said, “Sorry. Uh, there’s food if you’re hungry.”

Jersey sighed, happily, and smiled as she climbed out of her bunk. “Yes. Thank fuck.” She chuckled. She stretched and sighed, glancing out the window before she asked, “How much longer till we dock?”

“Uh--” Colson pulled out his phone, checking the time, then said, “About 7 more hours.”

Jersey groaned and said, “I was only asleep for an hour? Fucking kill me, please.” She whined, softly, before walking out with Colson, both of them heading back up the stairs. “Where’s Rook? He was supposed to get me if there was food...Ass.”

Both Jersey and Colson chuckled before Colson said, “Actually, he sent me down to get you. He said the same thing and asked if I’d find out where you were...He said you weren’t answering your phone.”

Jersey quickly patted herself down before she pulled out her phone and unlocked it. She snickered and said, “Oops. I have it on Do Not Disturb. I forgot-Hey, look! I’ve got missed calls and texts.”

“Gee. I wonder who they’re from?” Colson teased. Jersey chuckled and shoved her phone back into her pocket as they reached the kitchen where the rest of the band and crew sat, eating happily. Jersey smiled and skipped over to Rook’s table, checking in with him before grabbing her own plate. Colson sat with Slim and a few of their crew but didn’t really listen to their conversation. He was in his own thoughts as he watched, what seemed like the table, but his eyes were on Jersey.

Ever since Germany, he waged a war inside himself. He didn’t want to anger Rook by pursuing her, though Rook would probably have his balls once he found out about Cologne, but over the last three weeks he came to a frightening realization; He was, and had been, in love with Jersey since they first started really hanging out together, 3 years ago.

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naivesilver · 4 years

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31, 56, 19, 78, 20, 16, 11, 12 , 10, 4, 1, 21, 36, 39. Sorry if this is too many 😅

Guys it’s NEVER too many you’re giving me the chance to talk nonstop about Sonic it’s the best thing that’s happened to me in days

also I had planned to answer them in the order you asked for but it was driving me crazy so I sorted them out thematically sorry alfhjkhljshja

I answered 1 here!

100 Sonic Questions

21.) Tell us a funny Sonic-related story.

This one comes from the depths of my very first months as a Sonic fan. Basically, I had watched Sonic X upon its first Italian release as a very very smol bean. By the time I got obsessed again in middle school, though, I had forgotten everything about it except a few shots from the Italian opening theme and ONE scene from a season three episode, where Sonic and Knuckles played chess on a spaceship and then Sonic began running around and fell into space.

The “friend” that had introduced me to the show again (not a nice person and source of about 25% of my trauma, I’m glad to say I haven’t seen her in years) didn’t believe me and accused me of lying. Repeatedly. Unkindly. For months. How could such a stupid scene be in such an amazing cartoon? I must be trying to fuck with her.

Fast forward to the end of the year. I’m minding my business and I see a Facebook message from this friend, and another, and another. I click on it wondering what she’d be going ham over, and BAM. This girl had been watching Sonic AMVs on Youtube and had caught a glimpse of that scene at the beginning of a video and was fucking losing it over the fact that WOW, I HAD BEEN TELLING THE TRUTH ALL ALONG?!

Now, you have to understand that I wasn’t the kind of kid that swore, back then. I had been brought up to think that swear words would send you to hell straight away. And while not a delicate little flower, I was much, much cuter and more proper than I am now because I couldn’t live out my butch dreams quite yet. But I needed to express all the frustration gathered in those months.

So please imagine this baby-faced, straight A student 13yo wait for her friend in front of their school and bellow at the top of her lungs “BITCH, WHAT DID I FUCKING TELL YOU?”

I still remember that scene fondly, though.

31.) Tell us a Sonic-related story that will give us feels.

Related to the experience I just mentioned, the problem I had in my first years in this fandom was that this person who had dragged me into it was obsessed with the thought that people would mock us for it. She said it was for kids, and when she got over it she gave me shit for clinging to my passion while she’d “grown up”, and she had me enjoy Sonic in secret and yelled at me for saying anything even vaguely related out loud where other people could hear us.

It got into my head so much that for a long long time I didn’t dare share anything Sonic-adjacent on any social media, long past when I’d broke away from her. I thought no one would ever take me seriously again. I felt ashamed a lot.

It got better, though. Slowly, I broke out of my shell and started interacting with this amazing fandom, and I found lots of people who didn’t give a damn about what the world thought of their passion. And I know tons of wonderful people outside the fandom, too, friends who encourage me to talk about Sonic even though they don’t know anything about it. Chats where any mention of Sonic has someone saying “wait we must tag naivesilver into this she’ll love it”. It’s - it warms my heart every day. Tumblr is a shithole, but it helped me in feeling free to do what I love in the fandom that I love most.

Thank you. To everyone that got me through that, thank you. You have no idea how helpful you’ve been to me.

19.) Favorite soundtrack

KNOCK KNOCK IT’S FUCKING KNUCKLES

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20.) Least favorite soundtrack?

None I think???? There are some I don't listen to much, either because I haven't played the game or I just don't vibe with them, but there isn't any song that I particularly dislike. Almost all of them are genuine bops.

16.) (if you read fanfic) What are some fic tropes you love? Ones you hate?

FOUND FAMILY!!! Adoptive parents, siblings, friends taking care of each other, I want a shitton of fluff in my life. And kid!fic. I could read (and write!) kid!fic every day for the rest of my life and never get tired of it. That's why I enjoy Chaotix and Sonic Movie fics so much. Let's raise them boys well.

As for hating...I don't like high school AUs lmao I wrote one when I was younger but I never dared touch it again and I haven't read any Sonic one since 2014 at most. And most time travel fics. Sorry, Silver, I love you a fucking lot but time travel shenanigans are only funny in the two or three specific settings my mind lets me enjoy.

11.) Top five stages.

In no particular order:

-Press Garden (Mania)

-Casinopolis (Adventure)

-Casino Forest (Forces)

-Studiopolis (Mania)

Anddddd I haven't played much else so I'll have to get back to you on this ajshfkjfahlljha

12.) Worst five stages.

-IMPERIAL TOWER

-Jesus Christ I died 78 times in that stage alone

-I'm bad at being fast and not falling off stuff and it required me to do both at the same time

-Also the Shadow DLC levels. Fuck me up a bit more will you

56.) In your opinion, what’s the weirdest thing any character has ever said?

I'm a simple girl, I see this panel and I lose my shit

10.) What do you like best about your favorite animated adaptation?

I only finished my Sonic X rewatch yesterday and I’ve been meaning to make some final comments about it (tho it’d probably be me rambling at thin air bc I doubt I can say anything that hasn’t been already said over and over and over) but the most compelling thing for me is and always will be the music.

Don’t get me wrong, what I’ve seen of the OG Japanese version had wonderful, heartfelt music, but the upbeat themes I grew up with still have me vibing day in and day out. I can dance to the Italian opening sequence at any given moment - no, you know what, here it is. Watch it and feel the serotonin drip into your veins.

(Some people will come at me for this, but I didn’t watch this show in 2019-2020 to make an in-depth analysis about it. I did it to have a dance off while Knuckles beat up some robots.)

78.) Post a scene that always gives you feels.

Sonic 06:

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13yo me about to see her first ship torn apart:

4.) The last Sonic game you played is now your life. How awesome is this adventure gonna be?

Sonic Adventure - which means it’s a pretty cool life, unless it runs like SA does on my laptop and it turns slow and glitchy and grinds on my nerves even more

36.) C’mon now. How many ships do you have? :P

A FUCKING LOT my main ones are silvaze, vecpio and sonadow but I have many medium or small ones that I enjoy finding content for, like tikaze or knouge

39.) Which game is your golden standard?

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’m not the greatest game fan as in I’ve only been actively playing for the past 2/3 years. Before that it was just gameplays on Youtube, so you should not take my opinion into any account since it’s not very informed.

However there was something about Sonic and the Black Knight that just felt...new? Peculiar? I know jack shit about the technical side of gaming but I remember being extremely pumped every time I logged in to see more of it. I'd like to feel that again, when a new game drops.

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turning-dreams-into-chaos · 5 years

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Dopey

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Request: Hey! Can you do an Bellamy x Reader where Bellamy and the reader are best friends in the Ark and he realizes his feelings during the Ark dance? (Where Octavia doesn’t get arrested), super fluffy 💗💗

Requested by: @zaynkilam1

Post Date: 8-25-19

Paring: Bellamy Blake x Reader

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~Master List~

~Prompt List #1~

~Prompt List #2~

Open Requests for The 100

Your feet padded in the hallway as you raced towards your favorite place on this flying piece of metal. Bellamy Blake’s room. You were close with the Blake’s, you knew all about Octavia, Aurora loved you, and Bellamy was your best friend. They were practically your family for the for the past 10 years or so. Bellamy was the one you were closest with the most, he was almost always by your side and you by his. Sometimes whenever he was on guard duty you would head down hallways he was stationed at many times just to mess with him. You knew he was just finishing up his rounds right now and you had something you wanted to give Octavia.

You knocked on the Blake door, a secret knock you, Bell, and Octavia came up with when you were younger so Octavia knew she can open the door for you. It swung open as you dashed inside, wrapping your arms around her as you laughed.

“You know my brothers not here yet, right?” Octavia joked as you rolled your eyes.

“You know I don’t always just come here for him right?” You mocked as you tossed your bag at her. She knew your secret. You liked him. But she wasn’t gonna go blab on you. “Finally cleaned out my closet. Think there some things in there you could fit, O.” She gave you a smile as she dumped the bag on her bed, looking at a few cute tops you had. You helped her dig through the clothes, not noticing the door open behind you. Octavia on the other had seen her brother come into the room, putting a finger to his lips to tell her to keep quiet. She smirked as Bellamy got closer to you before wrapping his arms around your waist. You let out a slight shriek as he picked you up and spun you around a few times. Octavia had doubled over in laughter as Bellamy carefully put you down, only for you turn around and playfully smack his chest.

“What the hell Bellamy!” You yelled as he chuckled, looking down at you trying to suppress the smile on your face.

“Oh come on Princess. Can’t admit it wasn’t fun.” He jokes as you shake your head not realizing your hand was still pressed against his chest until Octavia fake coughed. You sucked in a breath, letting your hand fall as you turned around to face her. “You’ll never guess what’s about to happen.” Bellamy tells Octavia as you take a seat next to her, both of you looking up as Octavias face fell.

“I don’t want to hear about another moonrise when I know I’m never gonna get to see one!” She frowns as you wrap an arm around her and give Bellamy a sad smile. But he just shook his head.

“You’re gonna see one right now.” He says before pulling out a mask and explaining about the Unity Day masquerade ball. You knew about the ball but you always felt bad that Octavia couldn’t go so you always chose to stay in the room with her. But now you didn’t have to, Octavia was going out. Bellamy handed Octavia her mask before pulling out an identical one for you.

“My lady.” You let out a small laugh as you put the mask on your face, turning to grin at the happy girl next to you. Bellamy looked between you two, grabbing both of your hands before leading you out of the room and towards the window just outside. You all stood there, staring as the moon came up past the ark. Bellamy looked down at you, the moonlight shining in your eyes as he smiled. He felt his heart speed up a little before shaking the feeling away, turning towards his sister as she pulled his hand.

“Come on! I want to go to the dance!” She exclaimed as you laughed at her, following as she let go of Bellamy’s hand.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You questioned watching as Octavia entered into the teen filled party. Bellamy squeezed your hand causing you to look at him.

“It’ll be fine. She’s got a mask. And besides I’m on guard duty and you’re also here. She’ll be fine.” He slowly let go of your hand as he headed towards the back wall. You glanced around the room, feeling the rhythm of the music as you caught up with Octavia. She threw her arms around you as you both danced to the up beat music. Your hair was practically flying around at this point as you both threw your head back in laughter.

Bellamy felt like he was in a trance watching you. His eyes were glued to the smile on you and for the first time ever he felt like he was actually seeing you.

“You know I always thought you two would get together.” Zach, The guard to Bellamy’s left said. He was typically the one standing next to Bellamy on shifts where you came by to distract him. Bellamy turned to him, letting his eyes leave you for the first time that night. He tilted his head, telling Zach to keep taking. “I mean, you guys are like attached at the hip. I mean I actually don’t think I’ve ever seen Y/N not with you. Actually until last month I thought you and her were already a thing.” He admitted as Bellamy licked his lip in thought. He nodded his head, turning to look at you one last time before stepping closer to Zach.

“Why?” Zach smirked, knowing exactly why he thought that.

“Well, you tend to talk about her a lot. Anytime I mention someone close to me you would bring her up. I know I already said this but you and her are always together. And whenever she would visit you on shift you would completely lose focus and then whenever she left you had this dopey look on your face like you had a few minutes ago when you were staring at her.” He justified as he crossed his arms watching as Bellamy took in his words. Bellamy just furrowed his brows, giving the party a once over and letting his eyes linger on you for a few seconds.

“Dopey?” He asked as Zach chuckled, turning to face the crowd as Bellamy copies, making it look like they weren’t focused in the conversation instead of being guards.

“Yeah, dopey. You got it bad Blake.” He finishes as Bellamy lets the dopey smile, as Zach so elegantly put it, appear on his face as he watches you. Zach was right, Bellamy had it bad for you and he had to tell you.

“Hey Zach-“

“The DJ owes me a favor. You get one song free tonight Blake, don’t waste it.” He gives Bellamy a pat on the back as he makes his way to the DJ, asking him as nice as he could to play something slow.

You and Octavia continued to bounce around as if your lives depended on it as the music took a turn. The upbeat melody became soft as you and Octavia sighed in exhaustion. You looked around as boys and girls began partnering up. A kid around Octavias she had convinced her to dance and you smiled a little before a tap happened on your shoulder. You spun around seeing the blushing face of Bellamy.

“Can I have a dance Princess?” He asked bowing a little as he stuck his hand out. You giggled as you fake curtsied before resting your hand in Bellamy’s. His other hand came to rest on your hip as you placed your empty one his shoulder, pushing your bodies together and resting your head on his chest. Bellamy could swear his heart was going to beat out of his chest and he had no idea how in the world you couldn’t hear it. But the truth was, you could hear it and it made your stomach do flips as you closed your eyes and listened to the beat. Bellamy knew the song wasn’t going to last long and that he would have to head back to his post soon, so without much thinking he pulled you away from him enough to look into your eyes.

“I think I’m in love with you.” You felt like you couldn’t breathe at his words as he rubbed little circles on your hip.

“W-What?” Bellamy’s smile faltered a little but he pushed past his nerves, needing you to know how he felt.

“Well I said I think I’m in love with you but that was a lie because I know I’m in love with you.” He whispered as he leaned down closer to you enough for your foreheads to touch. You closed your eyes, letting the sounds of your breathing’s overtake the music before you bit your lip. He loved you. He just said he loved you. A second later your lips were pressed on his and he was kissing back. You pulled away to breathe for a second before Bellamy’s hand left yours to hold your chin, guiding you into another kiss as you both smiled into it. When you finally stopped kissing the music had turned back into an upbeat song, but neither Bellamy or you cared as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head.

“I’m in love with you too.” You admitted as Bellamy squeezed you tighter, causing you to giggle at the warmth. Bellamy looked up from you, catching Zach’s smirk as he tapped his wrist telling him it was time to come back. He slowly pulled away, letting you know he had to go back to work as you frowned. He leaned down for one last kiss before leaving you in the hands of his sister. The walk back to the wall was the worst but the view as he turned around was worth it. You and Octavia were talking and he knew O was teasing you by the blush on your cheeks. You shushed her before turning to Bellamy, a big smile on your lips and Bellamy felt his heart skip again.

“See there’s that smile again.” Zach joked as Bellamy turned to him, grinning as he shook his head.

“Shut up man.” He tried his best to sound intimidating but the smile on his face showed otherwise. His eyes were trained on you as you and Octavia continued your night dancing before Unity day ended. After events like these, where Bellamy was working and you hung out with Octavia, you typically spent the night in their place, and tonight was no different. The only thing was instead of sleeping on the bed with Octavia where you both kicked and messed with each other until you both laughed yourselves to sleep you ended up laying on Bellamy’s chest, falling asleep to the rhythm of his heart. Bellamy couldn’t help but watch the way your face softened as you slept, or the way you got extra cuddly whenever you shifted a little. He smiled as he let sleep take him as well, the dopey smile plastered on his face as he came to the conclusion for the second time that night. He did have it bad for you.

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Picture Perfect

Densi Holiday fic for @densi-mber Day 2 writing prompt: Decorating for Christmas. *Set in Season 3*

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Deeks grunted as soon as he heard a loud thud followed by Monty’s bark. Closing his eyes, he released a calming breath, trying to tamper down his building panic. Lifting himself from his prone position, he took a look down, his worst fears quickly being confirmed as soon as he saw the ladder he had used to climb to his roof laying flat on the ground. Christmas decorations half hanging from below the gutters, now discarded by the man that had just a few seconds ago been securing them to the roof.

Why did I decide to move to a house? Deeks wondered, not for the first time. This kind of thing never used to happen at his old apartment, of course, he had been spied on and subsequently shot while living there and that was undoubtedly worse, but that unfortunate incident had nothing to do with his current predicament so he quickly discarded the thought. After he had gone back home after his ordeal in the hospital, he had terminated his lease early, deciding to rent a small house instead. It was located in a nice neighborhood near the beach, a place that he usually wouldn’t be able to afford, but it had been in great need of renovation so he had managed to get a good deal for a half-year lease while the owners contracted the repairs for the following spring. Now, as he found himself stranded on his roof, the idea seemed terrible.

If Deeks had still been working for the LAPD he would have just jumped off the roof and blame whatever injuries he got on his undercover work, he doubted Bates would even care. That thought, however, was stopped as soon as he remembered that he worked for NCIS now, and Hetty would sure find out the truth about his injuries, and berate him for his foolishness, even if the house was a one-floor ranch.

Groaning audibly, Deeks took out his phone and began to dial, even as he continued bargaining within himself, considering the tradeoff between the humiliation that was sure to follow if he proceeded with the call against the physical pain that the fall could cause. Bruises and cuts heal over time and wouldn't compare to a lifetime of embarrassment, he tried to convince himself, but it was all futile, as his call was suddenly picked up.

“Hello.” The confused voice of his partner answered on the other end. “Deeks? Are you okay?” Kensi asked in confusion, not used to her still somewhat new partner calling during the weekends, but now on high alert after the shooting last spring.

“Hi, Kens, yes.” Deeks breathed out nervously, drawing a hand down his hair as he tried to calm himself. “Could you come over?”

“Why?” Kensi asked, in a tone that made Deeks easily picture the raise eyebrows that must have accompanied the question.

“I just need some help, that’s it.” Deeks said simply, not wanting to give her any details so she wouldn’t get the idea to show up with Callen and Sam too.

“Is everything okay?” Kensi just wanted to make sure.

“Yes, yes.” Deeks continued, still hating that he had even needed to call.

“Then it can wait til Monday.” Kensi said sure of herself, after all, tomorrow morning they would all see each other in the office.

Again a silent discussion followed, as Deeks considered the implications of spending the night on his roof. Maybe a neighbor would show up at some point and realize that he needed help, but on the other hand, he was new to the community and no one knew him yet, so they could consider him a home invader and shoot him on sight or call the LAPD, which would be a 100 times worse than Kensi coming to his rescue. He was already the butt of enough jokes at his old place of employment.

“This is time sensitive, Kens. I…” He trailed off.

“I will be there in 30 minutes.” Kensi said more out of curiosity than anything else, wanting to know what had prompted her so sure of himself partner to call asking for her help.

Deeks cursed to himself as the called was cut, telling himself that next year he would put two ladders and keep Monty inside. Hell, next year he would hang no lights at all. He then lowered himself back to the ground and continued with the lights, might as well, he thought drily.

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As promised a half hour later the hysterical laugh of his partner brought his attention away from the lights and back to the ground below. Kensi having just exited her SUV, instantly chuckling as she noticed her partner on the roof and the ladder on the ground, quickly understanding the time sensitivity of the matter.

“How are you doing up there, partner?” She asked cheerfully while she petted an excited Monty. “Need some help?"

Deeks groaned again and just nodded, too proud to speak the actual word.

“I can’t hear ya, Deeks.” Kensi said, clearly enjoying herself.

“Yes, Kensi. Can you please get up the ladder so I can get down.” Deeks finally admitted in a frustrated tone.

“And what’s in it for me?” Kensi smirked. “I was doing something very important and you interrupted me.”

“I wouldn’t consider a Top Model marathon very important.” Deeks said cheekily.

“I know you liked the show, so no reason to hide it, partner. And who says I wasn’t on a date?” She continued trying to rattle him.

Deeks just huffed out a laugh, but stayed quiet. “Can we move this conversation to the ground?” He asked eventually, after Kensi stayed equally silent.

“I don’t know. You could just wait for the mailman to come tomorrow morning and ask him to call the fire department, or maybe you could call Callen or Sam.” Kensi laughed again just imagining the teasing that would follow.

“You wouldn’t do that, Fern.” Deeks gasped in mock horror. But in reality, he wasn’t so sure, so he didn't say anything else, not wanting to give Kensi any ideas. “Please.” He added for good measure.

“Is that a challenge, Shaggy?” She threatened, as she began to walk back towards her car.

“No, wait! What do you want?” He finally relented.

“Complete my after-action reports, and bring me donuts every morning… for a month.” Kensi replied, proud of herself.

“For a month? What, are you trying to get 10 pounds?” Deeks said as he blanched, not particularly caring about the sweet treats, but thinking of how much time he would need to spend doing paperwork.

“You’re just begging to sleep on the roof, Marty.” Kensi said in a sing-song voice.

“Ok, ok. Deal.” Deeks raised his hands in a placating gesture, knowing that he wasn’t winning this one, and it was better to surrender if he had any hope of getting off the roof today.

Kensi beamed as she raised the ladder back towards the roof, holding it in place while Deeks climbed down.

“Thank you.” He pouted when he was finally standing on the ground.

“You’re very welcome.” Kensi continued to smile, enjoying her partner’s annoyance. Then frowned as Deeks picked up a box of holiday decorations and began moving it back to the garage. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like.” Deeks muttered. “I’m putting everything away.”

“But you haven’t finished decorating.” Kensi said softly. Noticing the garlands, the wreath, stockings, additional lights, and little Santa and Rudolf toys, that were still on the container.

“I’m not in a mood to decorate.” Deeks answered over his shoulder, moving a second box inside.

“Come on, Deeks. You can let a single incident ruin Christmas.” Kensi wasn’t one for decorations, but in her short time knowing Deeks, she was certain he was. “I will help you.” She added, surprising even herself.

“Really?” Deeks’ cheered up at that. His hopeful face peering out from behind a box.

Kensi just nodded and grabbed a box, moving it back to the lawn. “Of course, that’s what partner’s are for.” Kensi said sincerely, bumping Deeks’ shoulder as she walked past him.

Deeks nodded, the first honest smile of the last two hours spreading over his face, then he picked up a garland and began to intertwine it around the handrail of his small porch.

That Christmas, a new holiday tradition began. The following weekend the partners moved to decorate Kensi's apartment, and the upcoming years they followed suit. Until they went all in and moved together, having only one home to decorate, but still continuing to do it as partners.

And as that particular Sunday came to an end, Deeks found himself laughing and smiling more than any holiday to date, and he secretly thought that getting stuck on the roof was beginning to look more and more like the best thing that could have happened to him.

Deeks' feeling of content remained for the next few weeks, until he discovered that unbeknownst to him, Kensi had managed to take a quick picture of him stranded on the roof, which she had then sent as her holiday card to their whole team...

#densi-mber 3.0 #densi fanfic #densi-mber fanfiction #NCIS Los Angeles #ncis la fanfiction #If I knew how to photoshop I would have done a pic of Deeks on the roof #But unfortunately I barely know how to write stories and have no talent for graphics

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ducktracy · 4 years

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117. billboard frolics (1935)

release date: november 16th, 1935

series: merrie melodies

director: friz freleng

starring: cliff nazarro (eddie camphor, worm), billy bletcher (rub-em-off)

the first cartoon to use “merrily we roll along”, which, fittingly enough, would become the theme song for the merrie melodies starting in 1936 and all the way through 1964. it wasn’t formally adopted as the theme song until 1936’s boulevardier of the bronx, but still worth noting. if my memory serves me correctly, this is also the first merrie melody whose title isn’t reflective of the song showcased in the cartoon. as always, billboard advertisements come to life, and trouble brews when a hungry cat preys upon a helpless little chick.

it’s night, and a grassy lot in the city is illuminated by a number of stray billboards. focus on a billboard advertising old maid cleanser, some other menial posters, and finally a poster advertising eddie camphor and rub-em-off “and his wioleen”. an obvious reference to singer eddie cantor, a star who would find himself in many a looney tunes short. rub-em-off is also a spoof on his violinist david rubinoff.

eddie does his signature cartoon “eye roll”, referenced in cartoons such as shuffle off to buffalo and slap happy pappy to name a very select few. together they launch into “merrily we roll along”, which cantor sang originally. the impression of cantor is fun and lively, and bletcher’s characterization as rub-em-off is just as amusing. they don’t do much in terms of dance, but it still remains relatively lively.

song number over, dance routine begins. a cocktail shaker in a poster shakes itself like maracas, accompanying a girl advertising all expense tours to cuba. the animation feels looser than normal, but the dance remains fun and playful. your stereotypical freleng girl.

some hot tamales lend their voices, strumming a fork like a guitar, reused from how do i know it’s sunday, as is a sequence of clogging maids birthed from “old maid cleanser” cans. now a sequence with russian rye bread dancing the hopak, their advertisement reading “baked on the five year plan”—a reference to stalin’s five year plan(s). animation is fun for all of these sequences, but none too groundbreaking.

a more upbeat, amusing sequence as a line of penguins engage in a dance sequence, rolling on their mannequin feet like skates and intermittently quacking—because all penguins quack, right? a woman in an above advertisement rains powder below on the penguins to create the illusion of snow. one of the more entertaining dancing sequences in the cartoon, if not the most entertaining. the animation is smooth and flouncy.

the stars of the girl at the ironing board make a comeback and reuse their dances from the aforementioned short. two tapdancing pajamas do their thing, drumming their buttflaps on upturned wash tubs, while the main “woman” from the short (nothing more than an assortment of clothes) dances as well. smooth animation, and the addition of color is a nice touch, but nothing extremelt wow-worthy. freleng’s knack for timing is not to be taken for granted, however.

meanwhile, a hungry chick spots a worm writhing around in an apple. as all hungry, inquisitive chicks do, the little bird jabs its head inside the apple in an attempt to snag the poor worm. reused from pop goes your heart, the worm crawls out of the other end of the apple and gives the chick a spanking, the chick leaping around in pain and clutching its derrière. even more determined (especially after the worm mocks the chick), the bird tugs at the worm, the worm clutching desperately to a nearby twig for support. just as the worm is about to be made into mush, it pushes against the apple, knocking the apple into the chick and sending the chick into a daze.

enter a chase scene, the worm rolling around like a wheel while the bird nips at it from behind. truthfully i forget which exact cartoon it was sourced from, ain’t nature grand!? but the animation of the worm has DEFINITELY been reused in many a harman-ising cartoon. after 100+ cartoons, it gets harder to keep track, especially when those early cartoons are so barebones.

the bird chases the worm right into a junk pile, dragging out a long strand... which turns out to be an air pump. knocking into a branch sends a propped up cellar door crashing straight on top of the pump. an amusing visual as the chick, connector still in its mouth, inflates like a balloon, even floating into the air and flopping to the ground.

enter the same cat from it’s got me now!, creeping along a fence. it passes by the moon, illuminating the cat’s innards like an x-ray, recycled from sittin’ on a backyard fence. the food chain reminds us of its existence as the cat sees the chick, licking its lips. the cat pounces, providing a menacing meowl (animation of the closeup reused from my green fedora).

i LOVE this chick’s face. full of personality, probably the most this cartoon has had so far. the chick provides a smug, guilty grin as it sways to and fro nervously. a cheeky grin as the bird bids goodbye with a wave, trotting away nonchalantly... and instantly picking up into a hurried run.

an advertisement of a bellhop, labeled “‘CALLING FOR PHILMORE’ CIGARETTES”, notices the chick’s peril and shouts “calling all cars! calling all cars!” two police officers in a “police chief gasoline” ad (a reference to texaco’s fire chief gasoline that was used until the 1970s) chase after the cat... figuratively. a fun visual as their car speeds along, a jaunty rendition of “merrily we roll along” underscoring the scene, yet their car only speeds along inside their billboard. in reality, they’re merely suspended. one of the officers whips out a machine gun and shoots at the cat (lovely, huh?), the bullets actually breaking the barrier between realities.

an advertisement for “the electric hand” pokes the victor phonograph dog, alerting the dog to the trouble. the dog (fun fact: he actually has a name—nipper) chases after the cat, running straight into a tube. the conniving cat turns the valves on the tube so as to trap the dog, the dog reduced to a mere barking bump thrashing around inside the metal pipe.

back to the chick, who runs for its life after realizing the cat is free of distraction (i wonder where we’ll see more cat and bird cartoons. curious indeed). just as the cat has the poor bird cornered, the arm from the arm and hammer logo—this time parodied as “ham & armour” conks the cat right on the head with its signature hammer. the little bird perched itself on top of the dazed cat’s head, slapping its sides and crowing like a rooster (parallel to country boy). iris out.

it’s unfair of me to deduct points for recycled animation, but i have a different perspective than a moviegoer in 1935, or even you reading this (unless you’re as much as a nut as i am and have actually taken my recommendations and watched these, to which i say 1) thank you and 2) hang in there). watching all of these cartoons in rapid succession, you pick up on recycled animation much quicker, and so you can’t help but notice it. the average moviegoer isn’t going to say “hey! that was used in the girl at the ironing board, directed by friz freleng, released august 23rd, 1934 as a part of the merrie melodies series!” so, because of that, i won’t try to let that influence my opinion so much. but the retakes were rife in this one, and an indicator that they were either out of time, money, ideas, or all three.

the cartoon felt incoherent and not exactly sloppy, but extremely loose, the closeups of the cat meowing especially. all of the gags have lost their novelty (again speaking as someone who is watching these one after the other), and it’s hard not to say “i’ve seen this before, it’s getting old, it’s not funny.” it’s also difficult to come down from the high that was gold diggers of ‘49. not at all tex’s best, far from it, but from what we’ve seen so FAR it’s like a huge sigh of relief. and thus, going back to cartoons like these make for a harder transition.

this cartoon wasn’t THAT bad, though. the music was fun (how can you hate hearing the merrie melodies theme song, knowing it would be THE merrie melodies theme song?) and the eddie cantor caricature was highly amusing. freleng’s musical timing saved a lot of visuals from being too dry and trite. but it just doesn’t have much going for it, it lacks coherence and confidence. it just feels like friz’s heart wasn’t fully in it. so, i’d say skip it. yet, as always...

link!

#lt #billboard frolics #reviews #long post

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thechaoscryptid · 4 years

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Writer’s Tag Game, Bouncy’s Edition

Many thanks to @tipsyraconteur for tagging me ❤❤ I know I said this was going to be my strictly Naruto blog but there’s definitely some of my other fandoms that are going to worm their way in heh.

Rules: brag to your heart’s content, you’re awesome, and then tag 5-10 people to do the same.

I’m tagging (if you’d like to play, no obligation): @magnustesla, @scarecrowinthewoods, @dunloth, @caped-ace, @alexianite, @benicemurphy, and @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul (you Voltron peeps, it’s Ary 😉)

1) What’s a paragraph you’ve written that you’re really proud of?

From Order and Obedience (KakaIru):

“Think Konoha’s dog is going to be an easy fuck, ranger?” Kakashi asked, eyeing every possible exit. Just in case. “That my allegiance is so easily swayed?”

“I think if you were still wearing your boots you’d be trembling in them,” Iruka said without missing a beat. “Your desire to serve the light may not make sense to me, but even I can see that the way your skin drinks in the moon would be pleasing to any god. I’m not demanding darkness, only obedience.”

2) Pick a favorite scene from your longest fic!

The scene in Wake the White Wolf (KakaIru) where Sera and Kakashi part ways. I still get chills at the lines “You are no longer my problem. I am no longer your whore.” There’s plenty of fantastic scenes from that fic, but that still remains one of my favorites. That whole arc, really, from when she finds out the news to when it’s finally 100% over.

3) Give us a snippet of your most recent WIP:

Voltron! This is a part of one of my stories for the Sheith Big Bang coming up:

A galaxy will never be enough to contain my love for you.

Mechanically, Keith’s hands go through the motions of powering up Black as Krolia’s voice comes through the comm link. It’s another diplomacy mission--another he’d rather skip in favor of liberating some far off colony from oppressors or just staying in bed, unmoving. The lion doesn’t speak to him the way she used to, and neither does anything else. The universe, for all its glory, has become simple.

Dull.

Grey, even with color sprays from passing planets and nebulas.

He chews on the side of his lip as he lets his head tip to the side, checking to make sure things are in order. His mother’s still rattling off information about the mission and he just wants to tell her to be quiet, he’ll figure it out on his own later. He wants to hear the ghost of Shiro’s voice whispering it loves him again.

Keith…

Ghosts are never enough, but Shiro’s I’ll love you until forever ends echoing in his head assuages the pre-mission blues. “Not that it’s ever anything else these days,” he says under his breath. Krolia asks what he said, and he blames it on a squeaky chair. “Gotta get in here and tune up the cockpit when I’m back. Project for Shiro and I.”

“Well, just as long as it doesn’t interfere with things now. You ready to give ‘em hell?”

Keith pastes a smile on his face, though he knows she’s not on the video link. “Would you expect anything different?”

4) If all of your published fics sparred, who would win and why?

Ohh, tough one...based off of stats, Wake the White Wolf, no question. Off of personal preference? Probably Crescendo (SakuOro) right now.

5) What’s a fic/author you’ve taken inspiration from and in which one of your works did you incorporate that inspiration?

I won’t lie, Tipsy, a lot of my recent style choices came from Scar Tissue 😅 I found I really enjoy storytelling in present tense, with longer flowing lines punctuated by short lil ones for emphasis. It’s appeared in...most of my recent stuff? I switched within the last year or so.

(putting the rest under a cut because there’s some longer answers)

6) Which fanfiction character do you enjoy writing the most? In which one of your fics do you think you wrote them best?

This is another tough one xD I think I actually have to go with a three part answer here, though really, I enjoy writing so many more.

Kakashi Hatake: Shatter Me (KakaIru), best fic

Dazai Osamu: Marionette (Dazushi), best fic

Keith Kogane: since I can’t tell which one of my bang fics yet, I’ll go with my favorite published, which is Unsteady (Sheith). Truly, it’s going to be the fic from the above snippet hehe

7) Smut or fluff? Give us a sneak peek of your favorite fluffy/smutty scene you’ve written.

Mmm, smut. I’ve really got to be in the right mood for fluff, and my not-so-guilty pleasure reading is angsty smut.

My favorite fluffy/smutty scene...I think it’s probably from Reciprocity (KakaSaku)!

He wishes he still had the Sharingan to capture these moments. Sakura’s still got her thin undershirt on, but the delicate hollows of her collarbones call to him as she reaches over to light their lantern. There will be no fire tonight save for the one burning low and heavy in his stomach, as if he’s swallowed molten rock.

“Do I need to do the rest?” she says, dragging her hands up her legs as she stands. “Should I strip for you, Kakashi?”

He stands along with her and tugs off his mask first, then his shirt. Sakura gasps as the angry red of fresh scars is revealed, fingers twitching toward him before he shakes his head. “Let me,” he murmurs.

Inch by inch, the pale curve of her stomach is revealed. Shadows flicker and dance over it along with the flames, and when Kakashi pulls Sakura’s shirt the entire way off he thinks not even the prettiest sunset could compare. There’s several scars--no shinobi makes it out without them--and no shortage of muscle packed into her small frame, but somehow she makes a battleborn body beautiful.

Sakura makes life beautiful.

Her breath hitches when he tells her this, something shifting in her at the tender touch of his lips against her forehead. “You’re sure you don’t want me to just jump you right now?” she says breathlessly.

“No jumping,” he says. “Only falling.”

8) What’s a scene in one of your fics you wish you would receive fanart for?

Uh, literally any one 😅 My top choice, though, I think would be of my favorite OT3 in Desperately:

“I’ll be a lot cuter when the day comes.” Sakura shoved the bandana up and crunched her nose as she looked back with Ibiki. “You might have to leave me at the altar to catch everyone fainting at the sight of me.”

Ibiki’s laugh rumbled through the living room as he gathered her back to his chest. “We’re never leaving you there, baby, you know we couldn’t,” he said. “Or maybe we could take turns catching them. How d’you think your clothes will hold up, Rai?”

“They’ll be fine. I volunteer for catching duty as long as it’s you two falling for me at the end,” he said, spreading his arms over the back of the couch as he watched them sway. “And of course, falling into bed with me later.” Ibiki cocked an eyebrow as Sakura giggled into his scarred chest. “What, you think I”m joking?”

“Never considered it,” Ibiki said. He pulled away from Sakura to trail his hand up her arm, urging her to spin. His uniform lifted from her creamy skin and Raidou sucked in a breath as the purple lace on the bottom of her underwear was revealed. She knew he couldn’t resist those, and Ibiki certainly didn’t mind them either.

“Come here,” he said. Ibiki let her go and gave her a gentle push toward Raidou’s outstretched arms before flopping next to them as the song began to repeat. “I saw those. You can’t hide them from me.” Her hair tickled his face as he kissed over her cheek down to her ear. “Wearing my husband’s shirt and my wife-to-be’s favorite underwear, how scandalous, Sakura,” he purred.

“I’m sure your wife-to-be will be so very displeased I stole them,” she said, pulling back with a mock pout before turning to beg a kiss from Ibiki. “I hear she picked them specifically for tonight because she wanted to get laid.”

9) Would you ever consider turning one of your fics into a podfic? If no, why not?

Not on my own? I have hearing problems, so it’s just really never occurred to me. If anyone else wanted to, though, I wouldn’t say no!

10) The best (or your favourite) 5 reviews you’ve ever gotten! Don’t forget to tell us which one of your fics received them!

There’s so many 😭😭 My commenters are all fucking awesome, but I’ll trawl my saved comments for some highlights!

P5eud0Nym on Wake the White Wolf (KakaIru omegaverse): So, I just wanted to say you’ve been doing a fantastic job. I appreciate that this isn’t, and hasn’t at any point been, a dumb tropey kink fic. That you’ve taken the time to put so much heart into all of this. The fact that you’re exploring the politics, the social issues, and writing all of the characters as being more than just their A/B/O designations, so good. The multifaceted way you write is just really and truly refreshing. It’s obvious how much work and thought you put into this. You’re tackling a lot of really important stuff, from consent to civil rights, and it’s some grade A USDA certified Good Shit. Thanks for the fic and keep up the good work <3

Lilmeliz on Monster (ShigaDabi): AAAAAAA GUARANTEED I CAN BLOW YOUR MIND mwa. Please excuse the lame dua lipa reference I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I couldn’t-- Delicious. Finally some fucking good food. I want to congratulate you. This is such a beautiful, touching, heartwarming masterpiece. I even cried a little. I usually read shiggy with his dark past and his (soul) scars and all that jazz, and venturing into the thought of him having a mere fiber of good will in himself, in his actual self, is risky and prone to be ooc. But here it sounds right. It feels personal, private and even possible, my boi :( Dabi is an angel, I’m dying. I like the reminder “they lie, they kill...” Yes he’s an angel but he’s still evil. I don’t know what else to add but really, this is stunning! IM GONNA TATTOO THISSS amazing work

Prism0467 on Forbidden (KakaIru): You have written their mutual dependency with such nurturing attention to detail I feel as if I know them. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt...embraced by a work of fanfiction before now...this may well be a first. Your enthusiasm for this pairing comes through loud and clear, I’ll tell you that :)

PearlBear on Crescendo (SakuOro): Wow. Just wow. This is brilliant, heart-wrenching, creative and extremely, extremely well-written. You have such a way with words, I was actually crying. And you adapt their lives as shinobi so seamlessly to situations that happen in real life (how many partners give up on possibilities for their significant one and get nothing in return?). This story managed to move me deeply and all the while, they all were in-character (it hurt when Tsunade looked at Orochimaru in the same way they all do, also loved how Tobirama and Madara are his parents). The omegaverse wasn’t heavy at all, instead it’s well integrated enough that I, who don’t particularly like it, barely noticed and completely accepted it. It’s just the way things are. You manage to convey so, so much in a few words. I’m amazed. So, thank you for sharing this! I am very, very excited for what’s next, whether Orochimaru experiments to save himself, whether Sakumo commits suicide (or worse, dies on this mission), whether... So many possibilities. Your story is outstanding. Thank you for writing this gem!

(insert special shoutout to Tipsy’s review of Testing the Waters...)

and no comment appreciation section would be complete without at least one from @magnustesla!

This one from Of Scale and Steel (Sheith naga AU): Ary, sometimes I am left speechless and I don’t quite know how to articulate my thoughts after reading one of your fics. Like, everything is just so...so brilliant that it’s like my brain fucks off when I try to get my thoughts down onto a page. Turning well known and beloved characters into something else entirely isn’t easy and often they miss the mark leaving the reader not really connecting with it. But you, you are brilliant and clever in all that you write because damn, I love Naga Keith. It feels like it IS part of canon. And your oc? Super adorable and she just belongs. I really loved her interactions with Shiro and the chewing on his finger had me rollling because it reminded me of when J would test everything by chomping it. Not relevant but it sparked a good laugh from me, especially because it is totally something kids do. I’m so fucking proud of you and I’m excited to see you get your mojo back with this fandom. Love you ❤

#tag game #get to know me

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marvelmymarvel · 5 years

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When I Was Older

Part 2/3

Captain!Intelligence!Lewis Nixon x Captain!Intelligence!Reader

????? x Captain!Intelligence!Reader (Cuz I’m evil. MUAHAHA)

Synopsis: Working side by side with the man you secretly love but openly hate is hard work. He tells you that your plans aren’t smart, but he knows deep down that they are indeed lifesavers. But when he doesn't take your word and it winds up in 100 dead men, you two have an explosive fight, and words are said. Some were hurtful… Some were what you wanted to hear all along.

Catch Up: Part 1

A/N: I wanna see your guesses on who she's gonna end up with... In order to keep it a surprise, I won't put specific people (other than Lew) in the tags so you can't cheat ;). But!!! I want to play a game... I wanna see who YOU think it is... The people that get it right get tagged (Other than my other tags lol, you’ll be in a special tag itself at the top). Here are the rules if you’d like to play along. You can either comment on this post/pm me/send in the answer in the ask box, and I will (If you would like) tag you if you’re right. If you have a reason to why you think that a certain person is the one you chose, I would also like to hear that! I just think it would be a fun game to play!! If no one plays its fine as well. But just so you know... You won't know who it is till the last paragraph of the 3rd part... Because I’m evil... Anyway, I hope you enjoy this and if you would like me to do more like these I certainly can (I think its super fun and all).

PS: Every part will have a song you can listen to while you read :)

Song: Bellyache By Billie Eilish (Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBRi6aZJGj4) *Basically just happy and about love ya know :)*

The door slammed open angrily and Dick jumped in his chair as you stormed in. “Y/n” He greeted calmly and you just glared at him. While he was your best friend since day one, sometimes he did things that made you tic. “Really Dick” you hissed lowly and he just nodded at the door, you could yell and scream at him all you wanted... But the rest of the officers didn't need to hear it as well. Pursing your lips tightly, you turned and grabbed the door angrily. “Close it gently please Y/n... No need to demolish the door as well” he muttered and you closed it slowly before turning around to face him once more. He looked up from his papers with a blank face, opening your mouth he sighed “It had to happen” he grumbled out and you scoffed. Storming over you pulled one of the chairs out and sat down angrily in front of his desk. You were seething, anger boiling through your veins as if you were about to catch on fire. You opened and closed your mouth many times, but not a single word came out. “Spit it out” Dick murmured, not really patient enough to have you 10 seconds away from killing him, and him not knowing why.

“He told me... HE LOVED ME... DICK” you screamed out finally before grabbing onto the arms of the chair in anger. It was more so to balance yourself as the rage seemed to blind you a little and made you dizzy. The three words you begged to hear from those lips, now left a bad taste in your mouth. “And what did you say,” Dick said quietly. It was almost too light for you to hear and your face softened as you took in the way he said that sentence. Your breathing became calm as you thought over the words that fell from your lips after Lewis admitted his feelings to you. They were harsh, but they were necessary... “I told him that I hated him” you whispered. Dick only stared at you, no emotion seemed to cross his features as he took in your heartless reply. Richard stood by you, every year that you loved Lew on and off again, and yet when you heard those words that you prayed for... You told him that you hated him? Dick nodded before standing, finally understanding why you were upset. It wasn't because of what Lew said, hell, you could care less... But it was what Dick did that caused that whole situation to happen in the first place. Rounding the desk he sat on the corner before clearing his throat and looking down at you. “I’m sorry that I put you in that situation” Dick’s soft words seemed to restore your heart as you smiled affectionately at him. Another thought crossed your brain as your smile fell once more. “How long did you know that he liked me?” It was so faint and weak that he almost whispered out a ‘what’ so you could repeat yourself. But then it dawned on him. You shook your head before scoffing. Standing up you grabbed your jacket that flew onto the ground in your anger, “I can't believe you” you hissed before turning to leave. “Y/n..” He sighed out as he pushed off the desk and lunged for your arm. Grabbing tightly onto your bicep, he whirled you around where you stood face to face with him. Your breath caught at the proximity but you composed yourself before looking up into his eyes. “I was trying to protect you from him” he muttered out sincerely, you rolled your eyes as you gave a mocking smirk to him. “Really... Because you didn't think that maybe... Just MAYBE if Lew and I were together, things would have been easier?? Or is that just me?” you pressed as you got in his face, your anger boiling over and Dick just watched you as if he couldn't find a way to put it out. “Its almost as if you didn't want me to even find out... HOW DARE YOU-” He cut you off by pressing his lips hurriedly to yours. It was a single kiss, but your eyes widened in confusion. Pushing him away softly you gazed at him in disbelief, “You read that circumstance very, very, wrong” you whispered before yanking your arm from his grasp and storming out. Leaving him there feeling stupid for kissing you, his best friend. He just wanted you to shut up... He just wanted you to realize, that his intentions were not to stop you from loving Lew and instead loving him... His intentions were different. There was someone else that loved you... It wasn't just him... But he couldn't tell you who.

“And then! HE KISSED-”

“SHHH, Y/n” Speirs hissed as he covered your mouth with his hand. He smiled at your anger as his eyes darted from your covered lips back to your angry eyes... But you didn't see it somehow. You were both sitting in a barn that was right in the middle of the town where the regiment was located. During the lunch hour, you and Ron normally caught up to eat and talk about each others day in that barn. You always seemed to find a spot wherever you all traveled, but seeing as you have spent almost 2 weeks in this town, this had become your favorite spot. You stopped mumbling in his hand and he cocked an eyebrow at you. “You done hollerin’ now sweets?” he whispered lowly in your ear and you nodded. Letting you go, you exhaled out in relief from finally being able to breathe normally. “Yeah... I’m sorry Ron I’m just...” you started before trailing off, something caught your eye. He followed your glare and saw Lewis walking over towards you two, “Want me to take care of him” Ron grumbled and you just shook your head before handing him the other half of your sandwich, “No... He probably needs help-”

“Y/n” Lew called out making you nod annoyingly at Ron as an ‘I told you so’ as Lew just continued “I need help with the plans.” You sighed before standing up, pressing a kiss to Ron's cheek, you swung your jacket over your shoulder. “Same time tomorrow? Or we going out tonight” you hollered back over your shoulder as you began to walk towards Lew. “We can go out tonight. My treat” Ron called back and you gave him a mini-salute with your fingers before turning back to Lew who was impatiently waiting for you. “What’s your deal Nixon” you seethed as you brushed past him, Ron bit into your sandwich before throwing a smirk at the angry Captain. Lew turned and angrily stormed after you. Once in the planning room, you began to unravel the maps, Lew was farther behind you but you knew he entered by the way he slammed the door shut. It was hard and full of violence, making you jump in your spot. Blinking, you relaxed your muscles as Lew rounded the table, his anger was radiating off of him in violent waves and you felt sick to your stomach. Putting his energy aside in your brain, you helped him plan for the next hour.

He barely talked, and you barely conversed anything other than plans. A knock sounded on the door as the door opened and you turned your head to see Lip in the doorway, fingers still brushed against the wood of the door. A smile appeared on your lips at the sight of him as he entered the hostile room, “I need to see Y/n, Captain Nixon... Is that okay?” Carwood asked warmly and Lew just shrugged. “Don't really care what she does frankly” he snapped out and you just rolled your eyes at Car before following him out. His smile was all you seemed to need as it changed your face from a sad frown to a happy smile in a matter of seconds. Getting out of there, you looped your arm with his. “Thank God you got me out of there Car” you gratefully muttered as you put your head on his shoulder. You two were walking over to the meeting that all of the officers had at 1500 hours, but for some happy reason, Car decided to save you from Lew and his assholery an hour early. “Anything for you my love” he sweetly whispered down at you before pressing a kiss to your temple. You both exited the office and walked over towards your guys' special spot. It was under an apple tree that was nearby the offices, but a little out of the way. While you and Ron had the barn, you and Car had the tree. You two had late night talks when you both couldn't sleep, under this tree. War was getting the best of you both, and together, you found comfort in each other. Reaching up, you tried to grab a ripe apple that was only inches away from your fingertips, but you couldn't get it. You stood on your tippy-toes but still couldn't reach it, an arm wrapped securely around your waist as Carwoods hand surpassed yours and grabbed the apple. Pulling it down and off the tree, you huffed out a frustrated sigh before turning in his grasp. He held out the apple to you and you smiled. Grabbing it you leaned up and pecked the corner of his mouth softly, “Thanks, Car.” you cooed before walking over to sit against the body of the tree. His cheeks were red but he didn't mind. He watched you lovingly as your h/c hair flowed around your shoulders. It was rare for you to have your hair down but anytime you did, he loved it. Just like he loved you. Sitting down against the tree, he plopped down next to you. You pouted up at him and he got out his pocket knife for you. You began to cut off pieces for the both of you. Leaning back into him, he lifted his arm for you to cuddle into his side. You cuddled under his arm and looked at the blue skies with him. “Thanks for being there for me Car” you whispered up at him as you bit into your piece of apple. He pressed a kiss to your head. “Anytime” he started as he rubbed your arm lovingly, “Any. Time.”

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