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seths-rogens · 9 months

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cardboard houses, cardboard hearts | M | 1.9k | ao3

should’ve been finishing my infidelity au, but instead the cardboard joe cutout i was given inspired me to crank this out in one sitting,, anyway, please enjoy :)

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Eddie often thanks God that he took the leap and moved to Indianapolis after he finally graduated high school. Not that he really believes in God. Just… figure of speech and all. Though, maybe he’d believe in God if they were a metalhead with tatties and an eyebrow piercing, but he thinks that might ruin their image honestly.

He’s getting off topic.

Eddie often thanks God for Indy in moments like these. Moments where he has a fucking beautiful man pinned to his own front door, strong, thick fingers tangling in his hair as Eddie desperately tries to fit his key into the lock. He shoves his thigh between Pretty Man’s legs - he didn’t catch his name - and presses upwards. Pretty Man whines, grinding down and making it all that more difficult to unlock the goddamn door.

“Hold on, Sweetheart. I just gotta-“ Eddie bites back a groan as Pretty Man kisses down his neck, sucking a bruise over his pulse as the key finally slips into the lock. Chrissy’s never gonna let him live the marks down.

He’s surprised he picked anyone up tonight at all. He’d gone to a concert alone for once, as Chrissy was staying at her new girlfriend’s place, and Gareth and Jeff weren’t the biggest fans of his guilty pleasure artist ‘King S’.

And honestly? In any other world. Eddie wouldn’t be either.

King S isn’t his usual style. Where Eddie usually loves a hard drumline, thrashing guitars and lyrics you can only scream, King S is all soft melodies and crooning vocals set to slow drum beats.

He’d stumbled upon him completely by accident, honestly. It’d been a slow day at the record store Eddie manages. He’d been there for nearly five hours and so far he’d only served maybe three customers - and two of those customers were an old couple shopping for their granddaughter. So he’d picked the first magazine he could reach off the stand by the counter, and flipped it open to a random page.

It’d been an interview with King S, who’d just released his first album at the time. He was talking about his inspiration for making music - his best friend and little brother who, he’s quoted as saying, ‘always ragged on him when he played his pop shit in the car’ - and the meaning behind his stage name - reclaiming an old high school nickname he’d been given after his brief stint as a bit of a mean girl, though now he promises he’s using it for good.

He’d flipped the page to find a double page spread of King S curled up in a bathtub. His eyes were squeezed shut through the lacy masquerade mask that was supposedly his staple (no one knew his real identity after all). His hair was messy and flying all over the place. He was…

He was naked. Or at least that’s how it seemed.

His arms and legs were bare, the black and white photo only emphasising the toned curves of the muscles in his arms and back and the dark hair covering those lush thighs.

Call him obvious but Eddie had been intrigued. He knew they’d received a new shipment of records that morning that weren’t supposed to be hitting the shelves until the next day, so he figured what the hell!

Ten minutes later, elbow deep in a shoddily painted green wooden crate, Eddie emerged victorious with King S’s debut album ‘Robins and Tadpoles’ in his hands.

The album cover was two people’s hands clasped together, matching ice cream cone tattoos on both wrists. There was a little dedication on the back. To R & D.

He took it out to the turntable on the shop floor and dropped the needle. When the soft music started, he was hesitant, but as the album moved on he quickly realised he was hooked.

He’d gone into the shop bright and early the next day - on his day off no less - and bought the album. Only slightly laughing at the look on Mike’s - part time Lit student, part time cashier, full time grump - face.

That had been two years ago, and Eddie had been solidly on the King S train since.

Sure, Gareth and Jeff - and Grant too when he was in town - would tease him about abandoning his people, about betraying the freaks and the weirdos, but really they supported his love for the artist, even if they didn’t quite get it.

So when King S announced a stop in Indy on his second album tour, the guys (and Chrissy) had banded together to get him tickets as an early 26th birthday present. Except when the day came, they were all busy, so he went by himself.

He didn’t mind really, was just happy to be there to appreciate the music. (And the man himself, Eddie has eyes, come on now.)

Elated and feeling just a little self fulfilled after the concert, Eddie had gone to his favourite queer/metal bar, Crash. He’s picked people up there before, sure, but they’ve all been metalheads, just like him, and as many of his friends have said in the past, he’s cursed to have the hots for the preppy jock types.

Usually, that’s not the type of guy he’d find in Crash. Tonight was different.

Eddie had been sat at the bar, thinking about King S’s arms beneath the crimson sweater he wore on stage, when a gorgeous man had stepped up beside him to buy a beer. The man was wearing a dark, charcoal coloured t-shirt under a light grey Members Only jacket, paired with light blue levi’s.

Eddie kinda felt his jaw hit the floor. Could this be the perfect end to the perfect night?

This brings us back to now. Eddie finally pushes the door open, swings Pretty Man around and pushes him back against it.

He drops his keys somewhere. It doesn’t matter. He’ll find them tomorrow.

They’re grinding fast against one another now, only their harsh, panting breaths filling the silence of Eddie’s apartment. Eddie slides his hand into Pretty Man’s hair, tugs on this side of too hard. Pretty Man moans, loud, almost echoing, and tilts his head to the side, baring his neck for Eddie to defile.

Eddie leans in, presses his lips to those two little moles, and—

“What the fuck?”

Eddie pulls back to look at Pretty Man’s face. He’s still, not looking at Eddie, instead staring with wide eyes into the open plan of Eddie’s living room.

Eddie follows his gaze and… Oh. Yeah. He forgot about that.

See the King S tickets hadn’t been Eddie’s only birthday gift. He knew this would come back to bite him in the ass, but his friends thought it was hilarious. Eddie thinks they’re assholes.

Because Pretty Man is staring at a life size cutout of King S, standing by the wall.

Eddie winces, pulls away. This guy might not look like a metalhead, but he was in a metal bar, there’s no way he listens to King S. He’s gotta come up with an explanation for this, and fast.

“Um, yeah… About that… would you believe me if I said I didn’t buy it?” He asks sheepishly, avoiding Pretty Man’s eyes.

“You’re a fan?” Pretty Man asks, except he sounds dejected, which Eddie thinks is weird. And actually? Fuck this guy. He’s allowed to like whatever he wants.

“Yeah, man. What’s wrong with that? Maybe it’s not for everyone but King S actually makes really good music.” He gets more than a little defensive, takes a step back and crosses his arms over his chest.

“No, no… that’s not what I meant.” Pretty Man raises his hands placatingly.

“Then what did you mean?”

Pretty Man sighs, rubs a hand over his face. “Don’t you recognise me?”

Eddie furrows his brow in confusion. “Do I like, know you or something?”

Pretty Man raises his eyes to the ceiling like this is difficult. “Really? Nothing?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I don’t…” Pretty man nods, sighs, and then walks past Eddie further into the apartment. “Hey, you can’t just—“

“How about now?” Pretty Man asks, stopping right next to the cardboard cut out.

Eddie flits his eyes between the man and the cut out, trying to understand what Pretty Man is getting at until he sighs again, pulls down the sleeve of his jacket to reveal…

A tattoo of an ice cream cone, and suddenly it all clicks.

Oh. Oh no. That’s… oh holy ever loving fuck.

“Holy shit!” Eddie exclaims, pointing frantically between Pretty Man and the cardboard. “You’re King S!”

“Yeah. It’s uh, Steve, actually.” Pretty Man, King S, Steve nods, seeming much more shy than he was ten minutes ago. He’s curled his arms around himself, trying to make himself shrink. Eddie feels bad.

“Did you think I was trying to sleep with you because you’re famous?”

“I mean, weren’t you?” Steve won’t meet his eye. Instead he’s staring around the room, taking in all the little details of Eddie’s life.

Eddie takes a step towards him. “No, man. I just thought you were pretty, that’s all.”

“You really didn’t know who I was?” Though he still looks unsure, Steve finally meets his eye.

Eddie shakes his head, coming to a stop in front of Steve. “I didn’t even buy that thing, dude. My friends thought it would be funny because you’re like, the only non-metal artist I listen to.”

Steve smiles at that. He really is so pretty, Eddie can’t help but think. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, man. Heard your first album right after it came out and I was hooked!” Eddie laughs softly. “I used to be a little bit narrow minded when it came to music, but I heard yours and it’s like the world of music blasted wide open.”

A pretty pink blush spreads its way across Steve’s cheeks. “Oh, uh… That’s really cool. I’m glad you like it.”

“I was at your show tonight, actually.”

“You were?”

“Yeah!” He shrugs. “I used to play in a band in high school, we were never very good but I liked to think I had good stage presence, right?” Steve nods and Eddie grins, leaning in a little. “I was nothing compared to you. It was fucking electric, I felt like my skin was buzzing.”

Steve’s smile seems to grow even wider. He sways forward into Eddie’s space, almost unconsciously. “This might be crazy, but do you wanna start over? Forgo the one night stand and just, I don’t know, get coffee or something? I know this cute little 24 hour place, Victoria Street, it’s only a couple blocks away.”

Eddie narrows his eyes a little. “Stevie… barely anyone knows Victoria Street. Are you, dare I say it… local?”

Steve’s cheeks darken even further. “Maybe.”

Eddie laughs. “Then, I’d love to start over. I wanna get to know you as Steve, not King S.”

Steve slips his hand into Eddie’s, tugs him

back towards the door. “God, how much do you know..?”

“I may have read a couple interviews.”

Steve groans, embarrassed, as the door clicks shut behind them.

Then, a few moments later. “Shit! My keys!”

The date goes well. As does the second, and the third, and so on, and so on. They’re officially exclusive by date 7.

Steve meets Chrissy and the boys on date 20. Eddie meets Dustin and Robin, right before date 45.

On date 94, Steve presents his third album to Eddie. There’s a different dedication on the back cover this time.

To E, my love.

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 2 months

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How do you know from whose PR articles are coming from? Can’t it be that the publications are just writing them themselves?

Recently, there have been articles about how Kate feels lonely without Meghan. It’s clickbait obviously. The article just talks about how they could’ve been like Diana and Sarah, but then continues to says that Kate has been successful in the rf because of her inner circle. Where do you think this is from?

Also, during the BAFTAs, William asked one of the nominees about her experience filming, saying they must have had fun. It was completely innocent and was said in a politely engaging in a casual conversation kind of way, but the Daily Mail spun it to look like a “gaffe” because the film was about a girl who was raped. I stumbled upon a sussex squaddie’s tiktok talking about it and although the account acknowledges it was a spin, he also says “William must have made some enemies” meaning there must be someone trying to make him look bad. Do you think that’s true? I thought maybe it’s just the dailymail stirring stuff to punish William for keeping himself and Kate away from public eye these days.

Honestly, this is the thing that drives me insane with royal watching. It causes paranoia. And most royal watchers begin to hate on certain royals just because they assume certain narratives are coming from that royal’s pr even though we have no proof.

You sound like you might be new to the analytical side of royal watching. That's okay!

The only reason I mention that is because if you've been a royal-watcher since before Meghan, you would have noticed a very distinct, very obvious shift in how the royals are covered and discussed in the media after Meghan came in (2016/2017). This happened because Meghan had her own PR, strategy, and comms people, Sunshine Sachs and Gina Nelthorpe-Crowne among them, promoting and marketing instead of relying on the BRF or just doing it herself personally as all the other royal girlfriends/married-ins did. And we know Meghan kept her LA team even after moving to London and getting married; it was confirmed in one of the royal books. I think it was Bower's Revenge.

How do you know from whose PR articles are coming from? Can’t it be that the publications are just writing them themselves?

It's in the details. Here are a few.

If the article is talking about apologies or olive branches, it's from the Sussexes. They're the only ones who've demanded apologies and olive branches, ever since the Oprah interview and including in Harry's Spare interviews.

If the article is discussing several members of the royal family but Meghan is listed first, it's her PR. If the article uses titles, it's from the BRF. If the article uses their first names but William and Kate are first, it's just the publication writing.

If the article is about Meghan and it's on a random topic (like that beauty article the other day about her magical hair) or it appears randomly (like when she otherwise hasn't been in the news), it's her PR. Publications aren't going to randomly write about someone unless there's cause, and cause is usually a pay incentive.

Now, People will also take stories from the BRF too, especially and mostly about Kate. Usually any long-form article about Kate that includes "close sources" or "palace insiders" quotes, it's from Kensington Palace/William's PR.

People and US tabloids also regurgitate stories from other media. If you see similar articles with near-identical quotes, that's their own writers, not usually sourced from someone's office.

Everyone also has preferred journalists that they give info to and will seek out for stories. For Meghan, it's Scobie (though she doesn't seem to be talking to her anymore, probably because she's pissed about the Dutch Endgame leaking the names) and Gayle King. For Harry, it's Bryony Gordon. For the BRF, it's usually one of the Richards, sometimes Rebecca English. For Camilla, it's Piers Morgan. (I track some of this in my Timeline series.)

If an article is about Charles and talks about a new idea or a new initiative, it's from his PR. We call them trial balloons - Charles is notorious for using the public reaction to these ideas to decide what to do.

If the piece is overly critical of Kate in comparison to Meghan, it's usually from Meghan's PR. If Meghan's name is listed first, then it's definitely from her PR. If it's bashing the Waleses children or criticizing Kate's parenting, it's from Meghan's side (though she's been very careful lately not to have her name directly connected to those stories).

If the piece is overly critical of the Waleses/Cambridges while simultaneously full of gushing praise for the Sussexes, it's usually Sussex PR.

I don't believe that William/KP briefs against the Sussexes anymore but back when they used to in late 2018/early 2019, you could tell when it was KP speaking versus the publications reporting - e.g., stories about concern for Harry's mental health were William and KP.

There are also key phrases that each principal royal like to use. Like you'll hear "keen" a lot with Kate - that's Kensington Palace speaking. "Olive branch" is Meghan.

There's also a very specific way that the writers refer to insiders/close sources, especially for William/Kensington Palace, but I'm totally blanking on that right now.

There are other ways to tell whose PR has sourced a story. These are just the ones off the top of my head. If anyone else can think of others, please share them!

Kate feeling lonely without Meghan is from Meghan-friendly associates. Meghan might be shit when it comes to public service, but she really knows her shit when it comes to PR and media. She knows that for maximum effect, she needs an affiliation to Kate. That's why she wears outfits similar to Kate's. That's why she styles her hair in big bouncy Chelsea blowouts. That's why she tries to be kid-friendly like Kate. She needs Kate for the attention she can't get on her own. Meghan needs Kate. Kate doesn't need Meghan - she's shown us that over and over again.

Anything that connects Meghan to Diana is also from Meghan. There was a whole PR campaign back in 2017/2018 when she was trying to convince Harry's world that she was royal material about how she was just like Diana. So Meghan (and Harry) also uses Diana for the attention boost.

However, anything that mentions Diana and Sarah together, that's not Meghan. Those are from the reporters themselves. Meghan so obsessively wants to be Diana that Sarah is the last person she wants to be associated with or compared to. Meghan thinks she's better than Sarah.

Kate being successful because of her inner circle is KP. Kate herself rarely speaks through PR - she's content to let William and their comms team speak for her. (Which I suspect is one of the reasons why Meghan immediately disliked her; Kate has no interest in using all this fame she has for her personal benefit where you know it's Meghan's dream to be that famous.)

Nah, it's just the Daily Mail stirring shit up. It goes back to the old adage "if you won't give me the news, you'll be the news." It's not really punishing William so much as using William for clicks, attention, and traffic, which is how digital media makes their money. Everyone does it and everyone understands that to keep their media coverage positive, they need to give the reporters something to write about. It's an unofficial pact that the palace has with the media.

William and Kate do understand this but it's not their priority to do something just for the optics and media coverage. I suspect this approach largely comes from how they were both treated by the media and paparazzi - they both understand that the interest in them is organic due to their positions. It's very 'if you build it they will come' so they don't necessarily worry about media and press coverage the way others in the BRF might.

(I do think they're a little too extreme with how media-averse they are. On the one hand I understand it because maybe they do have legitimate PTSD from how they were treated by the media and they seem to be closer to the Elizabeth/Philip style of monarchy with royal mystique and palace intrigue than the Charles/Diana/Camilla style of royalty and monarchy with transparency and open coverage. But on the other hand, they're public servants living in publicly-funded and publicly-subsidized estates; they need to be pulling their share of the weight and that means needing to be seen by the public on a regular consistent basis doing regular, consistent service. This is a lifetime commitment, not a "in 20 years when I'm King" commitment. Obviously exceptions apply when there are health concerns at hand, like there are now, but they can't alawys lean back on health concerns - not when Charles has cancer and is still seen regularly by the public.)

And that's fine! I don't think it's paranoia though - it's more stan culture to me, where the more consumed you are by your favorites, the more obsessive you become about how they're treated by others and covered in the media. At the end of the day, it's all parasocial relationships. The celebrities we favor, pay attention to, follow - they have no idea we exist and they have no idea how consumed by their life we are. Collectively, sure, they get it but individually? No. They have better things to do and they think we have better things to do.

That's why I think it's healthy to take a few steps back, look at everything more objectively, and ask exactly the kind of questions that you're asking.

As for not having proof about certain narratives, to an extent you're correct - no one is going to explicitly come out and take responsibility for saying certain things or causing certain drama. But they have subtle ways of showing their hand and giving us the proof. You just have to know what to look for and, barring that, just wait for the royal books. The books fall on a spectrum with deeply researched and investigated (like Tom Bower) on one side and biased reporting (like Scobie) on the other. If you read more of the 'biased reporter' books, those authors are falling over themselves to defend their sources and when they do that, they throw everyone else under the bus and end up confirming rumors or spoiling someone's PR game.

#ask #brf #in this essay i will

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trickster-archangel · 7 months

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Random thoughts about Hawaii Five-0 rewatch: part 1/?

So, as someone of my mutuals already knows, I'm currently undergoing the exhausting task of checking all the fucking 61 DVDs from the H50 box set before the 30-days guarantee expires, because it's physically impossible to watch them all completely in that time, even if I took 1 month leave. So I'm simply skipping back and forth and leaving the regular rewatch for when my life will be less of a living hell...so, supposedly around 2038...

I have one complaint, which is the subtitles are not completely matching all dialogues, but since my brain only needs them until it's switched to English-mode and I can start understanding it again, I guess it's alright. Second complaint: they're fucking HUGE and OVERLAPPING THE SCENES SO RANDOMLY IT HURTS.

Anyway, I've by now processed only s1-s5, and dude....some things I caught in the deleted scenes (which I've watched entirely) AND in some parts of the commentaries I specifically sought because curiosity won, and which I've never seen giffed or captioned....man, I was so angry and disappointed at times. So I thought I'd be randomly processing them here, no pics sorry, only thoughts.

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Thought #1: Alex and Scott goofing around.

Trust me. The gag reels are so much better than you'd expect. At times I was genuinely laughing to tears and god knows how rare it is.

What I loved most was to watch that scene where Alex and Scott start cussing in Italian, and I bet no one who's not Italian could understand a fuck about what they're yelling. Best part, though, were the subtitles, captioning ALEX AND SCOTT: SWEARING IN ITALIAN 😂 Just to make sure what language exactly they were using.

Thought #2: missed chance to make Amber's character less of a plastic doll, or: Why did you fucking cut those 57 seconds?!?!

While watching s5 deleted scenes, I stumbled upon two real jewels from the 24th episode. I'm still trying to understand why they couldn't include them in the canon episode, since both of them combined are less than a minute and surely there were other moments that could've been cut. My only explanation, sadly, is that it would've painted Amber in quite a different light, making her a stronger, rounder character, and giving her an agency we rarely saw in her, except when confronting her ex husband. They could've followed that route, but we cannot have a beautiful woman who's also her own person, a self-confident person, and not just a plastic Barbie doll, right?! God forbid a woman can have agency and call out men on their bullshit, it would threat masculine privilege too much....

So, what exactly happened that bothered me so deeply? (Be aware I'm quoting by heart and not literally, as I didn't take screenshots and anyway I can't make gifs. Also, the following meta is just my interpretation of the implications running through subtext).

The first scene is very short, just six or seven seconds long, but it's a jewel in subtext and non-verbal communication. It takes place presumably after or around the moment Rachel tells Danny about Charlie: we see them from afar, clearly in a street-taken point of view, from an external observer. They are agitated and distressed, Rachel more than Danny, who's tensely spread on the bench with his arms looped behind the backrest, angling far from Rachel's compact and almost self-hugging frame.

They're distressed, not happy, not even remotely connecting to each other, so it's clear it's not a scene which could be envisioned as romantic. It's only a couple of seconds long, and then we see whose this external point of view belongs to: Amber. Amber who's not an idiotic, mellow, shallow doll. Amber who's been so clearly upset by Danny's lie about the texts, that she decided to follow him to the place Rachel had indicated. Amber who's been manipulated and controlled and abused long enough to become suspicious and self-preserving when someone she loves, and who knows her vulnerability, tries to play her around. Amber who looks at them, and clearly isn't angry nor jealous, because those few moments the actress uses to convey all of Amber's inner distress, are some of her best ones (giving that the actress, alas, is not very expressive to begin with), and we understand that she doesn't see any romance in the air. She's disappointed. She's hurt. Betrayed. Again.

Amber's face, in a handful of seconds, perfectly displays the devastating feeling of someone who finally felt safe and respected and secure, only to discover that it's yet another kind of control and manipulation, less cruel, less brutal, but not less humiliating and even worrying.

This is something she's learnt at her expense, and now that she knows the red flags, she cannot trust a man who can't be honest with her, not with this kind of problems, not with something which is clearly affecting his life to a deep level. He wants Amber to be a part of his life, but only if he can control the terms, limits, boundaries and times of their relationship. And Amber has been through it all before, and can't trust that history won’t repeat itself.

She then drives away, hurt and disappointment written all over her face.

The second deleted scene is even more important plotwise, because it explains Amber's absence as Danny’s plus one at Kono's wedding, after all the talk he did in the car about bringing some Amber's friend as Steve's date, and it casts a new light over Danny's reaction to Steve's resolve to ask Cath to marry him, or his tension about Lynn, or Amber's condistent absence for the whole first part of s6, or even Danny's and Amber's fight during their Valentine's dinner.

The scene is longer, about fifty seconds, and it supposedly takes place right at the end of the episode, after Danny pulls up at the hospital's parking lot, after Steve's affectionate text. He takes his phone out of his pocket again because he's received a voice-mail message.

A message from Amber (sorry, I noticed just now I'm still going with Amber instead of Melissa).

She says she's sorry to be doing this by voice-mail because she'd prefer to do it in person, but given their situation it's probably for the best if she spares them both the trouble to be forced to find shallow excuses. She says he's an amazing man, and that she likes what they have and that she thinks it might be real, and that she hopes he feels the same. She's understanding that his job comes first and it's terribly demanding, as she's also aware of how hard his life and his backstory is, with Grace and Rachel. This all considered, she thinks it's best if they stop and take a pause, so that he can reflect and decide if he wants to keep this thing going, but as for now, she can't keep seeing him on these terms.

Amber decided to stop seeing Danny until he decided what to do with their relationship and be honest with her, and started thinking seriously if he was just using her, as she probably felt.

Why?? Why did they cut this whole plotline? It's pivotal for Danny's arc, for his strained and angry attitude towards everyone, for his constant distress, for his even worsening negativity, for the way he's overcompensating with excessive euphoria to Steve's announcement about Cath, for how he meddles with them and confronts Cath about being honest, for how he's not thrilled about Lynn's insertion inside Steve's life.

Because he's alone, at that time. Call it temporary breakup or period of reflection or a break, but he was single and thinking, again, about everything he was doing wrong with his life and his relationships, and falling again into his old black hole of depression and self-sabotage, and seeing Steve going on with his life even at the cost of pretending he was happy with this woman he had supposedly no trouble cheating on, during their "couple retreat", making him wonder if either what he had with Lynn wasn't serious, or if his obvious charade about his threesome with Alyssa and her friend had a second meaning.

Also, they were probably both single again, or at least testing the waters, when they were at the retreat. And Danny definitely was when Cath left Steve once again abandoned, betrayed, and never-chosen in face of anything else.

Quite a lot of subtext to think about, for just 57 seconds which were, prudently, cut.

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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Hai! I was wondering if you take requests for Lalo? If you do I was thinking a Lalo x reader x Saul 👀 in the situation where Saul went out to the desert and Lalo met Kim for the first time surprised that Saul could pull someone like her. In this case Lalo gets to intervene with the reader? 😈

i kept this gender neutral since i didn't see myself being able to write feminine reader right now. sorry! hope you still like it :]

You weren't supposed to be here.

You weren't supposed to be imitating a lawyer on the case of Jorge De Guzman. You weren't supposed to be in this chair right now, leg nervously bouncing subconsciously.

You especially weren't supposed to be talking to Lalo Salamanca.

He hadn't said a word since the guard had brought him in. Only eyeballing you as he sat down with a gaze you couldn't read even if you wanted. Really, the only audible sound that had been made was the sound of the heavy metal door locking shut from behind the two of you.

It made you nervous. This whole situation made you nervous. You hadn't seen Jimmy for the past two days, and all you had to go on was a name.

Eduardo Salamanca.

Just hearing about him from Jimmy made you grit your teeth with nerves. You weren't into law like he was, instead opting for a much different profession, but you were pretty sure being offered to pick up seven million in cash for someone currently lying his ass off to get out of jail wasn't typical client/lawyer behavior.

"Uh. Hi."

He just kept staring at you. Expression unmoving.

"So, er, I'm not a lawyer. If you couldn't already tell." You tapped your fingers against your opposite arm in a way to comfort yourself. Something that Lalo picked up on and stored away for later. Not that you would notice his flitting gaze.

"I just want to know where you sent Jimmy. Saul. Mr. McGill. Whoever you know him as."

His eyes were one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen. Jimmy's was a cool blue, often reminding you of the calm sea crashing against a sandy shore. You swore you felt like you were drowning every time you looked into them. But Lalo's were much different. Striking. A deep brown, with a few flecks of what could only be described as a honey like color in them. They were as enticing as anything you had ever seen before, while still reminding you of the situation you were in.

"I have no knowledge of what you speak of."

God, even his voice was soft with a bit of bite to it.

You swallowed uncomfortably.

"Please, excuse my french, but cut the bullshit. I know who you are. Really are. Certantly not some 'De Guzman'." Your fingers formed quotes in the air at the last part. Albeit a bit shaken. "I just want to know where you sent my Jimmy. I don't have any other boons to crave with you."

Lalo clenched his jaw. If Saul—er, Jimmy—had been in the room with them at that moment, the lawyer would have a new hole smack dab in the middle of his forhead to spit gum from. Who was he to share that information with some random person? For all Lalo knew you had been picked up randomly off the streets to come and deliver this message.

But he restrained himself. That hypothetical situation didn't seem likely the longer he sat with you. You were already visibly uncomfortable. No need to increase that. It gained him nothing. Besides, it was something else you said that had caught his rapt attention.

"Your Jimmy." Lalo leaned forward, one eyebrow higher on his face than the other with curiosity. He placed his elbows firmly on the table and rested his chin on the top of his folded hands. It wasn't a question—it was a statement. Repeating your own words back for you.

"Did I say that?" You stumbled through your words now. "I mean, I wouldn't nessicarily say he's my Jimmy. I mean, he's everyone's Jimmy. Howard's, Kim's, that guy from the coffee shop—"

Words died in your throat as you realized the man across from you was no longer listening. Instead he had leaned back a significant amount, clearly getting comfortable, in his own goddamn handcuffs, as he laughed.

"Wow! Just wow. He managed to pull you?" A bright smile had since overtaken his face, as well as a hearty chuckle every now and then. "¡Querido Dios! No pensé que tuviera la capacidad de ir tras tal belleza. Moi bein."

With a clearing of your throat you brought his baby browns snapping back to your face. Not the best feeling if you were being honest.

"I feel like I'm missing something here."

"Ah. You wouldn't get it." He waved you off still smiling. It reminded you of the way you would be excluded from a group of your so called friends back in your school days, clearly being the outsider out of all of them amongst inside jokes and playful banter. You pushed that away, not eager to imagine Lalo as a pimple faced teenager mocking you. You couldn't decide if that would make him scarier or not at this point.

"Oh-kay then." Your voice drew each syllable out unnaturally. Lalo started to drift again, seemingly losing motivation in this conversation. He was interested in whether you would scramble to keep his attention or not. How much you really cared for Saul slash Jimmy. He wasn't disappointed when you quickly picked up your speech again.

"Listen I don't really think you or I want me to be here right now. So if you could just tell me where Jimmy is I'll go and it'll be like this never happened. I swear. Besides me and you—" Your hands gestured back and forth over the metal table, pointing to each of you individually. "—can legally keep this a secret without getting in trouble. On account of, uh, law stuff."

Lalo wanted to laugh. It was amusing to him, this whole situation. Clearly you were someone of interest in his play now. Just another card in the deck he had happened to be delt. And an interesting one too if his assumption about that ring on your finger was right. Which was something you had probably forgotten to remove before coming to visit him. The idea of you being in his line of work crossed his mind before it was shattered with a chuckle. You wouldn't last a day.

"Alright. I'll tell you where he is."

You brightened.

"Right after I get my seven million."

And there it was.

"I can't do that, you sent Jimmy to get it." He watched as you grew more upset, just shrugging with an unbothered smile in response. Your expression didn't change in the slightest even as he offered a shrug of his shoulders and a chippy apology.

"Hey! We're done!" That was all Lalo responded to your distress with, standing up and stretching as much as he could. Words of urgency attacked him from behind as he wandered over to the door and rapped on it. But Lalo couldn't be bothered. You were now a card in his hand, yes, but he would have to set you aside for another time.

"Hey. Listen." He turned around as the guard who had escorted him there opened the large large door, facing you. "I'm sure he'll come back. He's got a mouth on him after all. Managed to escape my cousins wrath, and that's a talent on its own." Handcuffs clicked loudly as they were succumbed around his wrists. Lalo temporarily stopped facing you to look over at the guard, telling him to ease up in spanish.

"But. On the off chance the guy doesn't turn up, feel free to call me anytime azúcar."

A wink was just barely tossed your way before Lalo was gone. The only evidence he had even been in the room a strong smell of cologne and pepper. You thought for a minute about how he manged to smell like that while rotting in jail but quickly shook your head to rid yourself of the thought.

That certantly wasn't how you thought today would go. But based on the flush in your cheeks and dryness of your mouth, you didn't have room to complain.

#lalo salamanca x y/n #lalo salamanca x you #lalo salamanca x reader #lalo salamanca #jimmy mcgill x reader #jimmy mcgill x you #jimmy mcgill x y/n #jimmy mcgill #x reader #request #drabble #better call saul x reader #better call saul

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princess tutu re-watch, episode 12

wow, the opening monologue is getting hardcore

love how the rose from last episode has withered, as if we've stumbled into "Beauty and the Beast"

oh my god Tutu had to help Fakir back to his dorm room and he HATES EVERY SECOND OF IT hahhahahaha

cut to Tutu passed out on Mytho's (empty) bed next to him

Fakir: why the fuck are you dressed like this?

Ahiru: Because Tutu isn't technically a student, and if I get caught in here, I can magically ballet myself out of trouble.

Fakir: That is… surprisingly sensible, actually. But don't go around thinking we're friends or anything! I told you I work best alone!

Ahiru: Okay, well, what if we found Mytho together? Just this once?

Fakir: .... No comment.

Rue made a nest in the chapel out of feathers. Mytho is back to being a puppet again.

Rue breaking the fourth wall to address Drosselmeyer directly is HILARIOUS and freaks him the hell out! But she gets him right where it hurts: she offers to tell him the best story, and he is all ears.

(this is where the "Scheherazade" of the title comes from, heh)

are there any official/fan-made maps of Gold Crown Town anywhere?? I'd love to know where all the places are in relation to each other. They seem to visit the pizza place a lot.

I SAW THAT FOND SMILE FLICKER ACROSS YOUR FACE FOR A MOMENT, FAKIR, YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE

oh no, Mytho is evil now. He makes fun of the knight for getting torn to pieces by the raven in the original story.

Fakir: HEY THAT'S THE THING I'M SENSITIVE ABOUT.

oh, that's why Mytho was acting so much like Rue, because it was a crow-puppet Rue was using instead.

Tutu was originally a bit character in the original story, but Ahiru takes the news better than Fakir because she had always seen herself on the sidelines.

Edel: I'm here to be a plot device!

Ahiru: But I love you anyway!

Edel: ... No comment.

Drosselmeyer: I hate it when my puppets develop feelings!

(can you imagine his reaction if all the puppets unionized?)

we hear a random horse neighing and for a moment I thought it was Fakir's as-yet-unnamed horse, but nothing comes of it

Drosselmeyer confirms that he's only using puppets because he can't go directly into the narrative without major consequences.

Bonding time in the catacombs!!

I didn't know ducks could grin so smugly, but Ahiru manages it when she transforms in front of Fakir.

Fakir: OH NOOOOOO SHE KNOWS MY SECRET IDENTITY!!! *barf*

Fakir: "Wait, can ducks drown? No, knowing her, it's possible". (actual quote)

Fakir: Wait, I don't speak duck, please transform--OH SHIT, A NAKED GIRL, I TAKE THAT BACK.

Fakir: Why do you have TWO secret identities, that's so unfair!

Fakir reading the original story to Mytho and him being interested in Tutu's disappearance (and wanting to save her) is so cute!

Rue challenges Tutu to speak her feelings, knowing that's the one thing she cannot do. It's clever and dramatic, I'll give her that. Good thing ballet is all about expressing emotions without words!

Drosselmeyer: Dance, my pretties! Dance for your miserable LIVES!

truly, this episode has everything, by which I mean it's mostly Ahiru and Fakir bouncing off each other for twenty minutes, which is all I really want out of life.

#princess tutu #lily liveblogs

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Mermaid Tears - 3

All parts here

Warnings - Fluff, and slight non-con behavior

As always apologises for grammar, spelling and any mistakes.

Some of the mermaid lore in this is random and yes, that is a the little mermaid quote. Please ask any questions if things don't make sense.

Tags - @youbloodymadgenius ♡

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Kattegat was beautiful in the snow, it remained Nix of the time when she was younger. She had longed to see how humans lived, always admiring them from afar.

Her mother had spoken of them fondly, how the ones she met were caring and how they were similar to themselves. Instead of a tail, they had two legs and weren't able to breathe below the waves. They used boats to explore the world around them, fire for warmth and used odd man-made caves on land for shelter.

Nix had always been more interested in the strange creatures than her sisters. Fascinated by the trinkets her mother would return with.

Even after her mother disappeared and her older sisters told her stories of war, bloodshed, of being hunted and labelled the humans, demons, Nix never understood how a world that made such wonderful things could be so bad.

A few months after her mother's disappearance, her sisters and herself stayed behind in the cold waters instead of migrating to warmer waters, in the hope that their mother would return. The sun had set and the water on the shore line was frozen but the caves on land were giving off a warm glow as music and laughter filled the air.

The sand beneath her feet moved and changed, crunching as the snow melted with each step. It caused a sharp tingle on the sole of her foot as the icy air whipped around her. Hugging herself, Nix looked up at the moon and stars before watching thier reflection on the water's surface. She could see the beauty in which her mother described, the ocean, her home, looked very different from on land.

The warm glow and music called to her as she could wobbly steps towards it. Once closer she hid behind the huts as people walked by, laughing as they hurried by covered in furs. That must be how the humans kept warm, she noted, spotting more in similar attire.

As the cold night air made her shiver and her fingers turn blue, she noticed a rug hanging over a door. Pulling it slowly towards her as not to be seen she quickly wrapped it around herself and continued towards the Great Hall where most of the magical noise was coming from.

Peering through the cracks in the wood, she saw people eating, drinking and dancing. Looking down at her own feet she wondered if she'd be able to do the same. Watching the humans move in time with the melody as people around them clapped, she couldn't help but smile and long to join in.

At the centre of the circle was a woman in white with a crown of flowers in her golden hair.

Her smile was shining as she looked to the man in front of her, his eyes surrounded in black looking at her with a look, Nix could only imagine was love.

They reminded her of the tale her mother would tell her, of how the sea loved the moon. How their love was a dance.

Nix was so engrossed in the dancing couple she never noticed someone appear behind her until she felt a hand on her ankle and tugging on the fabric around her.

Looking down at the man at her feet, she couldn't understand the noises he snarled at her, pointing a knife towards her, gesturing to her up and down.

As she didn't respond his smirk dropped and his brow frowned as he tilted his head at her.

"I shouldn't be here" Nix said helplessly, knowing he couldn't understand her "I will go"

She turned around to walk away but his hand was still on her ankle, causing her to stumble. As her back hit the cold ground, he quickly crawled over her, placed his knife to her throat. His face was so close to hers, Nix could see every detail as she stared up at him. His eyes were an enchanting blue.

He looked at her in question and Nix shook her head, hoping it was the right thing to do. At first it seemed the wrong answer as his blade pushed hard into her neck before his eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips and the pressure lessened.

His lips inched dangerously closer to hers. His warm breath fluttered over her cold cheeks but as his lips brushed hers, he suddenly pulled away, throwing himself backwards with strong upper body strength. He pulled himself across the ground, creating distance between them as for a moment he had a look of shock and horror, his icy blue eyes wide.

Nix got to her feet, looking at the young man, she paused for a moment before hurrying away into the night back to the safety of the ocean.

Her older sister Nerida, reprimanded her, reminding her of how awful, cruel and monstrous humans could be. That they were only useful for reproducing, for there were no male mermaids. One rule was never to visit the same place again, that had been their mother's mistake.

Nix, at that moment, still believed humans could be wonderful as she pictured the happy couple and the young man's enchanting eyes. Her faith in them wasn't broken until boats, carrying hordes of demons, hunted and slayed her sisters.

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As her hand began to heal, so did her heart. Although far bigger and far scary, these humans didn't seem so bad compared to her previous captures. These allowed her comfort but never gave her freedom, for the one called Ebony was always by her side.

Ebony was a foot taller than Nix and often reminded her of Nerida with her raven hair. She helped Nix with everything from dressing, bathing and even helped her learn words to understand the world and language spoken around her. It only took Nix a short while to understand as mermaids were gifted in language.

Nix grew fond of the ones around her, Helga, an was a kind older woman with golden hair and a sweet smile but her husband Floki always gave Nix an odd look as if not trusting of her.

It had surprised her to learn that the brothers were considered royalty and that Ivar was king. For in her world there was no royalty, just different family pods, consisting of a mother and her daughters. When she learnt what being a king meant, Nix was even more confused as to why Ivar and his brothers had treated her with such kindness, spoiled her with comfort for they didn't treat their other thralls and captives this way.

One evening as Nix returned from seeing Helga to have the bandage on her hand removed, she heard yelling from the room she resided in. Cries of pain rang out as a thrall tried to help Ivar remove his braces.

"Forgive me, my king" he whimpered as Ivar hissed in pain and pulled a knife against him

"No more mistakes" Ivar gritted his teeth before letting the terrified thrall go, who hurried away.

He sighed, groaning in pain as he lay back to look up at the roof before sitting up quickly sensing someone watching. His face softened as he noticed Nix, standing at the door.

"Please, don't just stand there, come in" he said softly, offering his hand to her. "I needed a quiet space and Hvitserk is using his room"

Nix approached him cautiously as she accepted his hand. His larger ones gently turned her hand over and inspected the pink scar on her palm from the injury she gained from the shattered glass. "This has healed nicely"

"Yes, Helga is wonderful," Nix smiled as he let her hand go. She moved to kneel before him and help with the braces.

Ivar moved his leg away and hissed in pain, desperately trying to hide it. "Don't"

"Let me help you," She offered softly "you have cared for me, allow me to do the same"

Ivar shook his head and removed her hands from his leg "I am fine. I just need a rest" he moved to stand, trying to cover his pain as he did so. "Hvitserk should be done by now"

Nix placed a hand on his shoulder to try and stop him "Stay here, this is yours after all. You have been far too kind keeping me here. I can join Ebony"

Ivar frowned before grabbing her hand again. "You are not a thrall" he said, making Nix frown, if she wasn't like Ebony, what was she?

"Stay with me" he uttered, his blue eyes looking so vulnerable. The mask he wore so often, cracking before her. Nix had a flash of a memory from long ago.

His eyes were an enchanting blue.

They lay in silence, heads resting on the pillows as Ivar studied her face, with a sense that he knew her.

"Can a mermaid's kiss save someone from drowning?" Ivar asked, having asked a few questions about myths already. He felt like a boy again as it helped to distract from the pain.

"My sister, Nerida said it was true but only in a mermaid true form" Nix shrugged "but I don't know"

"Is it true, mermaid tears can heal?" He asked, glancing briefly down to his legs and back up to Nix.

"No" she said softly "Mermaids don't cry for there is no sense in crying in water"

Ivar nodded lost in thought as Nix gently combed a hand over his braids, humming a soft but haunting melody. As she hummed Ivar, felt his mind become light and his pain ease as he against his own will moved closer to her.

As sleep began to take a hold, he shook his head, desperately fighting against the sensation taking over him. "Tell me a tale of your people" He muttered, wanting to learn more from her world, to continue to hear his dear mermaid talk.

Nix told him the tale of the sea that loved the moon as he drifted into the first restful sleep in his life.

#ivar vikings #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #ivar fluff #ivar lothbrok #ivar x oc #hvitserk lothbrok #ubbe lothbrok #bjorn lothbrok #helga #vikings fanfiction #ivar angst #ivar au

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💓 ✏️ 💧 💥

Hee hoo

hee hoo hee - here r more cringe lore. he's so fucking cringe you should put him down. you should clown on him. do it. do it for me.

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

coffee. when he drinks too much of it, it gives him heart palpitations.

any amount of exercise or high impact sports will also get the blood pumping for sure. his heart also tends to race whenever he feels the adrenaline rushing before a test ala pre-exam jitters. or during an exam when he’s not even halfway through the questions yet, but more than half of the exam time has already passed and he has to speed up and pick up his slack or when only 3 minutes are left and yuu has one more paragraph to finish, so yuu has to write at the speed of sound, no time for mistakes. those moments really gets him going.

of course, he loves the adrenaline and the way his heart starts racing when he’s doing something he knows he shouldn’t be doing, messing with someone or stealing something or otherwise committing something foul and villainous and wretched and dastardly. he loves it when he has a close call, when he is so close to being caught in the act, but gets away with it in the end. the best kind of rush making the rewards even more satisfying.

and who can resist the sheer satisfaction he feels when someone he dislikes is floundering, struggling, trying but failing to understand something that yuu understands easily, simply, naturally. when yuu knows that someone he dislikes is wrong about something, and he is only seconds away from correcting them and getting to see them flustered and lose their composure, flapping their chops and stumbling for words to try and retort, failing miserably and embarrassingly.

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

quote:

“isn’t it funny, how you can live so near and never notice.” — not-them, the magnus archives, mag 3: across the street.

“my manipulations were not intricate, but they were far beyond what was expected of a child my age, and i have always believed that the key to manipulating people is to ensure that they always under- or over-estimate you. never reveal your true abilities or plans.” — annabelle cane, the magnus archives, mag 147: weaver.

lyric:

“i, alone, am like a swaying rootless weed./ on this seething, seething loop line,/ there’s none— there’s no terminal stop./ farewell, darling, darling, darling,/ on the endlessly looping loop,/ keep on walking alone miserably, young lady.” — リンネ (rinne)/samsara.

“there is no flower in this world more beautiful than an artificial one./ that’s because everything is manufactured from lies.” — フォニイ/phony.

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

yuu was bullied for as long as he could remember. since the day he could remember, up until the last day of highschool, he was always othered by his peers. in his younger days, for his bizarre mannerism and appearance. in highschool, for his disposition and a title he never asked for. despite being class president, people would isolate him and scribble derogatory insults onto the back of his white uniform shirt or pour an assortment of liquid on him to humiliate him.

classmates would relay all their menial tasks to him, even things that yuu shouldn’t have been doing alone, like cleaning the classroom at the end of the day or carrying stacks of dirty food plates to the bin at the cafeteria, expecting him to simply carry along without a word, not being able to complain because he’s “just doing his task right, oh so great class president.” or fight back because “a real class president shouldn’t mouth off and just do his job right?”. he was only considered class president if it suited the class, otherwise he was more invisible than air, worse than trash.

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

yuu actually has good control over his own emotions, and he doesn’t really fight or repress any of them. he’s experienced and mature, he knows how to identify his emotions and deal with them, so he can parse feelings like sadness and anger and embarrassment or humiliation with relative ease. negative thoughts and misery are things he keeps as company so he’d rarely act out because of them. i suppose more positive emotions are ones he has less experience in? even then, yuu wouldn’t fret over it too much. he’ll accept them graciously. yuu has no trouble accepting praise or love. so, of all of them, i think the one feeling yuu absolutely despise is feeling helpless. not knowing what to do, not knowing how to do something, not knowing. he hates it. he doesn’t like how it makes him feel small and weak and powerless. he doesn’t like how it opens him up to being taunted at and jeered at by others for his shortcomings. it’s something that yuu would seek to rectify as fast as he can, and yuu has already gotten over his struggle of asking for support. he wants to resolve something by himself, but if he needs help he’s going to ask for it.

overall, yuu is very nonchalant. he doesn’t see the point of feeling emotions strongly. superlatives like “love” or “hate” or “jubilation” or “ire” or “attraction” or “revulsion” or “admiration” or “jealousy” are a waste of his time because he doesn’t let himself be affected or bothered by things external to himself, which in turn makes him emotionally resilient. to feel strongly because of other people or by circumstances outside of himself means to be vulnerable to the whims of other people and circumstances, which he frankly couldn’t care less of and are ultimately uncontrollable and unpredictable. but his thoughts and feelings and actions? those are things he can control and those are the things he anchors himself on.

#yuu stranger lore #twst mc #twst yuu #-; yuu stranger lore #-; ramblings #ento

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noleavestoblow · 3 months

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"If I lean in, I can hear all the words said in your life, now in a different order. There’s still no love, even though I’ve looked through all the words twice. I go digging in the mass grave of language for the extra loves and I end up bringing loneliness back with me."

― Victoria Chang

#Victoria Chang #reading #literature #quotes #life #life quotes #quote #world #random beautiful stuff that i read #random quotes #stumbling on random beautiful quotes #poem excerpt #poetry

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kayedium-writes · 1 year

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Ten Lines Tag

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three or more) then share it. Tag others if you want.

I think I was tagged forever ago by @writingpotato07 and @alonelyturtle before I dropped off the grid, and now @mrsmungus - so thank all three of you for the tags!

Leaving an open tag tonight while I try to catch up!

(And I'm stealing this random number generator idea because it is great, so between 1-41 for the works I have on my AO3!)

Fic 33 - On the Boardwalk

“Or maybe Leia has the both of you wrapped around her finger equally,” Ahsoka quipped as she quickly tore off a chunk of Padmé’s funnel cake and leaped away before she could react. His wife’s eyes went wide, her ears turning red, and he couldn’t resist snickering. No one messes with her food. Ahsoka was as good as dead.

Fic 16 - I Can Explain, I Swear

“Hi…” Ahsoka opened the door looking like death warmed over, the hood of her jacket pulled tightly around her face, her nose slightly red and voice full of congestion. “I feel like garbage.”

Fic 5 - Personal Failings

He had failed her.

Fic 41 - Friends of the Bride & Groom - Chapter 3

“Let me take you home,” he blurted out. Was he always like this, or was it a side effect of all the alcohol he’d dumped into his body? “I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re drunk, remember?” He looked around, stumbling a bit. Which was all the answer she needed. “Look, you can’t take me home. You can’t even walk a straight line.” “Then let me get you a taxi,” he offered. It was a more rational idea, probably more so than anything else he suggested. “And I can ride with you. I should probably go home myself.”

Fic 32 - You're My Lobster

“Was that a quote from Friends?” Ahsoka snickered from the other room. “God, you’re corny.”

Fic 31 - Dahlia

“I think… You are so beautiful,” he breathed.

Fic 39 - Are We There Yet?

He was rethinking every idea he ever had. Between his twin children rambling on, Ahsoka’s whining from the trunk, and Padmé’s humming to keep herself content... He was gonna lose it by the time they made it to Florida.

Fic 9 - A Snuggle for Your Scare

“Then we won’t be watching anymore of the… Whatever their names are. Jason Myers, Michael Krueger… Hannibal!” “That was insanely pathetic,” he said with a laugh. “Michael Myers was right there, and you didn’t get that one on your own?”

Fic 12 - Countdown to Forever

“Ani!” She strolled over, running a finger along the picture frame. Of all the photos, he’d used her headshot from her time as president of the student government. Soon, she swore to herself, they would replace it with one of them instead. Something current and much more flattering. “You did not have to do this.”

Fic 20 - Love and Basketball

Somehow, without even hearing where the story was going next, she had a pretty good idea of how it ended. Anakin and his damn ego were going to end them all one day if he didn’t learn how to back away from a challenge. She nodded along as he continued feeding her pointless details about the alleged basketball game, drawing diagrams in the air like she could follow anything he was talking about.

#anidala fanfiction #fanfic snippet #anakin x padme #moder au #happy skywalker family au #open tag

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Baffled didn’t even begin to explain how Agnes felt at that point.

Being a good looking young woman with a taste for everything girly, Agnes had been on a handful of dates - none of them much on the successful side, per se. Despite her funny personality and playfulness, she tended to kick off better with women, for her humor orbits in a universe most guys are not so much aware of. She is straight, she is certain of that; she just doesn’t understand how weirdly hard it is for her to genuinely find someone who likes her witty comebacks and her all-over-the-place references on somewhat femcel movies. It’s frustrating most of the times, but it’s not like she’s willing to change her personality in order to get along with men.

It all started when she discovered Tumblr at the age of fifteen. It seemed magical - she was ready to give whatever it took to follow a certain but specific aesthetic. A girl alone in her teenage years is a wild thing, and Agnes had the most amazing teenage years blogging and bonding with random girls online, from all over the world. And when she was soon becoming too old for it, Agnes found herself lurking around a new aesthetic full of movies, quotes and character traits.

To be fair, Agnes genuinely liked the thrill of seeing women portrayed in such vengeful ways. It was funnily and oddly out of place, far from the reality she was familiar with - not that she wished to be like that, but to be able to witness it was enough. This passion for the aesthetic of it continued to grow as she started university in a promising institution in Korea, where both her parents attended.

It was difficult to blend in at first, for she grew up immersed in a different culture than most of the people she now shares her days and evenings with. However, Agnes managed to fit in and slide through the burdens of being a foreigner, and that, of course included dating.

College years are made for development in all aspects, and her love life wouldn’t be left behind. Agnes tried to pick cute guys by herself at first, just to be met with harsh turnbacks or just simple rejections. You’re not my type, Agnes-ssi, I’m sorry. I only date Koreans. Your face is not small as I like. Your beauty is too exotic for me. Agnes got to grips with hating Korean men in a heartbeat.

Her contempt for the single lifestyle didn’t sit well with one of her closest friend’s spirits. Agnes didn’t take her seriously when she said she would match her up with a friend in a blind date until she had time and place settled. Her friend knew Agnes was the picky type and promised the guy would meet whatever expectation she wanted.

And just so, it was nothing like she expected. Siwoo is her friend’s colleague who also studies computer science. Him and Agnes had the worst blind date in the history of the universe - they shared no similarities at all. The way he dressed completely blew her off. Her humor was way too odd for him to understand. Their interests were divergent in all possible aspects. They have nothing in common, and even that is an understatement.

What Agnes didn’t imagine to happen post date disaster was to stumble upon tweets about her while stalking Siwoo’s social media - how dared him to talk shit about her just like that? She always made sure to keep up with all the socials her dates have, and Siwoo was the unpleasant surprise. It’s not like she didn’t post her fair share of tweets about last night’s disaster, but Siwoo wasn’t the one with the right to say a word about it. After all, he was the one underdressed for the occasion.

Agnes didn’t waste time and replied to whatever he posted and invited him for a coffee shop date - she didn't have much interest on him, but she had all the intention of confronting him on that social media matter.

The afternoon was quiet and the coffee shop near the campus was not packed with people like it always is. Agnes got there first of course, ordering an iced chai for herself. She also took it upon herself to find them a table, electing one right by the corner of the shop. It had cozy cushion chairs and a yellow lightning.

Siwoo soon arrived, got something to drink and say right across from Agnes. She couldn’t help but notice he was drinking a chocolate Frappuccino with no coffee. “Are you serious?” Agnes had to laugh while pointing out his beverage of choice - that was ridiculous. “This is literally iced cocoa with whipped cream. I can’t believe someone would actually pay for this.”

Choi took a few sips of her chai while catching a glimpse of the guy sitting before her - he definitely is pretty. Handsome, if that made more sense. Despite his breathtaking and undeniable looks, it almost felt like Siwoo made an effort to look trashed; just like the other night when they went out, he chose some mid wash, worn out denim pants, a simple baseball model tee with blue highlights, rusty sneakers and a cap with a logo Agnes didn’t even want to know about. What the fuck is wrong with this man? Agnes choked out a laugh at her own thought. “So…” She started with nowhere to go, but carried on either way. “Do you have any psych ward recommendations for me?”

#agnes & siwoo

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for the writing asks: 12, 13, and 9

12) your weaknesses as an author

Sometimes I simp too hard for who I’m writing about and it’s obvious

Taking fucking forever to write anything 😂 I also lose motivation easily and that’s stopped me from attempting / finishing anything with like, an actual plot. Sometimes I struggle figuring out an interesting and relevant way to get characters from point A to point B. I’m much better at describing the internal than the external. I can get carried away with my imagery too, but it’s fun lol

13) your strengths as an author

I like to believe I’m good with dialogue, characterization and emotion. I’ve also been told I have beautiful prose, something I never even thought about until I kept getting complimented for it 😂 I’ve had many people tell me over the years my work has comforted them, made them cry, made them feel better about themselves in some way, so being able to make my readers genuinely feel something is probably my proudest strength.

9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

Music helps inspire ideas, as does going for walks, and sometimes just random pictures and info I stumble across (flashback to when I was writing a paper for university and an article I was looking through had a quote that was SO Life is Strange-esque that it hit me like a freight train and I had to write it down and lost all interest in my paper lmfao).

Something that really helps me is knowing that there’s people out there looking forward to reading my stuff. That’s gotten me to finish things before when I was struggling. It really makes all the difference.

Thanks for the ask 👌

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𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐨𝐛𝐬 – ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

a/n; a “thot job” for men are basically jobs that men who are hoes stereotypically tend to do. so tonight, i’m gonna tell you what “thot job” vibe the jjk boys give me ~ warnings for suggestive-ness, slight nsfw; characters included under the cut: megumi, gojo, nanami, suguru, choso, mahito, and todo as a bonus.

yuuji ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (line cook/bartender) –

that boy gives me the biggest “line cook at a chain restaurant in a college town that’s fucking all the servers and the one hostess that's of age” vibes. when he's not in the back of house cooking up oversalted underpriced food and hitting on all the pretty waitresses that come down to his side of the line, he's in the front of house behind the bar making signature drinks and stealing your girl.

wait, please imagine him behind the grill in a tan cap turned backward in a t-shirt with the sides and sleeves cut out (because fuck kitchen safety apparently) with those super lax fit sweats that always have a towel hanging from the waistband, and you can't ignore those super sexy non-slip sneakers. *yum*

+ he 100% is that guy you fuck as your first time to “get it over with” because he seems nice (and actually is) but he's also your first gut-punch about men because fuck you just saw him leave with your new coworker but he called you beautiful and was so gentle and now he's moved on? ugh.

megumi ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (emt/paramedic) –

megumi... in a paramedic uniform? no wonder he's always getting hit on while he's on the job. drunk college girls that have to ride in the ambulance for alcohol poisoning? in love with him. old ladies on their last leg looking up at him from their gurney? can't believe their eyes. actually trying to force their body to reverse in age by sheer willpower so they can shoot their shot. closeted dudebros with broken arms trying to play the tough guy act? putty in his fucking hands.

he'd go out to his favorite bar after work with his coworkers and try not to make it too terribly obvious that he was taking home the cute little pediatrics nurse that also frequents the bar after her rounds. the next night after that? a radiology tech. then, an anesthesiologist. then, a random girl that just happened to stumble in the bar that night. week after week, until he's accidentally become the community dick all the women in his hospital can't get enough of. absolutely the type to dick you down so good you'd be stuck on stupid for him, having flashbacks about the dick throughout the day type shit. but, he's a fuck once and move on type of guy. he's busy saving lives you know.

nanami ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (college english professor) –

no thoughts, head empty, just waxing poetically about literary greats. he will "quote jane austin, gatekeep, girlboss" his way into some pussy in a heartbeat.

now, he's a professional. he would never intend to sleep with his own students, at least not while they are currently his students, but some just manage to slip through the cracks. only some of them. never the freshmen. is it just him or do they look younger and younger every year? *ick* no no no. he would be a good-natured thot. a man with morals, if you will. if he just had to act on the brewing sexual tension that only really develops during his office hours, juniors and seniors were his only acceptable playthings. TAs were fun to pass around with the philosophy and social work professors too. his colleagues were also fair game, but only the teachers in other departments.

though, that new english professor that moved into the office next door does look like she'd be fun to get to know. maybe he would stop by and introduce himself properly sometime... it couldn't hurt.

gojo ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (club promoter) –

he quite literally slides into the dms as a career, do i need to say more?

if there's an event, he's there. every club worth patronizing in his city, he's been to it, and he's always everyone's favorite person there. "come on babygirl, just come show your pretty face for an hour. I'll buy you a drink, and get you VIP. you can come sit in my section," is his sales pitch. always accompanied by a post on his instagram story of him at a similar event, showing off how pretty he looks in the sea of people taking up space in the background of his photos. he knows better than to actually dm you the picture, he wouldn't want to come off as a creep. but no, you see the post on his story, and ask him if you can bring your girls, and when he says yes you're hooked. rinse and repeat, for every event, every club, weekend after weekend.

every instagram model looking to cement herself as an in-the-know party girl, every cute little college girl who's new in his city and looking for trouble, every young mom looking to add some spice in her life again, on and on and on... he's done them all. the guys too, to be fair. he's an equal opportunity slut. there's plenty of him to go around.

suguru ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (tattoo artist) –

pleasure and pain, that's the constant state of being that suguru geto is always in.

i mean... come on. who's able to resist a hot, long-haired, ARTISTIC gentle, steady-handed, patient, masochist with a pain kink? nobody. that's who. please, if you got tatted by him you'd be walking out of the studio with your thighs clamped closed or you'd be leaking on the floor the entire way out. he's just so... close while he does tattoos. he has to rest his arm on your body, touch you and maneuver your skin this way and that way to make his masterpiece come out flawless on your soft supple skin.

he knows, he fucking KNOWS he's irresistible. he rides a Harley and he just went up a size in his gauges and he has a fresh tattoo healing on his mid-thigh and his hair is up in a loose bun. he could get whoever the fuck he wants and the cocky fucker doesn't even have the decency to pretend that he couldn't. he doesn't shy away when you flirt, he doesn't avoid your gaze when you look down at him from where you're laid still on his tattoo table. he's a walking canvas filled with the most beautiful art you've ever seen. he's a walking magnet for pussy also, who can blame him?

choso ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (barber) –

speaking of long hair... y'all know those super hot alternative style barbers that have long hair but are actually super talented barbers? yeah, that's choso. don't let the space buns fool you, he can do a fade like a pro. watch out though. he would 100% give your boyfriend a lineup in the afternoon and still slide in your dms after hours.

there's nothing else to say. he's hot and his job is to make other men look hot. there's a lot of power in that. it's also a tiring job, so he goes out on the weekends after he's cleaned his clippers and swept up his station and then he's free. free to go get into whatever the fuck he wants now that he's away from the constant flow of men that come into his shop. getting a pretty girl to come fill his bed for the night is even easier than doing a low fade.

mahito ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (amazon warehouse worker/drug dealer) –

anyone who voluntarily works for amazon has slim to no will to live. he'll fuck whoever he wants whenever he wants because life is too god damn short. the pay at his job is also kinda shit for how tired his body always is, so he deals on the side. he frequents the underground scene all the time anyway, might as well make some money while he's scouring the underbelly of his city.

"want me to smoke you out?" is almost always how he gets 'em. offering to shotgun the weed every time a pretty girl finds herself stuck in his orbit. he's almost always tired and high off his ass, and always ready to find a new girl to keep his cock warm and his mind occupied.

bonus:

todo ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (personal trainer) –

'nuff said. i refuse to elaborate.

#jjk headcanons #yuuji headcanons #megumi headcanons #nanami headcanons #gojo headcanons #mahito headcanons #choso headcanons #todo headcanons #kk.writes #kk.jjk #this was so specific for no reason istg none of these have happened to me #the situations i mean #i have def met men who work these jobs that fit these stereotypes to a tee

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