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hhawque · 5 months

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Ahhh boy! I’m usually not a text post girlie but this Doctor Who special has grabbed me and forcibly yanked me out of seclusion lmao

I have some thoughts about bi-generation. I’ve enjoyed reading other people’s takes, so here’s mine. Fair warning: it’s a bit critical, so if you enjoy the plot point and don’t want to read criticism, keep scrolling! I’m genuinely glad you’re happy :)

Thoughts below the cut:

So, first things first: I totally understand why they did this. Since the Disney deal, it’s no secret that the executives want to revamp the show and bring it to a wider audience. They’re even calling what would be season 14 “season one,” marking a reboot similar to 2005. But “character with millennia of trauma and extreme repression” isn’t exactly a Disney-friendly mascot for this new era.

Basically, I think the writers backed themselves into a corner. Starting off with the Time War, the Doctor’s traumas and repression have increasingly become a key part of their character in the NuWho era. But that doesn’t fit with the new vision. They had to fix this somehow.

Hence, bi-generation: one Doctor processes the trauma, while the next one goes off to continue the adventure.

From a new branding perspective, this makes perfect sense. But from a writing perspective, it feels unearned.

And here’s the thing – I know Doctor Who isn’t supposed to be some deep show, or some masterclass in emotional writing. It’s supposed to be about whimsical adventures in time and space, and I love that! It’s goofy and offbeat in its bones, and I do enjoy that we seem to be returning to those roots.

But what I didn’t really enjoy is that the new Doctor’s progress feels shallow. It’s just like, bam! Trauma healed! Everything’s good now!

I dislike this for the reason I dislike the “insta-love” trope – you get all of the results without any of the work. You don’t get to feel the impact of it, since it all happens offscreen.

The truth is that there was probably no satisfying way to resolve this issue. Healing takes time, and time, ironically, is what this show does not have. The reboot/rebranding is happening now, not in a season or two. So in that sense, I do appreciate that the Doctor, in some way or another, got time to heal at all. I could easily see them pulling some kind of “he healed through mindful regeneration!” thing, which would’ve pissed me off to no end.

Some other more minor things: I wish there was a concrete reason the bi-generation happened. Spontaneous plot points like that bother me for the same reason “insta-love” does – all the results with none of the buildup. It also feels kind of stale because we’ve seen something like this before with Tentoo.

However! There were also a lot of things I liked about the episode: Here are some:

1) The Doctor and Donna’s relationship. I’m so, so thrilled that a platonic relationship was finally represented as a deep, powerful and healing force. In popular media, those kinds of relationships are usually romantic or construed to be romantic, but the canon leaves no room for that, which I deeply appreciate.

2) Neil Patrick Harris was great as the Toymaker. I especially loved the Spice Girls song and dance routine. It felt so whimsical, yet so menacing.

3) I kind of said this already, but I am glad the Doctor got to actually heal in some form. That last scene of him with Donna’s family, now his family, made me sob lmao

I am excited for the future of the show! Ncuti looks fucking awesome, and I think he’s going to bring a fresh vibe we haven’t seen before. Doctor Who is a comfort show for me, and overall I am happy with the direction it seems to be going in.

TLDR: I don’t like bi-generation because it doesn’t feel emotionally earned, but the next Doctor looks amazing and I’m excited for this new era :)

#I will say #the fics where 14 gets therapy are gonna go so hard #doctor who #doctorwho #nuwho #doctor who spoilers #doctor who special #donna noble #the doctor #fourteenth doctor

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recycledbeercans · 2 years

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Good god I can’t do this. I gotta break my personal rule to not make txt posts on the internet because I GOTTA say something or I’m going to burst.

I cannot, cannot, for the life of me understand Freela as a ship.

I think most ppl are more willing to give it a pass or just shrug and say it’s cute because no one dislikes Fry or Leela as characters, and hell, I don’t even dislike Leela (she’s awesome, I love her, 11/10) but I cannot wrap my head around WHY this ship is canon when it’s written so fucking badly. I’m not even against het ships bc I have plenty I absolutely love, but this one just hits a nerve in me and it grates me even more every time I rewatch Futurama. The older I get, I’ve gone from initially finding it cute to just, loathing it.

Hhrgh ok before people point pitchforks at me, lemme try to explain… my thoughts are kinda all over the place but my biggest gripe with Freela is that it is so ONE-SIDED and FORCED. Leela NEVER shows interest in Fry unless her other options (literally anyone else) don’t work out. She views Fry as childish, immature, and bosses him around much to Fry’s dislike. Most of the time (if not exclusively) whenever she shows any appreciation for Fry, it’s over what he does for her, but she never shows interest in doing anything back for him. You never see her make any grand gestures of love or affection towards Fry.

And ok, yeah, when Fry is saving her life by giving her his oxygen, or jumping in front of a killer bee to try to protect her, it’s easy to go “aww” and want them to end up together. But, at least for me, I realized most of that was directed at how I found it sweet that Fry cares about Leela, not that the two of them are a good couple. Fry loves Leela enough to give his life for her and try to protect her, (but he also feels similarly about Bender, in godfellas really the only reason he even eventually gave up in looking for Bender was because Leela convinced him it was time to move on), but it’s, genuinely something that makes me sad because when does Leela ever return that energy? She doesn’t. Fry pines over her for YEARS in the show timeline and she just constantly turns him down and rejects him, and shows blatant disinterest, until she almost seems worn down because none of her other options are working out.

And maybe you want them to end up together, because you want Fry to be happy, but it sticks out so sorely that Fry isn’t the kind of person Leela wants. Without even getting into how uncomfortable the writing is with Fry constantly pestering and pushing himself onto her and whining that she won’t date him when she explicitly tells him no over and over (the way Futurama treats consent wigs me out but that’s a whole different topic), whenever Leela does show interest in Fry, it’s NEVER because Fry is someone she would pursue or even sees potential in.

This is constantly reinforced throughout the show, such as in the episode where the parasites allow Fry to express his feelings for Leela in a romantic way, the climax/takeaway is that Leela is won over by Fry’s romantic gestures that fit what she wants, but has no interest in him as a person or his gestures when it comes from himself, and even feels grossed out by him at the end.

In The Devil’s hands are idle playthings, ok, yeah, Leela let’s Fry finish his song at the end, and you can say it’s sweet that she listens, but if anything it just feels sad because Fry is trying to express his love for her, and because it’s not ~good~, she’s not even watching with the intent to date him or return the feelings, she just lets him pour his heart out to her I guess, just because, to be nice? is it pity?

Everything about it makes me sad at how empty it all feels! You see a character like Fry be so affectionate and loving, and Leela on the other hand is clearly more independent and goal oriented so she’s not really the kind of person Fry would really get to have his energy matched with.

Not to mention in The Sting, throughout Leela’s whole fever dream after being poisoned, she never expresses missing or wanting to be with Fry because she loves him, she just constantly states that she feels responsible and guilty for his death, but her subconscious has Bender state that Fry is the one person he always excluded from “kill all humans”.

Even in Bender’s Big Score, Leela isn’t interested in Lars (older Fry) because he is like Fry. Lars is a completely different personality, much more mellowed out, completely lacking in basically every characteristic that makes Fry, well, Fry (can you even consider Lars to be Fry when he doesn’t even express anything towards his first friend he made in the future, Bender? lol). I think the point the writers were trying to get at is that Fry still had some growing or maturing to do, but honestly, it’s presented in the worst way possible. Fry is, what?, in his late 20s/early 30s in the show timeline by this point, is he really supposed to wait until he’s like 40 so he’s finally “good enough” for Leela? Is he supposed to become a completely different person so she’ll finally see him as dating material? Like, everything about this is basically just saying that Fry can have Leela, but only if he stops being Fry. Meanwhile, in this same movie, Bender cries for a thousand years because he was forced to kill Fry, and immediately runs and jumps into his arms as soon as he sees Fry is ok. Then to make it even worse, after Leela realizes Lars WAS Fry, she still didn’t decide to try a relationship with Fry, making it apparent she does not see Fry as Lars. They may as well just be different people. Plus, Lars was just, being romantic and suave and wooing her, and once again there wasn’t really anything she was doing to pursue him...

The whole series focuses on Fry having to change himself to be what Leela wants in a romantic partner, never Leela actually liking Fry for being himself. She can’t stand most of his habits, and it throws me even more for a loop that the focus is on Fry having to figure out the right way to win her over, as if if you perform a certain amount of steps properly, you can get someone to like you. It’s just, bad.

Like why is their relationship written SO BAD?! It’s so so so bad.

You can’t tell me that Fry and Leela are supposed to end up together when their romantic chemistry is in the negative, Fry has to both push himself onto Leela, make constant one-sided grand gestures to win her over, give his life for her multiple times, and change his entire personality to be appealing to her over YEARS, and she has to fail with everyone else to finally consider him.

MEANWHILE, Bender, fucking Bender, is so happy to be Fry’s roommate, considers Fry the most important person in his life, is always hugging him, throwing himself at Fry, shows open affection, cries over him, becomes sober when Fry doesn’t give him attention. Even Bender’s negative traits, like his possessiveness, jealousy, are directed at Fry in such an intense manner, that regardless of whether or not it’s healthy, it’s just, precious? sweet? The lengths he’ll go to for Fry’s attention and approval. The entire ending of Beast with a billion backs is Bender being unable to handle not being with Fry and so getting him back, and Yivo feeling cheated on because Fry sent a letter to Bender, meanwhile Leela wanted nothing to do with Fry and even said she needed space from him. Bender loves Fry just the way he is. Fry doesn’t have to change himself to be with Bender, they already live together, they have the same interests (I don’t even think Fry and Leela share interests), they love to goof off and laugh together, Fry is just, himself around Bender. He’s happy around Bender. All these things that make me throw up my hands and ask why Fry and Leela weren’t written this way if they were supposed to get together.

In the episode where Fry is a mutant, Leela wouldn’t even touch him, while Bender just threw himself into Fry’s arms.

And like, here’s the thing, Leela and Fry as characters don’t even have a bad dynamic on paper. Like, I get it! The tough girlboss type character and her dorky idiot bf IS a cute dynamic, but the writers just, wrote them so badly? Like, even if you try to argue it’s to follow the trope of “will-they-won’t-they”, you could easily do that without Leela showing negative interest in Fry? Without Fry having to force himself on her? It could have just been that she DOES want to date him but has hang ups about relationships, or that Fry is too scared to confess to her, if they could have just have, a natural progression of growing closer without all the forced shit inbetween of Fry begging her to date him and Leela saying no and showing her blatant disinterest a million times.

I know some people like to poly ship Fry, Leela, and Bender also but even as someone who is 100% on board w/ poly ships, I can’t see that here either because neither Bender or Fry really are what, Leela wants.

But don’t get me wrong, Fry, Bender and Leela have a great dynamic, those three interacting is WHY I watch the show, but Leela very much exudes mom-friend energy, like she has to chaperone these two dorks and so it’s not really about her getting her needs met...

So uh yeah, i think there’s more I want to say, I could pick out so many specific examples but I’ll stop this here because it’s getting long, maybe i’ll write an essay. But,,

Freela sucks.

Actually the ship just pisses me off I’m not even going to give it the “well they are cute” treatment. I want to see Fry have his clingy, affectionate energy matched because it just makes me sad to think about the fact that he wouldn’t get that from Leela, but Bender would absolutely baby and smother him in affection and return his energy 110%, as he should. Bender loves Fry exactly as the idiot manchild he is.

Those two should have ended up together, or at the very least Freela shouldn’t have been canon. But whatever, I know ppl will say it’s a product of its time, but good god it still pisses me off how mediocre the writing is.

I’m FUCKING FERAL I’M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH OVER THIS.

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shirecorn · 3 years

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Casual reminder: High Geologist does not tolerate aphobia

Hell yeah! No awesome person would stand for that!

you know. My first instinct is to reply to this in a jokey memey fun way, because The High Geologist is a fun jokey meme.

much rambling ensues!

But it's pride month so I wanna get into it a little bit. When I drew him, I wasn't thinking about ace stuff at all. The geode halo is an amethyst and they just happen to resemble the ace flag. Some people spotted it and celebrated it, so I quickly made it canon, to accept, celebrate, and validate ace people. At the time of the meme, I identified as allo and considered myself an ally to the ace community; so please consider him as representation from a content creator who isn't part of the people they portray. This is very important to me because I don't want people to think I only did it because "I am or have a friend/family member/etc who is ace and that's why I care"

You don't need any of that to care. You just need to be a decent person who listens when people talk.

The high geologist is really important to me as an ace icon because it's one of those characters whose sexuality is just one of many distinct and wonderful traits they have.

Some people make their sexual or romantic orientation, gender identity, allo-ace spectrum label, mono/polyamorous preference, or any other queer label into a huge part of their identities. This is absolutely awesome and I love these people with all my heart. Many of my ocs are like this.

Other people have their queerness exist alongside or behind all their other traits. The High Geologist is: A centaur. A geologist. A powerful mage. A stoner. Shaggy from live action Scooby Doo. Asexual.

This is important to me because it shows that Anyone can be ace. That while sometimes ace is a core part of ones identity, it can Also just be a trait stuck onto an awesome person like every other trait that makes them who they are. I think that having this epic magical stoner centaur be ace is important to the ace kids out there who have a hard time finding explicitly ace rep that doesn't come with a whole bunch of baggage and personality changes attached to it.

He's just ace. It's not the most important thing about him (that would be his ability to name every stone,) it just Is. The high geologist happens to be vocal and proud about his sexuality, but if it was just another trait to him, that would be fine too.

I myself am Very very queer in many ways. My gender, sexuality, romantic orientation, ace-allo spectrum location, it's all queer. But I don't have that in my bio because it's not what I consider to be important about me.

I am a shitposter, a goofball, a creator. I like characters, animals, and creatures. I'm a professional artist (hire me). I'm he/him.

These are the things you should know going into my art blog because these are the things I post about.

I'm also a hobby photographer, entomologist, and poet. I was that dragon and dinosaur kid. I collect bones and sticks. I can mimic ravens and cats and one very vocal dog. I have depression and PTSD. I'm an abuse survivor. I have chronic illnesses. I'm autistic. I have synesthesia. I'm a leader. My favorite animal is Rat. I'm a furry. I sing and write songs. I like boba tea. I have an extra row of teeth. I'm a home chef. I have a pet lizard named The Boy. I have worked EXTREMELY hard to become a kind and happy person.

These are things that are important to my friends.

I'm trans. I'm bi-demi-something-romantic-except-sometimes-but-i-dont-know-when-i-have-no-idea-what-sexuallity-is-but-its-something-and-bi-because-the-flag-is-pretty-but-definitely-also-something-aspec

These are important to people I might want to date.

I ramble so much. You get used to it. I am many things, so are you.

The high geologist is many things. I want to make ace people happy when they see someone they share a trait with being awesome and proud of who he is. I want allo people to see asexuality that is just a trait added in to a bunch of other traits to make someone whole and complete.

Asexuality is a positive Thing. It's not a void. Adding it to a character makes them More complete, not less. The same goes for every other trait in the world. Even things like being cishet. If you're a good ally to cishet people, remember that it makes them a whole person and not more boring than others. Especially appreciate cishet people around us who have done questioning and put thought into discovering who they are because a journey is a journey no matter where your road leads, and the act of walking brings us closer.

Oh my god this is so incredibly long and rambling I am so sorry

#shire screams #shire screams SO much #ask #the high geologist

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sinisteredgirl · 3 years

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Flower of Evil (2020)

Yeah I know, it has a lame-ass title (I mean really, show? Flower of Evil??) But don’t let it fool you, because the Kdrama ride has been one of the most enjoyable ones so far. Safe to say, ending aside, this drama made it to my faves list.

Flower of Evil is about a married couple who seems to be quite the typical happily married duo; the wife (Cha Ji-Won) is a detective who’s good at her job, and the husband (Baek Hee-Song) is a metal crafter/artisan who runs a business. They have a daughter (6-year old Eun Ha), and all is seemingly well for this happy family, until a series of killings open up a cold case—one which unravels the identity Baek Hee-Song as Do Hyun Soo, the alleged serial killer on the run.

So I started watching this show back when I was in a bit of a Kdrama slump. The one before this (Dr. Romantic Season 2) didn’t give me much joy, so I was really looking for something to perk me up. I then read the summary of this show on Netflix, saw that it was a Baeksang awardee/nominee, and then bam. And boy, am I grateful for that random algorithm that got me to this show.

For story, I’d say the writing would have been stellar had it not been for a few jumps in logic as well as that fucking ending. The pacing was beautifully done, and the way they made things connect and flow is so awesome to behold. The ending though is really a love-it-or-hate-it kind of deal, and for me it was the latter. But I didn’t dislike it enough for it to affect my utter love for the other episodes. It’s something workable—something that eventually you’ll go okay, alright, fine. Still not a fan but fine, show, fine.

The show shines, however, with its characters. And especially with our lead characters—the married couple—who the writer created with so much love and thought. They are nuanced and layered and have so many dimensions on them that it’ll probably take me another long post just to talk about it.

With Hyun Soo, who is adept at cognitive empathy but has a hard time processing and expressing emotions, the struggle is always determining what is genuine and what is manipulation. And Hyun Soo is aware of this, as he himself doubts any emotions that he actually genuinely feels and brushes them off as only part of his manipulative behavior. As he struggles to process and express his genuine emotions, it eventually bottles up and manifests itself physically through his chest pains, reaching tipping point during the magnificent bridge scene. Later on, when he is able to acknowledge that he does feel genuine emotions (through the help of Ji Won), the chest pain stops, and he becomes much more open to his emotions (he cries a lot, becomes more visibly upset, etc).

With Ji Won, the struggle is coming to terms with the fact that her husband lied to her for fourteen years. Fourteen years. The identity of her husband is a whole lie, and she even heard him say that he never loved her, not even once. I love love love the fact that she isn’t just Mother Teresa to her husband and welcomed him immediately; she had to process through the torment of the betrayal, the devastation, and the (continuing) lies, all the while trying her best to protect his identity as well. This push and pull strained her up until her breaking point in Episodes 9 and 10. Despite all odds, she places her trust in him again because she understands that he really does love her and that she’s all he’s got.

(Okay but let me rant more about Ji Won for a sec. Listen, I am extremely critical when it comes to leading ladies in Kdramas because a lot of Kdramas start with really interesting female leads who eventually fall flat just to make way for tropes like boy-saves-girl, etc. Worse, there are Kdramas that totally detach the female lead from the main story (yes, I’m looking at you, My Love From Another Star). In short, I’m very critical about the way a show handles its female leads/characters because they usually get the shorter end of the stick.

With this in mind, I totally fell in love with the character of Cha Ji Won. Armed with a sharp mind and excellent observational and deductive skills, she does her job as a detective exceedingly well. She pushes hard with her questioning while also being able to comfort those in need (like the kid during the 1st episode). The show always emphasizes how much of an asset she is to the police department, and her sunbae and superiors know this.

Aside from this, she also has the ability to inspire and instill confidence in people. Like what Hyun Soo said, she can be very convincing with her words. Driven and unfaltering, she is able to untangle the shadows and unravel puzzles. Arguably, the main antagonist was actually more afraid of her than any other character; he wanted to kill her precisely because she was too much of an unpredictable variable. So yeah, good job show for creating such an awesome character as Cha Ji Won.)

The dynamic of Hyun Soo and Ji Won is actually one of the most interesting points in the show and is also one of my fave aspects: one tries so desperately to maintain the web of lies, while the other tries so hard to unravel it. They move in a circle, like what Hyun Soo said in the final episode, but this dynamic is actually more apparent during the first several episodes when Hyun Soo was still trying so hard to keep his identity as Baek Hee Song. When the masks have been uncovered, however, it’s a delight to see them work together as a team. And they work efficiently well together, like how they worked on negotiating with the human trafficker and how they stormed the in-laws’ house for a confrontation.

I also love the fact of how Ji Won seems to understand Hyun Soo the best, at times even better than himself. She knows that he is very much capable of feeling emotions and is capable of love, and she helps him realize this. Hell, she even knew that Hyun Soo was held up just by the way he talked to her on the phone. But she also correctly said to him that she’s no fortune teller, and that he has to share with her his thoughts and plans so that she can understand him further. Yay for communication!

It’s going to be another long post, but it’s quite amazing to see how Ji Won has influenced Hyun Soo to be a better person. He didn’t have to save the trafficked victims and enter such a dangerous deal, but he thought about how Ji Won would not have turned a blind eye on the situation, so instead, he chose to save them. As mentioned during one of his hallucinations with his dad, he has been trying to mimic Ji Won and to live as a decent person—a good person—just for her. Throughout the story, we can see how much he actually depends on Ji Won for strength and support—waaay more than how Ji Won is dependent on him. In a sense, she really is his world, and we can see how he crumbled when he thought she was dead.

(Also something that I appreciated is the fact that they’re already married, so they’re past the awkward stage and is now on the happily-married, DTF stage lmao)

Moving on, another aspect of the show that I loved is the fact that the other detectives are smart as hell too, and that humor is injected appropriately and is not a separate from the main story.

For the other aspects of the show, I think the music is okay, and I liked some of the instrumental pieces (Flower of Evil and Someone to Remember).

Okay, at the risk of this post being too long, my tl;dr really is that this is a great show—not perfect of course, but its flaws (especially the ending) should not deter the viewers from enjoying the ride from the earlier episodes. Definitely one of my faves.

#flower of evil #kdrama #may edit later but I'm becoming too lazy

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mrs-dynamight · 3 years

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Be Nice To Me 2

Part 1.

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Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!Reader, Denki Kaminari x fem!Reader

Warnings: Eventual mature content, angst, hurt/comfort, love triangle, the reader is lowkey toxic, everything will be adressed in every episode (:

Chapter warning: Swearing but just a little bit of it. Mentions of past relationships between the 1A students. Everything else is pure Fluff.

Chapter: 2/? Still don't know how long this is going to be, I just have so much to write ;-;

Synopsis: You're in love with your best friend Bakugou, and you're cofessing to him but things get a lot more complicated when Denki starts to treat you different *wink wink*

Word count: 1.7k

Author's note: I love friends to lovers troupe sm, this chapter and the next one gave me butterflies writing it O=w=O

Chapter 2 Do you want to die together- Stars

We walked the rest of the way talking about hero equipment and how much of a cry baby he is and about that new shojo magazine every girl (and Bakugo ofc) have been reading.

In the front door of the UA was Ochako and Tsuyu, they saw us walk together and gave me a thumbs up, I was so embarrassed that I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. Bakugo just said his usual “Tch” and kept walking, I just said “see ya” and waved. As I walked towards my friends I noticed a strange look on their faces so I asked them if there was something wrong.

-Y/N, you really like Bakugo- Said Ochako with a big grin in her face

-I mean yeah, I guess that I like him a lot- I say a bit embarrassed and a light pink flush in my cheeks

-No but, you actually love him, we can tell just by looking at you- Said Tsuyu followed by a classic Tsuyu “Kero”

-I can’t believe you haven’t made a move yet, I think he likes you back, I mean it’s Bakugo, you can never tell, but you are way too obvious, since day one- Said Ochako

“Since day one…” I think my friends knew I was falling for him way before I did, besides that I didn´t wanna admit that I had feelings for my friend.

The first one to notice was of course Tsuyu-Chan, she saw us coming out of the gym one late afternoon and I was mocking him about how ridiculous was every option he had for his hero name and Bakugo being Bakugo was angry as he can be, telling me how “an extra like me” would never get an awesome name even if it punched me in the face.

-You like him- Said Tsuyu, it wasn’t a question, and it didn’t have any rude intentions, for her it was a mere fact.

-WHAAAAT?? Fcourse not- I said blushing.

-Y/N, I’ve seen how you look at him, you even blush when he addresses you- Tsuyu said.

God, what if she’s right?

-He’s just my friend, maybe a little crush, I’m sure it’ll pass -

But it didn’t, if anything only became more painful obvious and difficult to handle, I caught myself staring at him in class, thinking about him any time I saw something spicy, every time I saw a Pomeranian my head automatically went “Bakugo”, any skull related thing had his face imprinted in my mind, every song had his drums in it, even when watching fashion shows with the girls at UA dorms made me think about his family issues. It was undeniable I was falling deeply in love with Katsuki Bakugo. I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship, so I just sucked my feelings up and keep on with our routine like I wasn´t completely captivated by everything that boy did. That was until I decided it was enough. It was now or never, the last year, I had to make my move.

That was one of the longest weeks in my whole student life, I spend most of the time avoiding any kind of contact with Bakugo, and it was obvious to everyone, I usually hang out a lot with the whole Bakusquad, but this time I just simply started walking the opposite direction every time I crossed them in the hallways.

-Are you sure you’re doing the right thing avoiding him completely? - Said Deku with a concerned look in his face

-I just don’t wanna say something stupid in front of him and have him regretting having a date with me- I replied giving a big much to my lunch

-I’m sure he thinks that anything anyone besides him say it’s stupid, so I wouldn’t worry about that Y/N- Said Shoto

-Yeah, and besides, you were the one who said that you didn’t wanna ruin your friendship, so don’t do it and just keep everything normal- Said Ochako.

Normal… Nothing will be “normal” again between us after today, in the worst scenario possible we will stop talking, our friendship will be ruined completely and there will be no turning back to how things were before; in the best, the feeling is mutual and we start dating. Dating Bakugo, I’ve pictured it a hundred times before, but now that it might happen… No, focus Y/N there is still a long way before that actually happens, first I have to survive today without throwing up all these years of butterflies in my stomach.

It’s finally the last class for today, just this last one, going back to the dorms for a quick shower and a change of clothes, and I’ll be having my first date with the boy of my dreams; but before I entered the room someone grabbed my hand and pulled me into an empty classroom, it was Denki Kaminari.

-Denki wha…- I started saying but he interrupted me abruptly

-I don´t know what I did Y/N but please talk to me again, I’m so sorry if I did or said something wrong, I’m really really sorry but please don’t ignore me like that- He said with tears in the corner of his eyes.

Me ignoring Denki? Oh shit, I didn’t thought of that when I was avoiding Bakugo, I didn’t even realized it, was so worried about don’t messing it up before today that I forgot that his friends were also my friends

-Denki I’m so sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong, it’s my fault I was so caught up with my stuff lately, I didn’t realize that I was ignoring with my friends-

He looked a little confused when I said that, he looked directly in my eyes.

-You weren’t ignoring me specifically? – He almost sounded offended

-Of course not, I guess I was being distant with everyone but you were the only one who noticed it, I’m sorry Denki- I went for a hug but he stopped me

-You don’t have to apologise Y/N, is just that I wanted to talk to you this past days but anytime I ran into you, you seemed to run away from me and I just, I don’t know, I thought you didn’t wanna be my friend anymore and I was so scared and…-

This time he didn’t stopped me and I hugged him. He put his head in my shoulder and sighed.

-I wanted to be like this for so long- He said wiping the tears in his eyes and looking away

-We should head to class, if we are late again Aizawa will kill us- I said grabbing Denki’s sleeve, but he stopped me.

- Y/N wait, I wanted to talk to you, it’s kinda important- He was as red as an apple and his eyes were fixed on his shoes.

Is Denki Kaminari confessing to me?!? I mean, yeah he has always been kind to me, and we do spend a lot of time together, and have sleepovers with mina and sero, and I go to every one of his gigs, and that box of chocolates for valentines, and those playlists, and the pinterest moodboard, and… Oh fuck, Denki Kaminari likes me. Before I could say or think anything he says:

-I have a gig next week, I know you come to every one of them, but this one is special and I would love seeing you there, not like the others weren’t special, because they were, you know how much I like when you come to see meUS! I was thinking maybe arrive a little earlier with me, to the soundcheck, I know it’s a little boring buuuuut I get really nervous if you’re not there and I just…, please come with me next week- He was clearly a handful of nerves, and knowing Denki he rehearsed that words over and over, he was so cute.

What? I could have sworn he was going to tell me something else, but a Gig? I’ve seen every performance ever since the first one at the cultural festival from first year, he didn’t have to get so nervous for that, unless there is something else he isn’t telling me, or maybe I misinterpreted all of it, maybe it was actually something special and he is afraid of asking anyone else for emotional support, yeah that makes sense, we always have been there for each other when things got tough, when he found out that Jirou was in love with Momo in first year he spend a whole week crying in my dorm, when he and Shinso broke up I had to force him to come out of his bed and act like a semi-functional human being, that was a whole semester of romantic comedy, sad music and junk food, thank god we both passed the year; it makes sense he came to me if he was feeling nervous about anything, nothing more, right?

-I would love to, Denki, I love seeing you on stage. I didn’t knew you get nervous when performing- I say with a chuckle.

-Well I usually don’t but this time I’m going to sing a song, and let me tell you, the struggle is real, have you heard Bakubro criticism? In the last rehearsal he made me cry five times-

Denki is going to sing?! OMG, usually Jirou is the one who takes the lead vocals, he just sings the harmonies, I’ve only heard him actually sing in karaoke nights, this is going to be so much fun, of course I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world

-Yeah, Bakugo tends to be a real pain in the ass sometimes, but don’t worry I wouldn´t miss this gig for anything in the world-

-Pinky Promise? – Asked Denki with his best puppy eyes

-Pinky promise- I replied intertwining our pinky fingers and feeling a little electrical buzz

-OUCH! What was that for? – I said giving Denki a playful punch in the arm

-That was for ignoring me all week, I really missed you Y/N- And then he lean in and kissed my forehead -Now let’s go before Aizawa wakes up and see we are not in class, I don’t want to clean the common room in the dorms, again-

“And before someone sees us and thinks something wrong” I thought to myself.

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Part 3 here

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Sunday Mornings 6/?

Notes: Because I feel like these two fluff muffins would playfully bicker about whose more romantic, but they certainly would be competitive with other couples... Shout out to @cosmicclownboy for the inspiration.

Week 6:

If Michael is being honest, he wasn’t sold on the idea at first. When Alex had woken him up at 5am, telling him to grab his shoes and meet him at the car, Michael hadn’t been thrilled. After all, 5am is incredibly early for his day off and he’d been really looking forward to sleeping in. But now that they have arrived, Michael has to admit, he’s coming around.

After all, being driven out to the middle of the desert, to the same spot that they used to come to when they were kids, just to watch the sunrise together? It’s a pretty smooth move. A move made even more romantic when Alex reveals that he’s packed breakfast for the two of them.

Michael pulls down the tailgate as Alex grabs a blanket to spread out over the bed of the truck. Just like old times.

“You know, you don’t have to work so hard to get laid,” he teases as he helps Alex climb into the back. He’s careful to send him a wink though to let him know that he very much appreciates the effort.

“You’re welcome.” His smile is big and unguarded. It has Michael rocking back on his heels.

Fuck. He’s seriously the most attractive person in the entire world. Looking at him when he’s like this always catches Michael’s breath. He still doesn’t understand how he’s finally being allowed this after all the shit he’s done, but he’s not going to fight it.

Michael shakes his head clear and crawls up after him. Alex is already lounging attractively, arms open, inviting Michael to join him. He wastes no time snuggling up beside him. They lay there like that, Michael with his head on Alex’s shoulder, staring up at the few remaining stars they can still see as the sky turns a light blue. Sunrise is nearing.

“Did I miss an anniversary or something?” Michael asks after several minutes.

“Can’t I just want to do something romantic for my boyfriend?” Alex asks.

Michael rolls onto his stomach and puts his arms on Alex’s chest before resting his head against them. “You can. I was just curious what inspired this?”

“It’s nothing,” Alex says in a way that means it’s most certainly something. Michael stares at him until he continues. “It’s just something stupid Rameriz said to me the other day.”

“Rameriz? That douchey sergeant who works the gate?”

Alex nods.

“What the fuck did he have to say?” Michael asks, silently thinking that whatever it was, he probably still owes him a beer for getting Alex to plan all of this.

“He was talking to the guys, trying to get advice for this romantic anniversary he’s planning, and then made a joke that I didn’t have to worry about that stuff because I’m dating a guy,” Alex said. “I don’t know, it’s stupid. But it annoyed me.”

Michael sits up. “What because we’re two dudes, we can’t be romantic?”

Alex sits up to join him. “Apparently,” he says with a deep sigh.

Alex rolls his eyes and Michael finds he’s just as annoyed. “Did you tell him that we’re like romance goals?”

Alex snorts. “Romance goals?” He quirks his eyebrow at Michael, teasing him and damn, Michael just wants to tackle him and have his way with him… but that will have to wait.

“I don’t know,” he says, ducking his head to hide a blush. “That’s what Isobel calls us.”

“Good,” Alex replies, and Michael looks up to see him puffing out his chest a bit. “I’m glad somebody appreciates a decent love story.”

“Decent?” Michael scoffs. “What happened to cosmic?”

“I just… If I have to hear about Liz and Max and their stupid handprint story one more time, I’m going to scream,” Alex says.

Michael is about to agree, because he has noticed that Max has a tendency to talk about his relationship like it’s the end all and be all. As if he’s the only one that found his soulmate in high school and spent ten years pining… Then Alex’s words click.

“Do you want a handprint?” he asks, seriously.

“No,” Alex says instantly then pauses, actually thinking about it. The tension in his body relaxes and he reaches out for Michael’s hands.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean that,” he says much softer this time. “If you ever decided that was something that you wanted to share with me, I would 100% welcome your handprint on me. Because there’s not a single part of you that I don’t welcome. What I meant was… I don’t need it. We fell in love without all of that. When Liz or Max tell me that story, I don’t get jealous, because I know and see all of you without any handprint. And I know you see me too.”

Michael smiles at that. He feels the same way. He’s sure one day, he’ll try it with Alex just to see how it feels. But the truth is, he’s never done it with Alex because it always seemed like a crutch. Max used his handprint with Liz to show her how he felt about her because he couldn’t say the words. Most of his problems with Alex have stemmed from an inability to communicate, and if he wants this to work, he’s determined not to take any shortcuts.

“You know, Max is always asking Isobel how to win back Liz,” Michael explains. “I’ll be sitting right there and he won’t even think to ask me about it, even though, between Iz and I, I’m clearly more likely to have advice on winning back your soulmate after you’ve messed up.”

“That’s because everyone thinks all we do is fuck,” he says, dragging over the cooler he’d packed to start pulling food out.

“I mean, we do fuck a lot… but that’s not all we do,” Michael argues.

“Yeah, I don’t think they believe either of us can be romantic though,” he says. “They look at us and see a repressed airman and…” Alex waves his hand over Michael, searching for the right word to describe Michael.

“Sex god?” Michael teases, earning him a shocked laugh.

“I was gonna go with emotionally stunted cowboy with too much swagger, but that comment probably says enough.” Alex glares at him playfully.

Over Alex’s shoulder, Michael catches the first glimpse of sunrise as the horizon lights up a bright orange. Michael nods towards it. “We gonna watch this thing?”

Alex spins around on the spot to face the sunrise and Michael pulls Alex back against his chest and hugs him from behind, hooking his chin over his shoulder.

“Anyone that thinks you can’t do romance, is an idiot,” Michael tells him, kissing the side of his neck as the sun slowly paints the sky vivid shades of red and orange, making Alex’s skin just glow.

Alex smiles at him over his shoulder before turning back around, resting his head against Michael’s shoulder.

“This may be more romantic than the first time you took me to look at the stars when we were kids.” Michael doesn’t need to see Alex’s face to know that he’s looking smug.

“Mmmm,” he hums in agreement. He may find Alex’s confidence sexy as hell, but he certainly can’t allow it. Because this morning has been pretty impressive, but Michael has had some pretty smooth moments himself.

“Well it’s more romantic than me taking you to see the stars, but less romantic than when I surprised you at the airport after your first tour,” he points out, playfully pinching Alex’s side, earning him a laugh.

“I’ll take your airport surprise and raise you a love note slipped into your wallet before my second tour,” Alex says.

And, yeah. That’s fair. It had taken Michael a few days to find it once Alex had left, but damn… It had been a hell of a note. Michael still has it in his wallet to this day. Those ten years hadn’t been great, but that doesn’t mean that they haven’t had some truly brilliant moments.

“No no no. See, I bought an airstream so you could come home on leave and not have to see your father,” he argues, enjoying messing with Alex, mostly because Alex was always super competitive. “I win the romance game.”

Alex scoffs. “You bought an airstream so you wouldn’t have to sleep in a truck.”

“I bought an airstream so you wouldn’t have to sleep in my truck,” Michael says.

Alex sits up and looks at him with narrowed eyes, trying to see if that’s the truth or not. Michael continues to smile at him, refusing to give anything away. Alex eventually huffs.

“Let’s just agree that we’re both awesome,” he says, grabbing some of the fruit he’d packed before settling back in against Michael.

“Is that Alex Manes for ‘fine you win?’”

Alex laughs. “You’re a real jackass.”

“Your jackass,” he says, stealing the strawberry from Alex’s hand and eating it himself.

Alex huffs. “There’s literally more strawberries right next to you,” he complains.

“It tastes better when it’s yours,” he says, repeating the same argument Alex always makes whenever he steals Michael’s coffee. Alex glares at him for a minute and Michael just smiles back sweetly until Alex’s face relaxes and he melts back into him.

They sit there for several more minutes in silence as the sun seems to settle and the sky returns to a more natural blue, all traces of red and orange gone. Even then, Alex doesn’t move and Michael has no plans to make him. They eat their breakfast in comfortable silence, Michael stealing Alex’s food every so often and Alex randomly bringing their joined hands up to place kisses at the back of Michael’s hand.

They have nowhere to be and no reason to rush.

At some point Alex starts humming a song Michael doesn’t recognize, which probably means that it’s the secret song he’s been writing for the last week. The song that Michael isn’t allowed to ask about but will get to hear with everyone else at the next open mic night.

If there is such a thing as a perfect moment, this is it. He suddenly feels the need to immortalize this morning, even though he really isn’t much of a ‘document the moment’ kind of guy.

“Do you really wanna piss the heteros off?” Michael asks.

“What?” Alex sounds resigned, but Michael knows him well enough to know that he’s already agreed without needing to hear whatever Michael is about to say, and he loves that about Alex. He reaches into his pocket and hands Alex his phone.

Alex smiles at him in understanding, taking the phone from him. He types Michael’s password in and he opens up the camera app and holds it out in front of him, careful to include both of them in the frame as well as their picnic.

“Ready?”

Michael nods and at the last second, as Alex is taking the photo, Michael kisses Alex’s cheek.

And that’s how, twenty minutes later, they both end up updating their social media for the first time in over a year talking about love, surprises, and sunrise meals. #RelationshipGoals.

Tagged: @callieramics

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ladylillianrose · 4 years

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Thoughts on Episode 11 (take 2):

SPOILERS BELOW!!

Alright I’ll get this out there right now…OMG OMG OMG OMG!!! AHHHHHHHH!!! ASDFGHJKL!!!

I haven’t fangirl squeed like this since the Max/Zoey moments in Episode 12 (Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist)!!

*deep breaths* okay I’m calm….for the moment.

I’ll go into everything else before I touch on Serkan and Eda.

I really really really hate how Selin treats Ferit, he deserves better, someone who truly loves him. Honestly I’m kind of hoping he will decide to leave Selin at the altar. A man can only be ignored for another man so many times before he’s done!

Ayfer’s reaction to the contract is a bit over the top, granted she didn’t have all the facts, but still it’s not as though they eloped and are actually married. Especially because she is now deceiving Eda with the scholarship money, which we all know Eda will find out the truth about.

Aydan’s talk with Eda is not terribly surprising all things considered. Yes they’ve grown close and Eda has helped them all, but Aydan is not a woman who embraces change. Selin is the model wife for Serkan, she will listen to whatever Aydan says and wants (something Eda does not do), and because Serkan is not in love with Selin their marriage should ve “safe” from heartaches. Aydan wants to keep her only child close and to protect him from the world, even at the cost of losing the woman he loves.

I’m glad all the girls know the truth now, it was hard for Eda to deceive everyone, though in the end she wasn’t acting anymore, she does love Serkan. But it was causing a strain on the friendship so I’m pleased that they all made up.

I love Eda and Leyla’s relationship. Eda has helped Leyla grow and Leyla has gotten easier and I’m 100% here for sassy/snarky Leyla!

I really do love Engin, he’s just so sweet but clueless when it comes to the women in his life.

So I realized writing my last post that Engin is in a similar situation to Sekan with the two women in his life. On the one hand there is the woman who they’ve known, worked with a d been friends with for years, who has feelings for them (Piril/Selin). And on the other you have the newcomer who helps pull them out of their shell, gets to know the real them outside of work (Engin claims to have a life outside of work, but we have yet to see proof if it), and they are so different from the other women in their lives like a breath of fresh air (Ceren/Eda).

I hope that Engin forgives Ceren because I like them together, they’re adorable and sweet together.

Alptekin’s bombshell, wow, I mean WOW! It definitely sheds light onto why Eda doesn’t want her grandmother’s money. They say the money is Eda’s by right, which it would be since she lost both her parents. It would also explain why Eda and her grandmother do not speak, Eda would see taking the money as a betrayal to her parent’s memories. If Alptekin covered it all up, he would have paid an exorbitant amount of money to the family to keep it from being investigated or in the news (something neither family would want as it would be unseemly). Eda views the money as blood/hush money, gotten at the cost of her parent’s lives, so she wants no part of it. I think this will make the fact that Ayfer went to her mother for the money for Eda, a bigger issue for Eda, with Ayfer going behind her back against her wishes.

The way Ayfer insists that Eda have nothing to do with any of the Bolat’s makes me wonder if she knows that the holding is responsible for the death of Eda’s parents and that Alptekin is the one who arranged to have it covered up.

Now onto our favorite couple!!

The interlocked hands and cheek kiss in front of Selin and Ferit were just so natural, they both forgot that they were just playing parts.🥰🥰

Telling Serkan’s fortune with the song? Oh yes most assuredly, and of course now we have the reason for the show name (apparently it is also Piril’s actress doing the singing, which is lovely and awesome)

I love Ceren and Engin offering advice and the parallel shots/dialogue. Engin is really trying to get Serkan to realise that Eda does love him!

Ugh and the sleeping on “their” sides of the bed with the picture and guitar pick?😭😭😭 Also I love that the picture is from when they had to “make up” after a “fight” on the balcony while the girls listened in. You know Melo was the one to take the picture, print it out and give it to him (I love her and Serkan’s relationship!)

Lmao at the watch coming back! Always beeping around Eda, despite his claims that the watch is broken he still wears it 🤣🤣😉

The doctor’s rose house and story were so lovely and beautiful. That is totally going to be their home together, he had her designing the house and gardens to what she would want. She even said she would want to live in a house like that (so would I!). He could use it once it’s all fixed as the place to truly propose!🥰🥰🥰

Serkan desperately trying to keep Eda at his side in the office. He’s just so sure that she wants to get away from him because she doesn’t like him. 🥺🥺🥺

Bless Seyfi for always looking out for team Edser! He knows who and what Serkan needs! (If this was Shakespeare, Seyfi would be Robin Goodfellow/Puck bringingnour lovers together). And Eda dropping everything to be at his side.

Also Eda telling Selin she would stay with him, despite Selin saying that Serkan likes to be alone when he is sick. Selin may have known him for longer, but she only knows the facade that Serkan puts up to keep people at a distance. Eda knows the real Serkan, he trusts her and is open with her in a way he isn’t with anyone else.

Telling one another’s fortunes with pages from The Little Prince was so sweet (made me want to go back and read it again since it’s been at least 20 years since I last read it).

Serkan’s painful memories 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺. My heart aches for him so. I feel for the whole family, but he was so young and he needed love and support, but instead was sent away. It sheds light on why he’s so reserved with his emotions and trust, and I hope he will be able to share the whole story with Eda (and us) someday.

“Eda do not leave me.” “I’ll go too. Wherever you want.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰 Serkan is so vulnerable here. And of course he doesn’t remember any of it until it’s almost too late!!!

Eda telling Selin the truth, ugh my heart 💔💔💔. And then looking like she might faint from the stress and heartbreak of it (though she’s fainted less and less with Serkan around to help with her anxiety/stress, though he has caused his fair share too!)

I was wondering when we would get to see Sirius again! Sweet boy just wants Mom and Dad to be happy together. And Serkan trying to use Sirius as an excuse to see Eda again😭😭😭

Serkan giving us a heart attack calling Selin to meet him. I don’t think he ever intended to say yes to Selin, he was just stalling for more time till he could come up with a different solution. I certainly hope Selin gets a bit of a backbone after this realizing that she needs to stop dropping everything for Serkan (even when it isn’t him doing the calling/asking).

Serkan making the taxi pullover, declaring that Eda is his bride, and taking charge!😍😍😍🔥🔥🔥 Serkan is always hot, but there is something about him taking control that is just 🔥🔥🔥🥵🥵🥵

Asking about packing flip flops in her suitcase because it is so light 🤣🤣🤣. Serkan mark my words she will get you in a pair of flip flops someday!

The confession🥰🥰🥰 so complete them, arguing, talking about how Serkan can’t get her out of his head! ❤❤

And finally a real kiss!!! All their other almost kisses (and the first kiss) are so charged with UST (which I love), but this one was so sweet, loving and romantic!😍😍😍😍

Now I’m off to watch the end of the episode and the fragman for 12 on repeat until next Wednesday!!

Alright I think that was everything I had written before. If not I’m sure I’ll add some random posts later lol.

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sarkywoman · 3 years

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Writing Asks

Tagged by @under-the-shady-tree, thanks!

20 questions, writer’s edition, let’s go!!

How many works do you have on AO3? 85

What’s your total AO3 word count? 712708

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? Oof, uh... since like, 1999? Um, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Andromeda, Supernatural, Heroes, NCIS, DC, Marvel, The Umbrella Academy, Kingsmen, ASoIaF/Game of Thrones, Borderlands, Community, Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency, Doctor Who/Torchwood, Final Fantasy, Harry Potter, Misfits, I think I’ve forgotten some...

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Noble Blood (Game of Thrones, ASoIaF - GRRM) A Song of Bastards and Wards (ASoIaF - GRRM, Game of Thrones) Young God (Borderlands) Story and Sorcery (Loki: Agent of Asgard, Marvel) My Shame is True (The Umbrella Academy (TV))

Do you respond to comments, why or why not? I try to! Comments are so important in the fanfic community and I know how hard it is to think of something to say about a story, even when you’ve loved it to bits, so I don’t want people to feel ignored. Especially because I appreciate comments so, so much! I will say though, I have lapses, often when my mental health isn’t good, where I simply don’t know how to respond to people and then months go by and I feel weird about replying... so sorry if you’ve ever commented on one of my stories and got silence - it was me not you!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? The Aimless One (Misfits (TV 2009)) Straight up the saddest story I’ve written, no question. Normally writing sad stuff doesn’t make me sad but I had to take a break in the middle of this to just try and grapple with the idea I’d had because it tapped into a lot of depressing thoughts I have about life and death in general. The comments were all complimentary but so upset that at first I was like ‘hooray, it had the desired impact’, then after a while I started to think ‘why did I want to hurt people like this?’

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? Probably Realising All You Ever Wanted, a Hobbs/Dirk fic for the Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency fandom. There’s such minor conflict in that one that the sugary sweet ending isn’t out of place.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written? Well. I have some fandoms that are sort of crossovers already, things like Marvel where you have comic versions and movie versions and it doesn’t really feel like a crossover to be picking and choosing. Same with a Dirk Gently/Thor fic I did, because Thor cameos in the DG canon, but not this Thor. I think the most ambitious crossover I’ve worked on was a collaborative chatfic with @freshgratednutmeg that we’re never likely to post, where the need for more background characters in an Umbrella Academy A/o fic led to it being crossed over with Marvel and Brooklyn 99. (Leading to such amusements as Diego sparring with Rosa, and Five competing with Shuri in class.)

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Yeah, but it’s never been very well-reasoned so it’s been fairly easy to dismiss. Some people expect everyone to share their own perspective of the characters and it’s weird.

Do you write smut? If so what kind? Not really. I can go there and have done on occasion, but it doesn’t interest me very much. I think I did it more when I was younger because I felt like it was a necessary aspect of grown-up fanfic writing (when I started I was a teenager amongst mostly adults... or other people lying about their age too lol). These days I’m more likely to fade to black or allude to the acts. But I’m not averse to writing it or anything, but it’s never the focus of my story.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Only in the sense that I see them on other sites I didn’t upload to, sometimes in other languages, sometimes not. They normally say my name somewhere on them so they’re not stolen as such, but it’s still uncomfortable to see my work circulated to other sites without my permission.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Not with my permission, but yeah. I don’t know how to feel about translations. Obviously I want people of other languages to be able to read my work, but at the same time I’m not fluent enough to be able to check the translator’s work, so I won’t know if they’ve done any better than google. Word choice is pretty important in fiction. A bad translation can totally warp a text.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not for posting or sharing, but me and @freshgratednutmeg cowrite all the time.

What’s your all time favorite ship? All time?! That’s impossible to answer. I’m a multi-shipper for starters, in pretty much every fandom I’ve been in. When I find a ship I love, I love it intensely above all others for the duration of the fixation. Then eventually it gets set aside when I find a new fandom. I’m also indecisive enough to not really have an all-time favourite anything.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? A Song of Bastards and Wards (ASoIaF - GRRM, Game of Thrones). I can’t begin to describe the pages of notes I have for this beast. Unless I threw them out, which... scanning my room... is a distinct possibility. Ouch. I’d hoped to parallel the books for a long time with this one, but the amount of work for a project like that is too much when you’re no longer as passionate about the source fandom. I suspect what I might do is scenes with interconnecting notes, just so people get some sense of closure.

What are your writing strengths? Dialogue, baybee! Kinda makes me want to be a scriptwriter. People are always telling me that the characters ‘sound like’ them. I think it’s from reading voraciously from when I was young and being quite a social child, that moving speech patterns and quirks into writing is something that comes very naturally to me. Too natural, in fact, because IRL I write how I speak and that’s not always suited to the situation.

What are your writing weaknesses? Most things other than dialogue. Even thought processes are an internal dialogue, so they’re okay, but then like... a fight scene? A sex scene? Just even... what are their hands doing while they’re talking? How are these people physically present? Where are they? Are they inside, outside, is the building on fire? My descriptive skills are lacking, to say the least. It’s something I’m working on.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I’m not quite sure what’s meant by this. I’m not fluent in anything other than English so I don’t see that would work well for me. I know a few phrases in German/French/Welsh/Latin/Spanish but nothing useful for conversation. Dropping in words can work, if it’s the same way the speaker would use them amidst their English. Most of the time the characters I’m writing wouldn’t be speaking in another language anyway. We can blame the tag-team of English colonialism and American media for that one I think. I think that sometimes authors utilise a character’s language in a way that just exposes how little the author actually knows of the language and that’s a bit cringe for me.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Buffy the Vampire Slayer. None of those are online atm because they’re so so bad XD I should post them just so people can see improvement but... I can’t even read them, they’re hilarious. The most gratuitous self-inserts, the most ludicrous arguments, the most out-of-character romantic declarations.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? Hmm, that’s a quandary. I think I’ll differentiate between favourite to write, and favourite end product. Favourite to write was probably Noble Blood (Game of Thrones, ASoIaF - GRRM) because it was just a romp through my favourite themes. Given it’s one of my most popular stories, I’d say that just proves you should write what you want! I was going to quickly say Young God (Borderlands) is my favourite fic for quality of the finished product, because I pretty much just sat down one evening and spilled it into a word doc then reread it back and thought ‘huh, did I write that? Awesome’. But I’m happy with a couple of more recent things I’ve done for The Umbrella Academy fandom, notably The Price of Parenthood, which is very different to what I usually write and is a look at the life of one of the mothers who gave up her child to Reginald. Also The Water Calls, which was the only thing I managed to write for the recent MerMay event. It took me a little while to puzzle out how it all fit together, then once I had it worked out it came together wonderfully and I was very happy with the tone of it.

Tagging anyone who fancies doing it.

#long post #this was fun #like being interviewed lol

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vs-redemption · 3 years

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for the character ask game: Luck, Magna, Finral, Gauche and Vanessa

From Cindy: Hey anon! I’m sorry this took so long to post! I just had to really think about some of these! It was super fun to write though, so thank you so much!

*Sorry this is so long!*

Luck Voltia

First impression

I had a tough time getting over the fact that his English VA was the same as Midoriya from BNHA at first, but thankfully that went away pretty fast. I pretty much loved Luck immediately though. I heard him trying to fight people with that crazy look on his face and was sold. I also lost my mind a bit when they started calling him the “cheery berserker.” Like, please give me a nickname like this please.

Impression now

I still love Luck a lot! My initial reasoning still stands, but I’ve also enjoyed that we’ve had a few peeks into his past and inner workings of his mind to understand not only WHY he acts the way he does but also gain an understanding that he has complex emotions and isn’t just a crazy fighting machine.

Favorite moment

All Luck moments are great, but I always laugh when I think about the time Mereoleona blasted into the Black Bulls hideout to kidnap people for training. Everyone else looked horrified to be dragged away by her fire claw arms, but Luck just has this super happy excited look on his face! He’s so cute.

Idea for a story

What about Luck discovering he loves a hobby other than fighting? Like singing or drawing? Or an AU where he’s in a boy band or something ahaha

Unpopular opinion

I do love his friendship with Magna, but I do feel like it’s a bit unbalanced at times and maybe toxic for Magna. I’ve said this before, but Magna is pretty sensitive and seems to get genuinely upset when Luck manages to outperform him, especially when Luck managed to get into the magic knights and he didn’t. Luck is also kinda blunt about things sometimes, and even if he doesn’t really mean any harm by it, it makes me feel bad for Magna.

Favorite relationship

Despite what I just said, of course I enjoy Luck and Magna’s relationship. Luck inspires Magna to get stronger, and Magna is patient enough to endure Luck’s antics while also serving as an example of what human relationships should look like since poor Luck has such a weird, unhealthy relationship/attachment to his mom.

Favorite headcanon

It’s hard to imagine Luck in a romantic relationship since he’s just a small ball of crazy energy, but I’d like to think he’d be super warm and cuddly with someone he loves.

Magna Swing

First impression

I had a hard time knowing how I felt about Magna at first. I never disliked him but I went back and forth about him a lot and I’m not sure why. I’m naturally drawn to characters associated with fire, so I liked his magic right away. I suppose it took me a while to get used to his personality though. I think his appearance threw me off a bit too.

Impression now

I’m cool with Magna! He acts loud and tough all the time, but inside he’s actually really sweet. He’s a hard worker, which I respect, and he deeply cares about his friends and teammates in the black bulls.

Favorite moment

I like when he introduced that new vanishing fireball attack (I think against Asta in the royal knight exam). That was so cool that he adapted his power and learned from the mistakes from previous fights. I also just love any time he freaks out and starts batting fireballs at Luck. It’s funny. Or any time he screams about his crazy cyclone.

Idea for a story

What if someone wrote a fic where Magna joins the Crimson Lions instead of the Black Bulls? He could train his fire magic with the Vermillion family. That might be neat.

Unpopular opinion

Magna isn’t really my type, looks wise, but I definitely did a double take during the elf fights when his sunglasses were off and his hair was all disheveled.

Favorite relationship

I really like Magna’s relationship with Yami. Magna really respects the captain, and it’s nice to see them go out and do their gambling together even though it usually ends up with them returning empty handed and naked. haha

Favorite headcanon

Magna seems pretty shy about relationship stuff. He looks and acts like a punk, but I bet he’d be a perfect gentleman to his significant other. I can imagine him defending their honor or just taking care of any assholes who try to bully them.

Finral Roulacase

First impression

Oh Finral! It’s hard to remember clearly, but I think I felt disappointed with him at first. He was just kind of this guy that was obsessed with getting a date and used by Yami for making portals. I didn’t like how lazy and unmotivated he seemed.

Impression now

I am a firm believer that Finral is a precious bean and I love him so much! Now that I know where his insecurities come from, I can understand and sympathize with his nervousness and low self-confidence. I absolutely love how he’s been working harder and learning to use his magic in more useful ways to become a more valuable member of the team though. He’s starting to stand up for himself and become not only a better magic knight, but a better person in general too. (Although his flirting never bugged me that much)

Favorite moment

I don’t like that Finral got hurt so badly, but the moment where Langris was attacking him and every member of the black bulls rushed to stop him was really powerful. It showed that he was a loved member of the squad, plus the whole fact that he was finally making a stand against his brother was a big deal for him.

Idea for a story

I’d like to read anything about Finral with someone, either a friend or partner, who gives him lots of affection and verbal praise so the poor guy can build up his confidence a little. He deserves that. Smother him with love and affection! Do it!

Unpopular opinion

I don’t really care for the whole “competing to marry Lady Finesse” thing. I want Finral to find happiness and be able to have a comfortable and respected role within his family, but I’m not too concerned about if he ends up with her.

Favorite relationship

I’ve been thinking about this for a few minutes and I honestly can’t come up with one, which is sad. Maybe I’m forgetting someone but it doesn’t seem like Finral has any close relationships/friendships. I know he’s friends with everyone in the Black Bulls but nobody stands out as being especially close to him.

Favorite headcanon

Finral probably has a lot of guilty pleasure hobbies that help him manage his anxiety. For example baking, knitting, reading romance novels, or listening to cheesy love songs.

Vanessa Enoteca

First impression

I feel like I was just curious and confused about most of the Black Bulls when they were first introduced because they all seemed like… lazy or unmotivated, so I didn’t understand why they were even in the magic knights or how they passed the exam. Turns out Yami just hands out Black Bull robes like Halloween candy. lolol

Impression now

I like the growth her character has gone through during the series. She seemed like a lazy drunk at first, but when she is motivated she is REALLY motivated. Her loyalty to the Black Bulls is so absolute that it seems like she’d sacrifice ANYTHING or pay any price for her friends.

Favorite moment

When she goes back to the witch queen and offers to give up her freedom to try and save Asta’s arms. It is such a selfless thing to do and it just shows how much Vanessa loves her teammates.

Idea for a story

Uh… a soulmate AU that involves her red thread magic?

Unpopular opinion

I thought it was kind of random that she apparently has a crush on Yami. Like, its fine… I also have a crush on Yami, but I didn’t think it was necessary. Her admiration for him could just be platonic and that would be just as meaningful.

Favorite relationship

Either her relationship with Finral or her relationship with Yami probably. Even though I’m not a huge fan of the green in Finral’s hair, I think it’s cute that he came to Vanessa for advice and that she wants to help him reinvent himself.

Favorite headcanon

Why did I just think of Vanessa and Gordon running an apothecary together? They can just brew potions and poisons together and it would be great. I don’t know.

Gauche Adlai

First impression

Was I supposed to have any other impression than that he was a super creepy sister lover? haha

Impression now

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over the sister thing. That actually upsets me because everything else about Gauche is so cool to me. His magic is really awesome, and I love how unique and creative it is. And honestly, I don’t even care that he’s obsessed with his sister. I get that she’s the only family he really had and that he’s protective, but it doesn’t have to be that weird. It really doesn’t.

Favorite moment

I really liked when he used his magic to make a bunch of doubles of Asta, and every other time he caved and actually worked together with other members of the Black bulls. I also like whenever he blasts Asta with a mirror out of nowhere because Marie said something about liking him. Poor Asta has no idea why he’s getting attacked.

Idea for a story

Oh! How about Gauche taking over the church where his sister lives and becoming the protector of all the children? Or he could run a “scared straight” program where he intimidates delinquents into becoming better citizens.

Unpopular opinion

I’m not sure but I think most of his lines about Marie are actually hilarious. Like when he wouldn’t attack Sally’s monster thing because it looked like Marie. That was amusing. It’s just that when his nose starts bleeding and stuff, that makes it go from funny to awkward and creepy.

Favorite relationship

I’ll go with his relationship with the nun. He is such an asshole to her, but she throws it back without hesitation.

Favorite headcanon

I have no idea, but can we start shipping him with that scales dude (Damnatio Kira). I just thought of that and it’s making me happy to imagine it.

#Chat with cindy #black clover #luck voltia #finral roulacase #magna swing #vanessa enoteca #Gauche Adlai

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hey arden. i was listening to maathp and i was looking for a post i liked a while back analyzing the song that i always meant to read but never did and couldn’t find it, so i was hoping you’d give your analysis of it when you can bc you’re one of the only people who will analyze one of her songs in a way that’s more in your own way and not the “this is what the song probably means to taylor” kind of way which i kinda hate that most swifties do 💖

Hello! I read this lying in bed and thought ‘hey, this is an awesome ask, but it’s 11pm so maybe I’ll answer in the morning,’ and then I got too swept up in thinking about Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince. Now I’m up cranking out Taylor Swift analysis in the middle of the night, which is my preferred habit. (Thank you for your compliments on my specific style of analysis! I love looking critically at media and will aggressively take any opportunity to do so.)

The analysis is under the cut, because it is 1000+ words and I do not hate my mutuals. Hope you enjoy!

So, what is MAATHP about? In my opinion (a general disclaimer for this entire answer), this song is about political turmoil and an obsessive romance that anchors you through it. As a greater metaphor for the juvenile state of politics today, it’s set in a high school, which also links back to the idea of public perception being the most important thing and romantic love being all consuming. (Think Lorde’s ‘blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you, but we’re the greatest.’ That’s the vibe I get from this song.)

The first verse is as follows: You know I adore you / I’m crazier for you / Than I was at sixteen / Lost in a film scene / Waving homecoming queens / Marching band playing / I’m lost in the lights. She sets the stage for the song here: an obsessive love, a comparison to being a teenager, and specific allusions to typical American high schools. There’s a reminder of her early, Fearless-era work in the homecoming queens and marching bands, but the idea of being lost in public perception implies a darker edge than we’ve heard before.

* The ‘lights’ were formerly referenced as a context for public perception as ‘another name goes up in lights’ in The Lucky One.

Swift continues with: American glory faded before me / Now I'm feeling hopeless, ripped up my prom dress / Running through rose thorns, I saw the scoreboard / And ran for my life Quite a bit more to unpack here! The first obvious political association here is the idea of American glory fading (a reaction to the 2016 election, presumably). Our narrator destroys a standard symbol of ‘successful’ teenage years, the prom dress, in an extension on this theme. A conflict is introduced in these lines: a visual of escape, a view of the scoreboard (nice wordplay—could be a football game or a national election).

Pre-chorus: No cameras catch my pageant smile / I counted days, I counted miles / To see you there, to see you there / It's been a long time coming, but We’re again looking at the idea of public perception with the pageant smile, which is associated with beauty pageants for young women but is in the song’s context an allusion to the very social nature of political campaigning. It’s reinforced with counting days and miles, as if on the campaign trail around the country, and sets up the complete clash of personal and political for the chorus.

It's you and me, that's my whole world / They whisper in the hallway, "She's a bad, bad girl" / The whole school is rolling fake dice The primary romance of the song—the idea that the world is such a disaster that this one person is your lifeline and your world throughout it. Despite the gossip typical to high school halls, the narrator holds onto the person they love and condemns the rest of the school as liars. (Fake dice to me means a presupposed set of outcomes that don’t actually exist, i.e. there are more choices than others appear to see. Could also be a reference to ‘fake news.’)

You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes / It's you and me, there's nothing like this / Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince / We're so sad, we paint the town blue / Voted most likely to run away with you If you do something stupid, you have to accept the consequences for your actions = if you assume there are only a set number of outcomes, you force yourself into accepting the unpleasant result. (Maybe a bit too leftist for Swift’s intention, but this isn’t about her. Could also be ‘voting for Trump / not voting means you have to accept the consequences of his presidency.’) It’s in essence a condemnation of a narrow outlook.

We’re drawn back to the romance that forms the backbone of this song; between someone so perfectly American (at least on the surface, conforming to the politically and socially acceptable views of the nations) that they are ‘Miss Americana’ and their lover, the ‘Heartbreak Prince’ here to ruin it all. Both of the lovers are disappointed with their society—unclear whether it’s the school or the country, probably deliberately—so they strike back for change (vote blue), but ultimately want to escape the world that has ostracized them and is actively burning down.

My team is losing, battered and bruising / I see the high fives between the bad guys / Leave with my head hung, you are the only one / Who seems to care The second verse is pretty impressive to me from a lyrical standpoint. We can see the team as a high school’s home team or a political party, but either way they’re being fought against and beaten down. The opposition is fierce and cruel, the ‘bad guys’ who revel in their victory of cruelty. The narrator abandons this with a miserable look and her lover is the only one there to comfort her.

American stories burning before me / I'm feeling helpless, the damsels are depressed / Boys will be boys then, where are the wise men? / Darling, I'm scared The typical idea of America—good guys always win, a bootstraps / American dream narrative—is crashing before a narrator who’s held such a strong belief in it. Without the system, she doesn’t know what to do with herself, and sees this reflected in the people around her. The ‘damsels are depressed’ is a typical idea of the role women are meant to play changed by the mental health crisis. (I am extrapolating heavily, folks.)

‘Boys will be boys’ is a play on locker room talk, the culture of misogyny and assault that plagues America beneath the veneer of glory, and Swift follows by writing ‘where are the wise men;’ a biblical allusion to the idea of singular people that can remedy the faults in the system. She finally reverts back to the lover to share her fear.

No cameras catch my muffled cries / I counted days, I counted miles / To see you there, to see you there / And now the storm is coming, but We look again at the idea of public perception, a private love that outlasts the outcry in a similar way to Swift’s own ‘reputation.’ She discusses hiding from the ever-present storm (whether it be a debilitating political condition or a flurry of gossip within a high school) and holding onto that lover as a remedy for outward pain.

[Repeat of the chorus as above.]

And I don't want you to (Go) / I don't really wanna (Fight) / 'Cause nobody's gonna (Win), I think you should come home [repeated] And I'll never let you (Go) 'cause I know this is a (Fight) / That someday we're gonna (Win) This repetitive bridge, a play on a traditional cheerleader chant, highlights and contrasts the two settings in this song for a final time. The narrator displays brief hatred, reconciled to the idea of no change, and unwilling to lose her lover. Soon after (in the typical fashion of young, passionate people), there is a minute belief in the idea that the battle (against another school or political party) can be won, that it is worth sticking your neck out for, and that the narrator becomes willing to sacrifice their lover for.

It’s in this vein that the song ends with the ‘she’s a bad, bad girl’ line repeated; now symbolizing the willingness of the narrator to sacrifice themselves and their lover for a victory they fervently believe in. This 180, incidentally, is what makes the song less convincing for me—the desperation for escape turning to a preparation to be villainized—but I hope this analysis was interesting and helped you form some of your own conclusions.

#anon #asking with you #taylor swift analysis

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The Girl from Ipanema

[Diakko, Fluff, Cafe One-Shot, Cute Stuff, older!LWA, Supportive Bartender, inspired by the song of the same title]

Summary: The barista, who was something of a hopeless romantic, couldn't help but notice the way Akko was staring at the mysterious blonde in the corner of the coffee shop. So of course he tells her to, "go get her a coffee!"

here is the song

“An iced Americano for me, thank you.”

Akko smiled warmly at the barista, fishing for change in her pockets while Gerry (or so his name tag said) nodded to confirm her order. “With white mocha. And two pumps of breve. And light water.”

He looked at her from behind the screen of the register, patiently waiting for more.

“That’s all!” She said with a merry grin.

He popped her order into the system in a flurry of taps and beeping, and in a bid for casual conversation, had remarked: “Strong. Sweet. And creamy—the whole package.”

“I’d like to think of my coffee as a reflection of myself.” She replied in jest.

He laughed lightly, nodding while he took her payment. The order was punched in, followed by the high-pitched noise of a receipt being printed out; the sound of it mixed in with a song she remembered from her childhood that she’d often hear in cafes similar to this one.

The melody fit in with the establishment’s ambience. In the next moment, her change was returned and she walked over the end of the bar where she could wait to pick up her drink. She looked around some more—the interior was both rustic and stylishly modern. The bar was backed up by a classic brick wall, unpainted with the dark grey mortar jutting out tastefully. It contrasted nicely with the windows on the opposite side that ran from the ceiling down to the floor—the sunlight was kept at bay by venetian blinds in plain light brown. Everything else was wooden and lacquered—from the tables, to the chairs, and even the counter that sat atop unfinished concrete. There were greens as well, potted and genuinely alive in the corners. The smell of coffee wafted across the space, wrapping the experience together like the perfect ribbon on a gift.

But for Akko, the appeal of well-done interior decoration paled in comparison to the quiet blonde woman sitting in a corner table. Her spot was nearly hidden behind a half-wall divider and some plants. The brunette craned her neck, biting her lip in the process while she tried to get a better look at—

“I hope you aren’t trying to be discreet.” Gerry was back with her drink and a smug grin. “Because if you were, it isn’t working.”

Akko playfully narrowed her eyes. “I thought this kind of advice was bartender territory.”

“Baristas are close enough,” he said in a chipper voice, wrapping a napkin around her cup to keep the condensation at a minimum.

“Well,” she started deliberately, leaning her elbow onto the counter. “You really can’t blame me for staring.”

“I’d agree with that.” He nodded.

At the same time, they both turned towards the blonde—she was around seven meters away, but if the look on her face was any suggestion, she was anything but near. She was utterly engrossed; far, far away into the worn-out paperback book she so tenderly held and read through. In the next moment, she turned a page. A little bit after that, she tucked a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear. Her expression was even—and practically unreadable.

Except for her eyes.

Seven meters was probably too far away to notice, but they were blue—so delightfully blue—and the pace by which they moved from left to right (her head would move along with them in the cutest way) revealed that she might be more enraptured than her expression allowed to show.

It was—if Akko were to be honest—just a little bit breathtaking.

“Buy her a coffee.” Gerry said with an oddly resolute voice for someone Akko had just met. “You don’t look at a woman the way you are right now and pass up on the chance to buy her a coffee.”

Akko blinked, turning back towards him with an expression of surprise yet amusement. “I don’t think she wants one—”

“It’s on me.” Gerry held up his hand, insisting that she stop talking. “What would you think her type is?”

“There’s really no need to—”

“No buts!” He insisted, and the intensity of it made Akko back down a little.

“Alright, alright.” she conceded, sheepishly scratching at the back of her head.

“Once again—what do you think she likes?”

“Iced americano—with white mocha, breve, and a bit of water?” Akko grinned.

“Okay.” He laughed again. “That was pretty smart. But I doubt she’s into caffeine strong and sweet enough to induce a heart-attack.”

“You may never know!” Akko crossed her arms, noting at the back of her mind that the ice of her drink would be melting anytime soon. “I feel like she’s into more adventurous things than—”

“Be cool.” He suddenly snapped to get her attention. “She’s looking at you. She tilted her head. Is that interest? Or is she checking you out?”

Akko giggled, “probably just wondering why we’re being so loud!”

“I swear on my honor as a barista that I never speak louder than my customer needs.” He said with an indignant quirk of his eyebrow. “In any case—how about a flat white?”

Akko hummed to herself. “That works. What if you take half off the sweetener?”

“Good observation.” Gerry nodded, sparing the blonde another quick glance. “The cold air of mystery leads one to believe she doesn’t like sweets.”

“She looks wonderful, doesn’t she?” Akko blurted out, looking towards the blonde over her shoulder while Gerry left for the espresso machine and got to work. She’d leave him a hefty tip and would make it a point to come here more often. Gerry was great—and from the first sip of her Americano, his coffee game was just as awesome.

Akko watched from afar as the blonde settled her chin onto the back of her free hand, laying the book flat onto the table while she flipped to yet another page. She licked her lips.

Akko died a little.

“Honestly,” Gerry was back. “You should see the look on your face right now. If I weren’t a hopeless romantic I’d say it’s pathetic.”

“Excuse you!” Akko laughed. “I’m a customer!”

“And I’m just stating facts.” He held up his palms in self-defense.

“I’m not going to fight you on that one.”

He smiled at her again, pushing the white cup of hot coffee near her from the across the bar in an exaggerated motion of presentation. “Here—an unsweetened flat white on the house, in the name of love.”

Akko gracefully took both drinks (hers was already getting watery), and beamed at the barista who she was pretty sure was now a new friend. “Thank you, Gerry. I’ll make sure to do good by your service.”

He winked, and soon after she was walking towards the small corner table partially hidden by the leaves of some weird indoor plant and oh—up close one could see how well her simple white blouse framed her neck and collar bones—and she—

She was actually nervous? It almost made her laugh—it was unlike her to be nervous of anything. Much less… this.

Akko stopped right when she was hovering near her, and on cue, the blonde looked up, visibly confused at the two drinks in her hands. Akko’s eyes landed on something golden glistening on the other woman’s person.

Oh.

“The barista insisted I buy the beautiful blonde I was staring at a coffee.” Akko started with a small smile.

It made the blonde laugh—the action of which was only just a small huff through the nose, along with the upturn of the corner of her lips. But her eyes looked delighted (and still so very blue) and Akko did her best not to blurt out a pick-up line.

“Did he?”

“He did,” the brunette nodded, placing the drinks onto the table but not daring to seat herself down just yet. “But by the ring on you finger, I’m guessing you’re spoken for?”

She was smiling now. The sight of it… did things to Akko’s stomach.

“I’m spoken for,” Diana smiled, gracefully accepting the coffee. “By a wonderful woman who likes her coffee much too sweet.”

Akko grinned, leaning down when she felt the blonde tug at her arm. Diana seemed utterly charmed by her entrance. She’d pat herself on the back for that. “She’s a hell of a lucky woman.”

“I reckon I am, just as much.” Diana leaned up, smiling while she met Akko half-way for a kiss. It was sweet.

And tasted like coffee.

Akko leaned in for a little more, giggling, toying at the golden ring on her own left hand and feeling a deep-seated joy at knowing the lovely girl in the corner of the café wore an exact copy.

When they finally parted—but only for a few inches—Diana gave her a pointed look. “Did you really trick the poor barista into helping you hit on your wife, my love?”

Akko laughed. “He insisted!”

Diana laughed fully this time, the corners of her eyes wrinkling in mirth while Akko just stood there, grinning stupidly, much like a lovesick puppy.

They were too engrossed with each other to notice that Gerry had nearly fainted.

fin

A/N: Yes LMAO it's another one-shot *cries* but this was a very cute idea I've been dying to write for weeks, and finally sat my ass down for an hour and got it done. I honestly love the song although admittedly the lyrics don't fit so well coz it a bit sad, but doesn't the tune just relax you so much?

Gerry is..... named after my favorite restaurant........... Gerry's Grill lmao

#Diakko #Dianakko #diana x akko #Diana Cavendish #Atsuko Kagari #Akko Kagari #lwa #LWA Diana #LWA Akko #Cafe #Cute #Fluff #older lwa #luna nova #fanfic #humor

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helloalycia · 4 years

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never fell out of love // rory gilmore

summary: you and Rory broke up, but that doesn't stop you from teasing her and wishing you could still be together.

warning/s: none.

masterlist | wattpad

I walked into Luke's, not bothering to look around, and approached the till where Luke was writing something down on his notepad.

"Hey, Luke, please can I get two cheeseburgers to go?" I asked with a smile.

"You want fries?" he asked, finally looking up from his notepad.

"Please," I replied, taking a seat at the counter.

He nodded and gave the order to Caesar in the back. I was prepared to wait for my food, until I suddenly heard someone call my name.

"Y/N!"

"Mom, no..."

I turned and saw Rory sat at the table near the window with her mum, Lorelai. Lorelai seemed confused as Rory tried to avert her gaze from me.

I merely smirked and approached the table. "Hey, Lorelai." Lorelai smiled in return as I looked to Rory with a teasing smile. "Rory."

Rory, who was trying her best to not look at me, forced a smile and waved a hand.

"Did I miss something here?" Lorelai got straight to the point, pointing between us. "Last time I checked, you guys were friends."

I chuckled. "Same, Lorelai." I looked to Rory with an amused expression. "Do you need to catch me up on something, Rory?"

Rory, going a deep shade of red by now, finally looked up and flickered her bright blue eyes to mine. "Hey, Y/N. Yes, we're still friends. You doing good?"

I grinned. "Perfect, darling, and you?"

Rory couldn't hold my gaze for long, as she slowly looked elsewhere. "Awesome."

Lorelai looked at her daughter with a puzzled expression.

"I should go wait for my food, but it was nice seeing you," I said, mostly to Lorelai, with a friendly smile. "Enjoy your lunch."

Lorelai nodded and waved. "Bye, sweetie."

I headed back to the counter and took a seat, feeling those familiar butterflies tugging in my gut. What can I say? Rory's presence did that, and she knew it all too well, hence her ignoring me. Or trying to.

As I waited for my food, I realised I kinda wanted a drink now.

"Hey, Luke, can I get a coke? I'll pay now too," I called for the diner-owner as he made some coffee.

Luke nodded and got me the drink. After paying for it, he went to check on my food. I waited and suddenly felt a presence beside me. When I looked up, I saw Rory had approached the counter and was purposely staying silent, despite being fully aware of my presence. She was obviously waiting for Luke to return.

"You should make it less obvious that you hate me, your mum is starting to suspect otherwise," I teased her, hoping to get a response.

She pursed her lips and glanced at me. "You know I don't hate you."

I breathed out, still smiling at her. "I know. It's just fun seeing you squirm."

She rolled her eyes and leaned onto the counter, impatiently drumming her fingers. I admired her appearance today – her long hair half pulled back into an up-do style, her bangs covering her forehead and making her eyes stand out that extra big more, her white blouse rolled up to her elbows and left untucked, only accentuating her figure. She was stunning and I wasn't sure if she even knew what she was doing to me.

"Two cheeseburgers with fries," Luke finally returned, holding out a takeaway bag. "Enjoy."

I smiled and accepted the bag. "Cheers."

"Can I get a cup of coffee, Luke?" Rory asked, relieved he had returned.

Luke nodded and moved to fill her a cup. I stood up straight, bag in hand, and turned to leave, but decided to do one more thing before I left. I pretended to grab some napkins so I could lean next to Rory and get close to her ear.

"You look really beautiful today," I whispered, before grabbing a napkin and stepping back.

Rory clenched her jaw and glanced my way, her eyes soft and questioning. I merely smiled and went on my way.

As fun as teasing Rory was, I did wish I could say all of this to her face. As a couple. The reason she was giving me the cold shoulder was because she wasn't ready to be official with me. We'd been together, though on the down low about it, for a few months, but she decided to break it off when she admitted she was too afraid to come out about us to everyone. Of course I couldn't stop her, but I never fell out of love with her. And I know she still felt something for me.

Leaving Luke's that day left me with a hollow feeling inside, as I realised I probably wouldn't ever be able to say how I felt about Rory out loud.

–

Of course Stars Hollow – or should I say Taylor Doose, town mayor – would find some reason to celebrate and throw some kind of party. At this point, I didn't even know what holiday we were celebrating, I just knew that somehow, Taylor managed to convince pretty much everyone in Stars Hollow to party in the centre of town.

"Taylor did a good job, I must say," Lane commented, looking around.

"Yeah, it sure does look pretty," I agreed, taking everything in.

The gazebo had fairy lights strung all around, matching the ones lighting up the surrounding town stores. It was nighttime, so they shone like little stars. There was also balloons tied around and little streamers hanging about.

"God, this song is awesome." Lane grinned, bopping her head to the song Kirk was playing on the speakers they'd hooked up. "Wanna dance?"

Half the town was dancing like it was their school prom all over again and it was actually really lovely if it weren't amusing.

"Sure, why not?" I shrugged and followed Lane onto the 'dance floor'.

The two of us laughed as we danced around like fools. Nobody cared because everyone was bad as each other.

When the song ended, Lane and I stuck to swaying to the music for a bit, tired out from all the jumping around.

"How isn't your mum scouring the seven seas to find you right now?" I asked Lane, curious to why she hadn't been dragged home.

Lane smirked. "I am currently at Jessie Davis's house reading the Bible."

I quirked an eyebrow. "Who is Jessie Davis?"

Lane tapped her nose and I laughed at her antics. She had her ways, as usual. A pro at deception.

"Hey, there's Rory– Rory! Over here!" she shouted behind me.

I turned and a playful smile fell upon my lips when Rory's expression turned from a grin to a frown. She sucked up a breath and approached Lane and I, a forced smile on her lips.

"Hey, how long have you been here? I tried looking for you earlier," Lane said, still dancing to the music.

Rory waved her hand dismissively. "Not long. Did I miss much?"

Lane laughed. "Just Y/N and I dancing terribly. Not much."

Rory suppressed a smile as she spared me a glance. I almost forgot to breathe because of how adorable she looked.

"Gosh, Kirk actually has a decent playlist tonight," Lane complimented, obviously impressed as yet another good song played. "I'm gonna go check it out."

Lane left to go check out Kirk at his place by the gazebo, leaving Rory and I stood surrounded by terrible dancers.

"Wanna dance?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow hopefully.

Rory crossed her arms nervously. "Erm..."

"Nobody will suspect anything. We're friends. Friends can dance," I reassured her, dropping all hints of playfulness for the moment.

She sighed and nodded, a real smile tugging at her lips. We both began to dance, joining in with the horrible dancing around us. It was lovely to be able to just mess around with her without having to worry what anyone else was thinking – nobody was paying us attention. Plus, she was laughing and I hadn't heard or seen that in a while. Not since we broke up.

Eventually, Kirk slowed down with the upbeat songs and put on a somewhat slow song. Not awkwardly romantic, but something anyone could dance to. So, of course, as Rory tried to pull away and leave, I grabbed her hand and pulled her right back.

"One more dance and I'll leave you alone for the rest of the night," I promised, nodding at her. "If you want me to that is."

Rory said nothing, but rested her hand on my waist and the other in my hand. I smiled and we both slow-danced around the gazebo, not drawing any suspicion because tons of 'friends' were doing the same, some even doing it for a laugh. But nothing was funny to me about the fact that Rory was closer than she'd ever been to me since we broke up, and her eyes wouldn't leave mine.

She was wearing a lovely purple dress tonight, her hair left out and curled, framing her face. I wondered if she was thinking about us. I knew I was. I missed her the longer she was with me, strangely enough.

I leaned forward, making her nervous and tense up a little. But I only glanced around before moving my mouth to her ear.

"I really want to kiss you right now."

I pulled back and acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. As we twirled around Miss Patty, smiling as she waved at us, I made sure to act the part. Though, Rory staring at me like I'd said the worst thing ever did make me regret it a little.

Finally, the song ended and everyone clapped for Kirk, who was unsure how to react to people actually thinking he'd done a good job at something. I pulled away from Rory and took a step back, sensing her discomfort. I hated that when I looked at her, I felt the urge to kiss her still.

"I'll go," I said.

She stared at me, her expression unreadable, until suddenly, she stepped forward and pressed her lips against mine. I was surprised, wondering why she would kiss me in such a public place. But I didn't get much time to think about it because I soon found myself kissing her back, missing the taste of her lips and the warmth of her skin.

She pulled away when we ran out of breath, but her hands were clutching my waist tightly. Her eyes darted from my lips to my eyes and I saw that she was still a little confused, but she was smiling.

"Erm, you know you just kissed me, right?" I asked her to be sure.

She nodded.

"Okay, just checking," I said. "You also know people saw, right?"

Already, bystanders were talking between themselves, pointing conspicuously at Rory and I. No going back now.

"I love you," she said, grabbing my hands.

I felt my heart rate speed up. "You do?"

She nodded, eyes flickering down to my lips again. "I'm ready."

I bit my lip to contain my grin. "Rory... I love you, too."

She grinned, pressing a small kiss to my lips before pulling me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close, smiling into her shoulder.

I was glad to finally be hers for real now.

#rory gilmore #rory gilmore imagine #Rory gilmore x reader #Rory gilmore x female reader #gilmore girls #alexis bledel

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fangurk · 3 years

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hiya I’d like to request a ship! if you don’t mind I’d like a romantic ship with either a wolf or a vampire and a platonic ship with a human, please. im omnisexual with a preference for women. I’m 17 and my pronouns are she/her. I have grey eyes and I’m fairly tall with brown shoulder length hair. Im also pretty strong, i like working out it’s calming for me. I’m a cancer, a hufflepuff, and an ENFP (so like- im baby).

I’m really interested in making music and I’m trying to learn piano but I’m not very good at the moment lmao. I’m kind of shy but when I open up I cannot stop talking, I’m sensitive and a bit of a pushover too sdhwkhdksjskajs. I was a gifted kid so like I give up easily (a reason why I’m not the best at piano) and I really struggle with trying to be good enough. And I’m such a hopeless romantic, I love writing about love and love songs and daydreaming.

thank you!!

hiya! i don’t mind at all anon! also, i’m really loving the hufflepuff rep in my inbox—

let me know how you feel and/or if you want me to change something!!

I Platonically Ship You With... Mike Newton!!

-> my guy works in his parents’ sports equipment store. he thinks you and your music are actually so awesome, even if you don’t think you’re good yet.

-> you give up easily? good luck doing that with mike around. we all know he’s stubborn as all hell, he’s not going to let you let yourself down.

-> sometimes he’ll work out with you, but i feel like he isn’t the best at it.

-> he probably dominated half of your conversations early on in the friendship, but now that you talk more, he’s really enjoying having actual banter with you. (that being said, he probably totally overreacted the first time you really responded to him.)

“ you do talk! ”

-> mike also struggles with his self worth a lot, which means you guys probably have days where you just sit around eating crap food and watching tv. he’s not really good at talking about his real feelings, but you might be able to get him to really open up a bit more.

-> cupid himself could hit this boy upside the head and he’d still be falling behind; he’s so dense. you are the only reason he has any sort of tact when it comes to relationships.

“ so what are you going to do? ”

“ ...call her when I get home. ”

I Romantically Ship You With... Alice Cullen!!

-> she’ll totally work out with you, going at your pace and making sure you hydrate.

-> alice fully supports your desire to become a musician, and she’ll teach you piano if you ask her.

“ no, my love, not this key, that key. ”

-> it’s okay that you’re kinda shy at first because she’s more than willing to carry conversation, and when you’ve finally opened up to her she’ll listen intently to whatever you say.

-> alice is also a doer and she will not let you just give up, not completely. she’s always urging you to do things you’ve abandoned in the past, but gently because she doesn’t want to upset you.

-> you’re a pushover? good luck to anyone who takes advantage of that with alice around. she might be tiny and soft spoken, but she will politely tear someone a new one for their disrespect.

“ I think it would suit you well to never even look at my girlfriend again. ”

-> she’s in love with love. y’all would have the most romantic dates ever (i’m talking dinners and nice lighting and flowers and picnics) and she’d love to hear all about your daydreams and learn about the things you’ve written.

#ships #twilight #mike newton #alice cullen

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bloomingtea · 4 years

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Tine thinks he won the roommate lottery — a college au ↓

Tine has been noticing it since he was like 16: his eyes sometimes linger a way too much on guys, he thinks it must be normal, you know, teen hormones and all that. He still dates girls

“Normal, my ass!” Fong says when Tine comments about it, and the very next moment he regrets and adds “that’s normal actually, maybe just means you are not only into girls.” And gives Tine things to think and overthink about

So maybe he’s bi?

People say that college is the best place to experiment and good thing he’s going soon, moving from his hometown to Bangkok

Bad thing he’s going to college soon because his parent tell him they don’t have money to rent another dorm room, but maybe they could afford an apartment for him and his older brother, Type, who’s already in Bangkok

Bad thing because Type is a clean freak where Tine is kind of your usual teen messy, plus has a tendency to break things, which trigger Type’s tendency to get annoyed over messes

Also bad thing because he’s pretty sure that Type isn’t very fond of queer people

So he talks about it with his one-braincell-group of friends, and Ohm suggests him to look on FB. “There’s tons of posts of people looking for roommates”

So he connects with a dude. A political science student. He has a room free because his friend ditched him last minute and the only requirement is to pay his share before the first week

He seems quite a good dude, almost laid-back, so Tine goes to check the apartment. It’s small but comfortable, near to the campus and to bar&clubs area. So he starts to ask:

“what about the food?” “we can pay 50/50 and if there’s something you don’t want me to touch, put a sticker on it or something”

“what about study?” “huh….i don’t study, but text me if you need space or quiet, I’ll leave or something”

“what about the bathroom?” “yeah, we’ll need to set some rules. I don’t shave a lot, but I hate to see hairs in the floor”

“and what about….queer people?” the dude shrugs. “love is love, dude. Wait, don’t tell me you’re homoph-bic, because that I won’t stand” “nonono” “great. Also, if you’re gonna bring someone, a heads up will be nice.”

This is too good, Tine thinks. Then the guy says: “oh, also, my friends tend to come here often, hope you don’t mind?” And Tine says no, because he likes to be around people and also it’s his right

And that’s how Tine and Man become roommates

It goes fine, really. Because Man is friendly and likes to repair things in order to not study, so he doesn’t mind when Tine breaks those things. And takes him to different places to grab food and booze, because Man loves to drink, but never goes really overboard because he’s used to have to drive that old motorbike of his and so he holds himself back unconsciously even if he’s not driving tonight (except he also never offers a ride bc “sorry Tine, that place is reserved for the future loml”)

And Man even passes the not-really-well-disguised living conditions inspection of Type

(because he’s mostly quiet, for once)

and when Type leaves, Man says “Tine, I think I like your brother” and, huh, Tine wishes him good luck with that and promises him to ask Type later what does he think about Man-like romantically (Tine doesn’t do it)

Also!!!!! Man is totally fine with Tine listening to Scrubb all day long, he even invites him to go watch his friend’s band live tonight at the bar, because they’ll cover Scrubb songs!!!

(they don’t, Man is a liar)

But!!, huh, wait, hold on????

Tine had been thinking all his overthinking was in vain because apparently there wasn’t any guy that picked his attention in the month he’s been in college, and maybe it was hormones and curiosity and he only likes girls. But the guitarist.

Handsome, beautiful, freaking stunning. Michelangelo worthy

Tine can’t stop looking at him, the way he plays the guitar?? Give him an award already

Too bad guitarist doesn’t introduce himself at the end of their gig. Now Tine will never know how to refer to his first guy crush

(not that he’ll ever do something like get closer to the guy (that is already circled by lots of girls) and ask him. or his number. Tine is new to this and, you know, kind of shy.)

But Man is not—shy, of course. So he rises his hand and screams a “Wat!!” and you know what? Stunning guitarist dude looks over to them. And comes closer to their table. And smirks

The name’s Sarawat —no nickname

And upfront he’s not that perfect. He has some scars above his eyebrow and upper lip, but that makes him even more charming. Also it attracts the attention to his lips—the fullest lips Tine has ever seen, the fullest lips of Bangkok and the whole Thailand

Tine doesn’t even want to think what it must feel to be kissed by those lips

(freaking awesome, for sure)

And maybe Tine is dreaming or overthinking again, but Sarawat is being flirty???

And Man jokes: “Dude, right in front of my salad?” but he only has a glass of beer and it’s kind of awkward but not really, because they laugh it off and Man then changes the subject asking about band practices, and Tine is a bit confused

They all get drunk and Sarawat drives them home. Because of course the handsome dude has a nice car. And honestly is kind of embarrassing to know he’s wealthy and still invite him to their small apartment

But he’s used to it, apparently. He’s Man’s friend and has been there before

And then he starts to be there. A LOT.

Tine thought that when Man said his friends go often, he meant only Boss. But not. Now is Boss and Sarawat. Mostly Sarawat, with his acoustic guitar.

“The band’s taking a break from practice,” he explains and sits next to Tine, a grin dancing in his lips

Those damn lips

And okay, Tine is not dreaming (but still overthinking), Sarawat is being flirty. He even learnt Scrubb songs to entertain Tine. “I like it when you sing along. Our voices go well together.”

You don’t know how much that means to Tine. Sing Scrubb song together??? That’s the equivalent to be in the same page, to share emotions, to oh mygod

Then Type announces he’ll be passing over and Tine panics

Yeah, another gay panic, thanks Man, but not because of Sarawat. (he’s implied tho)

And when Type comes and squints at them, Sarawat is total and completely unfazed. “Hey. I’m a friend of Man.”

And Type nods back, suspicious. “Hey, Type, why are you here??” Tine asks. “I just came to bring back something,” Type says and from his backpack he takes out a helmet

Man’s old motorbike spare helmet

And what.

(apparently Man roped Type into a date or two. Apparently Man and Type are dating) (when did that happen???)

(right, while Sarawat was at their apartment, monopolizing Tine’s whole attention)

(he still is, damn those full lips)

So, at the end, is not like Type is homoph-bic, he’s just overprotective of Tine (because his brother is precious and no one is good enough for him, not even handsome stunning dudes, yes, talking about you Sarawat) and he has very strong opinions about how queer people are sometimes represented in media, especially on those series where looks like consent is non-existent

Tine finally kisses Sarawat at the end of a band practice or a gig where he plays no Scrubb songs, because that’s not the style of the band, but Tine likes it nevertheless and even learn a few songs (the ones Man said were Sarawat’s favourites) to sing along

“Normal, my ass!” Fong says after Phuak asked “all that in the span of two months??” when Tine tells them everything. And well, yeah, Normal, Fong’s ass.

Tine still is very happy, especially when Man texts him that he has the apartment for himself the whole weekend because he’ll be staying at Type’s, probably banging. And that’s more information that Tine will ever want, but as he replies an emoji and texts to Sarawat, he thinks: best roommate ever.

i don’t have time to write it, so i’ll it here ;;

#that's ofc until he moves in with wat #if anyone read this and wants to do it....*puppy eyes*#2gether #2gether the series #au idea #sarawatine #tinewat #mantype #2gether au #2gether fanfic #2gether fic

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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Do you take lessons for anything? No.

Has something really heavy ever fallen on you? No, thankfully.

If you wear makeup, what colors do you usually wear? I haven’t worn any makeup for like 3 years now.

Does your shower have curtains or a glass door/wall? One does, the other has glass sliding doors.

If you have more than one pet, do they ever get jealous of each other? I only have one pet.

Is there a room in your house that you don’t like going in? No.

Do you remember the last question you were asked? What did you answer? “Is there a room in your house that you don’t like going in?” and I said, “No.”

Besides salt and butter, do you put anything on your popcorn? There’s this delicious garlic parm popcorn seasoning one of my local theaters offers that’s really good. You can actually get it at the store, which I have.

Are you lonely? I feel lonely in what I’m going through right now.

What’s your favorite magazine to read? I haven’t read a magazine in several years.

Do you like pineapple? No.

Have you ever seen fireflies? Yeah.

Have you ever trespassed? No.

Do you tell your parents where you are going? I don’t go anywhere now except for doctor appointments, which my mom takes me to, but back when I had a social life and friends and actually did stuff I always let my family know I was going to be hanging out. It didn’t matter that I was an adult, that’s how my family is with each other. We don’t give a play by play, but it’s just nice to let someone know.

Do you raise your hand or participate in class? Ugh, I hated the classes that required that as part of your grade.

Do you like visiting the mall? Why or why not? I used to.

Have you ever purposely hurt an animal? No!

Would you ever see a therapist? Yes. I’m actually supposed to call Monday and finally set something up.

Are you afraid of heights? Yes.

Are you afraid of the dark? I don’t want to be out and about at night and I have to sleep with my TV on for both light and sound.

Are you a jealous person? I can be. I haven’t felt jealous in quite a long time, though.

When is your birthday? July 28th.

What are you listening to right now? An ASMR video.

Have you ever been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing? Yes.

Are you still friends with someone from kindergarten? I just have Facebook “friends” that I’ve known since kindergarten.

What is the most important thing to you? My loved ones.

Do you like whipped cream? Yeah.

Are you close to your mother? Yes, she’s my best friend.

Are you close to your father? We don’t have the same kind of relationship my mom and I do, but we don’t have a bad one or anything. It’s just different.

Do you walk around bare foot when you're at home? Or do you wear socks? I always have socks on.

Do you like chocolate popsicles? I did as a kid. I haven’t had one in such a long time.

Would you ever be your school’s mascot who wears that costume? No.

Would you rather see the Great Wall of China or Big Ben? Both would be an awesome experience.

Have you ever written a poem? I dabbled with it in my teens. It’s so cringe.

Would you ever be a tornado chaser? Uh, absolutely not. I’d be trying to get as far away as possible.

What is your favorite thing to eat with bbq sauce, if you even like that stuff? I very rarely use BBQ sauce, but it’s good with chicken tenders.

Your parents tell you that this summer, you get to pick the vacation. Where do you plan to go? I wish I could have a relaxing beach getaway. In the perfect scenario we’d be able to rent a beach house and have our own private beach area where I could rent a canopy bed and lie out at the beach. That’s what I need right now.

What do you think is a good theme for a prom? *shrug* My prom was over a decade ago now, I’m not thinking about that stuff.

Have you ever had to do a class in summer school? I had to take a math class in 6th grade because I missed a lot of school due to a long hospital stay after a surgical procedure and then I had to retake a math course once in community college. I also took some summer classes voluntarily as well at community college to speed things up a bit.

Do you get nervous when you go to the doctor? About what? Always. I just expect the worst all the time.

Have you ever been to the rainforest? No.

Have you ever created a website? Just like on those websites like freewebs or whatever it was called back in the day for fansites. It was just website that let you make your own simple websites.

Ever thought about writing a book? Yes.

Have you ever had a dream where you killed someone? No, but I’ve had nightmares where I’m being chased, attacked, and even shot at.

Do you ever make up stories in your head and wish they come true? I mean, yeah.

Which is worse: stuffy nose or runny nose? Both suck, but a runny nose can really be a nuisance if it’s bad. I’ve had times where I had to stuff a tissue in my nostril cause it was so bad. Not being able to breathe isn’t pleasant either, though...

Which is worse: Sick to your stomach or sore throat? That’s tough cause I have a lot of stomach problems and it’s absolutely awful. I very rarely get sore throats, I don’t even recall the last time, but having it hurt when swallowing is not fun and swallowing is something you continuously do, so it’s not exactly something you can avoid. I also feel like there’s not a whole lot you can do about it either.

Do you think your last relationship was a disaster? I wouldn’t say a disaster.

Have you ever solved a Rubik’s Cube? Nope. I’ve never really given it a real try either, I give up quite easily and quickly.

Who do you think is the easiest to talk to? It’s easier for me to talk to the void in surveys or on Twitter.

Would you consider yourself to be emo? I’ll always be emo.

Do you have a favourite metal band or do you not like metal? I’m not into metal, but lately the surveys I’ve been taking it’s clear that the creators sure are. It’s likely the same person.

What is your current desktop picture? Alexander Skarsgard.

Thick or thin blanket? I just use a throw blanket.

Who are your favorite bands? Idk man, I haven’t really been into much music lately. <<< Same. I have my favorites that have been my favorites forever and always will be, but I don’t have any new ones or any I’ve discovered recently.

How do you mark through your word search puzzles? I prefer to use a highlighter, but circling with a pen works.

Have you ever sewn something? No.

What did you eat for dinner last night? A Lean Cuisine microwave meal.

Ever been grounded? Yeah.

Have you seen all of the Jaws movies? I haven’t seen any of them.

When was the last time you played cards? (not on the computer) It’s been a few years.

Have you ever drank Cherry Coke? Yeah. That was one of my favorites when I was younger.

Have you ever had a black eye? No.

Have you ever eaten a bug? Never voluntarily, that’s for sure. I don’t want to think about the times I unknowingly have. *shivers*

Do you like pranking people? No.

Did you ever take a cooking class in school? No.

Do you celebrate St. Patrick’s Day? Nah. On that day my mom just makes corned beef and cabbage, mostly cause my dad loves it. I don’t care for it, though.

Do you use Skype? No.

Have you ever participated in local magazine cover girl searches? No.

Have you ever been called a skank/slut because of the way you dress? No.

Is your ex sexually attractive to you still? I haven’t seen him in like 5 years. He doesn’t post photos of himself on social media either so I honestly have no idea what he looks like now.

Describe the most romantic moment you’ve ever had. I don’t feel like it right now.

Have you ever cheated on a test? No.

Have you ever been to couple’s counseling? No.

How often does your employer ask you to work overtime? I don’t have a job.

Did you often read for fun when you were a kid? All the time. I’ve always loved to read.

When was the last time you were scared? I’ve been really stressed and nervous about some health related things.

What’s your favorite song by Rihanna? I like several of her songs. Can you speak binary? No. I know absolutely nothing about that.

Would you rather live somewhere that had hurricanes or tornadoes? Neither, thanks.

Have you ever had a pet that you disliked? No.

When was the last time you saw hail? It’s been several years, actually.

What is on your mind right this second: A lot of things.

Have you ever given a nickname to your pet(s)? Uh, yeah. Countless nicknames.

When was the last time you shaved your legs? It’s been awhile. Hair doesn’t really grow there for me, so.

Do you ever try free samples at the store? Not usually, but I have. Especially at Costco.

Do you like boys with long hair? My personal preference is short hair.

Do you like root beer? I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with Root Beer. I used to not like it at all, then I could tolerate it if that’s all there was and I wanted something, and then there have been times where I’ve actually wanted it and enjoyed it, so. *shrug* It was never a first choice, though.

What is the best fast food place, in your opinion? I’m gonna count Wingstop as fast food.

Do you have faith in yourself? No. :/

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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