#I NEED EVERYONE TO COME HERE AND APPLAUD THE TALENT COME ON

[missdarhk]

EVERYBODY SHOULD SEE THIS KAI FUCKING ATE THIS AND LEFT NO CRUMBS!!!

Hi! Remember that one time I posted a video of me singing the entirety of "We'll Be Fine"?

Here's a video of me singing a small chunk of "Odysseus"

No instrumental, BUT. I did add sound effects to make it less awkward. 👍🏽 @missdarhk

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

When i read the introducción to your Soulmate AU, i imagine a Reader as a profesional dancer, renowned in the human world, until word of her talent began to ears of demons, and she started to gain popularity among them as well.

She dedicated countless hours to practicing dance. Everyone thought it was simply because she was passionate about her career, but only Spirit, Pigsy, and Tang knew the truth. They knew she also danced to avoit thinking about her soulmates and, in a way, to find a new kind of love through her art, in the end, that was what made her stand out.

I pictured them attending the performance only because one of their sworn brothers had dragged them along. At the very least, they made sure to buy seats far from those disgusting mortals. With sneers and cruel words, they referred to the act of a human, until they felt that sudden tug in their chests.

"Is she here?."

From high above the crowd, they scanned the audience. It could be anyone.

The curtain opens and the lights come on.

And there she is.

Dressed in red, moving as delicacy as rose petals.

When the performance ended, everyone applauded in amazement. Reader simply bowed as the curtains closed.

Then she collapsed to her knees, clutching her chest, breathless.

They are here.

They saw me.

It had taken everything she had to ignore the pull in her chest and keep going with the performance. She knows they hate humans, so why they are here?

"I need to get out of here", she muttered, shuffing to her dressing room, feet aching. She need to leave with Spirit as soon as posible.

The Rose of the Stage

Sun Wukong sat beside his mate with an annoyed expression across his face. How on earth did his beloved, human hating mate actually agree to come to this… thing. He didn’t even know what it was called. Nor did he really care.

Still he was dressed in one of his better suits, a dark golden undershirt, with a black jacket with golden trim, black pants and shiny black shoes. Both his jacket and his shoes had a golden interior lining. On the back of his jacket was golden embroidery of a split monkey face, half him and half his mate. His golden hair was pushed back slightly from his claws coming through it and his claws were sharpened just for the day. Around his neck was a golden chain, on the end of it was a red and gold charm, a powerful staff artifact he had ‘acquired.’ And around his ring finger was a golden band, simple but carved with his mate’s name and enchanted with his mate’s magic.

He hated his sister in law’s snide remarks about his appearance when he didn’t put on his better clothing for big events. Though after finding out what they were doing today, he regretted wearing such nice clothing.

However he couldn’t deny that he liked seeing his mate dressed up like this. He decided to wear a dark purple undershirt with a black jacket as well. His own jacket also had an interior lining of gold. Each of his ears were pierced with simple golden rings. On his back was the same embroidered image as his own. His fur was also pushed back, bright white framing his face, and his dark purple flared mask. And around his neck was a small lantern, with a faint dark glow around it. His shadow lantern, something he had created long ago. But Wukong found himself turning his attention down to his wedding band, empowered with Wukong’s own magic.

“Stop moping brother, this is known as one of the best shows made by humans that is,” Princess Iron Fan spoke as she stared down at the stage from their balcony seats.

Wukong snapped out of his daydreaming and looked up at his mate who wore a grumpy scowl across his face. He was clearly no more interested with the performance before him than he was.

None of them wanted to be around the crowd that sat below them in rows of seats, all facing towards the center of the stage. The show was delayed, yet another thing that annoyed Wukong off. He found himself looking at his watch, this was supposed to last another hour. And it wasn’t as if they hadn’t seen a few of the mortals dance around the stage, there were several, not that they were all impressive.

“You say that as if we’ve seen something good,” Macaque responded smoothly as he glared down at the stage before turning his attention to his sharp claw like nails.

“There is only one more person, I’ve heard that she is a wonderful dancer. So much so that she has even been invited to my father’s next dinner. I wished to see if she is all that they’ve made her out to be,” Princess Iron Fan responded, her dark black gaze watching her brother carefully to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid.

Macaque rolled his eyes, that’s when it happened. His eyes, which closed for just a moment snapped open, and his whole body straightened. He could feel Wukong do the same next to him. The same feeling that he felt any time he was with his husband, the same feeling that brought him together with the love of his life. The same feeling that he never thought he would feel towards another.

SHE was here! He barely refrained from jumping to his feet, all while his eyes snapped around the crowd below. Who? Where? Why? She would surely leave any second, the moment she felt the pull, she was sure to turn and go the other way. They needed to find her! What was he thinking? They didn’t need her- As the thought came to mind the stage in front as the center light flickered to life.

Both his and Wukong’s world seemed to freeze. Wow. The bright golden light streamed down onto the stage to a figure who was sitting on the stage, head bowed and her hands stretched out before her.

Lifting your head, you moved with an elegant grace. There was gold on you wrists, and the hem of your dress seemed to shimmer like gold as you twirled around the stage. He could almost feel the wound on his neck pulse, his eyes staring in shock at the lavender flower that decorated your neck. Or the gorgeous sunflower that decorated your arm, the same place a bullet grazed Wukong earlier that day.

“Who- Who is that?” Wukong barely muttered, jaw mostly dropped in shock at the woman before them, he wanted to be closer. Mortals be damned, he wanted the front row, he wanted to be the ONLY row.

“Hmm? This is the Rose of the Stage, Reader,” Princess Iron Fan responded, her eyes turning to her brother and her brother in law with slightly narrowed eyes. Their reactions were… strange.

Macaque’s hand suddenly grasped his husband’s wrist, both to stop his mate from jumping over the railing and to calm himself. He needed to think clearly, damn that dress hugged your curves. It made you look like a rose, gold and red a perfect combination on you. Your hair styled up in a beautiful updo that didn’t seem to come undone even with all of your swift, beautiful movements.

They had said they wouldn’t search for you, they didn’t need to. They had each other, they didn’t need you and they knew that you didn’t want them. Why try to chase someone who had such clear distain for them even when you didn’t know them. Blood trickled down his lip as his claws bit into his mate’s wrist, not that his mate seemed to notice. His eyes snapped to your wrist and he watched as another flower bloomed across your skin. Even as the feeling was sure to catch your attention, your graceful movements never wavered.

“That’s her,” Macaque found himself muttering as he stared down at you.

Wukong didn’t respond, not at first. “Yeah, that’s her.”

A thought dawned on Macaque as he stared down at the beautiful woman who had already captured his mate’s and his own attention. Their soulmate who had been pushing them away… was mortal? He wanted to throw up, the woman who had quite literally haunted many of their dreams, was a mortal human. He should hate that, he should reject her just for being- you were so graceful, and so calm. Oh how he wanted to be closer to you.

Human be damned, Wukong could work with that. His eyes wide and almost wild as there was a rose thrown onto the stage. His eyes snapping to the man who threw it, dark and dangerous feelings bubbled in his chest. Eyes darkening at the very thought of her accepting such a thing. Soon more roses were tossed up onto the stage as you ended your performance. With that the curtains fell close in front of you, and you vanished behind them.

“Now what was with your reactions?” PIF asked, turning her head towards her brother.

She wasn’t graced with a response as Macaque stood up, all but dragging his mate behind him as he stormed out for the balcony. Their backs were followed by his sister’s eyes, but she didn’t stop them, merely narrowing her eyes as she tried to think of what could have possibly made those two react in such a way.

>>>

The curtains fell in front of you, and you all but collapsed. Your knees hit the ground and you slammed your hands into your chest, trying to stop the harsh tugging that had started at the beginning of the show. They were here, somewhere. Those two were here, why the hell were they here!?

You clenched your hand to your chest hard, it had taken absolutely everything in you not to look around, not to find the other fragments of your shared soul. As you finally caught your breath you were on your already sore feet in a matter of moments, and running off of the stage, back to your dressing room. Right passed Spirit who called after you and followed closely behind until you were back in the safety of the small space you had used just an hour before cheerfully.

“They’re here. My soulmates are here,” You muttered and immediately your friend went to grab your belongings, not wasting a moment of time.

It was fine, everything was fine. It’s not like they would actually look for you. You told yourself this several times before opening the door to leave and freezing in your tracks. Two sets of glowing eyes staring back at you with shock. So you did the only logical thing that came to mind, you slammed the door hard in their faces.

[grandline-fics]

hello…may i request mihawk, law, and sanji with a reader thats a famous pianist? please and thank you! hope you have a good day :)

DESCRIPTION: You’re a famous pianist

WARNINGS:  none

CHARACTERS: Mihawk, Sanji

WORDS: 1,197

A/N: Thank you for the request! Sadly I couldn't think of a good scenario for Law so hopefully you're happy with what I managed to come up with for the other two.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST

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MIHAWK

Mihawk found himself standing in a lavish banquet hall, his expression impassive but his eyes remained sharp as he observed the whole ridiculous scenes of disguised conversations, ass-kissing, and not-so secret dealings. Just a typical function though none of it held his interest he was only here for you. Your name was considered one of if not the greatest pianist in the world. He’d heard your music in his travels but it was only ever through speakers and projected on screens. To see you perform in person was one of his greatest ambitions. 

Yet somehow you were annoyingly evasive regardless of how vast your fame reached. In one regard he could applaud your need for privacy and being reclusive but when it messed with his own selfishness his feelings became conflicted. So when he finally heard you’d be preforming at a royal gala he made it his mission to be there. Even if it meant he was currently having to endure the current tedium, the reward made it all worthwhile so now he just had to wait. 

Finally the doors opened and the obnoxiously loud chatter abruptly ended as you entered the room and sat at the gleaming piano. You’d paid no mind to the crowd already enchanted by your presence with practiced poise and when your fingers defy began to play Mihawk felt everyone take a collected breath, himself included. As much as Mihawk had found enjoyment in the projections and records of your playing in the past he found that by comparison to the real thing they all but spat in the face of your talent. 

At the end of the performance and the thunderous applause sounded you began to detach yourself from the situation, having no ties to the king of the island or his guests but paused when you met the intense golden stare of someone you truly hadn’t expected to be in attendance. Instead of making your usual quick exit you found yourself walking towards the swordsman. “Well I wasn’t expecting to see you here. If you’re here to kill someone for a bounty could you wait until I’m paid first?” you asked playfully. 

Mihawk smirked, pleasantly surprised that you seemed calm in his presence when most tended to shy away from him which was how he preferred it most of the time. It seemed your ability to charm people wasn’t confined to just when you were sat at the piano, even speaking to you had him captivated. “I promise my being here is for anything but business. I had an opportunity to finally see you perform and only a fool would pass up a chance.”

Surprise lit your eyes at the revelation and a smile graced your lips, genuinely touched that someone like the notorious marine hunter and warlord of the sea would be a fan of your music. “I hope I didn’t disappoint your expectations.”

“My dear, the only disappointment I felt was that I couldn’t hear more.” He told you smoothly before offering to get you a drink. If he had to cut talking to you short, it would be a second disappointment of the evening. Thankfully you didn’t seem to be in any rush to leave just yet.

SANJI

The first time Sanji met you was the day before the opening of the Baratie. After spending so much time with Zeff in making this restaurant a reality he was a bundle of nerves and excitement to see it all finally complete. The older chef however was calm and collected which only annoyed Sanji further. As the two were about to launch into an argument a small knock sounded and Zeff immediately grinned, the final piece to make the opening one to remember had arrived just in time. The door opened and Sanji frowned to see two unknown adults enter, not getting why they would make Zeff’s demeanour change to become pleasant for once. Then he saw you poke your head out from behind the legs of one of the adults. You were around his age, maybe a little shorter but you looked around the restaurant with silent appreciation. Then you spotted the piano and your shyness immediately disappeared and you hurried over to inspect it. 

While the adults talked, Sanji followed you and watched carefully; he was protective of everything in the restaurant, even if it was over the stupid piano that Zeff insisted was a necessary purchase. The last thing he wanted was some kid wrecking it before the opening. His eyes narrowed when you climbed onto the seat and reached forward to touch the shining keys and he caught your hand to stop you. “It’s not a toy.” He warned. The two of you glared at each other and you sharply pulled your hand out of his grip. Swiftly you began to play, effectively shutting Sanji up with the skill coming from your small fingers and the tune it created was one he’d never forget. 

After that rocky start you and Sanji slowly began to warm to each other. Over the years as your reputation grew as a world class pianist and his grew as a world class chef you still found time to stop by the Baratie to visit, never forgetting where your big break came from. You still stopped by your favourite restaurant when Sanji joined the Strawhat crew and your visits seemed to stop. At that same time your fame skyrocketed too, taking you further into the New World with many concerts and performances to keep you occupied.

One day while Sanji walked through a new town to stock up on supplies for the ship he came to an abrupt halt to see your face and name on a poster. Excitement flooded him to see you were here on the island at the same time as him and you were due to play at a local theatre that evening. Knowing you, you’d already be there and practicing. Not wanting to risk missing the chance at a reunion after so many years he set off for the theatre, his task of food shopping forgotten.  

His skills as a pirate allowed him to sneak into the theatre from one of the side entrances and he smiled in satisfaction to hear the faint sound of music drifting down the empty hallways, glad that his hunch was right. As quietly as he could, Sanji made it to the wings of the stage and watched you with a growing smile. You’d truly honed your skills as finely as he’d refined his abilities as a chef until the most complicated task-performing or cooking- appeared effortless. When you finished the song, Sanji applauded you, grinning to see you look up at him in surprise and joy. Quickly you got up and hurried over. “About time you showed up, I’m starving.”

“Oh really? In that case, come back to the ship with me and I’ll make you the best meal of your life. Least I could do since after getting to hear you play again.”

“Well how could I say no to that?” You grinned while hooking your arm through his and let him lead the way.

[itsnevercasual]

💿💿🙏✨

Harry supports director!yn as she becomes the first woman to make a billion dollar movie for ‘Barbie’.

this is actually such a cute ask omg… also i got a bit carried away so she’s a bit long😭

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you were dressed in a hot pink silk gown, with shoes equally as bright. you probably would have not worn something so.. eye-killing, if everybody else in your— harry’s, technically, but your name would be on the lease soon, house.

you were young for your field. twenty six— but still.. young. you’d made the biggest movie of the summer, and now.. ever. the barbie movie, starring margot robbie and ryan gosling. (and yes, you did shed a few tears before you met them. so what?)

when you found out through a very excited text from your mom that barbie was the first woman-directed movie to make a billion dollars, you broke down sobbing. harry, who was in bed next to you, held you and insisted you have a party to celebrate.

hence, house full of pink. most of them were cast members— you’d already chatted with margot for quite a while, but some of them were family and friends.

you could see harry’s sister, gemma, through the sea of people, but no harry.

an arm slowly comes to rest on your shoulder, and before you can panic, a familiar scent filters through your nose. harry’s perfume.

you turn to him with a grin, “hey, you. i was just lookin’ for you.”

he matches your expression, “i was puttin’ together some last minute things.”

you met harry before his live on tour show in london. you were on the way, and then your car broke down, and you sobbed on the side of the road until someone pulled up next to you and asked if you needed a lift. it was harry, and as mortified as you were, you still accepted and even met with him the next day.

you’d been dating for about five years, at this point.

“what things?”

“this,” he states, grabbing a champgne glass and a knife with a grin.

before you can question him, he clinks the knife and glass against each other until he has the whole rooms attention.

“as you all.. hopefully know, we are here to celebrate my amazing girlfriend, and the cast and crew, of making the first billion-dollar movie directed by a woman.”

you blush as everyone applauds.

“y/n, you are such a talented, amazing, gorgeous woman, and i cannot wait to see what other amazing films you make. i am incredibly lucky and thankful to call you my girlfriend. i could not think of anyone more deserving of this. i love you.”

you could nearly cry as he finishes his speech with a light peck on your lips.

“but as much as i love calling you my girlfriend..” he passes off the champagne and knife to someone as he lowers down. your jaw drops, already knowing what he’s doing. “i would love it even more if i could call you my wife.”

everyone in the room screams, gasps, and cheers. you cover your mouth with a hand as tears fill your waterline.

harry pulls out a velvet case and opens it, revealing a dainty diamond ring— he knew you hated over-the-top ones.

not trusting your words, you start nodding as the tears begin to spill.

“yeah?” he asks with a smile.

“yes! oh, my god! you’re fucking— yes!”

he stands up and pulls you into a kiss, and when he pulls away, he turns back to the room, “my fiancée is the first woman to make a billion dollar film!”

[3416]

The media and the fans are weird because it’s not like the Maple Leafs had a better track record than this team in terms of playoff performance… It’s been since the 60s that this organization hasn’t been able to advance very far towards the cup. To me, using rational reasoning, while surely coaches, teams and players do have accountability for the performance, I would think theirs is some kind of external obstacle? If the so many teams have not been able to get close to a final even after team changes or coaches or GM, I am looking within the organization… the owners or something with the market itself. Idk 🤷‍♀️

seriously though, lol. personally, i think just the nature of the sport and luck plays a part in that drought and eventually the cup will be in toronto again and realistic people know that. the cup has also gotten harder to win over time with the addition of tons of teams and the natural progression of talent but right now is literally the most talented group of leafs that has ever existed so what are we doing.... fbdndndj like your best chance to win the cup will not be to get worse. the organization lost a lot of tone-setting negotiations at the beginning of these guys careers and like paying jt as much as they did was also an l (i get he "took less to come here" which makes him look better to toronto fans who were not used to seasoned talent wanting to be there ((but there's no problem right ? lol)) and he is consistent but it's still an overpay lol), and no one's really like..... left money on the table, lol. none of them. but i don't really care about that bc frankly no gm has done a great job building around them. treliving has some hits and some misses, but i think everyone applauding his hits forgets he also was willing to overpay domi, kampf, reaves. signed weird ass contracts like hakanpaa, signed carlo and laughton at the deadline who were two of our worst players in the playoffs statistically. like he's not a savant and he built mid ass teams elsewhere too. i would not trust him to spend as much money as the leafs could potentially have on ufas who are also going to get overpaid and be in bidding wars with multiple teams.

sorry your ask wasn't even about all that but i do think there are external elements that make it harder to build a winning team in toronto on top of the contracts. i'm not saying it's the sole reason or that they never will win bc i think this core can and i hope to get to see them try for a long time more, but like idk how you can be uber emotional over people "choosing" toronto and then turn around and say there arent lots of guys who don't want to be here and that can make it harder to build a team too. like it's part of the reason why you're emotional... you never hear people choose it and love it and all of our core guys have? so weird to me to not acknowledge that. it's not like the players use it as an excuse ever or say horrible shit about the pressure... they don't even though they could, lol. it's a double edged sword, and lots of them have felt the positive and negative effects of it.

anyway this is also why everyone feels the need to make up shit about fake curses. they can't sit with the reality that it's a hard trophy to win, but a cup drought that long isn't some mystery in a league that now has 32 teams and more potential growth. it's harder to win. also i'm sorry but like... there are close droughts too..... the buffalo sabres have never won the cup in franchise history but were established in 1970 like hello?? leafs aren't specifically cursed, sorry. it just doesn't help that every player that comes in has the expectation built up and placed on them like theyre directly responsible for a history most of them prob dgaf about lol.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias - The Award Epilogue

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

Thank you to everyone who read this story! <33

Kiera Reed, upcoming superstar, the new it girl, multi Grammy Award winner…or so she wants to be. Realizing that the music industry has little to do with talent and a lot to do with status, Kiera is willing to do it all to give her music the recognition it deserves. Even if that means fake dating the stubborn, inconsiderate and undeniably arrogant football player, Ruben Dias. It is through lies, schemes and hurt that the "couple" comes to know each other. But through passion, love and sacrifice Kiera and Ruben go through lengths to help each other achieve their dreams.

Enjoy! ✨️

"Where is Ruben?" Kiera shifted in her seat, peering over the many heads of the well dressed crowd, Ruben, nowhere to be found amongst them. She was seated up front with the other nominees. To think that only a year ago, at the exact same event, she was unheard of and only wanted backstage to help present the awards.

"Where is Ruben?" She repeated anxiously.

"There's probably a line in the bathroom." Angie said, placing a comforting hand in Kiera's lap. Beside her cousin sat Kiera's new manager and publicist, Frank. A veteran in the business, who had worked with the likes of Rihanna and Alicia Keys. He was hired solemnly to do his job promoting Kiera's music career, nothing about her private life. 

Frank nodded his head, agreeing with Angie, "Ruben's coming darling, you know that he wouldn't miss this moment for the world."

Kiera crumbled in her seat, forcing herself to trust her team. It was nice to have them by her side for support, but the person that she really wanted to console her right now was nowhere to be found. 

Attending the EMA's had been a challenge initself. But after a year of musically tapping into her old roots, Kiera had decided to give the industry a new chance by putting out a new album. However, none of it would have happened without the support of her family and Ruben. Ruben who faced his own challenge throughout the year. But together they stuck it out and fell more and more in love while doing so. That's why Kiera needed him here, not in the line to the man's bathroom. 

"Ladies and gentleman….." A voice overhead announced. "To present the award for Best Album we welcome to the stage football superstar and humanitarian, Ruben Dias!"

A wave of applause flooded the room and walking out on the stage was Ruben, dressed in a suit and tie, a golden envelope clutched in his hand.  "Good evening everyone."  Kiera clutched her pearls as Ruben, with a stiff walk, approached the pedestal in the middle of the stage. The spotlights panned to his face, handsome and newly shaved.  "It's an honor for me to present this award for Best Album, since I personally know how much time and effort it takes to create such a large body of work."

A million thoughts raced through Kiera's mind. But a tap on her shoulder quickly pulled her out of the initial shock.

"I found him." Angie winked.

"You knew?" Kiera gasped. "You both knew!"

Angie and Frank chuckled softly, shifting their attention back to the stage, to Ruben.

"And tonight the award for Best Album goes to...." He held up the golden envelope, careful to open it. Once he did Kiera's heart was in her throat, seemingly because Ruben was looking right at her, smiling blissfully. "Kiera Reed for her latest album 'Kiera Undetected'."

Everyone rose to their feet, applauding her. Kiera shifted nervously. Not sure what to do.

"Get up!" Angie hissed. 

"Don't trip." Frank advised, smoothing out Kiera's dress as she stood from her seat. 

A set of stairs stood in the way of her and the stage, and waiting on top of them was Ruben, ready to hand over her award. 

She didn't rush, mainly because at that moment the fear of falling was at an all time high. Still, courage derived from the crowd that remained on their feet, applauding her. Halfway up the stairs, Kiera lifted her dress and made a run for her award. An award she had longed for all her life. An award she very much would enjoy and deserved.

"Congratulations baby." Ruben smiled, welcoming her on stage by stretching her the oddly shaped piece of metal. Because that's all it was, an oddly shaped piece of scrap metal. Kiera was here for the true award, Ruben.

The crowd gasped joyously as they watched Kiera run into his arms. Ruben was so startled that he stumbled backwards two steps before returning the embrace.

"I love you so much!" She mumbled into the pit of his arms. 

Ruben's laughter was soft in her ear. "I love you too, baby. Congratulations." She peered up at him and saw the earnestness in his eyes. Through his eyes, and the way they adored her, Kiera realized that their love, pure and strong, would last them a lifetime.

Hand in hand, the couple walked off the stage ready to live their days together, happily ever after.

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

[queen-rainy-love]

Wouldn’t it be funny if there was a talent show, but it’s Cookies you wouldn’t expect to have that kind of talent?  Btw the judges are Pastry, Latte, Gingerbrave, and PV just cause.

Like, Rye and Chili Pepper aerial dancing together. Financier singing opera, and breaking a glass (everyone is crying—it’s beautiful). Crunchy playing a clarinet on a tricycle on a tight rope. Sparkling juggling glass cups, MC’s violin, Herb’s plant he holds, an axe, and Vampire (bat form) as he dodges balls being thrown at him (it’s Gumball throwing it). Princess & Knight are doing archery blindedfolded with Clover on the target, surprisingly calm…and the arrows are on fire. Everyone is shocked and the judges are excited and applauding! The Cookies who participated all bowed and smile.

Interesting. But I think reactions would be funnier. This is going to be fun.

*The scene is set in the Cookie Kingdom where Cookies were gathering around. Red Velvet, Madeleine, Clotted Cream, Lilybell, Royal Margarine, Cream Puff, and Custard III were part of the crowd.*

Red Velvet: I can't believe you brought me here.

Madeleine: Oh come on. You need a break from your...*looks around* little side job. Plus we're here to be supportive.

Clotted Cream: That's correct. Many of our friends and family are here. It's only right that we're here.

Lilybell: Plus, some of us have never really seen a talent show. So it would be an experience.

Royal Margarine: And we can go get some donuts after this.

Red Velvet: ...Fine...

*The show started and to say it was interesting...would be an understatement.*

*Rye and Chili Pepper*

Custard III: Woah! Look at that!

Lilybell: It's beautiful!

Madeleine: Huh. Didn't think Rye and Chili Pepper could get along long enough to do an aerial dance.

Clotted Cream: It is impressive.

Red Velvet: ...Ten coins say one of them drops the other.

Clotted Cream: Velvet!

Royal Margarine: I'll take that bet.

*Financier*

Red Velvet: Would it be wrong to say-

Clotted Cream: Yes.

Royal Margarine: When did she learn to sing opera?

Madeleine: She's Financier. She can do it.

*Crunchy Chip*

Royal Margarine: I won't lie. That is impressive.

Clotted Cream: How did he get that tricycle up there? And how did he keep it on the tightrope?

Red Velvet: Don't know. It's just good to know that there's a bike small enough for him. I just don't know where he learned to play the clarinet.

*Sparkling*

Cream Puff: Wow! That's amazing!

Madeleine: How does he-

Red Velvet: He's a bartender. He's most likely gotten stuff thrown at him before and he's picked up juggling as a show trick. I will give him points tho. I've seen Vampire's flying. He's good.

Lilybell: I would like to see more of that talent.

Madeleine: Not for another three years.

*Princess, Knight, and Clover*

Cream Puff: Look! It's Clover and Knight! Princess too!

Lilybell: They're doing archery!

Custard III: And Clover is putting a jellyberry on his head.

Royal Margarine: Ah! The traditional jellyberry trick. It is usually quite an impressive...um...Why is Princess and Knight putting on blindfolds?

Madeleine:...They wouldn't...

Clotted Cream: They would. And...is that Capsaicin onstage?

Red Velvet: Yeah. What is he...*eyes widen* Is he lighting the freaking arrows?

Madeleine: By the Divine Light, he is.

Red Velvet: ...They're all in trouble.

[metaphoricgibberish]

i mean this in the best possible way... never before should i have heeded TWs as much as i should have for THC :') i usually have that on lock but the way this series has fucked me up. don't mind me! i'm just huddled over here in a fetal position repeating 'it is only fiction' to myself lol i'm not sure how to even put it since it is all there in the writing, but you beautifully portray the thing of two troubled people being each other's salvation, expertly capture how it feels right and perfect in their bubble but also the underlying feeling of it being fraught and fragile and unsustainable... the way violet is taking me back is too real and immediate! so i seriously applaud your writing for allowing me to time travel to a previous moment in my own life which i thought now existed only conceptually in my mind lmao i hope this does not sound whiny because i do mean it in the best possible way and this is what my favorite writing does! aka bring on the pain! i'm so glad to have come across this series. based on personal experience (i didn't fuck my therapist, only relied on a man to give me what i had to give myself) i think there is only way this can end and that MAY kill me to read! i'll definitely feel dead inside for a minute. so i have many feelings rn and i'm with the anon who wants the security blanket of HEA. but thank you for sharing your work. i found you this week. i'm so excited to dive into your other series, your writing is truly top tier and you're so talented and this rivals some of my favorite novels <3

hello my dear!!

thank you so so very much for your kind words, i'm reading this right after a rather grueling therapy session (LMAO we just can't escape the therapists rn can we?) and i needed this!

i could not write violet without relating to her in a really deep and disturbing way, so i completely understand. she is a little snippet of me at 18 and 19 and 20, and i feel for everyone who relates to her, or sees pieces of themselves in her. in a way-- even though she is out of her mind-- she's almost like a love letter to my former self. it's a comfort to me that others can relate to her as well.

i really, really wanted to promise you all a HEA. when i first drafted this story months ago, the ending was entirely different than what i have planned now, but as I started writing, i knew it would be a disservice to the characters and to the messages i'm trying to convey if i were to wrap it up tight with a pretty bow and leave the characters without some kind of consequence.

i've already said too much lol, so i'll stop here, but thank you again for reading and being so kind. i hope you enjoy the last two chapters despite the pain they might inflict. i appreciate you so very much 🖤

[sorceresssundries]

I just want to say how much I've been enjoying your poetry!!! It's beautiful.

I've always wanted to try poetry but it doesn't seem to come easily. Do you have any advice?

Well, this is exceptionally kind!

I'll try my best to help, but please bear in mind I'm not an expert or a professional and there is an endless amount of beautiful poetry out there to explore, written by people with more talent than I can even dream of.

I'll offer what I can, but I think creativity is pretty unique to everyone.

I'll put it under a 'Read More', so that people can just skip by if they want.

Here are some tips I can think of:

Read poetry that makes you feel something, even if you're not really sure what the feeling is. Like with all art, doesn't matter how applauded or celebrated it is, if it doesn't move you that doesn't mean you won't be moved. Just means you need to be moved in a different way. Some poets I love to read are: Pablo Neruda, Mary Oliver, Anne Sexton, Emily Dickinson - but like I said, find what moves you and settle into it. I cried at Dr.Seuss last week.

Music - listen to your favourite moody, angsty, uplifting, lyrically charged music. The rhythm of poetry is often as important as the words, and music will help find your rhythm. I have a playlist for when i'm writing, which I won't share because everyone's taste is different, but while writing yesterday's poem I listened to No Distance Left to Run by Blur and it wrecked me.

Speaking of rhythm - read your poetry out loud to yourself. Like plays are meant to be performed, poetry is meant to be spoken. This really helps me to know whether it sounds the way I want it to.

Structure - there aren't any rules! Don't get bogged down in rhyme schemes, iambic pentameters, or any of that nonsense. A lot of poets play around with punctuation, alignment, typeface because there aren't set rules. This is all yours, do what you want with it. Sometimes writing in a strict structure like a Haiku, or Sonnet, is good practice because it forces you to be clear and concise. I like to do this if I have something I want to say, but it gets away from me and I can't mould it's shape the way I would like to.

A poem can be a single line. Don't drag things out because you think it ought to be longer, this dilutes your message.

Decide what you want to say, and get that down first. Mess around with it after. I'm not sure how everyone does it, but poetry certainly doesn't just spill out of my head and onto the paper. It's crafted, not birthed. I get a basic idea down, and then develop a couple of lines I like, work around that, let it sit, go back to it, read it out loud, repeat, until i'm happy with it. That may not be how it works for you, but enjoy playing with it.

The beauty of poetry is that it's deeply personal, yet universal. Write what you want, however you want to and I guarantee it will touch someone, somewhere who has also felt that way.

Be brave! You've got this! You have a voice worth hearing! I felt like a completer wanker the first time I shared any poetry. Poetry is self-indulgent, but fucking indulge in it! Savour and share it!

If you want to chat privately then let's do that! I'm just an internet twat who writes poetry in the voice of a fictional wizard, but hey! If that's someone you want to chat with, then my tower is open to you.

I hope to hear your poetry soon, friend. <3

[venusdian]

S1 | Shades of Brown

0. Prologue

[Spring 2032 – Shades of Brown’s Final interview]

“Welcome to Hot Atlanta 98.7! Today, we have some lovely talent in this building. They’ve been hailed as this generation of the lovely trio known as TLC with vocals of En Vogue and harmonies of SWV but have the Swagger of Xscape. Their second album, Bronze Goddess, is now considered a diamond-certified Album, and their upcoming album has already stemmed two #1 hits and is still charting today! We Have Luna, Ryn, and Venus, and they are…”

“Shades of Brown!” The girls happily announced through the middle microphone. The radio host pressed a button that played a recording of people applauding.

“We are glad to have you this morning! I know, with your hectic schedule, you didn’t have much time to stop by.” Romeo graciously states.

“No! We always have to stop by here! You were the first people to really believe in us.” Venus notes appreciatively.

“How could we not?—” Nautica, the co-host pauses as she reminisces.

“I remember the first time you guys came on here. The CEO of Atomix Records, Shaudae Jenkins, who is my cousin, begged me to allow you guys on air. We had just interviewed PD3, and PD3 had already had our co-sign, but she was like, we needed to hear you girls out. You write and produce your own records, right?” Ryn hums and nods.

“And you also do your own harmonies, and she was persistent that you guys were better than PD3. Which, we didn’t believe at the time, but you definitely proved us wrong. You dropped hit after hit and won several awards, including two Album of the Year awards for your debut and sophomore album. How does it feel?” Luna softly sighs.

“It feels great… Honestly, when I made this group at the age of twelve, I always dreamed we would be big, but I didn’t expect it to be this successful.”

“Yeah, We just wanted a little fame, nothing too crazy, but now three albums deep, we’re considered legends and Icons by our peers. Which is an amazing feeling,” Ryn adds.

“Now, Rumor has it, this final album, “The Unholy Trinity” is your last album together, is that true?” The girls hesitantly looked at each other before Venus let out a soft sigh.

“So, the rumor is true. This album will be our last album as a trio.” The female host gasped.

“You heard it here first! Their third album will be their last album as a trio.”

“So, tell me, why album 3?” Romeo interjects.

“Well, when I joined the group at the time, I never expected to take off as well as it did. Honestly, I ain’t really built for this fame shit. I made enough money from other projects and sponsorships. That I can happily retire with my husband and kids.” Nautica gasped, smiling.

“That is right! You ended up marrying the Oscar-winning actor, Tylas Winter, and just recently gave birth to twins,” Venus chuckles.

“Not recently. The twins are about to be four.” Nautica’s eyes widen.

“Has it been that long?!” Venus chuckles, nodding.

“Yeah, that’s why this final album has taken so long to be released. Between my personal life, Ryn being booked to do other musical projects, and Luna hosting gigs for reality shows, we have all just been doing our own thing, prolonging the final album, but it’s also since we decided this would be our final album as a trio, we really wanna put out a great body of work that can last the fans until we decide to reunite again as a trio.”

“So, is everyone going their separate ways?” Romeo asks, piggybacking on Venus’ previous statement.

“So, no. Ryn and I are still gunna do Shades of Brown and maybe release songs as a Duo. But Venus is out of the game, and we respect her decision. We fulfilled our contract with Atomix Records, and now, we will sign on as a duo until Venus feels ready to come back to the music scene.”

“So, you’re not replacing Venus?”

“Oh, God no! Nobody can be replaced…”

“We’re destined to be together.”

“We rose together.”

“And we shined together.”

“Nobody… I mean nobody! Can replace anyone from the unholy trinity.”

[lords-of-mayhem]

i'm just gonna dump my thoughts onto your blog here cause you're really interesting: a big part of the reason why loc has stuck with me even though i've only watched it one and a half times is because cetain scenes made me deeply uncomfortable, which is good! i like being made uncomfortable. but it's a little surprising cause i have seen some shit, and yet this little film gave me two murder scenes that made me need to get up and walk around for a few minutes, squirm in my seat, want to constantly look away, all of that. and i really applaud it for doing that, i just don't really understand how that effect was achieved, of making it all seem so strangely personal to the viewer (or maybe just me, idk). faust's murder scene changed a little something in me.

I completely agree with you on that, anon.

My personal thoughts on how it was achieved was the fact they make the contrasts so extreme. LOC did a really good job of showing that at the end of the day, these were kids. Faust was 18 years old at the time, he'd been an adult for four months.

And LOC does a really good job of tapping into that.

They don't ever portray any of them as these completely heartless villains. They show them laughing with their friends, drinking, going to parties, watching movies, listening to music, talking in diners.

When you take away this aspect of "this person is bad, they're evil and heartless" and replace it with "this was a young person just like you (either currently or in the past), this is someone you might hang out with (or might have in the past" amplifies the brutality of it.

It's easy for us to emotionally disengage from a person/character when we can put them into the "bad person" box and say, "well that's nothing like me or anyone I know."

LOC did a really good job of reiterating the fact that these are people.

There's also contrasts in the scene of Pelle at the show and him in the diner after. The show is dark and chaotic, everyone is having fun, it keeps cutting away from him and showing the audience. But when we see the actual damage done, it's very bright and not as stylized. Pelle's quiet and very visibly not doing well.

I think the quality of acting really makes the difference in some cases too. The impact of Varg murdering Euronymous comes a lot (at least to me) from how talented Emory and Rory are. They really captured the tension, the desperation, the conflict that made the scene a lot more impacting. (Although, I wish they'd stuck more to what "actually" happened, but that's separate.)

With the Faust scene, I also think how long and drawn out it is adds to the uneasiness of the scene. From the first second they see each other to the very end of the scene, it's almost five whole minutes. Plus there's a lot of tense buildup to the actual murder.

And once it starts, it doesn't really cut away. It shows you everything and in a pretty "real" way. It's not effortless like it is in some movies. (Thinking specifically about Faust getting shoved away, losing his knife, etc. and having to come back.) I also think the shot of him towards the end is so haunting. I can't explain exactly what it is about it, but it's impactful to me.

[dream-meister-translations]

THE TALE OF FOOD

DOUZHI - STORY #1

NOTE : These translations are done using the SG/MY version of the game, we apologize for any inconsistencies that may come with the official English release.

━

??? : Hey, what are you hesitating for? This is a fantastic opportunity! 

??? : Really!? Do you think the young Master will come to see it too? Will they praise me? 

??? : Don't get ahead of yourself. 

While searching for any sign of Douzhi, I heard the loud sound of drums in the Kongsang Square. Thinking that it must have been him, I headed over to check it out.

DOUZHI : Welcome, everyone! Today I bring you a rare opportunity to fulfill your every dream! 

A stage has been built in the square, Douzhi is standing in the center of it, banging on his drum as he speaks to the crowd over a microphone. Speakers blaring his voice for all to hear. There is a massive, colorful mural behind him that invokes a feeling of excitement. With another thrum of the drum, he continues his speech...

DOUZHI : Have you ever felt lost? Have you ever been unable to find ambition and direction? 

The crowd subconsciously nods along. 

DOUZHI : Then don't be afraid! Look here!

He points to the large mural. The words painted across it say : "Kongsang : Let your dreams soar; Douzhi has the power to set you free!" 

DOUZHI : Kangsang! Allow my theater troupe to show you what it means to be alive! You will never be lost again! I will show you the way!

HAR-GOW : Woah! So impressive! 

FOUR-JOY MEATBALLS : Master Douzhi! I have decided! 

-

OPTION 1 : Decided what? HAR-GOW : Ah~ Young master! You're here. Master Douzhi is introducing his theater troupe to us!  FOUR-JOY MEATBALLS : Yes, I've decided to join Master Douzhi's troupe. He said I'll be able to dance on the biggest stage and Har-Gow is going to sing! 

-

OPTION 2 : What are you guys doing? FOUR-JOY MEATBALLS : We're listening to Master Douzhi's lecture!  HAR-GOW : Master Douzhi is truly amazing! He set up a Theater Troupe 101 class here in Kongsang. He even said that I have great potential and can sing on the biggest stage in the world! 

-

Upon hearing their excitement, Douzhi becomes somehow more energetic than before, speaking even louder. 

DOUZHI : Those with time, come and see! Those without, make time! After listening to my words, success will no longer be unreachable!

The audience erupts in applause. 

-

OPTION 1 : Drag Douzhi off the stage.  DOUZHI : Ow! Hey! Hey! What are you doing!? I know you're eager to join my theater troupe, but can't we talk about it later? 

-

OPTION 2 : Shout loudly to make Douzhi stop. DOUZHI : Alright, I heard you! Sheesh. With a voice that loud, you wouldn't even need a microphone. It's a pity you're not joining me in my speech!  DOUZHI : Let me schedule our next meeting first! 

-

DOUZHI : Sorry, everyone! I have something to attend to today, our next class will be scheduled for Thursday at three! 

-

DOUZHI : What is this? You interrupted my speech because you got tickets to watch a theater troupe perform and you want to take me? I see! Then I gladly accept your invitation! It will also be a good opportunity to scout for new talents!

DOUZHI : Hmmm...The name on this ticket sounds familiar...Anyway, let's go. 

-

DOUZHI : Excuse me. Do you know what play the theater troupe will be performing today?

AUDIENCE MEMBER : It's a signature play of the troupe, it's called the "Douzhi Chronicles." It's my first time watching so please keep quiet, the play is starting! 

The plot of "Douzhi Chronicles," is a bit boring, but the actors on stage still manage to captivate the audience with their talents. On the small stage, a roller coaster of love and hatred unfolds. 

The play ends and everyone stands to their feet and applauds. To top it all off, the servers bring out a bowl of Douzhi for all of the patrons.

AUDIENCE MEMBER : Wow! I didn't expect them to also serve Douzhi! That's a neat touch. I heard it's a traditional dish that their leader loves. Hm. It's pretty good. What about you, do you like it? 

DOUZHI : Of course, I love it! I didn't expect them to serve one of my favorite dishes! Here, let's have a drink too! 

-

Returning to Kongsang, I noticed that something about Douzhi's expression seemed...off. It was like he was lost in deep thought.

-

OPTION 1 : Douzhi, are you okay...? DOUZHI : O-Of course! I'm fine! No, not just fine, I'm doing great! In fact, genius that I am, has come up with a fantastic new idea! Just you wait and see!

-

OPTION 2 : Douzhi, what did you think of the play? DOUZHI : It was great! Not only great, but it also gave me a fantastic idea! 

-

After saying this, he offered a swift bow before rushing back to his room for the night. 

-

In the pitch-black morning, before the sun had even risen, someone vigorously knocked at my door. Yanking me from deep slumber. I let out a sigh and go to answer the door. Only to See Douzhi standing there.

DOUZHI : Hardworking people chase the sunrise at six in the morning. Only a lazy loser would lie in bed all day. Were you already awake?

-

OPTION 1 : Yes.  DOUZHI : Good! That is to be expected of the young Master of Kongsang! 

-

OPTION 2 : Guess I'm just a lazy loser... DOUZHI : ....? DOUZHI : You're always slacking off Master.

-

DOUZHI : Anyway, I came straight to you as soon as I finished working on my idea! It took all night but it's genius! 

He pulls out a thick book, the binding and pages have been sewn together with a needle and thread. The cover is colorful, with large captivating fonts and a hand-drawn portrait of Douzhi. It is sure to instantly capture anyone's attention. 

DOUZHI : Feast your eyes on this groundbreaking masterpiece! It's sure to be a success! My autobiography - "Dreams Deserve To Be Followed : Douzhi's Inspirational Life." Now, all I need is a foreword and some good promotion! 

With that, he flips the book open and thumbs through the pages. Each one covered in colorful pictures. All of which catch my eye.

[nightrestrp]

With that, we conclude season 2! We’re currently working on season 3 and we understand that the recent (multiple hehe) self-paras, plot drops and the big reveal can be a lot to deal with so we encourage everyone to take all the time they need. Your mental and emotional health is important to us so if you’re in need of a hiatus, we completely understand! Just please let us know.

I can honestly say this has been our best season so far and I want to take this moment to applaud my fellow admin, Jasmine, for all the hard work she did with her character, and not only for sticking to the storyline, but also for moving it along. This season wouldn't have been as great a success without her dedication and talent. Additionally, I'd like to thank Jasmine and Idalis for all the help with the main this season. Thank you both for your continued dedication to this group and I appreciate you both so much ❤️

Fair warning, this post will be a little long because all updates to end this season will be stated here!

Moving forward, we understand that it can be a big change for a lot of characters so if anyone would like to drop characters or switch one for another or edit anything about your current ones, you’re more than welcome to do so! Just shoot the main a message since we’ll be updating the pages today and tomorrow, and will be going back to our regular schedule of acceptances (Mondays, Wednesdays & Fridays). As of right now, you may apply for up to TWO ADDITIONAL MUSES, but this will be on a case by case basis, depending on your activity. The only thing we’re asking is for you to only take on the number of characters you’re sure you can handle. You're more than welcome to send in the apps now!

Like at the start of Season 2, we’ll be having a FACE CLAIM RESET, which means that all face claims of all characters who have died prior to the season finale will be reopened. This means that all the face claims of all characters who died during the Season 1 finale will also be reopened. You may check our TAKEN PAGE to see the updated list of everyone currently taken!

We've added a couple of rules to our RULES PAGE so please go over them!

We’re also asking everyone to UNFOLLOW ALL ACCOUNTS AND ONLY REFOLLOW THE ONES THE MAIN CONTINUES TO FOLLOW, because the main will no longer follow dead/retired/killer characters’ blogs moving forward, though all self-paras will still be linked in the timeline page!

Also, this is over a week late but HAPPY SIX MONTHS of Nightrest being open! I can't believe we've been open for over half a year, and this is another cause for celebration. I'm genuinely so, so, so grateful for everyone here, for the dedication to this group and the plot and all your characters and I can't wait to see what the next season will bring!

When it comes to IN CHARACTER INFORMATION, here a few things to take note of:

We are now in real time. The engagement party happened on July 22nd, and it’s been a week since then. You're free to write threads that happened any time between the end of the event until now, or continue your event threads, or start new for the new season. It's all up to you!

People still don’t know who owns the nightrestanonymous Instagram account that tagged Azra and it hasn’t been active since.

It’s now common and accepted knowledge that Adee was the killer and holds responsibility for all deaths and injuries since Enzo was locked up and Kennedy & Peter were killed. You may have your characters wonder if Jake's involvement was greater than just Adee's death, but there will be no proof of that. You may also have your characters wonder if there were more people secretly involved (there weren’t, but you know, curious minds).

Jacob is currently locked up, but won’t be facing that long a sentence. You may check the SEASON 2 TIMELINE page to see which killer was responsible for which death/injury!

I truly hope everybody’s having a great day/night and I’ll be around for the rest of the day if anyone has any questions!

[somenerdfromwhatever]

Talent Drives The World - The four words that drive my passion.

Hi. This blog ain't dead! Last week, I heard of a subreddit called r/AutisticPride. It's a subreddit that promotes the idea of Autism Acceptance. I decided to take a the plunge of using my Reddit account to post on their sub. For those that don't use Reddit or stumble upon this by chance of the algorithm, here is my reddit post that I want to share here as well:

I have witnessed a lot more struggles than ever before within the autistic community. More so than ever. The challenges we all face in securing jobs, pursuing goals, and realizing dreams are all too real. Despite continuous efforts to seek acceptance, amplify our voices, and share our stories, society continues to hold onto organizations that undermine our messages and continue to spread ignorance about our community, leading to discrimination, ostracization, etc.

Some organizations, such as Autism Speaks, still persist despite the overwhelming evidence of their harm towards autistic individuals. These organizations are still operational. We had hoped that by now they would cease to exist, but their persistence and ongoing contribution to the harm they cause are truly mind-boggling.

I have spent this year, gunning and being out there to land my goal of working in the entertainment industry someday and at the same time made active efforts of getting that dream of working on my favorite show. That show in question if you've seen this profile, and my cosplays on social media... is Wednesday.

Very recently, I made a long video discussing how a certain cast of characters get treated in their small town, and I parallel it to the struggles we face! I explain my story, and share the connections to what we face on the day to day basis. If you know from seeing the show, these are the outcasts.

These harmful organizations like Autism Speaks that don't speak for us, discrimination, bullying, "cringe culture", etc. are sickening and it needs to stop. There is a reason why I said I am an outcast and that we are all outcasts in this world. Everyone on this planet is not normal, we are all unique, that is why we are all outcasts, and being an outcast is a good thing. We are all unique in this world, and humanity needs uniqueness to function. When it comes to us autistics, these same people never give us the time and day. They often fail to give us the recognition and opportunities we deserve.

The other reason why I made it, is to showcase my video editing skills in full display as a pitch to the industry just to say "hey, even us autistics have the talent! Hire us!". Even if my dream is falls through, my story and the talents I showcased in the video drive home the point of what I have done to chase this dream. I even talked to people on the project and told them about said video and what I have done. They applauded me being open, transparent, and downright passionate, recognizing my skills.

We need recognition for all of us. I heard that 85% of us autistics are unemployed. Even with the talents we got, we go unheard off. That needs to change. We need to be loud. We have the talents, why can't they just accept us for who we are? Why would companies choose to overlook such a vast pool of untapped talent of us autistics? Our voices, skills, and contributions deserve recognition, not dismissal, discrimination, and harm.

Keep in mind, those same companies treat accommodations like a bad thing. Accommodations are not a bad thing, and they should stop treating it like it is. They are essential to make society function. They need us now more then ever.

We just want to be heard in this world. Talent drives the world, we shouldn't be ignored over us being neurodivergent. We are needed in society, they need autistics like us to make their society stable and functional. They should stop ignoring us, and just accept us.

Talent drives the world. That is a sentence I will continue to fight for, and die on. We, as autistics, need to amplify that and make it known.

My reddit post: https://www.reddit.com/r/AutisticPride/comments/187okr6/i_am_sick_of_people_and_organizations_ignoring/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

[iamsahilparwaiz]

What your parents have never done, do not applaud such content, we need a slap. A slap of civilization, society, values, culture, concern, good thoughts, the right to speak. Hey brother, I have got the right to speak, not of shamelessness, not of rudeness, not of vulgarity, not of pohta, that means if you abuse by putting up a black curtain in a black room, then that is not dark comedy. In the name of dark comedy, talking dirty about parents, mentioning their private parts, if you have earned money, then tempting someone with money and saying that I will give you two crores, abusing your mother and sister countless times from the beginning of the talk to the end of the talk, this cannot be comedy. To put it simply, it is the extreme of meanness, or to put it simply, the result of bad upbringing, it may sound bad, but it should be felt, now something will come of it and what is right is that excess has an end, otherwise, in a country where there is rarely any issue except cricket and Covid, on which people of every age, every religion, every class join together in one voice, that country Today the whole country is together telling them to shut up. Those who are using dark humor by putting up black curtains in a black room, abusing and saying hee hee hee, the whole country is telling them to shut up. Just look around, whether it is the opposition of Maharashtra, the leaders sitting in Delhi, the farmers' leaders, the women's commission, people on social media or common people like us, today everyone is saying that action should be taken against them. You must have seen these three faces many times. All three are content creators, have influence, have followers in millions, are famous, have printed money, but now all three are infamous. Let us introduce them one by one. Samay Rahna's show India Get Latent. We will talk about Samay later. First let's talk about Ashvi Allahabad. Sorry Ranveer Allahabad. Although now the fame that he has gained on social media is famous as Vulgar Allahabad or Shri Allahabad. Ranveer is a person who maintains his image as a decent person on the strength of good love. A person who believes in Sanatan, does yoga. Big personalities of the country are with him. Big actors, heroes and heroines come to interview him. Prime Minister Narendra Modi himself had praised him. The Prime Minister had honoured him. Big Union Ministers had done podcasts with him. But the false image created on the strength of a good peer comes to an end. In Samay Raina's show, all his dark secrets come out in front of the world. It is revealed openly that how disgusting is the thinking of this man from inside. How much obscenity is filled inside this man. It is as if he has swallowed all the shame and modesty in his mind. This person asks a contestant if he sees his parents cursing. Going further, the height of meanness is crossed when he asks him if he would like to participate in it. It was shocking to hear but this has happened. However, you will also be surprised to know that this question filled with filth is stolen from a foreign show like the one with beer. He stole the question from the same show from which he also stole people's style. But Ranveer, the filth does not end here. In this show, the shallow person inside him comes out even more.

[thenerdysimp]

“We have”

Pairing: Leo Tekiel x reader

Words: 2,3K

Summary: Leo got asked to perform a duet with a girl in Idol just the year after he competed himself. The girl just happens to be his girlfriend that no one knew about (except for the other competitors during his year), until now!

Warnings: None, just fluff. Not proofread, so potentially spelling errors and I might have mixed up past and present tense. (It’s complicated okay, my brain can’t comprehend it)

Names featured:

Pär - program host

Katia, Peg, Ash, Anders - jury

A/n: This plays out in Swedish Idol next year (2025). I literally remember exactly when this idea popped into my head, it was in the shower on Sunday the 24th of November at 18:23😅 Also, this is definitely not my best writing ever but I’m still learning so spare me please🙏🏼😅

You’re here, in Idol year 2025, the 21 seasons of the program. You were here last year as well, but that was in the audience to support your boyfriend Leo. This time you’re one of the people on stage.

You and Leo met when you started studying at the same university. You quickly became best friends and after about 6 months he asked you out, and now you're here. You and him both loved singing and had great talent for it so when he applied and got in last year you spent a lot of your time singing together, especially duets.

This week was exactly that, duets, but instead of some of the biggest names within the Swedish artistic elite it’s with people who had competed previous years. You just happened to get your boyfriend, but nobody knows that.

You and the other idols left are sitting on the sofa in the so called green room at the side of the stage as Pär starts the program of. “Hello everyone and welcome back to Idol! This week we have some duets happening! Already last week we announced 3 of them and this is what that looked like!”

Last week

“This was the result of today, but for next week it’s duets! And for those of you that don’t know, when it was duets last year the idols got a well known person within the Swedish artistic elite. But this year it’s going to be previous competitors, so idols from previous years!” Pär said, everyone started applauding excitedly. “And we will name some of them right here, right now.” He added. He named 2 names before he got to you, “And Y/n, your duet partner is actually just from last year! It is…” he trailed off as he turned to the stage screen where a picture of your boyfriend appeared. “Leo Tekiel!” You were completely shocked but very excited, nobody here knew that you and Leo were dating so to them your reaction might as well be just as a fan.

“We have an exciting evening in front of us and I want to hear the jury’s thoughts.” Pär said, turning to them, “Katia, what’s your thoughts?” She shifted in her and spoke, “Yeah I completely agree with you, this is gonna be exciting. We have quite high hopes for this, we are of course only going to judge our idols this year but we are looking at the whole performance. Their singing, their stage language and the chemistry they have with their duet partner, these are the most important things they need. We want to see them work together, not overpower each other.” She said, the camera panned from the jury back to Pär, “Well, let’s get this evening started then!” He said

The first duo was introduced, they performed well. So did the second, after them there was a commercial break. Then it was the third and fourth, you were fifth. After the fourth was done and back in green room Pär spoke, “It’s time for another break and when we come back it’s time for our fifth duet with Y/n and Leo! See you then!” When the break was over the camera focused on Pär standing in the middle of the stage, “Welcome back everyone, the time has come to kick off our fifth duet of the night and we do that with Y/n!” Then the intro video with your reaction of getting your partner and when you met up to talk about it started playing on the screen.

Intro video

“…Leo Tekiel!”

“No I was in complete shock, that was honestly very unexpected. Like it could have been anyone but it was him, I’m not mad about it though.” You said sitting in the filming studio.

Leo was standing in the lobby waiting for you, as you walked out and he saw you his face lit up immediately. You walked over to him and gave him a big hug, but trying not to make it completely obvious that this was in fact your boyfriend.

“It was very fun seeing him there, I was in the audience a few times last year so I remember seeing him on stage.”

You and him sat down together in the studio to film, he started talking and praising your performances trying to make it look and sound like you didn’t know each other on the level you actually did. You just tried not to laugh, he was doing a good job but you could barely keep it together, but for the watchers it could be played off as some type of fan girl excitement. “I think this is gonna be really fun, no wait. I know it’s gonna be fun.” You said standing in front of the camera with Leo beside you, “It’s gonna be awesome.” He said looking at you and then back to the camera.

The video ended and the camera turned to you, Leo and Pär standing around a high table. “Y/n and Leo Tekiel, welcome both of you to the duets tonight, and with a very big song as well that probably everyone in this room has heard. How has this week gone, what would you say Leo?” Pär asked. Leo lifted his mig to answer, “It has been amazing, we’ve had a lot of fun. But also being back here so soon, it was just a year ago I stood here myself and I never thought I’d be back like this.” He said looking around the whole room and at the crowd. “Do you agree Y/n?” Pär asked looking at you, “Absolutely, it’s been magical. I never thought I’d be standing on stage with this guy like this so it’s been very fun.” He laughed a little before speaking again, “And how did you come up with this song, how did you guys connect over the music?” You took a breath as you looked at Leo beside you for a second before turning back, “I think we both have very mixed music taste, so really we could have ended up choosing almost anything. I was here in the audience a lot last year actually so I’ve seen him on this stage before and I’ve heard his voice so for me it was quite an obvious choice. It’s a song with a lot of range but it’s a range we both have so it worked out.” You explained. You turned to Leo letting him know that he could add something if he wanted, “Yeah totally. But also I’ve seen how good she is and I have a lot of respect for her. She knows exactly what she’s doing and i'm honored to be doing this with her tonight.” He said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as the crowd applauded. “Are you ready to step up then?” Pär asked. “Of course!” You said excitedly. “Y/n and Leo take your place on the stage! Leo Tekiel, a guy who did this himself just a year ago and became known as the falsetto king. He captured the hearts of everyone watching, especially the jury. Now it’s time for him to come back on the same stage, hold on tight everyone because now it’s time for Leo together with Y/n, I don’t wanna live forever!” Pär announced as you walked onto the stage.

The music started playing and Leo started off with his solo, then it just went smoothly. You and him worked great together, you could feel the heat between you as you got close. You were trying so hard not to blush when he put a hand at your waist and looked you deep in the eyes as you sang together. When the song ended you lowered your microphones and wrapped each other in a tight hug with wide smiles on both of your faces. He lifted you up, spinning you around once before putting you down again, turning to the jury. In the audience you could see all of the previous years idols, so everyone who was together with Leo, they were standing up, cheering and applauding, and so was the jury. The jury sat down again and when the applause died down Pär started talking. “That was amazing! How does it feel?” He asked, you were basically jumping on the spot and Leo was just smiling at you adoringly. “It was amazing, I'm so happy!” You said grinning. “I actually noticed something, and that is everyone who competed last year is in the audience!” Pär said as he pointed to them still standing up and waving at you. “How do you feel Leo?” Pär asked. He took a breath before speaking, “I feel great, this was amazing. I really enjoyed it and this was definitely the best out of the times we’ve practiced this song.” He said happily. Pär put a hand on his shoulder and spoke again “Sounds good, let’s listen to what the jury has to say!”

Katia started immediately, “This was beautiful, this may have been the best duet I’ve seen in the history of this entire program. I’m floored, Y/n this might be the best song you could have chosen for you two. And Leo, it's great to see you back here.” She said leaning back in her chair. Peg was sitting completely stunned, she snapped out of her thoughts when Katia became quiet, “I don’t have words, I was in heaven. This was heaven, okay? Like I don’t think anything will ever top this, I would never have thought anything like this was possible.” She said, then Ash spoke, “I agree with both of them. And the chemistry, you two work perfectly together. I don’t have anything to say really, it was amazing. I want a duet with you two on Spotify.” He said pointing at you both. You were just standing on stage taking it all in with the wide grin still on your face. Then Anders spoke, “And I agree with all of them. The song, the chemistry, everything, it was just perfect. It got really hot in here, did anyone else feel that?” He asked with a laugh and the other three members of the jury agreed. Anders continued speaking, “You did this so good, It felt like you have done this before, and then I don’t mean yesterday at the rehearsals.” He said as the speakers played, meaning that the jury's time was up. Pär turned to both of you, “Interesting, but then I just gotta ask. Have you done this before?” He asked. After he asked that you and Leo looked at each other quickly communicating if you should tell them.

He gave you a small nod and you looked back to Pär and brought the mic up to your lips, “We have.” You said simply. Katia and Peg shoot up in their seats at that, “You have? When? Do you know each other from before?” Pär continued. “Do we know each other from before?” You said teasingly looking at Leo, “You tell me.” He teased back wrapping an arm around your waist. You again looked back to Pär before speaking again, “We’re together.” You said smiling, “WHAT?!” Peg screamed out from the jury table and Katia covered her mouth with her hand with a shocked expression. Ash let out a laugh before speaking, “Then the chemistry makes so much sense.” You nodded at him with a smile, then Katia spoke as she collected herself, “Did you guys date last year as well? Is that why the whole gang from last year is here? Because you know them personally and it’s not just for Leo?” She asked. You nodded, “Yeah, we’ve been together for, what is it, almost 2 years now? That’s why I was in the audience last year. I was here every Saturday.” You stated. Then Leo spoke, “They know her very well, they were the only ones we told except for our families. We’ve all gone out together multiple times too.” He said, “And this song, it’s one of our favorite songs to practice together, we did that last year as well when we were spending time together outside of Idol. That’s why it was such an obvious choice. It’s a song we know well but also knew we could do better, and we did.” You added.

Pär laughed, “That you did. You are welcome to walk back to green room now guys, but give us a kiss first would you?” He said jokingly. Leo shrugged his shoulders before bringing you in for a kiss, the audience and the jury cheering and applauding. When you broke apart he turned to the jury, saluted and then turned back to you, picked you up and threw you over his shoulder walking back over to the sofa. Pär and the jury started laughing as you looked into the camera and lifted your hands up slightly in defeat. He didn’t carry you for long, as soon as you reached the sofa he put you down again and just sat down next to each other.

The rest of the night you were sitting together, your head leaning on his shoulder. And when it got time for the result and you were announced through to next week you immediately ran to him and he again picked you up and spun you around. The group from last year could be heard cheering the loudest. As he slowly put you down he placed his lips on yours softly, “To think that this was all a big coincidence.” He whispered as he pulled away. “The best one ever!” You said holding on to him tightly with a big smile.