#I’m not exactly quiet on my opinions 😂

[rahuratna]

Hi Rahu!! 👋 👋

Do you like apocalyptic stories/movies? Like anything with zombies or Death Angels overtaking the earth, and the protagonists have to learn to co-operate.

I’m not sure if this is an unpopular opinion but I think that apocalyptic movies, typically classified as horror, has a certain beauty to them. There are certain scenes that are so ethereal, the brief moments amidst chaos when it’s a soothing quiet. There’s no one else, and it’s reminiscent of being the first and only one to wake up early in the morning and watch the sun rise all to yourself. (I think this shows just how introverted I am LOL.) Or with a partner, like maybe Nanami 🥹🥹🥲, but I can’t relate 😂

The second point I wanted to bring up: have you watched Train to Busan? Basically it’s about a fund manager who is a workaholic and also a divorced father as he was often absent from his family. For his daughter’s birthday, she wanted to go see his mother so they take a the train to Busan. However, an infected person boards the train, and the unaffected passengers must isolate the zombies in the separate carts until they reach Busan.

One of the big themes is balancing self-interest and the protection of others. You see this played out in different variations with the different characters. Some don’t mind sacrificing themselves for the sake of the majority, a few selfish people will make reckless decisions that will sacrifice everyone else’s life for their own benefit, and then we have the father. If my faded and wavering memory (💀) serves correctly, he only looked out for his own and his daughter’s safety and disregard the other passengers’. This changes by the end— I don’t want to specify how because no spoilers but imo it’s a very beautiful character growth to witness.

So why do I bring this up? Because, oh. my. gawd, it reminded me soooo much of Salaryman Era!Nanami Kento 😙😙😙

Finance? ✅

6’0+ ✅

Tired workaholic dad? ✅

Oh, side note, it makes sense why Gege said Nanami would only want to get married after he’s done with jujutsu sorcery, so he can pay all his attention to his lovely new family! The male lead’s splintered family from Train to Busan is like a “what would’ve happened” if Nanami chose to have a family while being so busy.

If you are interested in an apocalypse AU (or not, that’s okay too! since this is a bit different from character analysis), I wanted to discuss with you the potential philosophies and decision-makings of salaryman Nanami before he finds his purpose as a protector. When his only goals were money, beach house, and reading (so relatable). I wonder how this past version of Nanami would react and if he would choose to save anyone. Maybe not at first, or maybe he’d be very selective at first? But I could totally see potential character growth and also find someone worth saving (you 😏).

For now, I’ll just leave this conversation as open-ended since I’m unsure if it’s a topic worth pursuing for you. I used to be in to dystopian, but I slowly fell out of love and quickly became infatuated with both apocalyptic media and Nanami Kento. Hope you’re having a great day! 💜💜💜

@courtneedsleep Wow, this is so fascinating! So, to get into it, I love dystopian themes, but have watched my fair share of apocalyptic themes in media too. I know exactly what you mean by the beauty of the quiet juxtaposed with the frenetic energy and near escapes (or not) of the rest of the film.

My personal favourite piece of apocalyptic/dystopian media is 'Oryx and Crake' by Margaret Atwood, a book I can return to many, many times. Some of the most beautiful, haunting scenes are the moments of stillness and stolen beauty, where the main character's memories of the past superimpose themselves over the naked desolation of the present, a world designed for millions now inhabited by a few. So I completely understand what you mean when you say that the brief moments of peace amongst the chaos stand out the most.

I haven't watched Train to Busan, but based on this description, think I'm gonna get back from work and watch it tomorrow evening. A cosy movie night!

The evolution of salaryman Nanami is a fascinating one, because he placed his personal desires first (saving for his comfortable retirement, as you mentioned), but his innate desire to help others draws him inevitably back to sorcery.

So, on this note, I think salaryman Nanami would show a distinct evolution in an apocalyptic setting, particularly if he had a family. His initial instincts would be to protect his child, probably to the point of ruthlessness (and assuming there would be a similar familial set-up to 'Train to Busan'). Nanami's analytic mind and ability to accurately and carefully assess risks and outcomes of situations would probably be invaluable to anyone he comes into contact with.

I feel, to extend on that, that in this setting, he would probably start out just looking out for himself, and possibly his child. Due to his natural, quiet charisma and ability to take charge, he would probably gather a following of people who see him as trustworthy, level-headed and a leader, even if he himself denies any such role. I feel like people would naturally gravitate towards him in this sense, including those with useful skills who need to simply be pointed in the right direction.

Although Nanami would start out strictly looking after his family, I think that in this setting, he would eventually start to see and understand that the isolation of modern living and the rules that apply, all fall away when faced with an apocalyptic situation. He would come to realise that the skills, personalities and unique perspectives of others are things to be valued and relied upon. It would be a slow process, but he'd get there.

Nanami's principles, as strong as ever, would never allow him to use someone for his/his family's convenience. If he was to operate independently, and look out only for himself at the outset, he'd never do so at the expense of someone else. His thoughts would be more along the line of: "I will save my family. Everyone else can do whatever they want." And it's this mindset that would gradually change the more he is exposed to some core group of reliable companions who may even rescue him from a tight situation on more than one occasion.

His gradual acknowledgement of the involvement others have in his life and survival could open the door a crack for maybe some romance 😉 Or at least, hints of it. This gradual opening up would also have implications for his personal growth and development. That rare beauty you spoke of in apocalyptic media, the moment of serenity and otherworldly calm amidst the devastation, is something that could open his eyes to the importance of humanity's preservation, for future generations (like his child).

While this may not lead to the exact evolution of Sorcerer Nanami, who we know and love so well, it would certainly drive him to become something very close. The theme of self-interest versus selfishness is a really interesting one, because Nanami's canon 'selfishness' always rang a little hollow for me. He worked so hard for those things (books, comfort, an early retirement), but all it took was one person (bakery girl) showing him how killing curses helps people, to turn him back to his selfless (and self-sacrificing) job of being a sorcerer. At heart, Nanami could never have put himself first. Not to say that he didn't genuinely want those personal goals, he just put them aside so quickly for a higher cause, because that's just who he is.

Apocalyptic Salaryman Nanami would probably have the same epiphany, arriving in a different vehicle. Some trigger would help him understand the value of self-sacrifice/sacrifice in general for a greater good; ensuring the safety of not just his child/loved one, but everyone who can be saved. He'd adopt the role of guardian, but in a symbolic sense too, safeguarding the future that belongs to his child and all like them. Where that would lead his character ... who knows? 🤭

It would be fun to speculate!

Thank you for another lovely and fascinating idea to discuss. 🧡🧡🧡

[allofuswantgwinam]

jang woo jin x reader

authors note: sooo this is from my old tumblr but i did in fact re do it so if you read it before read it again bc in my opinion i made it better but by redo it i mean edit it and i added some stuffs but still the same story 😂😂 what better way to get back into writing than fixing some old stuff 🥳 i hope y’all like it ☺️

warnings: 18+, smut, dirty talk, unprotected sex, pull out game strong, think he calls her a whore like once, choking, hair pulling, jealousy, smacks her ass like once, if i missed anything lmk

“you.. you wanna go out with HIM???” your best friend jang woo jin yelled exasperatedly while flailing his hands around in the air. you had just confessed your lust for the bullies gopher gwi nam when clearly you should’ve kept it to yourself. “but you hate him!? we all hate him!” he rose his voice in frustration, gripping his hair and looking at you like you have lost your damn mind.

“nooo, don’t twist my words jin! i saaaaid…gwi nam is attractive and that he winked at me when i caught him staring at me today.” you shrugged nonchalantly, not seeing the big deal in the situation. you were sitting on your bed, you had just got home from school and wu jin came to your house with you for a movie night since there wasn’t school the next day. “i also said if he just wanted to hook up i would.. maybe.. possssibily be down..” you confessed halfway, knowing that gwi nam is not exactly a great person regardless if he’s sexy or not, as you tried not to laugh at your dramatic best friend who was pacing your small bedroom.

“he is evil y/n/n.” he said seriously and stopped pacing to look at you with loud annoyance in his eyes. “now let’s pretend you didn’t just say the most idiot shit ever and pick a movie.” he grumbled while walking over to pull you off the bed to help him look through your dvds in the closet. you ended up settling on an action comedy, then got settled on your bed after putting in the dvd. you both were laying next to each other on your bed on top of the covers, looking up at the the tv screen.

it was about halfway through the movie when you noticed woo jin staring at you out of the corner of your eye. “what?” you asked with raised eyebrows and turned to look at him, making him look back at the movie quickly as soon as you turned your head. “hey.” you pushed his shoulder. “why were you staring at me you weirdo.”

he sat there silently for a second, wondering how he should say this. he closed his eyes for a second before speaking up. “why in the fuck… would you wanna bang that asshole?” he asked seriously and turned his face back to yours. “he is like..” he thought for a second, before finishing his sentence with a disgusted look on his face. “actual human Satan.” he sat up criss cross apple sauce and looked down at you where you staid laying flat on your back next to him.

you shrugged with a cheeky lil grin. “i don’t know. i just like the idea of being man handled i guess.” you confessed honestly. you and woo jin were really close. there was basically nothing you couldn’t talk about with each other. or at least that’s what you thought.

you didn’t know it but he liked you. he liked you so much that he swore he would never ever make a move just out of fear that he could lose you completely, but now he’s having second thoughts on keeping quiet. “why are you so concerned with this anyways? it’s not a big deal.” you couldn’t help but laugh at his irritated expression.

“yes it is!” he pushed your shoulder like you did to him a few seconds ago. “i bet he wouldn’t even get you off. he just cares about himself.” he said blatantly causing you to scoff and roll your eyes. “i’m serious Y/N/N! i know he makes you horny or whate-“

“stop!!” you lifted your back off the mattress, blushing profusely and flicked him in the forehead making him tackle you back down on your back. you were so embarrassed you almost wished you never even told him. you didn’t think it would turn into a fucking survey on why you felt that way. “why are you fucking badgering me about this!” you whisper yelled, not wanting your parents to think anything was wrong and come check in. you stared up at him with an agitated look on your face. his hands were pinning your wrists above the pillow your head laid on.

“god please shut up! if you would let me fuckin finish my badgering you would already know.” he said sternly while keeping eye contact with you, taking you by surprise. you couldn’t deny the fact that him being above you, restraining you from any movement was kinda turning you on. he was staring intensely into your eyes, almost daring you to interrupt him again. “i could fuck you better than him.” he stated nonchalantly and tightened his fingers around your wrist. your eyes widen and heart started pumping faster, not knowing what the hell was going on. “you think i won’t? you think i couldn’t respect you and fuck the shit out of you all at the same time? you don’t want that though. you wanna be treated like a useless doll, yeah?” he smirked noticing your thighs squeeze together from your hidden arousal. “why fantasize about him, when the full package has been right in front of you the whole time..” he said softening his demeanor and looked down at your lips not knowing if he should go in for a kiss or prepare to be beat the fuck up for even attempting what he is doing right now.

his chest was hovering yours, close enough to feel his warmth. for the first time you wanted to feel him. all of him. in that moment you needed your best friend to fuck you and give you everything you desired with someone else. “sooo.. are you gonna kiss me or-“ you didn’t even get to finish your sentence before his lips smashed onto yours. he continued to hold your wrists in place with one hand while sliding his other hand down the front of your pj bottoms wasting no time. he slipped his fingers under your panties and moaned lowly onto your lips feeling how wet you are, making you shiver under him. he slowly pressed two fingers on your clit and rubbed in slow circles, making you involuntary spread your legs wider for woo jin. he broke away from your kiss to breathe for a second making you pout your lips at him. you surprisingly enjoyed being dominated by your best friend. you always thought he was cute but you never imagined he would be this bold.

“did i do this?” he smirked, sliding his two fingers from your clit to gather your arousal on his fingers and nibble on your bottom lip while staring sexily into your hooded eyes. you bucked your hips up trying to feel more pressure. “yes.. fuck.” you whined quietly. your parents were just down the hall and you had to keep reminding yourself about that. this was a wonderful surprise but the timing was definitely off.

wu jin took his hand out of your pants and sucked on his fingers pulling them out with a POP sound. you looked at him with pure lust and desire. your confusion to everything that he was saying before was no longer your concern. “how long have you been wanting to fuck me?” you asked randomly and bit your lip at him. you had never ever thought he felt anything more for you other than friendship, let alone jealousy which was pretty clear to you that’s what he was feeling.

“too long.” he answered plainly before engulfing you in another deep kiss. both his hands were pulling your shirt up and you lifted your arms up to help remove it. “holy shit.” he moaned in surprise at your naked chest. with no hesitation he dipped his head down to suck on one of your nipples and pinched the other one roughly, making you let out a small yelp. wu jin couldn’t help but snicker at the sound and lift his head up to look to watch you while he twists and tugs both your nipples. “j-jin please.” you mewled while arching your chest up and tugging on the bottom of his tshirt wanting him to take it off. he obliged and took his shirt off tossing it onto the floor. you slid your pants and panties off quickly, not caring to have them on any longer.

he grabbed your hands, interlocking your fingers and pinning them on the plush pillows above your head, his lips hovering right above yours. “your parents might be up still..” his soft lips ghosted over yours as he whispered. “but i don’t care.” he smiled goofily and let go of your hands to start pulling his pj pants and boxers down. “so you think only assholes could fuck you right,huh?” he chuckled and tossed his bottoms to the floor. you sat there silently, completely exposed to him. you felt vulnerable but also excited. this all happened so quickly you didn’t really have time to comprehend what was happening. “is that what you want? to be treated like shit?” he whispered aggressively and wrapped his hand around your throat, making you gasp followed by a moan and a smile. you were dripping at this point. he lined his tip up with your entrance and slid in slowly.

“f-fuck.. so fucking tight.. and wet as fuck.” the raging boy grunted, looking down where your bodies meet, watching every inch of him disappear in your welcoming cunt. “such a filthy girl.. letting me fuck you with your parents awake down the hall. what would they think, hmm?” he gripped your throat tighter, but not enough to hurt you. “if they knew what a fucking whore their daughter is?” he growled, bottoming out inside you.

“p-please fuck me.” you whimpered with pleading eyes while digging your nails into his biceps. not caring about your parents. not giving a fuck if they heard you, the neighbors heard you, anyone. you needed this. his hand was still gripping your throat, holding your head down on the pillow. he was scowling down at you watching your face scrunch up in pleasure because of him being the one stretching you with his cock; not gwi nam. HIM. you had never been so aroused in your life, you felt like you could explode.

“i don’t know.” he faked in thought, loving the power he has over you right now and slowly started moving inside you, being petty. he used his free hand to squeeze one of your breasts. “you might get us caught.” he smirked making you whine and give him a cute but frustrated look. “ya know. cause you’ll be screaming.” he grinned in confidence giving you a hard and deep thrust, making you almost let out a loud moan but he stopped it with a rough kiss. “you can’t be loud ok?” he demanded, keeping his hips still and put a finger to your lips signaling to keep it hush. “trust me i wanna hear you, but this time we gotta be careful, yeah? well.. you do..” he chuckled and shoved your legs open more, removing his hand form your neck.

‘this time’ kept echoing in your head. you’ve just barely comprehended everything happening in this moment and he’s already planning on it happening more!? you had chills all over your body from the excitement. your walls were pretty sound proof in your house and your parents really like woo jin. they wouldn’t ever think he would be fucking their daughter in their house unbeknownst to them. they thought he was a good friend for you and considered him a second child, but you didn’t act siblings.

“what the hell has gotten into you?” you smiled and bit your lip, staring up at him with stars in your eyes. “are you jealous or something?” you moaned softly closing your eyes when he started biting and Sucking up your chest, leaving a trail of hickies, to your neck.

“maybe.” he nibbled on your earlobe and sucked the skin. he started fucking you hard and gripping your hips tight enough you know there will be bruises later. “maybe i-I’m jealous that y-you..shit.” he growled in your ear and dropped his face in your neck. you wrapped your legs around his waist and clawed his back, biting down on his shoulder trying to contain your moaning. “t-that you want that asshole and n-not me.” he sort of confessed.

“d-don’t want him.” you breathlessly informed him once again and kissed his neck, moaning and whimpering in his ear. he stopped his thrusts and flipped you onto all fours, making you squeal in surprise. you dropped your head on your pillow and looked back at him, pressing your chest into the mattress. his chest was puffing up and down from adrenaline, his cheeks were pink, his hair was in a sexy mess. you’re almost grateful he built up this tension so this could happen. you started to think maybe this wasn’t a mistake. “you look so fucking sexy right now..” you grinned at him and pushed your hips back onto his wanting him to fuck you like hes ran his mouth about.

he put one hand on your hip to keep you still and yanked your head back by your hair with the other so your back was against his chest. his lips were brushing your ear as he spoke gruffly. “you didn’t think so a little bit ago.” he bit your neck and sucked a deep bruise while sliding his hand from your hip down to your heat. “you said gwi nam was hot because he’s mean.” he started rubbing your clit slowly and bucked his hips up, his cock still deep inside you, making you moan and your pussy clench around his length. he let go of your hair and clasped his hand over your mouth. “i can be so much worse… right now im gonna fuck the hell out of you and you can’t even scream. you just have to take it.” you felt his lips curl into a big smirk against your ear. “unless you wannna get caught.” he taunted and started pounding up into you, hitting your g spot with every thrust. the movie was loud enough it covered the sound of his hips clapping against your ass. he slid his hand from your clit up your stomach back up to your throat.

“mmajshd!!” your screams were muffled from his hand covering your mouth. his other hand was hugging your neck and lightly cutting off your air flow, which was such a turn on. he was drilling into you relentlessly, fucking you like he would never have the chance again.

“you like this don’t you.” he grunted as his thrusts become sloppy. “being fucked like i own you.” he removed his hand from your throat to slap your ass. he felt your pussy clench harder around him and slowed his thrusts, making you groan against his palm in annoyance and need. “tell me it’s mine.” he demanded continuing his teasingly slow thrusts and removed his from your mouth.

“please, it’s yours. it’s all fucking yours.” you whimpered without hesitation and tried to wiggle your hips back into him to feel more pleasure. he immediately placed his hand back over your mouth and started fucking you with no remorse. you felt your release building up, wu Jin was panting hot in your ear. “fuuuck!!” you screamed into his hand and felt your orgasm take over your body.

“shit baby.” the salty boy grunted and panted in your ear, feeling his own orgasm coming. “f-fucking so good for me.” his thrusts start faltering as he let your body drop onto the mattress and he pulls out of you, shooting his warm load onto your back.

you laid there on your stomach in complete exhaustion. your body was done and you couldn’t believe it was because of none other than your bestie jang wu jin. “you still think gwi is hot?” he asked breathlessly, with a smug look on his face while wiping off your lower back with one of his socks, knowing he couldn’t leave the room for a towel.

“who?” you chuckled and rolled over onto your back to look up at who used to be just your smart ass best friend.

[nirikeehan]

Happy Friday!! For DADWC this week I'm absolutely enamored with the Thalia & OC option 😂 Please, I would love Thalia and Saeris going on an adventure (if you want!). I'll send two prompts just in case. But how about the prompt: "camping with friends" and "the echo of footsteps"? (Maybe a spooky vibe?)

HI GIN HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!!

I thought they deserved to kiss. But there's also a cliffhanger, to leave room for more of the actual "adventure" part 😅 I hope I've done Saeris justice!

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 1373

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The campfire crackled late into the evening. Thalia sat outside her tent long after the stars came out, listening to the crickets and stroking the feathers on Saeris’s bird, Efa. 

Saeris himself had been quiet most of the day. He was giving her space, she could tell. She could also tell he wore his opinions concealed not too far below the surface of his face. They were grumpy and disapproving. 

Thalia sighed. This trip — though on paper a reconnaissance mission for the Inquisition several miles due east of their outpost in Crestwood — was, at least on some level, meant to be fun. A chance for the two unlikely friends to catch up. But Thalia had been solemn and taciturn since they set out, and the Antivan elf, with his soft and handsome features turned into a frown, must know something was wrong. 

He sat nearby, letting his bird perch on her shoulder, and stared in to the flames. The fire reflected on his long, silky hair. Neither spoke for a long time. 

“I went hawking when I was young, back at my family’s estate,” Thalia offered at last — a tiny bit of small talk. “Maybe that’s why Efa has taken a shining to me.”

Saeris raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. He was often quiet until something needed to be said, and one look told Thalia he knew it wasn’t hawking that was truly on her mind.

Thalia groaned. “Are you just going to give me silent judging looks all night?” 

“I’m not judging,” Saeris said flatly. Clearly judging. 

“Well, that do you want me to say?” Thalia retorted. 

“The thing that’s got you preoccupied.” Saeris’s voice remained unchanged. 

Thalia let out a sigh, her stomach turning into knots. “You’re not going to like it.”

Saeris shrugged. This was not a concern for him. She was hurting, and that was enough. Thalia was not sure if this measure of compassion was due to his cultural upbringing, Dalish or Antivan, or it was simply the way he was. She had peppered him in the past with questions about his — in her eyes — exotic origins, and he always answered truthfully enough, if somewhat bemused. 

Thalia raised her fingers for Efa to climb onto, and scooted across the blanket she’d laid out on the grass to deposit her back with her owner. The bad storms that had been passing through the area some weeks before had dissipated, leaving brilliantly clear, if chilly, nights behind. 

“It’s… well, it’s Blackwall,” Thalia said, and watched him tense. “Now you know why I didn’t want to say anything!” 

Saeris shook his head in a way that Thalia could not quite parse — he could have been angry, disappointed, exasperated. All three? Her heart thumped with shame. 

“Look,” Thalia said, “I know you don’t see eye to eye with him…”

Saeris grunted in lieu of agreeing.

“…but he’s the best knight I have,” Thalia continued. She wondered how this had turned into defending Blackwall, even as her mind swarmed about the things that had transpired between them. “No matter what happens, I don’t want to lose him.” 

Saeris took a slow breath, stroking the soft feathers on Efa’s breast. “What did he do?” 

It was more what Blackwall hadn’t done that had Thalia’s heart tied up in knots. “Well, first he invited me to the Storm Coast…”

She recounted the strange tale of the Grey Warden’s invitation, choosing to leave out the expectation on her part what exactly she’d thought Blackwall had wanted from her on that trip. She wasn’t sure why. Saeris didn’t seem the type to care much about a lady’s honor and other outdated modes of chivalry, but the thought of disclosing it suddenly made Thalia shy. Not that it mattered — Blackwall had been nothing but gentlemanly on that trip, confusing as it was. It wasn’t until their return to Skyhold that he’d appeared unannounced in her quarters, breaching all sorts of protocol, to grab her for a passionate kiss… 

Saeris’s brow lowered as she recounted this bit, as did the corners of his mouth. When she got to the part about refusing Blackwall, he nodded decisively. “Good. That was the correct thing to do. He had no right.” 

“Perhaps not,” Thalia admitted, gazing skyward to the cold stars, “but that doesn’t make me feel any better about it.” 

Saeris stared into the burning embers of the campfire, his long silky hair trailing over one shoulder. He had the longest hair of any man Thalia knew, and was one of the few people she knew who also sported a tattoo on his face. Though in her understanding, the Dalish wore them by choice, unlike the mages of the Ostwick Circle. Thalia gazed at his vallaslin, seeming to glow in the firelight, and wondered what that was like — to choose. 

He noticed her looking and caught her eye. Thalia averted her gaze quickly, jolting as if burned. She felt, abruptly, both too hot and too cold. 

“I think there’s someone out there for you,” Saeris said at last. “Someone much better than Blackwall.”

Thalia swallowed thickly. Did that mean what it seemed to? Or was he just being a supportive friend? She glanced back at him; he was still watching her with his intent gaze. She wished she wasn’t so hopeless at gauging men’s intentions. She had gotten the sense that Saeris was both more worldly and more wise than her; perhaps he merely pitied her? The thought was mortifying. 

“Oh, yeah?” she shot back, perhaps a bit too brashly. “Are you volunteering?” 

Saeris’s eyes widened, but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I wouldn’t think I’m your type.”

“I don’t discriminate against elves, if that’s what you mean,” Thalia huffed. 

Saeris chuckled. “No, not that.” He gestured toward his face. “I’m significantly less hairy.” 

Thalia let out a barking laugh. “Are you sure? What you lack in beard you make up for in long flowing locks.” 

“My entire body is about the width of Blackwall’s arm,” Saeris continued. Despite his near deadpan tone, he was definitely teasing her. 

“I don’t mind,” Thalia shot back, drawing nearer to him. 

“Are you sure? I would think maybe someone more strapping, like Commander Cullen—”

Thalia kissed him. Efa squawked and flew from Saeris’s shoulder. 

There was a moment of surprise where neither seemed to know what to do. His face was smooth where Blackwall’s had been rough and bristly, and he was quite thin in comparison, she thought, her palm pressing to his clavicle to steady herself. But his hand was soft and found the nape of her neck and his kiss was tender and it felt nice. Uncomplicated. The very opposite of the fevered, fraught embrace she’d shared with Blackwall. 

The moment lingered, the kiss turning into several small, exploratory ones in quick succession. Saeris seemed unhurried, which made her feel better. She no longer got the sense he was humoring her. 

He pulled her closer. He put her fingers in his hair while he put his mouth on her neck. Thalia let out a small noise of pleasure. She wanted to urge him on, but over the labored sounds of their breathing came another noise: the heavy trod, it seemed, of footsteps beyond the camp. 

She put her hand on his chest to stay him. “Shh. Saeris. Do you hear that?” 

Saeris slowed, planting a kiss on her ear before straightening and tilting his own head. “Mm. I suppose it must be Blackwall, come to kill me.” 

“Witty.” She swiped playfully at his arm, though her mirth was fleeting. They were in the middle of the forest, all alone. Anyone approaching the camp could not be considered a friend. 

They listened in silence for a few minutes but the footsteps seemed to vanish as quickly as they appeared. Thalia studied Saeris thoughtfully. “Do you think we ought to follow? To confirm it’s no threat?” 

Saeris sighed, disentangling himself from her arms. “I suppose it would be too much to assume it was a friendly forest voyeur.” 

“Are there many of those where you’re from?” Thalia asked, vaguely horrified. 

“No.” He stood, brushing bits of grass off his breeches. “You ought to bring your staff, just in case.” 

[thelonesomequeen]

Lol I swear some people in this fandom are afraid to admit thy they’re overly obsessed with Chris life. I saw a comment saying chris better not act out on my birthday or on this day whatever day and I’m like what ? You don’t even know this man personally n he don’t know you exist. How is his life or choices affecting you ? Like does he have to ask you for permission to do something ? N he only post like once a month anyways. 🥴 So weird.

Well then. Sometimes I’ll poke around different pages or forums only to see fans screaming at each other about differences of opinions, misconstruing comments, running with opinions as facts, and watching most of them engage in hypocritical discussions with no self awareness and it reminds me exactly why I stopped checking in to see what others in the fandom are saying. It’s always much more peaceful when we just stay in our little quiet lane 😂🦎

[lonelier-version-of-you]

I thought that was quite a good episode. Definitely a very low-key exit for Ethan (by George Rainsford’s request, apparently) - nowhere near as low-key as Connie’s exit was, though. I mean, at least this one explicitly stated that Ethan was leaving!

Goodbye Ethan Hardy (and George Rainsford) - nine years on the show, that’s pretty good going. Ethan will be back by this time in 2025, I think. If he’s not, I’ll eat a hat. I don’t think I own any hats, so if I haven’t got one by then, I’ll have to buy a hat solely to eat for Ethan’s lack-of-return. (Please don’t hold me to this, I don’t want to actually have to eat a hat. 😂 Though I don’t think I’d have to, because I’m sure Ethan will be back by then.)

I congratulate Casualty on actually pulling away from the obvious way to write Ethan out - having a sudden, quick deterioration of his Huntington’s that means he can’t work anymore. That would’ve been such an obvious, cliched way to do it, and I’m glad they went for something nicer and more gentle. Plus, this allows him the option to return.

One of the big reasons I’m convinced George Rainsford will come back eventually is that I get the impression he’d really want to see the Huntington’s storyline through. He’s always seemed quite passionate about the portrayal and like he feels he has a duty to get it right - I’ve always had a lot of respect and admiration for him because of that.

Anyway, yeah, I’m not a big Ethan fan - I can take or leave him - but I’m glad he got a happy ending. He’s most definitely earned it.

I really thought George Rainsford’s performance was very good tonight, as well. I tend to find him a bit up-and-down as an actor - though when he’s good he’s really good. I think giving Ethan such a quiet exit helped. George hasn’t always done so well with the shouty-drama-stuff (although to be fair, in many cases he hasn’t exactly had the greatest scripts to work with! It may be that the bad writing for Ethan between 2018-2019 is dragging my opinion down here), but he’s much more consistently good in more understated material.

It was good to see Fenisha’s parents again, even though it did remind me of how much I miss her. And I loved Ethan saying he’ll take Bodhi to see where Fenisha was born. <3

The last few scenes with Dylan and Ethan, and then Stevie and Ethan, were very cute. I loved the little handshake between Dylan and Ethan.

Elsewhere, I’m really glad to see they’re revisiting Jacob’s domestic abuse storyline. I’ve been frustrated for a while now over a seeming lack of aftermath (has it even been mentioned - apart from this episode, of course - since he bought up his experience with Tina when Matthew made the accusation against Stevie?), so it’s a relief that they’re delving into this story again and exploring how it’s still affecting him. I liked the scenes with Jacob and May, and found it very sad (although realistic) how Jacob panicked and ran out on their date. I hope May comes back - I’d like to see her and Jacob properly get together.

I thought the support group scenes were very well done as well. And Charles Venn was great, as always. I didn’t catch the name of the actor who played Jacob’s friend from the group, but I thought he was really good as well.

I loved the Stevie content in this episode, but I really am hating Marcus more and more by the week. I know we’re supposed to be infuriated by him, but that isn’t making his infuriatingness any easier. The way he hid and then threw away Stevie’s USB drive for the presentation - yikes. Just yikes.

In happier news, Stevie being handed a toddler and not knowing how the fuck she was supposed to handle him definitely made me get even more Henrik vibes from her than I usually do, lol.

The Dylan storyline is getting more interesting and complicated by the week. I’m still thinking there will be multiple perpetrators abusing the care home residents, to show just how common and systemic it is (as that seems to be the message they’re going for with this storyline), but James, Josh’s friend, definitely seems to have something to do with the neck injuries. Maybe he works at the care home. I guess we’ll have to see how it plays out.

However the story goes, I’m really glad Casualty are doing this storyline. It’s a difficult watch, but it’s a really important subject that isn’t talked about enough, and if they can raise awareness for this kind of abuse, and maybe even help people spot the signs, that’s a good thing. (I also find it interesting how we’ve got multiple different abuse-related stories running at once. Elder abuse and disability-related abuse in the Dylan storyline, coercive control is starting to come in from Marcus to Stevie, and we’ve got the aftermath of DV with Jacob. It could so easily feel like too much, but I think it’s actually being done really well.)

Next week we’ve got a double episode, so I’m excited for that! I can’t wait to review the two episodes. :)

[a-spell-a-rebel-yell]

April

hello lads & lasses! hope everything is well and everyone’s doing good 😊 i'm actually on time again because i'm done with all of my assignments hurrah!

April marked the end of Ramadan and all the fun it brought along, but my first Ramadan as an ortho resident was cool! spent a quiet Eid this year, just at home with my immediate family and enjoyed lazying around all day. it's quite funny how getting older doesn't change my opinion that staying in is still the best thing ever 😂

two days after Eid i got to watch Joko Anwar’s Siksa Kubur and i feel like i’m about to be a true cinephile lol as i left the cinema with so many things in my mind unrelated to the horror film but about faith and belief - like a true philosophy student 🤪 i love Jokan’s unorthodox approach to incite something in the audiences’ minds and hearts, his works really get you thinking critically. maybe not everyone’s cup of tea as some catalogued them as ‘boring’ or ‘pretentious’ but i guess you enjoy what you count as entertainment. not understanding his way of delving into things doesn’t exactly mean your brain doesn’t have the capability to process them, just that you simply do not seek recreation from it.

in line with faith and belief, it brings back to me this John Green quote from The Perks of Being A Wallflower: we accept the love we think we deserve - altered my brain chemistry when i read it the first time all those years ago - that the way you perceive things really does matter and control how you’re living your life. a simple example, if you think of happiness in a narrow and limited definition of such and such, it will be more than difficult to find happiness: you’ll be inclined to think life is perpetually hard, no joy at all, et cetera… only by gaining knowledge (therefore, wisdom) you can broaden your view and know that it’s all in every crevices of life. boom, life-changing way of thinking! which is why i don’t think humans will ever be able to judge why things happen the way they are or let alone try to defy Allah’s plans simply because of our finite and bounded point of view. this is where tawakkul plays its role (again, of course, Allah is always with us) and i just love how again and again belief and faith go hand in hand. and how knowing this - essentially having knowledge - is an omnipotent power!

about dealing with grief, no matter how many years have passed it is still grief. but it is also the solid proof that i am capable of such immense and intense love that too i can recognize grief of this unmeasurable degree. i’ve been shown and experienced how everything never went to waste, it all amounts to something. though bloodied and battered, it is with grace and dignity. my mind flitted back into one of my favorite quote from Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince, said by Harry himself (“It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew - and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents - that there was all the difference in the world.”) in summary? persevere and survive. endure and survive.

of course i am capable of forgiving, i am all about putting things behind in the past, all done’s begone. but it’s not necessarily that, to me it’s forgive but do not forget. it reminds me of the story of Rasulullah and Wahsyi (who killed Hamzah pbuh) how Allah understands Rasulullah’s feelings on the murder (if you’re not familiar with the story, read here) so, like a mere human being that i am, sometimes i contemplate about how the people who’ve caused me great suffering and once made my life a continuous torture can live their wonderful life happily, without guilt, with no repercussions whatsoever. my answer came a few weeks ago when i read this article mentioning how their punishment is who they are - and that stopped me in my tracks. the way those callous people never realized the extent of what they did to me, they tend to never learn - therefore never made themselves better and ingrained in their souls are the foul, immoral things they did. the stain of what they did will follow them in the way they will unconsciously carry the impulse wherever they go - they tend to repeat it again, which ensures the fact that they will get the consequences one way or another, for Allah is Just. added a new prayer to my repertoire: may i never be the reason someone has to force themselves to learn how to stop having breakdowns every once in a while…

in a lighter note, it’s one month before my very first ortho dept gathering and we still haven’t rehearsed the performance we need to do omg 😭 also can’t believe we’re reaching the end of second semester, marking my first year as an orthodontic resident! it's quite funny to me the way that the times i've visited the UI Depok campus can be counted by fingers... had my first ever offline exam at Depok and wow the campus is so spacious and i've been a Salemba girlie for so long the amount of students there kinda surprised me lol i'm so used to cramped spaces at Salemba 😭😭 but yeah to me it's Salemba > Depok simply because Depok's temperature is too hot! i can't stand it!

more of my friends are getting accepted into residency this year, and i'm delighted! though not everyone go to UI though, some chose Unpad and UGM. very proud of them! i've been persuading lots of my friends to go back to school 😂

anyways, that's all for this month, i'll get back to you on May's post! stay under shade, stay away from the sun, and make sure to hydrate yourself! take care 💙

[juniperhillpatient]

Care to share one or more of your takes you would consider controversial for atla.

Ooh this is tough cause I feel like I’m constantly sharing my ATLA opinions so they’re mostly known 😅

A rundown of bullet point takes that I won’t budge on & think are straightforward but see people debating constantly anyway 👁👁

The Boiling Rock Betrayal was well written & did make sense people just over complicate it. Mai & Ty Lee deserved more detailed examinations of their views in other instances but it’s extremely plain what happened in this instance: adrenaline fueled actions were taken in an emergency / life threatening situation. Mai & Ty Lee weren’t wrong to save lives (it also wasn’t planned? why & how do people think it was?) & Azula was sympathetic for being hurt after the betrayal (but she was still unequivocally the villain here)

We don’t know enough about Ursa from the show to truly know what her relationship with Azula was like, making multiple interpretations of the dynamic equally valid

This is less about the show itself (though the comics & the writers being insecure about their canon ship don’t help) & more the fandom but K.at.Aang vs. Z.utara arguments are some of the most obnoxious pointless arguments I’ve ever seen & the slander toward both Aang & Zuko from opposing sides is REALLY sad considering their friendship & character arcs are at the heart of the show. It’s a kid’s show y’all calm down you can want whichever cartoon characters you want to kiss it’s not that serious. These arguments also tend to frame Katara as a prize to be won rather than one of the most badass characters in her own right & it’s uncomfortable

Anti Zuko takes from Azula fans & anti Azula takes from Zuko fans are both equally embarrassingly hypocritical & ugly

Hm okay a lot of these have had to do with the Fire Nation characters, let’s mix it up. Sokka isn’t a super genius OR a dumbass. He’s someone who would get bad grades for not doing his homework cause it’s boring but he aces every test. He’d explain some complicated physics subject to you then eat pizza out of the garbage in front of you. This one might not be *that* controversial but I do feel like I see debates over his intelligence lol

Southern Raiders is a great episode & it’s not about shipping (I mean it *can* be but that’s not the main point) it’s about opposing ideologies. Katara not necessarily forgiving Yon Rha but also not killing him is an AMAZING Katara moment where she makes the best choice for HER. If you hate this episode cause of shipping discourse or bad takes or whatever you’re missing out on an excellent episode that finally explores the anger & grief Katara has over her mother’s death. I see so much discourse over this episode but I try to ignore it cause it’s one of my favorite episodes & I don’t want fandom bs to ruin that for me

I loved Jet & felt like there was a lot to explore in this kid who’s charming & manipulative because he had to become that way because of trauma & wanted to care for other kids. I loved his dynamic with Katara & later Zuko & seeing how he’d changed. I initially thought his death, while it made me sad, was narratively fair to drill home the brutality of war. But the vagueness & later jokey callback changed my mind. Can’t drill home brutality if you’re gonna write it like *that.*

Final take & this is about the fandom at large: we forget this is an early 2000s kid’s show. It was fantastic storytelling visually beautiful & we wouldn’t still be talking about it if the characters didn’t grip us. The endless discourse & debates over things that don’t matter are tiring & ultimately a waste of time & energy - so that’s my final unpopular atla take for the day 😄 (also I’m NOT claiming to be guiltless when it comes to partaking in these debates lol) (also this isn’t about *analysis* which is always fun I’m talking more about discourse over dumb shit like why iroh gave azula a doll)

Thanks for the ask!

[mrssnivellussnape]

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Scared, Severus?

Requested by Anon: ‘Heyyy, first off I just wanted to say how amazing I think your work is, I practically read everything you post, and I’m just in love with all of your smut content 😍🥵; However can I please request a lil fluffy scene where Severus Snape and his apprentice are brewing a batch of amortentia and Snape refuses to smell it, knowing it’ll confirm he is in love with her. Just generally fluffy content and funny banter between them please 🥰 Add anything extra you’d like, I just need to see this interaction!’

An: Sure! Let’s do it 😂🥰! This was more difficult than I though it would be but eventually it started to flow :)! Enjoy ❤️❤️❤️!

Pairings: Severus Snape x Reader

Words: 5.7k

Warnings: sexual tension that doesn’t get acted upon

“Afternoon, Severus.” You greeted, sending him an offered smile. He returned it with a grunt that amused you, “That kind of day, huh?”

He looked up at you from where he was grading the papers from the previous week, “Even on the weekends, these petulant children still seem to find a reason to bother me.” Shaking his head, he set his quill down to stand and properly face you.

“Exactly how have they disturbed you so?” You questioned and followed him to the back of the classroom.

He didn’t answer right away, instead he chose to lay the materials out for the current potion you two would be brewing. He meticulously placed each item in an order from what you’d be using first to last, to how important it was (which in Severus’ opinion, every step was important and each one mattered on its own).

After making sure everything was to his liking he walked over to his storage cupboard, still not having said a word, and got one of his most used cauldrons. He placed a matching one down for you - not one as nice as his, but it would still get the job finished - and finally turned to look at you. “Not only have two of them bumped into me, but they chose to be obstreperous in the corridors. They have a common room for a reason.”

“Honestly, Severus,” you chuckled. “They’re children, they’re supposed to be exuberant.”

He scoffed, “I did not say exuberant, I said obstreperous.”

“Just because you say the word in a more polished manner doesn’t mean the meaning isn’t the same. Boisterous, uproarious, disorderly; whichever way you flip it, it’s all the same.” You shrugged.

“Forgive me, but it sounds like you’re making excuses for them.” He raised that signature brow.

“Well,” you mumbled. “They’re children, Severus. What do you want them to be? Quiet, to themselves, and obedient?”

He sent you a look that suggested that that was exactly how he wanted them to be, “At the very least they could learn to be acquiescent.” He complained.

“Why are you using these big words?” You frowned. “Finally opened that thesaurus Anders got you for Professor Appreciation Day?”

He smirked at your teasing, “As if I’d use something as appalling as that.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to broaden your vocabulary. That is how we learn after all.” You slightly hit his shoulder, earning a soft chuckle from him.

He nodded in what you considered agreement, until he spoke and said, “Yes, well I’m sure you’d think that.”

“Sod off, will you.” You laughed. You watched as he rolled up his sleeves, even though neither piece of the material moved out of the way, and prepared himself to begin the process of brewing.

You noted the obvious ingredients: Ashwinder egg, rose thorn, peppermint, powered moonstone, pearl dust. Your eyes scanned over each one, studying them before your gaze peered up to Severus’ and you two locked eyes. You chose to take a turn and raise your eyebrow now.

“Amortentia?” You questioned. He nodded and you continued, “Finally found the one, eh, Severus?”

“My apologies, I think I’ve forgotten just how funny you are.” He dryly remarked, though, you could tell he was amused. “Are you ready to begin?” At the tilt of your head, you two began the mixture.

The room was quiet, both of you focusing solely on the concoction - it couldn’t be messed up and one wrong move meant you two had to start over. You two worked well together, one person at their cauldron, the other at theirs, but with Severus moving from one to the other. No matter how much you assured him you no longer needed help (because apparently one potion spill was enough to justify Severus hovering over you constantly), he still found a way to help you.

Oddly enough, he was always finding ways to aid you. Whether it was with a problem you were dealing with - something Severus didn’t help anyone else with, or in assisting him with different variables in a potion or spell. He was rather generous with you as well, he never seemed to mind whenever you bothered him, despite him being in a sour mood majority of the time. It felt nice for the moody Professor, who rarely showed anyone an emotion other than annoyance or irritation, to have a noticeable soft spot for you.

You weren’t the only one to point it out. Both Minerva and Albus had commented on it, and you’d heard the students murmur rumors about Severus being attracted to you. They were always followed up by a nasty comment or a disbelieving remark, ones that were more than unnecessary.

Maybe you had noticed it, it was kind of hard not to. Severus tried to hide it, but his expressions softening when you came around, the way his eyes found yours and would consistently stay on you. How the subtle brush of his fingertips against your side in passing always seemed to send butterflies through your stomach, and a faint blush upon the stoic man’s cheek. There were small signs that allowed his fondness of you to show and you always made sure to pay attention to them.

“I’d suggest you not do that quite yet,” Severus’ voice broke through your dazed state. But at your confused stare he supplied, “You missed a handful of steps and you’re already attempting to add the Ashwinder egg.”

Your eyes dropped to your hand, you’d been on autopilot, which wasn’t the smartest thing to do when brewing. You felt a flush of heat at almost having a mixture either fail, or explode in front of you. The last thing you wanted was for Severus to see you looking so foolish, despite him having already done so many times.

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

But Severus hadn’t been upset, luckily he’d caught you in time, “No need for apologies, Y/n, just try to pay attention this time.”

Letting out a staggered noise, “I wonder how many of your students would be surprised if you let them off as easy as you do me.”

“Possibly all of Hogwarts, no doubt.” He agreed.

“Severus.” You called. When you received his attention, you decided to push forward with your question. “Why is that? The fact that you don’t become angry or upset with me whenever I mess something up.”

The question dwelled in his mind for a while, it didn’t appear as if he had the answer. Nor did it seem that he had the answer you’d been hoping for. It might’ve shown visibly on your face, because nearly immediately after, he was quick to answer, “You haven’t ruined anything today.”

“Well, I wasn’t necessarily just speaking about today, really. You always brush off my mistakes, or accept when I’ve made an error; hardly so, you never yell at me.” You pressed on.

Severus stirred the cauldron in a clockwise direction six times. Letting it stand for one minute, he then stirred six times in a counter-clockwise direction; after three minutes repeating the process twice. His lack of words or want to fill the tense silence aggravated you. There was no need for him to be rude about your curiosity and if he hadn’t wanted to answer the question at all, he should’ve said so.

But alas, after minutes that’d seemed to drag out far longer than they should’ve, he finally answered, “With you being my assistant, I don’t think it would be appropriate for the two of us to be at odds. It is best that you and your partner work together, civilly, rather than in an angry manner. Lest, of course, either of our moods affect how we brew.”

You nodded solemnly, silence would’ve been the better answer, “Right.” You agreed. That had possibly been one of the worst subtle rejections you’d ever dealt with.

More silence ensued after that, one that made it seem Severus was content with. Though you, on the other hand, felt uncomfortable. You knew you weren’t delusional when it came to Severus. Yes, he wasn’t blatantly obvious, but he had shown something. And others had agreed with you that he in fact had displayed some form of interest. Either way, you begrudgingly shrugged it off, choosing to instead focus on the task at hand.

Sometime after that conversation, both you and Severus had come to nearly a simultaneous stop, with you finishing exactly 3 seconds before he had. You looked over at him with a satisfied smirk, while he looked at you with a hint of surprise. You had never been one to finish around the same time he had let alone before he did, no matter how long the two of you had been working together.

“Guess the student has become the professor, eh?” Not allowing your proud smile to fall, you walked over to his, inspecting it then looking back up at him.

He gave the smallest inclination of his head, “It would appear so.” He agreed. “Though, I’ve found myself confident in the fact that everything isn’t always what is seems.”

You squinted your eyes at his remark, “Oh yeah?” You nudged him out of your way and walked to his cauldron while concurrently pushing him towards yours. “If you’re so sure that yours is better, why don’t you smell mine? You know, since that alone can inflict a reaction.”

Severus merely raised an eyebrow. Clearly he wasn’t going to play your little game. So instead, “I’ll smell yours, wise one, since you think it’s so much better, and I’ll let you know if it’s correct or not.”

“There is no need to check mine. Are you not the apprentice?” He questioned your offer now, a new emotion set upon his face.

“I am,” you agreed. “But there’s no harm in me smelling your mixture, is there?” You challenged him. You knew he wouldn’t put up a fight, there really was no need too anyhow.

He relaxed his tense shoulders and sighed before rolling his eyes and waving his hand towards the cauldron. You grinned in triumph and leaned towards the vat.

The closer you had gotten to the potion, the stronger the different scents had gotten. Multiple different smells that made up one individual in particular invaded your nostrils, creeping up into your nasal cavity and penetrating your olfactory cortex.

The mother-of-pearl sheen and rising, spiraling steam brought you in, locking you where you stood and incapacitating your ability to breathe properly. Your breathing deepened, eventually slowing down and accepting the potion’s fumes as if it was the only way to breathe. You closed your eyes, allowing the aroma to waft around you and tighten its hug like hold on you, keeping you exactly where it wanted you. Within in instant, as if your previous conversation had capsulated the fragrance, and the distance you’d been at before hadn’t been enough, each whiff hit you like stray bludgers.

Leather: Severus had always been well versed with potions, from the time he’d began attending Hogwarts to when he’d taken over teaching the class for Slughorn. The leather bound books his slender, potion stained fingers would gently caress, how he’d fondle the pages in the most fragile ways - as if they’d unveil some hidden, secret message that only he could see or understand. He’d always handled them with such care, and it sent a pang of warmth straight to your chest to see how delicate he could be; how passionate he was with the arts of potion making.

Mahogany Wood: His desk had always been cluttered, no matter how many times you poked fun at him or made jokes about his sense of humor being hidden under the many things piled on top of it. He never seemed to care. It always made you laugh at how he claimed it was so easy to find things yet he was never able to do so when you were around (a lie you both knew wasn’t true, but neither of you spoke on). The smooth expanse of his desk alone happened to be impressive despite his added touch.

Firewhiskey: He’d have a nightcap either every Friday or every other, it depended on how bad his day had gone or how misbehaved the children had chosen to be. Severus would always extend an invitation to you to join him for a glass, sometimes offering you the decanter if he thought you needed more than he was pouring. The smooth, fiery liquid would visibly glide down his throat in a rough manner; in a way that showed how tiring the day had been. When he’d lean forward to place the glass down, and his hand would brush against yours on the comfy, leather couch, his breath would fan over you ever so slightly. He’d watch as you’d drink yours, eyes never leaving the column where your neck and shoulder met and then following your gaze. All while piercing you with his.

Tobacco: You’d caught Severus, on several occasions, smoking by a bench near the front gates. It had surprised you the first time, but when you thought about how many students he had to deal with in a day and how often they seemed to bother him, it’d made sense. You’d asked him if it’d been a long day and he’d given you an uncharacteristically loud snort at the question, to which he replied back that it’d been the longest. Since then, you’d always catch him when you went for your night walks. He’d offer either his or another one he happened to have, but you’d always say no. Cigarette smoke had never been a smell you liked, though, you were well acquainted with it; you did, however, like how the pungent scent smelled on Severus. It was different with him and in an odd way he made it attractive.

Old Parchment: Severus enjoyed reading, that much you knew. Whether it was a potions journal, a book that he’d had for ages and still found fond, or the latest edition of Witch Weekly (no matter how much he tried to deny, there was no mistaking that time you’d caught him reading the magazine with such interest). He enjoyed books that looked more ancient than Merlin himself and, due to the dank smell of the pages and torn covers, the smell always seemed to stay on his fingers. When he’d reach for something while standing in front of you, the strong scent of old parchment and herbs would puncture your senses, causing you to close your eyes and discreetly inhale. The same scent always stayed on his robes as well. It was intoxicating

Severus had known that brewing an Amortentia potion with you was probably a bad idea, but that thought had been cemented when you’d asked him why he was so easy on you. He knew, obviously, why but that wasn’t information he was ready to divulge just yet.

He’d seen the way your shoulders had slackened, and he’d definitely heard the disappointment in your tone when he spoke with you after. Still though, he wasn’t going to openly tell you that he had feelings for you, not yet anyway, and he wasn’t sure if he’d ever find the courage to do so. Not that he was cowardly, because a man in his position had no choice to be anything other than valiant. No, he’d just successfully dodged your question and seeing your saddened expression would just have to hurt him.

What he hadn’t been planning on, though, was you asking him to take a whiff of your own concoction because he’d tested your skill. You two had always gone back and forth about who had the better expertise when it came to brewing, and although it was always a joke - you both knew who’s dexterity was better - you still came pretty close. Severus found entertainment in humbling you, reminding you that you were his apprentice and not the other way around, but that didn’t mean that he treated you any differently. He could admit that you were almost as adroit as he was. Almost.

When you’d asked him, it’d caught him off guard; surely you knew he’d already smelled the general potion before. There was no need for him to do so, but he knew that you were a determined woman and that you wouldn’t let it go. It’d been years since he’d been affected by the effects of Amortentia. Only one other woman had been recognized when he’d catch whiffs off the steam that rose from the cauldron, and he’d come to hate that fact over time.

Forcing himself out of his thoughts, he noticed how smoothly you stepped to the brew. Your body had looked almost as if you’d been floating and your eyes had drooped down quite a bit before you took a profound inhale.

During your time smelling whatever had you entrapped in your spot, Severus noted your appearance. Your hair was pushed behind you, the smooth tresses shining in the dim light of the dungeons. Your skin had a soft glow coating it, bathing your beauty in an iridescent glimmer that bounced off of you; it glued Severus’ eyes to you in a way. Your stance was relaxed and your body was nearly curled over the cauldron. You were trying to get more of it, he noted, and it left him wondering what you were smelling.

Not too long after, he pulled you back by your shoulder; you’d been inhaling the fragrance for longer than you should’ve. He’d first seen how your pupils were severely dilated and if he wasn’t such a dignified man, he would’ve jumped back in shock. Your eyes followed his and then travelled across his face, it helped make him briefly self conscious before it intrigued him.

Not a moment later, your eyes returned back to their normal state and you had that self satisfied smirk that Severus had come to adore. He raised his eyebrow in questioning, his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he wanted - needed to know what you smelled.

You paused a moment longer, “Lilacs, over pungent cologne, hairspray, and cinnamon toothpaste.” The last word had come out as confusion, apparently you weren’t quite sure about that one.

Nevertheless, Severus had to hide his disappointment at the smells. He was certain none of those smells correlated with him; he never wore cologne, hairspray would never come close to touching his hair, and he only used Daniel Dampier’s Mintiest Dentifrice when brushing his teeth. On the other hand, he had used lilacs in his potions for some time now, but that still wasn’t enough.

“I don’t think I know anyone who fits that, how odd.” You mumbled. Severus hadn’t noticed the peek you’d taken at him from the corner of your eye.

Severus had an idea of who that description fit and it admittedly angered him. Of all the loathsome people he could think of, and it happened to be the most ironically dumb, nauseatingly talkative fraud he’d known. It baffled him, truthfully.

“Anyway,” you broke the silence. “Your turn.” You smiled at him.

He’d regretted this from the start, now he was thinking of quick ways to get out of the situation. Where’s that old coot barging in when you need him, Severus thought. A nice distraction would do the room some good. Maybe he could stall out the inevitable and dissuade you from wanting him to smell the mixture. That wouldn’t work because he knew that you weren’t so easily moved.

“Something wrong, Severus?” You asked. He’d been taking too long and your patience was wearing visibly thin.

He cut his eyes at you. Why, he didn’t know as he wasn’t upset with you per se. “Just wondering why you’re so keen on me smelling this ghastly potion.”

You stepped closer to him, “For that reason right there; so I can prove I’ve done it perfectly, if not better than you have.”

“And when have you ever cared to prove something?” His voice had dropped an octave, it’d gone unconsciously huskier at your close proximity.

You let the inquiry rest in the air, ruminating just what you wanted your answer to be, “Your opinion matters to me, Sev. Won’t you help a poor girl - your apprentice, out?” Your own tone had taken on a pitch that was barely above a whisper, due to that, both of you could hear the hitch in his tone.

Severus let out a loud sigh before walking up to your cauldron and allowing the scents to treat him as well as they’d seemed to have done you. He felt the familiar tug of the fragrances and the warm feeling they sent through his body. He tried, futilely, to fight them off but to no avail. He’d succumbed to the shackles that the potion had on him and unwillingly started to encourage the sensation. He felt temporarily good, he needed more.

Vanilla: You’d always had the significant smell of vanilla embedded onto your skin, whether it was an oil, cream, or perfume, Severus didn’t know. What he was sure of, though, was that he liked it. A lot. No matter where he went, or how long you’d left a spot, he’d always get the strongest whiff of the smell. It was creamy and warm, it invited him towards it. There was a hint of exotic and moody undertones, something that made him go nearly feral - yet it was elegant because he associated it with you. It fit so well on you, as if the smell was made for just you.

Autumn Leaves: Severus’ favorite time of the year had always been Autumn. Seeing how the leaves change color, the air becomes a cool breeze instead of the sticky, humid air the summer holds, and different items become available for ingredients for a few of his potions. But ever since he had met you, those previous reasonings had become a faint memory in the back of his mind. You’d taken his favorite season and made it yours. How your robes would change from the softer tones to deeper, warmer ones; the way your hair contrasted the gloomy weather; and your enjoyment of the season overshadowed everything else. You’d appreciated it as much as he had, and you’d always find time to sit outside, enjoying the weather. You had made it a habit to invite Severus, something he’d been grateful for. When you’d get cold from foolishly forgetting your warmer cloak, he’d take his off and place it over your shoulders, never allowing you to do so, and comment on how silly it was for you to have neglected bringing it.

Freshly Baked Brownies: You enjoyed baking, everyone knew that. You’d bring either sweets that you made from new recipes, or tasty pastries that had been a family secret for generations. The students appreciated them tremendously and you loved seeing their faces when you handed them out. Severus was always given his own, special treat. While everyone else enjoyed pumpkin pasties, your mini apple tarts, or the glazed croissants with hazelnut spread; he preferred your brownies. They were always so fresh and rich and homemade, they ironically reminded him of home. They were always so moist and fluffy. When he’d told you that chocolate was the only sweet he really indulged in, you’d added a drizzle of chocolate syrup on top of them. That’d aided in his attraction to you even more.

Crisp New Pages: Unlike himself, one of the things he liked about you was that you always smelled like a new book. The smell was as if he was reading a firm and fresh novel, finding enjoyment the more he turned the smooth pages. You were as lively as a character he’d grown to love over the course of his read, a character who, once you’d gotten through every possibly layer they had, there was another blanket to uncover. Your smile was as crisp as new pages and your tongue as sharp as the inevitable paper cut, but unlike that, he enjoyed the razor feeling.

You watched as the man no longer stood rigid in front of you. Instead, his stance took on a relaxed one. His wonted posture fell hunched in comparison to his assertive, shoulders back, chin high bearing. His hands were gripping the edges of the station, curling underneath it as if holding onto it was tethering him to the stone ground.

After a certain inhale, he’d tilted his head back in reverie and it’d caused him to nearly lose focus on the mixture in front of him. When he hadn’t backed away from it, you took it upon yourself to do what he had done earlier and gently pull his forearm to bring him back.

His eyes, too, were dilated. The tilt of his lips that held something other than his usual smirk, an almost smile that took over his whole face in a way, was a bright expression. It made your heart leap at how happy he’d looked. His eyes focused on yours while he stepped closer to you.

Your breath caught in your throat at the intense gaze he fastened you in. He was impossibly close, close enough to do something that should’ve been done months ago, in your opinion. Before you had the chance to do anything, he blinked and a faint blush, one that wouldn’t have been able to noticed if you were a meter more away from him, covered his cheeks. He backed away ahead of your ability to do so.

“What… what’d you see?” You breathed out. The air in the room had changed to one of understanding, but neither of you appeared to want to act on the feeling.

Severus was quiet. You could see him internally debating his answer. Until he spoke. “That isn’t important.” He brushed off your answer, going to put away the materials you’d used previously.

“What!” You exclaimed. That wasn’t fair! You’d shared what you’d smelled with him. Well, it wasn’t what you had smelled whatsoever and it had been an enormous lie, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t at least tell you what he smelled. Or a fabricated version of it. “I told you mine, Severus Snape. You’d better tell me yours.”

He turned to face you for the nonce, “And if I don’t?” He asked.

Squinting your eyes at his cool manner, “Why won’t you tell me what you smelled?” You pressed.

“Why do you want to know so badly? Is there something that you’d like to hear specifically?” He continued to do what he’d been trying to do before you’d stopped him, not paying you any mind.

You knew better. His faux-poised attitude was too obvious. He’d smelled something that’d made all of what he’d been thinking about all the more real. If only you knew what it was, then you could dig deeper and find exactly what you were looking for.

Perhaps thinking whatever had been boiling in that cauldron, whatever aroma had wafted through his nose, had anything to do you with you was hopeful. Too hopeful. You’d never been one for that kind of thinking, though, and seeing how he was behaving was confirming your suspicion.

If he did have some kind of attraction to you, whether it was strictly sexual and purely fueled by lust, you needed to know. It’d been bugging you ever since Minerva had so openly pointed it out and now you weren’t going to miss the opportunity to find out. Sometimes a different approach was best.

“Because I’m curious.” You simply stated.

He rolled his eyes, “Haven’t your parents ever told you to mind your own business?”

“They did,” you nodded. “But that doesn’t mean curiosity doesn’t get the best of me. So tell me what you smelled.”

“Then you must not have heard the tale of what curiosity did to the intrusive cat.” He shrank both cauldrons, sending them flying back to his cupboard, and scooping up all of the fallen debris from the used ingredients.

He was readying himself to pick up the remaining rose petals that were resting to his left when you placed your hand on top of them. He’d been quicker than you, and his hand found them before yours, thus leaving your not-so-quick to hand rest on his. You both jerked your hands back quickly and you cleared your throat. He still wasn’t going to be let off that easy.

He snatched the petals and bottled them away when you spoke up, “What are you afraid of, Severus?” You were a couple centimeters far from his face while looking up at him, searching his eyes for any future fabrications he was sure to conjure up.

“Excuse me?” He stared back at you, but for the first time since you’d known each other, he was the first one to look away. He felt as if you’d been probing his mind. “Would you move, please?”

Your eyebrows fell and that smirk, the one that mirrored his in the damnedest way, etched its way back onto your face, “Of course, Severus.” You obliged and stepped out of his way.

He headed to his desk to look at his next classes for the week and occupied himself with such. You’d taken the liberty of conjuring up those same two cauldrons he’d put away, the only ones you two used when working together, and brought them back to your stations. Severus looked up when he heard the metal clang of the table being struck, and he jumped back when his journal was forcibly snatched away from him. He watched as it landed on the table in front of you.

His confused glance made you giggle, “Surely you haven’t forgotten.” You crossed your arms.

“About?” There was the familiar brow.

“Your advanced potions class, you dunderhead.” You answered. You looked down at what potion would be used next and the triumphant feeling inside you returned, “See here,” you held the book up to his moving form. “You have a lesson that involves them learning Veritaserum.”

His face fell for the briefest second and if you blinked, you would’ve missed it. You two always tested the potions that you brewed, either solely on you, or on both of you. And he knew by that smug look you had on your face that you had plans for this next batch. He could only hope that he’d be able to maneuver his way out of it this time.

You left him to gather his thoughts while you went and collected the necessary ingredients and utensils needed. He hadn’t moved from his spot by the time you’d gotten back, so you’d decided to brush past him with your hand on his lower back, “Excuse me, Sev.” You murmured, adding fuel to the kindling fire.

As much as you knew, your assumptions had been answered. If he hadn’t have felt some type of way for you, he wouldn’t have reacted as he had. He knew exactly what he smelled in that previous potion and his subtleness had betrayed him by abandoning him when he had needed it the most. Until he told you the truth, maybe you speaking up first, you were going to have fun with the light teasing.

You placed the ingredients down, being gentle with the glass vials, and spread them neatly out. You conjured your own journal and a quill, quickly writing down a few things and humming contentedly to your self. You noticed Severus trying to peak over at what you were writing. “Who knew Amortentia could remove your ability to be elusive.” You snarked. “May I help you?”

Severus saw you place the quill down and stand obstructively in front of the your notebook, “What are you writing?”

“My oh my, how the tables have turned.” Your laugh made him jump. You picked the quill back up and signed off, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“That’s why I asked.” He shot back.

“Tell me what you smelled and I’ll show you. I feel that we both may benefit from it.” You’d said all of this while still looking at the parchment beneath you, causing you to miss Severus’ eyes gloss over in something you’d never seen. “No? Alright then, let’s begin brewing.”

That brought him back to the task at hand, “I thought that was for me to say?” He smirked.

“I thought we’d confirmed that the student had, in fact, become the master?” You tilted your head, looking at him with an amused glance.

He chuckled at the expression and shook his head. He slightly pushed you out of the way to get to his section of the table and start the process all while ignoring your funny stare. He caught you leaning on the table and opening your journal to write something else.

But you were quicker than he was and you started speaking to yourself, “Leather, Mahogany, Firewhiskey, and Tobacco?” The words were left to hang in the air as you waited patiently for what you wanted.

“What are you doing?” Severus interrogated once more. Though, he continued subconsciously cutting the Adder's Fork.

You hummed again, “Oh nothing, just writing down what I actually smelled in the Amortentia.”

You’d said it so casually that it’d gotten the better of Severus and he had to stop what he was doing to inquisitively look over. He saw that you were definitely writing what you’d said you were and it sent a pang directly to his heart, something he’d never felt before had erupted through his chest and wrapped around him like vines. The feeling kept him in a vice grip still being comfortable enough for him to not feel as if he was choking.

With him having leaned in closer, you got the strongest trace of the acrid scent of cigarettes. They were so strong that you could smell the exact brand (Marlboro) that he’d been smoking the previous night. You allowed the smell to penetrate you and hit your chest, “Definitely tobacco.” You conceded.

He moved away and went back to what he was doing, but the little upturn of his lips refused to leave after your admittance. He turned his head to see your diminutive smile you held before turning his head and keeping focus on what you two were supposed to be doing.

[writerman]

i guess i'll get off your doorstep then lmao.

im not sure what im asking exactly or what i expect you to say but i wondered how you went about finding your interests and found contentment in them disregarding what anyone else around you was doing. seeing that you seem pretty confident among other things.

i feel like ive joined so many communities that were either dying and quiet or theyre pretty clique-ish with no way in. im getting a bit tired at hearing to do things for myself when im specifically looking for a sense of community. how do you manage with things like this?

I’m not sure I can give you an answer that will satisfy you. But I’m going to try anyway!

My interests are writing and playing video games, it is fairly easy to be content with both of those things, unless you mean my interest in a particular set of characters that I write for?

If that is what you mean my answer changes a bit. I suppose mostly I’ve never been interested in what everyone else is and that isn’t to say it’s because I’m “that guy”, you know the one.

It’s just a lot of things people like I don’t have an interest in. I genuinely just do what I want and enjoy what I like.

That doesn’t mean I’ve always been that way, I used to care very much about how I was perceived- now I just don’t.

But finding a sense of community in fandom can be hard, I’ve been there never knowing how to interact with those that enjoy the same things as you.

For a long time I didn’t want to post anything about fandom because I was terrified that people would yell at me for my “wrong opinions” but one day I just realised that didn’t matter, like wtf why am I worried about a faceless person on the internet?

If I appear confident with the things I say and do that’s great but that came with a lot of time to reflect on why I wasn’t confident before and age. Not saying you have to be older to be wiser but it does help a tiny bit.

I can’t tell you how to find that sense of community because I’m not good at that kind of social activity. I don’t talk in big servers, and I don’t have popular posts or popular fanfic.

I’m, unfortunately, doing this for myself and the fact that others have started to enjoy it too is great but it doesn’t always work that way. But I appreciate every interaction I have on this webbed site 😂

I’m really sorry that I can’t help you, a lot of the time I’m not good with words or advice. Maybe a lot of this doesn’t make sense and I’m sorry about that too.

Please know you can always come to my IM or inbox and chat- community starts slow, I think, and it builds bit by bit you just have to be willing to throw your oar in and even if no one else is rowing.

If none of this helps I’ll buy you a pizza as apology ✌️

[more4gemini]

Heeey ❤👋 for the tag: 1, 6, 11, 18, 20, 23, 26, 30, 31, 35, 36, 39, 40, 43, 45, 47, 48, 49, 51, 53, 56, 58, 64, 77, 85, 14. Omg sorry if they're so many! I'm just curious 😋

Omg I forgot I even posted this! This is perfect because I am so bored right now

1. describe yourself: oh god the hardest one. I find it hard to describe myself because I feel like I am always changing. I am technically a certified teacher, I like helping other people and I can seem very quiet unless you really get to know me. I’m a pretty chill person in general, I don’t like to spend my energy fighting with others but if you come at me or ask my opinion I will tell you straight up what I think, I’m not into saving face especially if you aren’t that important to me lol. But generally I think I’m a pretty kind person.

6. what kind of music do you listen to? Pretty much anything and everything other than country and like screamo lol. I love music and my favorite genre really depends on my mood, but my most played are probably RnB, electronic, and 80s/90s pop 

11. if you could describe your perfect room, what would it be? Ooh this is interesting, definitely my bedroom because that’s my favorite place to be. It would definitely be big and open concept, with a massive, super comfy bed right in the middle. It would be right on the beach with giant french doors that open to a balcony, so you can leave them open and have a nice ocean breeze flowing in. It would be nice light colours, very modern decor but casual and comfortable. It would be a safe haven away from everything and everyone ❤

18. guilty pleasures? Idk I guess just Drag Race and Fashion Photo Review lol, but I’m not exactly guilty about those. Also junk food.

20. something most people don’t know about you. Even though I am not the most over-emotional person, I’m a huge sap for happy endings. I only cry at happy things (and dogs) in movies and tv shows.

23. what was your last google search? I bought a Raja tshirt and had to search the US to CAD conversion 😂

26. do you hold grudges or forgive easy? I think I would say I forgive easy but I don’t forget easy. I don’t really hold grudges but I will be very cautious to trust again. But it also depends how big of a fuck up it is.

30. top 5 favorite movies. Awe another thing about me is that I’m TERRIBLE at making decisions 😂okay my top 5 all-time favorites are: The Devil Wears Prada, Miss Congeniality, The Heat, Mean Girls, and Happy Feet 

31. do you believe that everything happens for a reason? Absolutely yes.

35. do you believe in ghosts? Are spirits the same thing? Because I definitely believe in spirits and they scare the fuck out of me.

36. what is the best and worst part of your personality? Damn this is a lot of introspection lol. I’d say the best and worst part about my personality is how laid back I am about things. It’s the best because I really don’t fight or get angry a lot (unless I’m super annoyed) and I’m not very high-maintenance, but my chill personality is also mistaken for not caring and being a bit cold and emotionless. This can be hard in relationships and in life in general as I’m very lazy socially so I do things like forget to text back and make an effort unless its something really important. I also get bored easily and always fear feeling stuck and tied down too much which can make me flakey.

 39. what keeps you up at night? Being on my phone too much, usually talking to someone important 😉also just thinking about time and distance between people

40. would you rather go without your phone or music? Oh god that is impossible actually because all of my music is on my phone lol. But I guess I’d still say phone because I don’t really call anyone and most of the stuff I do on my phone I can do on my computer so yeah. It would still suck though.

43. what’s something that offends you? Stupidity lol. And related to that is ignorance and actually that’s something that really gets on my nerves and offends me is people who say they “disagree” with other’s lifestyle choices and then spout off reasonings that are clearly uneducated and make no sense, yet they refuse to listen and learn. Its the most annoying thing in the world to me.

45. if you were on a 10 hour flight and could sit and talk to any person the entire time, who would it be? Well I have 2 answers for that. One of them is the person who sent me this ask because all I want in the world is to have a real face to face conversation with her, and the other would be Raja because I think she would be a super interesting person to talk to and just a chill plane buddy, I could listen to her talk about anything. And we could also go get high in the airplane bathroom 😉

47. what do you do on your free time? Usually watch netflix and browse here and other social media for Raja and Raven/Drag Race content 

48. is there anyone who has completely lost your respect? I had a friend in college that pretty much stopped talking to me and my other roommates when she got a boyfriend and started starving herself to make herself skinny. Now she only texts or calls when she needs something and I don’t have any time for her anymore.

49. have you ever broken someone’s heart? I don’t think so, at least I hope not!

51. when are you happiest? When I’m listening to music, when I’m with my dog, when I’m high, when I’m dancing, and when I’m talking to the most special people in my life 💖 

53. what is one possession you own you wouldn’t want to live without? My dog. I mean he’s technically my possession but I don’t even think of him that way. He’s my world.

56. what makes you laugh? Raja and Raven being stupid together on Fashion Photo Ruview lol

58. what is important for a successful relationship? Having the same morals, outlook, and priorities in life, being able to communicate openly, respect and an immense amount of love for each other.

64. how are you? honestly. Right now? Tired because its late. In general, I’ve been feeling a little lost lately. I just graduated from college and I’m still not sure which direction I’m going in life. There are many things I want to do but so many of them seem out of reach (mostly for financial reasons) and I hate that I don’t know what to do with myself other than work a job I don’t enjoy.

77. do you usually follow your heart or your head? Definitely my head. I said before that I’m not the most overly-emotional person, and I always think every possibility of every situation through fully before committing to it, to the point of overthinking things. I’m always in my head.

85. what do you wish you knew more about? So many things! I love to learn, I really wish I knew more about other cultures through experiencing them. I want to travel to all kinds of different places and learn so many new things, I hope I can find a way to actually do it one day.

14. do you believe in soul mates? I don’t really know actually. I do think that there are definitely people that you meet in life that you may be destined to meet and be with either romantically or platonically, but then I also feel like every person having only one other person on the entire planet that they should be with is a bit unrealistic. There are so many people in this world, but I also think someone can become your soulmate the more you get to know them. I definitely do believe in destiny and everything happening for a reason though.

[hyunjinz]

Idk if winter falls counts as a bside since it had a whole gorgeous ass mv but rn I’m ADDICTED to it!!!! The melody is perfect the lyrics- the mv- everyone’s voices in it- just everything. I feel like the song is perfect for me🥺😍😮‍💨 OKAY BUT YOURE SO RIGHT!! Debut era is so u n d e r a t e d legit every bside is perfect. well I’ll be honest rock is probably my least fav song of theirs but I didn’t say that n the rest more than make up for that Might be my most fav debuts of all time!!! Even their pre debut is so good😤😤💓💗✊ I became a stay around then too!! Somewhere around my pace and I am you!!!🥰🥰

If I had to list my All Time BSide Favs it’d be insomnia, glow, 3rd eye, 19, phobia, booster, silent cry, question, star lost, b me, pacemaker, sunshine- I legit could go on forever bestie they just make Good Songs!!! N I personally think side effects is the most underrated main track- like I get it’s a lot. But. I couldn’t ask for me for a better title n mv n concept n it can never be replicated😍🙈🥰

q: which member(s) do you relate to the most and why, n for the rest what do you admire about them? (You can do ot8 for both or however you want to do it I just think it’s a wholesome idea) -❄️

hi hi! first of all I'm sorry it took me a while to reply! and second of all I'm gonna put this under read more because it's way longer than i thought it would be jsjdjsjs

OH MY GOD ARE YOU CAPABLE OF READING MY MIND?? hdhdbdh out of the bsides you listed here there's two i don't like that much but the rest are literally all my favs 🤣🤣 and yes side effects is awesome too!! that's one of the few kpop songs even my non kpop friends like lmao but i do understand those who don't like it i see why haha

omg i agree winter falls is SO good 😭😭😭 i knew after the first teaser that i will love it :'))) jisung's songs always hit different 🥺

and yess i wish more people would appreciate their debut era. i think it's a very solid debut album. but omg what is this rock slander hdhdhdh okay I'm joking. I've seen a lot of people who don't like rock so i guess it's just my bad taste because i like it 😂😂

okay i think i relate to jisung the most. he's my virgo brother hsbdbd I'm also an introvert like him you know the type to stay at home and watch a movie instead of going out with friends. and when i read the lyrics to his songs it's always as if it was meant for me because he describes exactly how i feel :')) also I'd like to believe I'm funny but i guess i don't really show that side of me on tumblr lmao but lately i started to somewhat resonate with seungmin. I'm the quiet but savage type even with my friends haha

and for what i admire the most about the boys. chan has amazing leadership qualities and i think it's very admirable how he always looks out for the members and makes sure they're okay and included and listens to them. he has such a calming aura to him and i just love this boy. i think everyone needs a friend like him in their lives :')))

for minho i think he's actually super sweet. i LOVE how he shows his love through small gestures like buying food or something :'))) i can relate to this well because i usually have a hard time verbalizing my feelings. and i also love that he shows real concern like in the haunted house episodes of skz code he always made sure lix was okay and that's just so sweet 🥺🥺🥺

and then changbin. i think he's such an interesting person. i feel like there's definitely more to him than what he usually shows. he gives me mature vibes 👀 he's someone i would love to have late night conversations with and hear his opinion about anything. and i love his confidence so much. like pls can he give some of that to me hdhdbd

hyunjin :'))) such a sweet emotional boy 🥺💖 just wanna wrap him in a blanket and protect him forever. i think he's a good listener, someone you could talk to when something's bothering you. and i appreciate his emotional side too i wanna be sappy together shhdhd and his charisma. i just can't take my eyes off of him he's incredible and talented 😭😭 i have so much love for this boy it's hard to verbalize certain characteristics i love about him djjdjd

i already talked about jisung but i definitely love his sense of humor the most. he's just effortlessly funny and brings up the mood! jisung king 👑

felix 🥺 such a sunshine 🌞 he's so positive all the time and bright and happy and even the smallest things bring him joy 😊 he just has so much love in his little heart 😭 definitely best friend material haha

seungmin! i appreciate his honesty. he just says whatever is on his mind but still not in a rude way. and often what he says comes out so funny 😂 and i love that he's so precise and whatever he does he wants to do it perfectly. I'm like that too but i hope he is not too hard on himself like the way i am with myself sometimes. i just think he's very neat and cool 😎

for jeongin I'd also say his maturity. he's the youngest but it often doesn't feel like it. and i also admire his growth as a person and as an idol. he's growing up in front of our eyes gfhfygh and there's also a sense of independency. like even if he's the youngest he tries not to rely on the others too much. and he's such a bean i love him 🥰

okay wow i didn't mean to write a whole ass novel djsjdbd but i had a lot of fun answering!! maybe a lot of these are just assumptions but.. yeah 😂

also you said your bias is seungmin. why do you bias him? has he been your bias from the very beginning? do you have any other biases in skz?

[thelonesomequeen]

the weirdest part about Jenny's sudden social media disappearance to me isn't so much that she stopped posting since she had said that she was "taking a break" (even though she came back after the holidays lol) and I don't exactly blame her for wanting to back off sm considering some of the comments she gets - what's weird to me is the sudden lack of sightings. It's literally like she just disappeared.

THANK YOU! I’ve been saying this in our mods group chat! Not only is she quiet, but this girl who kept consistently getting spotted all over the place since the start of round 2 is no longer seen anywhere? Even when we know she’s going to pop up somewhere like Texas last night for a show? Was she even big enough of a star to be spotted at all minus her small handful of fans the last few months? This may be going out on a limb a bit here...but I noticed this too, and it made me wonder if she was maybe somehow behind these sightings. What I mean by that is I wonder if she had asked people to tweet about seeing her around, specially when she was around Chris in Atlanta and at the airport to Disney, etc. Funny how the sightings only happened when we KNOW she was in close proximity to Chris... all I can think back to was that first guy who had spotted her getting coffee in Atlanta with her “boyfriend” prior to that Atlanta dinner picture. He would only answer questions in DMs (and even then I don’t think people got much out of him) and kept trying to get in touch with her asking if she would message him saying “there’s some things you need to know.” Something about that interaction ALWAYS struck me as weird and it makes me wonder if she had been behind the sightings by asking an odd stranger to tweet seeing they saw her out and about somewhere. Anyway, just a fun conspiracy theory to speculate on 😂 if no one agrees with me here I’m not going to be put out by it, my opinion is out there lol🦎