#cliff yaps about school

[glamiizasters]

scrolling on my phone like im not about to have to deal with my horrid comp sci principals final in a few minutes

[kerryshifts]

shifting in italy.

note: italy in this reality is full of bigots. so, it's like a romanticised version .... so script out those things if you want the movie-like experience. and no global warming…. i’ll make a list at the end.

italy is a peninsula, except for sardinia and sicily. so, your experience will be different depending on which part you are. you are not only italian, but you are also your region... the most important thing, dare i say? south and north despise each other, while the centre is chilling because no one ever remembers them (which is hilarious, because the capital is there). this is going to be very detailed.

act i, location. where do you live?

NORTH-WEST ...

valle d'aosta. smallest region of italy, where you are living the heidi lifestyle. you are near some of the highest mountains ever: monte bianco, cervino, monte rosa, gran paradiso. so, pretty cold. you have christmas full of snow, and while driving you will probably meet some goats and their shepherd. they always have something profound to say. if you like hiking, it's perfect for you. imagine drinking hot chocolate while the old people of your small town talk about their experiences of when they were young.

liguria. near the sea; the tarquoise waters are the wet dream of the fishermen. you are still surrounded by cliffs and your small towns are an ode to love. this vibe is mainly created by the sunsets and the wine, which you are probably drinking because they don't really care about your age. drinking some kind of alcohol while snacking (sometimes smoking) and laughing with your friends is culture.

lombardia. perfect for pretentious people... just kidding. if you are a fan of big cities, there's milan. city of fashion, chic, and aspiring famous people. everyone is in rush, the trains are never on time, taxis stop every three seconds. everyone has shopping bags in the hands and the bars are always full of people. if you like something more romantic, lakes como and garda are perfect. with the alpine breeze, eating risotto ... paradise on earth.

piemonte. castles everywhere. and wine (are you noticing a pattern here?). turin is full of story and art, and everything looks like a medieval revival. an ice cream shop can be in a 600 years old home, and your school definitely has the name of some historical figure who changed history in some way. the baroque streets are full of people yapping to their friends or family, and you will feel like an noble if you dress up.

NORTH-EST ...

trentino-alto adige. the fresh mountain air, crystal clear lakes, alpine villages. guardian of a remarkable cultural heritage of confluence between latin and nordic worlds. also unique wines (are we alcoholics?) are shaped by the alpine landscape, tended to by experienced wine-growers, and prized throughout the world.

veneto. the canals of venice are the definition of romance. gondolas gliding under ancient bridges, region of romeo and juliet. full of secret alleys who lead god-knows-where. the carnival is known world-wide and probably the best thing that ever happened to mankind... after wine. (did i mention that people here love alcohol?)

friuli-venezia giulia. beautiful sandy and pebble beaches where you can read a book. cultural excursions (schools always go there for excursions) historic towns, castles, fine wines and cuisine, unspoiled nature. very underrated and often forgotten by everyone in italy (or is it just me...?) but a GEM.

emilia-romagna. prosciutto. pasta. what a dream. the medieval towers rise as beautiful as they once were, the scent of the typical italian food hangs in the air like an invitation. its nickname is indeed the food valley of europe. ancient shops, and the art??? ugh!!!! it's also the home of the communists.... if you are interested;)

CENTRE...

toscana. endless vineyards, rustic farmhouses, hills where you can sit and watch the sunrise. art is everywhere. you BREATHE art. florence is literally the city of architecture. having long conversations under cypress trees. lies along the tyrrhenian and ligurian seas. what do you want more (the wine is probably the best one you'll ever have the pleasure to taste).

umbria. the green heart of italy. located right in the centre of the state. rich in art, history and culture, this region is also famous for its wine and olive oil tradition.... because yes wine is everywhere. also the porchetta. what a pleasure is to eat something as tasty as the porchetta from umbria.

marche. no one seems to remember them. but, it's a gem. reinassance towns and streets, and the adriatic coastline right next to them. the countryside is full of olive groves. the resteraunts?? a blessing. olive all'ascolana ... i dream about them every night.

lazio. rome, the eternal city, is here. and this says everything. stories have been written for millennia. filled with passion, art, and culture. and food. the food is so good.

SOUTH...

abruzzo. from the apennine mountains, to ancient villages, people eating porchetta, to unspoiled beaches. well known for its landscapes and natural environment, parks and nature reserves, characteristic hillside areas rich in vineyards and olive groves.

molise. the long-running joke is that it doesn't actually exist. everyone always forgets about them. quiet, small towns, nature.

campania. dear amalfi coast, you are heaven. pastel houses will catch your breath, alongside the food....... dear lord. naples is full of people who do the most weird thing, but isn't that just so beautiful?? sun-drenched shores, and the remains of the historical event of the vulcano vesuvio.

puglia. the heel of italy's boot. golden beaches and crystal-clear waters, intense flavours and fascinating destinations: castel del monte, the trulli, the islands passing through towns kissed by a unique and unforgettable light.

calabria. the toe of the italian boot. the sea, the riace bronzes, reggio calabria and capo vaticano, a captivating mix of history and beauty. warning; the beaches??? spectacular.

basilicata. a land made special by its small silent villages rich in history, its many unspoilt places and enchanting beaches. a unique variety of landscapes including expanses of land, national parks, forests and beautiful lunar-looking landscapes and then the legendary sassi di matera.

ISLANDS...

sicilia. landmarks like the valley of temples and mount etna, its heavenly sandy beaches, delicious wine, and.... mafia origins, so script that out. beside that, it's pure adventure-land. from ancient temples when it was dominated by the greeks, to wines.

sardegna. known the world over for its emerald sea and white beaches, even though the heart of its territory is predominantly mountainous. a land of contrasts, superb nature and millenary traditions.

act ii, education. where do you study?

you will be assigned a section (a, b, c...) and have a class of usually 20 / 24 students. different levels = different schools, so everytime you finish a level you will go to another school, different section, different teachers, different classmates. teachers go in between classes, you only stay in one. usually they let you decorate it. if you fail the year you have to repeat it, saying goodbye to your class and having lessons with the ones younger than you.

level i , primary school: from age 6 to 11.

level ii , secondary school: a.k.a middle school. from age 11 to 14. after the three years you have to make a school leaving exam to see if you can proceed.

level iii , upper secondary school: high school. from age 14 to 19. now this is different from anything else. at the end of middle school you have to choose what kind of school you want to take based on career goals and interests. ( note : all of them have the main important subjects like math and history and italian etc etc, but each focus is different + some of them have different 'main' subjects based on the school. so, this means that the subjects of focus of the school will take more hours than others. you will have to take 10 / 13 classes)

1. liceo ( academic-focused ). they are more theoretical and you will need to proceed to higher education. people say they are the difficult ones....... i kinda lost my mind so i have to agree.

liceo linguistico. foreign languages. you will at least have to take three languages ( italian is not one of them ) and study them in depth.

liceo delle scienze umane. psychology, sociology, pedagogy, and humanities. and philosophy from year three. this was mine!!!!

liceo classico. latin, ancient greek, philosophy, humanities.

liceo artistico. visual arts, architecture, design, artistic techniques.

liceo scientifico. mathematics, physics, science + latin and philosophy.

2. istituti tecnici. provides both general education and technical professions.

tecnologico. mechanism, economics, IT, construction, chemistry, and environmental studies.

economico. business administration, finance, marketing, tourism.

3. istituti professionali. more job-oriented.

hospitality and tourism.

fashion and design.

agriculture.

mathematics and electronics.

health and social services.

school starts on september 15 and ends in early june..... schools day are from monday to satuday ( 8:30 am, at 10:00 am you have 15 minutes to eat your snack, school ends at 1:30 pm ).

GRADING. is based on a scale between zero and ten, with six being the pass..... and yes, they can actually give zero. trust me. (sigh). you have to take regular school exams throughout the year. basically, and for EACH SUBJECT, with each exams you have a number and at the end of the year they sum your number and divide it with how many numbers they gave you. like.... you got a 5 + 8 + 7 + 6? it's 26. there are four numbers so 26:4, and you have 6.5. congrats you passed !!

- oral exams: teacher call students to answer questions about recent lessons. sounds like hell because it is. if the teacher is nice you can see with your classmates which one goes in which lesson so you are prepared. it can be any subject.

- written exams: scheduled. it can be any subject. for italian you have to make essays, usually. latin exams are HELL ON EARTH.

i used to take four exams weekly, so don't script that. please. script that teachers care about you. your mental health will suck because those little shits are awful. the stress is insane. because.... dare i say it...... you don't have to check a box. that's why i envy americans. no, we have to give full answers. you read the question, see the blank space, and if you don't know it you're fucked. and if they don't like it they will mark it as mistake (i am looking at you, ex psychology teacher. I hate you). you have to learn everything word for word like the textbook. but twist the words because "you sound like a parrot"

the core subjects everyone has to take: italian literature, math, history and geography, english, science (biology, chemistry, physics), physical education, religion (optional). as i said, each school will have different core subjects.

THE FINAL EXAM: a.k.a maturità. at the end of the fifth year of high school, you have to take the national diploma. they take place in june (i know. it's torture. the beach is there but you have to study) and they end the first two weeks of july.

first written exam. an italian essay on literature, history, or society.

second written exam. a subject-specific test based on the type of school (e.g., latin/greek for liceo classico).

oral exam. students discuss their final-year project (tesina) and answer questions on different subjects. you have to make this project connect to every subject, everything correlated to each other. teachers can ask everything they want. (this is the same 4middle school).

note: if you fail your fifth year you can't do the final exams and you have to repeat the year. if you fail one or two subjects you have to take summer school, and at the end of summer take an exam to see if you're ready. you fail the exam? you have to repeat the year. if you failed three subjects you OR take summer school (depends on the teacher and depends on your final vote) or you just repeat the year without summer school.

SCHOOL TRIPS.

usually organized once or twice a year. they can range from one-day excursions to multi-day trips in italy or abroad. teachers are the one accompanying the students.

day trips. visits to museums, historical sites, theaters, nature reserves, same city or region.

multi-day trips. last 2-5 days and are often to major italian cities (rome, florence, venice) or european destinations (paris, berlin, barcelona).

from the third high school year, some school offer study trips to the UK, france, or spain. then there’s erasmus, usually in america.

SCHOOL TRADITIONS.

you’d be lucky to see students in class in june. everyone is a little bit more chill…. so the teachers aren’t really mad at you skipping school (only if you have too many absences. in fact, students try to not be absent many times during the year to skip days in june). it’s too hot to be in class, so they will probably make lessons outside. some classes can organise trips to the beach (only if they are near).

the last day of school, maturity (fifth year) students wear white shirts that classmates sign with markers.

100 giorni. this is 100 days before the final exams. many go on a trip or do something "lucky," like visiting a church or making a wish, or just have parties. in school you are going to wear something fancy and usually drink champagne with your teacher (the majority of students are already 18).

some schools have fake strikes where students "protest" just to skip class…… but high schoolers often participate in protests about politics, school reforms, or climate change. at least they say so, they usually just go to the bar. if there's a national student protest, many use it as an excuse to skip school. yes, we like to skips school.

student assemblies. twice a year, students can attend a general assembly instead of class. some schools use this time for serious debates, while others turn it into an excuse to relax. for example, we used to go to the cinema LOL.

class assemblies. when it’s really necessary, students have the right to ask for a teacher their hours to talk about important issues with the class, and then the head of the class will refer the teachers.

school festival day. some schools have an annual festival with sports tournaments, talent shows, and music.

on christmas you can have a little tree in the class!

la notte prima degli esami (night before exams). inspired by the song, many maturandi (fifth year student) stay up late, listening to music, and stressing out together. someone will probably start sobbing. some gather in a park or square to talk about their fears and share good luck rituals.

things about italian school:

you can’t choose your subjects, just the high school (except religion, you can choose to not take that. you’ll spend the time in the hallway chilling).

lockers are not a thing, so you have to carry everything in your bag. also, you have to buy textbooks….. and that’s why you are going to spend 400/500 every year for that. it’s tragic. i know.

you will have a relationship with your teachers; not in the weird sense…. but from the strict one to sweet one, you will spend so much time together that it’s kind of inevitable. you will see them more than you’ll see your parents, basically.

lunch break is not a thing, you eat at home.

classmates…… you spend basically all day with them. so, they are like your siblings; you hate or love them, you still have to spend time with them. don’t date a classmate. trust me… it’s going to be awkward.

uniform? what’s that?? but teachers are going to be pissed if you reveal your shoulders. AND for girls (🙄) you can’t wear shorts, skirts, and anything different than sneakers. nothing ‘revealing’ basically.

act iii, social life. ( script that. )

script that the homework won’t consume your life, because we want to live the life. so, where do you hangout?

bars & café. in italy bars aren’t for alcohol. it’s usually for coffee (that’s why you’ll always see grandmas and grandpas hanging out there) and eating something. if you are outside you can smoke (smoking and italy go hand in hand) and no matter your age, no one will tell you anything. i saw way too many 12-years-old smoking there. also, there’s alcohol from afternoons. so it’s the usual ‘ape in centro’ that means aperitivo (drinking spritz, usually) in the town square, where the bars are. usually with your group of friends, they give you alcohol and free snacks. you can stay there for hours and they aren’t going to tell you anything, sometimes playing with cards (or reading tarots if you are cool) and talking shit about people you hate.

piazza (town square). typical hangout spot. near you there’s probably going to be a park or gelato shop…. and if you are with your friends you are going to eat and drink. it’s culture.

discos. it usually starts when you are 14 / 15, and it’s reserved for the saturday nights. the alternative can be house parties.

friendship. that’s the main kind of relationship, the one your family will encourage you to have. kids, adults, teenagers. old people spend time with their friends in bars and gossiping with each other. this is the kind of relationship the media will enforce on you. it’s honestly one of the most important thing for social life.

hookup culture. sigh. what do you think happens in discos?

families. usually very close. people stay with their parents in their 20s. your nonna will make you the best thing you have ever eaten in the sunday lunches.

driving. public transportation is everything. you don’t usually have a car before 18, but at 14 you can drive a small scooter (motorino), and at 16 a micro car (but the majority of people find that cringe).

unwritten general life rules that will save your life.

don’t ever, EVER, call a teacher by their first name. not even surname. it’s prof, or professore / professoressa.

teachers can call on you randomly, so even if you didn’t study, pretend you’re flipping through your notes like you were prepared. don’t make eye contact, but seem secure of yourself.

if you ask for homework, you just jumped on your own grave. if the teacher forgets to assign homework, stay silent. shhhhhhhhhhhhh.

sciopero ( strike ) is skip day. if you still decide to go to school your classmates will make fun of you behind your back.

school trip is a mini vacation. don’t take it very seriously. teachers know students care more about fun than museums. there’s always a mix of sightseeing, partying, and barely sleeping. for example, me and my classmates met in one’s room and we started playing charlie-charlie. the fake ouja we did started moving and the teachers heard us screaming, but they just closed an eye (or hear…). also, if you are in high school you can smoke if it’s the correct place. they don’t really care and won’t tell your parents.

don’t snitch.

hanging out is not usually planned. you just walk around the town or sit at a café. completely normal. or even walking around in the shopping centre.

no coffee after 5pm, unless you’re an insomniac. iced coffee is not a thing….. and only tourists drink cappuccino after lunch.

dress well. only roadmen wear nike tracksuits, and for the love of god don’t wear pyjamas if you are not in your house.

always greet everyone when you arrive. a small gathering, or even a family lunch, say hello to each person with a handshake (formal) or a cheek kiss. if you don’t, you have ‘a broom up your ass’

don’t break the pasta. why are you wasting food? about food: i won’t explain every single thing people outside of italy do wrong. ketchup on pasta???????? girl. ananas on pizza? fuck off.

don’t get super drunk. it’s not cool. tipsy? hell yeah….. but drunk… no one wants to be that person.

if you’re at a house party, expect to stay out until morning.

clubs have a strict dress code—no sneakers, no sportswear, and guys need a collared shirt.

curfews depend on your parents, and how much you can negotiate. make sure you have a friend they trust…. if your friend is there, they’ll make you go. if its a small town, it’s not unusual to go out when it’s night.

your mom will call you 100 times if you don’t answer. good luck with that.

dinner is around 8pm.

we only use the “military clock” but we just call it clock. the day is 24 hours. we learn it in primary school.

we hate the french because they stole our monnalisa. but if someone outside of europe insults them we will defend the french.

they don’t usually marry young (at least, not lately). sex is not a taboo thing and teenagers are encouraged to find their boundaries; talked about them by their parents and sometimes even teachers.

italian culture.

food. it’s not just about eating, it’s about living. it’s the experience. it’s the tradition behind it. every meal is an event…. and if you are eating in company? that’s basically an ancient roman theatre come outside your history textbook. it’s like a romance novel. every bite is heavenly.

gestures. hands are basically part of your language. forget about just speaking…. gesturing is where the magic happens. its about the secrets. your friends know exactly what each of your gesture means. your hands never stay still — and yes, universal gestures exist. but the secret handshake? the way your fingers move to signal to your best friend that someone you don’t like is there? a quick flick of the chin can indicate everything from “whatever” to “you’re about to get a lecture.” and when you know the person, you know exactly which one is the correct answer.

fashion. it’s a lifestyle. the nonnas will rock a scarf like it’s haute couture. you might be walking down the street in your sneakers and jeans, but there’s a good chance someone will be casually strolling by in designer shoes. you’ll probably feel underdressed even if you're wearing the fanciest outfit you own. style is just... natural.

drama. passionate arguments that escalate quickly over something small. disagreements over who is the best football player are so intense, you’d think it was a national emergency. the gossips????? why do you think hangouts are for? no matter the age. the old ladies of the villages will ask you the latest news, or if you are dating someone. your mother will come in your room and tell you with a grin that your least favourite aunt is in a scandal. even the teachers will interrupt their lesson is something is juicy.

language. swearing it’s a second nature…. and every region has their dialect, which sounds like a whole new language. you’ll never catch someone from milan understanding what someone from naples is saying. some people they’re a shakespeare in the making, though. conversations can go from serious to funny in the blink of an eye, and don’t even try to keep up unless you’re fluent in rapid-fire speech and strategic pauses for dramatic effect. or someone blowing the smoke on your face.

things to script out: corrupted government, mafia, misogyny, homophobia, racism, bigitory in general, global warming, classism, poverty, school is not stressful, it’s easy to find jobs, no one makes fun of you for your interests and style. for any question, my ask are open!!

[chiara8104]

Helloo!

*cough cough*

Alright, ignore the fact that I have no patience but hear me out:

A vacation with Carlos Sainz somewhere in like Italy and there's like so much fluff and some trouble communicating with Italians and at the end of the day they joke about different funny interactions in their day, tease each other. In the mornings, Carlos likes to make fresh pancakes because he says that everyone loves pancakes and then they both sit down together, eating and Carlos is just sweetly flirting but nothing suggestive, just really gentle. They go for a morning walk even if Carlos says he just wants to lay down in bed all day because he's not the most morning person to exist. But he ultimately listens to his woman because he's a 'good boyfriend' as he says. And blah, blah, blah, I could yap about this for hours.

Really, you do not have to write anything if you don't wish to, it's understandable, just make sure you're doing well and staying hydrated!

Mwah, (still thinking about an anon name)

❤️❤️❤️❤️

cuddles and gelato - C55

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a/n: heyyy im back. i’ve been in a slump recently, school has been so busy and i’ve genuinely had NO time to myself. anyway, i did well on physics test (A, your girl ateeee) and got into my schools choir and vocal jazz! anyway, this fic literally fuelled my passion for writing again. anyway don’t forget MY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN! lowkey nobody has been sending in requests which is another reason for me not posting!

carlos sainz x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, fluff, a bit suggestive (if u squint), not proofread (im too lazy so ignore my typos) , horribly translated spanish and italian (don’t come for me)

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The salty scent of the sea wafted through the open balcony doors, where the morning sun peeked into the room with a quiet persistence. A soft breeze fluttered the white curtains, and the faraway sound of waves lapping against the Amalfi cliffs was like nature’s lullaby turned morning anthem. You stirred under the linen sheets, still tangled in dreams, when the familiar scent of golden, sweet batter filled the air.

“Mi amor…” a low, slightly amused voice called from the doorway, dragging out the syllables in a sing-song tone. “Guess what time it is.”

You cracked one eye open to find Carlos standing there in pajama pants and a slightly-too-tight white t-shirt, a spatula in one hand and a mischievous smirk on his face.

“It’s way too early for your pancake campaign,” you groaned playfully, burying your face into the pillow.

Carlos chuckled, crossing the room in a few quick strides and sitting at the edge of the bed. “But everybody loves pancakes. Even you. Especially you. Don’t lie to me,” he said, poking your side gently.

You peeked at him again, this time grinning. “How do you have this much energy this early? You’re the one who whines about mornings every single day.”

He gasped with mock offense. “Whines? Me?” he pressed a hand to his chest. “I am simply… expressing my desire to stay in bed forever. With you, obviamente.”

You laughed, finally sitting up. The golden light painted Carlos in soft hues, highlighting the relaxed curls of his dark hair and the sparkle in his eyes that was reserved only for these quiet moments. “Alright, alright. You win. Pancakes first, then a walk.”

Carlos groaned, already anticipating your morning plans. “I knew you were going to say that. Can’t we just eat pancakes in bed and then… sleep again?”

You kissed his cheek. “Nope. You said you’re a ‘good boyfriend,’ remember? Good boyfriends go on morning walks.”

He narrowed his eyes, but his lips curved into a smile. “You are using my words against me. I feel betrayed.” Still, he offered you his hand. “Come on. The pancakes are going to get cold, and I made the blueberry kind you like.”

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Breakfast was always your favorite. Not just because of the pancakes—which were, admittedly, always perfectly fluffy and golden—but because of the way Carlos looked at you while you ate. Like you were a secret only he knew. Like nothing else in the world mattered.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” you asked through a mouthful of syrupy pancake.

“I’m admiring my masterpiece,” he said, smug.

“The pancakes?”

He leaned closer over the little round table on the terrace and tapped your nose with his finger. “No. You, tonta.”

You rolled your eyes, hiding your smile behind your glass of orange juice. “Smooth, Sainz. Very smooth.”

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Later, after you’d successfully dragged him out for a walk through the cobblestone streets of Positano, the real adventure began.

First, there was the incident at the tiny bakery on the corner, where Carlos tried to order un cornetto alla crema but somehow asked for a “cream horn for his aunt” instead. The barista gave him a very concerned look, and you had to step in, half laughing, half apologizing in your own clumsy Italian.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” he grumbled, ears red, as you walked away with your pastries.

“I was enjoying the show,” you giggled. “Besides, I didn’t know you had an aunt who needed a cream horn.”

He glared at you playfully. “You’re never letting this go, are you?”

“Nope.”

Then there was the beach umbrella fiasco, where Carlos tried to help set it up but ended up knocking over an entire row of chairs and getting scolded by an older Italian man who spoke rapid-fire and pointed dramatically. Carlos just kept nodding, saying, “Sì, sì, scusi, signore,” while you tried not to cry from laughter.

“I swear, I’m usually good with dads,” Carlos mumbled once you were finally settled with your umbrella—upright this time.

“Maybe just not Italian dads.”

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By sunset, you were both sun-kissed, tired, and full of gelato.

Back at the apartment, you curled up on the couch together, legs tangled, heads resting on shoulders. The orange-pink glow of the evening painted the sky outside like a watercolor.

Carlos shifted so he could look at you, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “You know… today was a disaster.”

You snorted. “A beautiful disaster.”

He laughed. “Seriously. I butchered the language, nearly took out a whole beach, and let you convince me to walk two miles before 10 a.m. I must really love you.”

You turned to him, eyes warm. “You do. But also, you’re a ‘good boyfriend,’ remember?”

Carlos groaned, throwing his head back. “You’re never letting that go either, are you?”

“Never,” you said, snuggling closer.

He kissed your forehead, his voice softer now. “Still the best vacation ever.”

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The next morning…

Carlos made pancakes again. He always did. Even if he claimed to hate mornings, he never let you wake up without them. This time, he added lemon zest and ricotta to make them “extra Italian,” as he said, with a flourish.

You sat together at the same little table on the terrace, your feet on his lap, the world slow and quiet around you.

“You know,” he said between bites, “I was thinking. Maybe we should stay another week.”

You tilted your head. “Weren’t you just saying you couldn’t handle another day of my early walks and linguistic disasters?”

Carlos grinned. “True. But I think I could survive if it means more pancakes and watching you try to haggle over beach towels.”

You tossed a napkin at him. “Hey, I almost got us a deal.”

He caught it, laughing. “Almost. But the old lady definitely charged you more for calling her a ‘fiery sponge’ instead of a ‘bargaining queen.’”

You buried your face in your hands, groaning, while he leaned across the table to kiss your cheek.

“La mia ragazza… my brave, fearless, slightly confused tourist.”

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a/n: lmk what u think!! don’t forget requests r always open 🫶

xoxo chia!

[two-bit-too-high]

lost boys with a hyper mate/pack member, then when they get back to the cave they just burn out and pass tf out. Fluff 100%

A/N hello y'all thx for the suggestions I'm gonna work on them over the next few days or whenever hope y'all are having a good Christmas or holidays and I hope you enjoy. Feel free to send in anymore ideas and as always nothing too spicy.

The Lost boys x Hyper reader

☁��� Pure fluffy

⚠️Warnings: drugs (mentioned in passing) also for just incase Cotten Cady = Fairy Floss

(I am dyslexic so I do apologise if anything is miss spelt or if the gramma is awful)

Anyway enjoy

Summer time in Santa Carla the best time school was out and the boardwalk was busy. Busy boardwalk ment easy picking for the local vampires. Speaking of the local vampires, two of them were currently parked at the beach watching over a group of surfnazis scouting out their meal for the night.

“Ew no he is not sunburnt ” said Paul as he leant up against Marko’s bike “oh come on that doesn’t change anything about the blood, about the good bit” Marko replied. “It’s the sunblock that makes it taste different” Paul adds The two continued to talk and make their choices for food. After a few moments they heard the other three motorcycles pull out a little bit away then a few seconds after Paul had been tackled to the ground.

“Ah! What was that for, boo” he yelled as he started to rough house with them in the sand “DAVID GAVE ME COTTON CADY” you yelled in reply “ the big cotton candy” adds Dwyane in a less than impressed.you keep tussling and rolling around on the sandbank with Paul. “Just cotton candy?” Paul says “ AND A SNOW CONE” you reply. After a few More moments of laughter and roughhousing you two are pulled apart by Dwayne “that’s enough little one” he said with a smile. You The smaller vampire was still buzzing as you sat down on the sand looking around like a Meerkat “ I can taste colour” you say looking up at David who was standing behind you looking down “oh really now” he replied “yeah” you say as lean back on his legs “you done being a little critter yet” he asked before he could get an answer you were gone. you had scaled up a tree and started to swing back and forth on a branch “wooooow I can see the whole of Santa Carla from up here” you say like a child at an amusement park for the first time. “Come on Meerkat get down we all need to feed” calls out David from under the tree “right right Proper food” you let go of the branch and land on your feet in the sand “come on then ya lazy bums” you say as you run past the boys into the camp of surfnazis the boys following suit.

After your delicious bloodbath the five of you washed off in the ocean. The boys ended up floating around for a while in the meantime you had decided to go and climb some cliffs. Still running on your sugar high you quickly found a clif you were willing to challenge and started climbing. Grabbing rock after rock as you scale the rocky wall. “Woah look at them go” yelled out Marko and pointed you out to the others. By the time they had turned around to look at you where at the top waving down at them the biggest smile plastered across your face.

After your little climbing expedition was over you all made your way back to the bikes.Unbeknown to the boys you had found a few sticks of sherbet in Marko's bike bag and downed them all at once. “Marko Marko Marko Marko” you yapped as you jumped around him in a small circle “what what what what” he yaps back his eyes following you around. “ Was that sugar or cocaine in those sticks” you ask “sugar” he Answered “ok” you say before jumping into your bike. “We are gonna be in for a long night” says Dwyane to David “yeah,but they are having fun so who cares” David replies

The drive home was faster than usual due to your sugar boost. Now usually the boys don't care about speed limits. That was more of a you thing as you were human more recently than them and knew what a nasty high speed crash could do someone.but on this particular night you had completely thrown those fears out the window. Where you gonna go at 150 over that old rusty bridge absolutely and did you love absolutely.

Once back at the cave the boys expect you to keep going. Too jump about the cave from rock ledge to rock ledge but alas they were wrong. Once you all got home they watched as you slowly and lethargically walked up to the small bedroom that they had made for you when you turned six years ago. Once inside you tuned to your records and record player picking out a vinyl that Paul had given you for your new birthday day that being the day that made your First kill and completed the process to becoming a vampire.

“What are you doing boo” asked paul as he joined you laying down in the nest bed that had been made a few months ago. “Energy low” you say as you cuddle up to his chest fiddling with the fishnet shirt he was wearing .As the sound of Bon Jovi started to softly fill the room the boys started to file in joining you in the nest eventually you fell asleep. You are in the middle David and Dwyane to your right and the two blonde bombshells to your left.

“And they crashed” said Marko as he cuddles up beside you “sugar crash” added Paul “I bet you their teeth are gonna hurt tomorrow night” said David who was laying half on the bed half on Dwyane.”Good thing I brought more toothpaste today then” slurred Dwyane as he was half asleep. One by one they all started to slip into sleep.As the soft sound of Bon Jovi’s “living on a prayer” filled the room.

Thx for reading I hope you have a great day :)

[lovescarzz]

Shot Glass Of Tears

— "Tell me, am I ever gonna feel again? Tell me, am I ever gonna heal again?"

WC: 1.4k

Synopsis: We met in high school. Fell in love under stars, promised forever under skies that now feel empty. — Feat. Jeon Jungkook

18+ MNDI. WARNINGS baddie!reader x jungkook (eventually), jungkook before the fame, slow burn kinda, smut (obviously), break up, happy ending I promise, reckless driving, car accident, clubbing, drinking, smoking, fucking angst that's all I can think of right now

Marriage

That’s how I thought it would end. But looking back now, I think it hurt more the longer we stayed together.

Everyone says your first love never really dies. So how is it that you can love someone so deeply… and still outgrow them?

It didn’t happen all at once. It was slow, quiet—like when a song fades out and you don’t even realize it’s over until the silence hits.

That’s how it felt when he wasn’t around. Quiet. Like my entire world had been orbiting around him… and suddenly, the gravity was gone. And that’s when I knew it was a problem—because I couldn’t breathe without him, and I wasn’t entirely sure if he felt the same.

I met Jeon Jungkook when I was fourteen in high school. I wasn’t the shy, awkward girl who sat alone at lunch—I had friends, plenty of them. But somehow, he still caught my eye.

The new exchange student from South Korea. He didn’t speak much—barely at all. Just sat there, tucked into himself, those big doe eyes hiding behind thick glasses and a bowl cut that honestly made him look like the lead character in a comic book.

That’s what drew me in. The quiet boy who didn’t try to impress anyone. The boy who became my best friend. The boy I taught English to—just so he could yap in my ear 24/7 about Iron Man.

The same boy who nervously asked me to prom, palms sweaty, biting his lip so hard it bled. The same boy who, after prom, drove me to a cliff just to watch the stars. We sat there for hours, talking about our dreams. That night, he asked me to be his girlfriend. We were sixteen.

The same boy who, at graduation, gave me a special shoutout in his valedictorian speech he called me the reason his heart beats

The boy I started arranging my life around. When he worked late, I was there—standing outside, food in hand, ready to drive us both home.

At every one of his Taekwondo matches, I was front row, screaming his name like it meant something. And when it was all over, I was the one helping him decompress, ice packs, soft words, his favorite drink.

The same boy who gave me a promise ring for my 21st birthday and told me he’d replace it one day with a wedding band. He said we’d get married in Greece.

The boy who took me back to South Korea and showed me every single piece of where he came from. The boy I learned a whole new language for.

But a love like that doesn't last forever. Somewhere between the late night drives and travelling the world things start drifting but silently like the end of a song Missed calls, more arguments over the dumbest things, him staying out late, me not telling him where I am at.

It was never addressed because we thought the issue would fix itself but it didn't and I felt like I was suffocating.

Until one night as bittersweet as it is I was able to breathe.

We came in from a long night out immediately walking into our shared bedroom I needed to get out of these clothes.

What normally would've been us taking a shower together whispering sweet nothings and promising forever was quiet the only thing you heard was the water running

We didn't even acknowledge the other person's presence

I stepped out of the shower first quickly changing into some pyjamas

I sat at my vanity fumbling with my thumbs

Tonight felt—weird

We went out together—to his friend’s party at a club.

His friend knocked a drink over glass shattering on the floor, spilling red wine all over me.

I looked up at her, clearly annoyed, expecting an apology. But there was nothing.

I expected him to check her, say something, at least tell her to apologize. But no.

Instead, his face contorted into a slight smile, then he turned away.

As if nothing had happened.

Strike one.

The bass felt like it was pumping my heart for me. My ears were burning.

I took a deep breath, grabbed a napkin, and cleaned myself off—fighting back tears.

After that, I was silent. No more dancing when he asked. No more drinks. I just needed to go home.

Thank God he caught on. He bade his friends an early goodbye before we walked out of the club and into his car.

He didn’t open the door for me like he always did.

Strike two.

In the car, he didn’t speak to me at all.

I assumed he knew I had an attitude and would let me cool off.

But when we got to our shared apartment, he walked ahead of me in the lobby—without even waiting for me to change out of my shoes like I always do after we go to the club.

He knows I can’t walk well in heels. That’s why every time we go out, once we get into the lobby, he takes my heels off for me and carries me to the elevator… then into our apartment.

Strike Three

Taking my hair out of its bun, I started combing through the 613 unit—he had just bought it for me.

I sighed. Something was off. I could feel it.

The shower finally shut off as I was rubbing in my moisturizer. He walked out, barely glancing in my direction before heading to his drawer and sliding on a pair of boxers.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked, not even looking up.

“What do you think?” I said, still working the cream into my skin.

“Babe, please, I—”

“You let your friend spill her drink on me, didn’t say shit, and just walked away. Then you want to ask me if I’m mad?” I cut him off.

He sighed. “I didn’t think it was that serious. It was only your shoes.”

He said it like it meant nothing. Shrugged off my anger like it was just some spilled wine. Then pulled on his pajama pants and threw a towel over his wet hair.

That was the problem.

“Exactly,” I snapped. “That’s the first problem—you didn’t think. And I don’t give a fuck if it was just my shoes. It’s basic manners for her ass to say sorry. And you as my man should’ve said something. Should’ve checked on me.”

I turned to fully face him now, the weight of everything pressing on my chest.

"So you're really bugging out on me over some damn alcohol and shoes I can buy again?" he asked, leaning back against the table. He had already taken his contacts out, sliding his glasses on like this was just another regular night.

I turned to him slowly, giving him a full are you serious face.

"Yo, what?" I blinked. "You let your friend disrespect me. It ain't about no damn shoes."

My voice cracked a little, not from weakness but from disbelief.

"You laughed in my fuckin' face. You really don’t see anything wrong with that?”

He rolled his eyes

And I think that spelled everything out for me

"So that's all you gonna do? roll your eyes" I asked

He shrugged "You pissed for no reason right now anything I say you gonna yell at me for"

"You know what" I chuckled in disbelief "Im tired" I said simply turning back around and putting my hair in a bonnet "We can talk about this in the morning" I said grabbing my phone and my charger going into the guest room

He grabbed my wrist before I can even step out of the door

“Princess… you don’t need to sleep in the guest room,” he said softly, gently turning me to face him.

His hand found the back of my head, pulling me into his chest like muscle memory. The other rested at my waist—secure, familiar.

I closed my eyes.

“Jungkook,” I breathed. I could hear his heart beating faster beneath my cheek.

“Things aren’t the same anymore.”

He exhaled, deep and quiet, like he already knew.

“I know, baby.” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Come to bed with me. We can talk about this in the morning,” he said.

I nodded into his chest.

We crawled into bed together, and my heart felt unbearably heavy.

He held me tight

like he was afraid to let me go

“You know I love you with my whole heart, right?” he murmured.

We both stared out the large windows in silence, eyes fixed on the night sky.

The same sky he once promised me forever under.

[potato-lord-but-not]

once again being annoying in ur ask box bc i have more things to say <3

EVERY TIME I WAKE UP TO YOUR ART I SCREAM AND GIGGLE AND ROLL AROUND IN BED LIKE A SPARROW IN DUST. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. SEEING UR DRAWINGS GIVES ME THE MOST INSANE EUPHORIA, THAT'S LITERALLY ALL I WANT MY ART TO LOOK LIKE EVEN THOUGH MY STYLE IS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT AND I SUCK AT CARTOONISH STUFF I WOULD LITERALLY KILL TO BE ABLE TO DRAW LIKE YOU. I SHOW MY IRLS YOUR ART ON A DAILY BASIS. EVERY TIME YOU INTERACT WIT MY POSTS OR ANSWER MY ASKS I EXPLODE INTO A CLOUD OF GLITTER. YOUR DOODLES ARE SO SILLY AND I SWEAR IT DOESN'T MATTER WHEN I SEE YOUR POSTS THEY ALWAYS INJECT ME WITH SHEER PRIMAL RABID JOY <3333 I SAW ONE THE OTHER DAY AFTER A 5.6 MILE CROSS COUNTRY PRACTICE WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO JUMP OFF A CLIFF BUT HTEN I SAW SILLY HUMAN JOHN AND OSCAR AND IT WAS CURED AND I WAS INSTANTLY REJUVENATED!!!! okay enough all caps my pinky hurts from holding the shift key down. i'm on my hands and knees begging my mother to let me buy better alcohol markers because mine are coughing and wheezing a collective death rattle and they are simply NOT SUFFICIENT to try to attempt ur coloring style. ALSO. our human johns are like literally twins??? giggling kicking my feet the way you draw him is so lovely and precious and gorgeous and stunning and marvelous and perfect and adorable and beautiful 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 he looks so squishable i think he would give the most marvelous back cracking soul healing hugs ever. AND OH MY GOD. MIGHT BE GIVING MYSELF AWAY BUT WHATEVER. YOUR BUTCHER DESIGN RGAHFHSLJDLJ I HAVE NOT BEEN NORMAL ABOUT HIM EVER AND I YAPPED ABOUT HIM TO MY LESBIAN FREIND (SHOWING THEM YOUR ART OF HIM) AND SHE DOESNT GET ITTTTTT HES SO AMAZING I NEED HIM TO TIE ME TO A CHAIR AND RIP MY FINGERNAILS OF(the pipe bomb under my chair goes off)

ahem. anyways. that concludes today's insanity. my sincerest apologies, it will happen again <33333 i think ur art is gonna get me through this school year

asks that heal your ailments and cleanse your soul— I need to tag this as something niche so I can find it again when I’m feeling down and need some encouragement from izel I mean from this random anon <3

[greennoobartist]

*slams the door open* IM FUCKING BAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!

The reason why I'm yelling now is bcuz i freakishly left @readingismyhobby24 to wait for my response for 9 FUCKING HOURS!?!!? HOLY SHIT STUPID SCHOOL I FEEL SO GUILTY RNNN😭😭😭😭 I would've died if I had to wait NINE FUCKING HOURS for a friend of mine to reply and yap about Hero's purpose 😭😭😭😭

I FEEL SO BAD ABOUT IT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 NINE HOURS IS TOOO MUUUUCHHHH😭😭😭😭

But just like i promised, here are my thoughts about the sixth episode of Hero's Purpose

I feel so so so so so bad for making you wait NINE FUCKING HOURS but here it is like i promised😭

Everything is under the cut since it has A LOT of spoilers for the 6th episode of Hero's Purpose so yeah :)

Where should I even start? Silly me, at the beginning of course lol

The beginning scene with Princess Ruto already set me on fire like ooooooouuuuuuuuwwwwww

The scene with Darunia and that phantom ganon was like DAMMIT IT JUST STARTED AND ALREADY EPIC WTFFFFFF AAAAAAA

The scene

The scene

The scene

THE SCENE WITH SKYWARD SWORD LINK AND SKYLOFT MADE ME SCREAM OUT LOUD!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SOOOOO MUCH NOSTALGIA AND THE DESIGN UUUUUUUWWWWWW😭😭😭😭😭😭

How much i cried is indescribable especially when THE OTHERS showed up 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I can't believe that he finally revealed the history to him😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THE NOSTALGIA THAT HIT ME LIKE A FUCKING TRUCK WITH EVERY SCENE OF SKYWARD SWORD HOLY FUCK I WAS CRYING SO MUCH OF NOSTALGIA AND SCREAMED 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I CRIED SO MUCH AND THIS IS MY FAV PART OF THE EPISODE AND THE PART I CRIED ON THE MOST!!!! SINCE SS LINK APPERED TILL THE MOMENT HE RAN AWAY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

And the music!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

After this mental breakdown, the battle with Sheik and Impa against the Iron Knuckles was SO COOOL!!! LIKE TH ANIMATION THE MUSIC!!! EVERYTHING!!!

The scene with Ganondorf and Skull Kid was pretty emotional even though I haven't played Majora's Mask that scene was still pretty sad!!! 😢😢😢😢 The comparison Skull Kid made still lingers in my head ooooowwwww

And then.....

Begins.....

THE EPIC BATTLE BETWEEN LINK AND GANONDORF!!!!

DUDE THE SCENE WAS FIRE!!!! IT WAS SICK!!! THE MOVES TH MUSIC!!!! TATL BEING LIKE NAVI HIT ME HARD BUT DUUUUUUDEEE!!!! IT WAS SOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOD!!!!

That last part was so epic and moves and everything!!!! THE MUSIC WAS SICK! SICK!

When Ganondorf fell off that cliff or whatever, i really thought it was over...

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But it isn't....

The fact that we still have at least one more episode to go is driving me insane!!!! What would happen!!!! Who's gonna DIIEEEEE!?!?!!

Im also curious if Twilight Princess Link will appear and all that Hero's Shade stuff i have to see that!!!!

All in all, i LOVED EVERYTHING IN THIS EPISODE!!!! My favorite scenes were the one Skyward Sword Link was present and the last battle!! Those scenes hit me like a damn truck!!!

Hyuf, that's all, i think.... I shouldn't overdo it....

But yeah, i feel so so so so so sorry for keeping you waiting so long, Faith, i would've died of i had to wait that long. Im so so so sorry 😢😢😢stupid fucking school and that shit....

[brave-and-gentle]

your Second Chances fic (which has been so much angsty fun btw!!) opens on Jean's birthday, and he's got some complicated feelings about everything that's happened in 29 years of his life, so I was wondering about your hc's in relation to aging and stuff! :)

how does Jean feel about getting gray hairs eventually, does he embrace it? (is he aware that he's a dilf?)

how does he handle Mason's first day of high school, or teaching him how to drive?

as he settles into DadHood(tm) over the years, what kind of habits or quirks does he develop?

+ anything else pls yap away

Lyric!! <3 you know I love a chance to yap about dilf Jean.

Jean is soooo pretentious that he's terrified of getting gray hairs. He frequently makes jokes about driving his car off a cliff if he ever finds one. Connie teases him relentlessly about it - "oh?? Jean boy?? is that a gray hair i spy?? "NO! it's just a blonder hair, it's the lighting!"

Also related to aging, he has a whole fucking 10-step skin care routine to avoid wrinkles. He's got some light, respectable crow's feet settling in that he'll eventually learn to accept.

Lucky for Jean, he won't get any gray hairs until his mid-40s, and will maintain a full head of hair practically into his 60s - his careful hair care routine will pay off.

Jean has absolutely no idea that he's a dilf. He's clueless. The moms at the playground, married and single, swoon over him, but given his circumstances divorce from Mikasa the most perfect woman ever, he doesn't really notice because he simply doesn't believe anyone will look at him like that again oh my god i'm sorry that got dark.

Jean is so nervous about Mason's first day of high school that he offers to home school him. With all the new freedoms of high school, Jean is freaking out a little bit, wondering if his son will find his footing, especially because his son is, well, a little bit of a nerd. He's one of those lanky weird guys that runs cross country and reads *a lot.* (my favorite kind of guy, tbh). Mason says "absolutely not, you'd be a terrible teacher." Jean knows this is true, his son is smarter than him. He also tries to offer to drive him to school and Mason refuses that too - he'd rather bike by himself.

Mason is actually a little reticent to drive - Jean doesn't mind this at all, why bother with the extra danger? But Mikasa makes him a deal that she'll bring him to the bookstore and he can choose THREE books if he learns how to drive. This actually works very well.

One of Jean's biggest fears is that Mason will get hurt and he can't do anything about it - so he gets CPR certified every two years AND has a first aid kit in the house and the car. (this is actually a very smart thing to do btw)

NAME BRAND SNACKS. Jean does not skimp here.

Shoes MUST be taken off before entering the house damnit!! Not when Jean worked so hard to get the nice hardwood floors cleaned.

Jean is such a simp that he'll give in pretty easy if Mason asks for a candy bar at the grocery store check out.

Jean *always* has dinosaur chicken nuggets in the freezer because it's Mason's favorite (sneak peak - this will be *very* important later in Second Chances).

[usachxxn]

heyy!!! I love your art and literally everything you post :DD wanted to ask, what are some of your favorite Ninjago head cannons and why? (can be anything) I love yaps and am very interested to hear what you have to say!

Tysm for enjoying my art 🥹😭😭

As for some of my favorite headcannons I have a very big list but I’ll try to list one for each character!

Lloyd: as much as he learned about leading from both Wu and Garmadon the first to really teach him the ropes was Cole! Being the previous leader he’s already well aware of each of his teammates strength and weaknesses and what to do in a pinch. So whenever Lloyd’s stumped on a decision he’ll usually turn to him first or think what he might do.

Nya: while Kai has more the reputation for being a hothead I do think Nya’s temper is probably worse. She gets frustrated over small things easily and it doesn’t take much before she blows up. Despite this though she does get over things quicker than Kai does and will begrudgingly apologize.

Kai: compared to the other ninja I do think he didn’t learn to fully read and write until after taken under Wu’s wing. This is mainly because he didn’t have the chance to attend school, having to take over the forge and watch over Nya. While he’s extremely embarrassed about this the others are quick to understand and try not to make him feel bad about it. Nya especially feels guilty about it and apologizes for it a lot, yet Kai assures her being able to raise and take care of her is his greatest accomplishment to date.

Jay: he’s very much the spitting image of both of his parents, he has Libbers smile and Cliff’s eyes. He laughs the same way his mom does and the way he presents his showmanship is exactly like his dad. This is a fact however only Wu really knows.

Cole: one of my absolute fav hcs is he gets his moles from his mom! Something about him growing up to look just like her makes me want to keel over, I don’t talk about it enough but Cole and Lilly are so 😭😭 to me (<— normal about characters with dead moms)

Zane: less of a hc and much more aligned to canon but this robot can fit so much self sacrifice in him. Something about the knowledge that you can be rebuilt over and over again compared to your companions who are made of flesh and blood. There’s probably a ship of Theseus metaphor in here too somewhere.

Thank you so much for the interests in my hcs though 😭😭 I fear that my yapping comes across as annoying but knowing they’re are people out there who enjoy them genuinely makes me so happy 🥹

[acaciapines]

I hope you realise that your latest fic "like a car off a cliff" is now permanently burned into my gray matter and won't ever go away as long as I live. I mean this in the best possible way of course - I'm probably gonna go back and read it when I calm down a little because oh my word what a phenomenal story you've written.

Anyhow, I wanted to ask a question about the backstory of this particular fic. We know how Kris and Ralsei met in this continuity, and that she was eventually able to escape her home situation thanks to them, but I'm wondering what it was that made them want to try and have a relationship together. There's something about the fact that these two characters, who in this continuity aren't suited to romance at all, were at least willing to try it together that strikes me as very poignant. Essentially I'm asking - what was it you think they saw in each other which made them want to try for that?

Hope this makes sense - like I said, your writing kinda fried my brain a little bit with how good it was, so if I'm rambling incoherently here I apologise! XD

proud for my fic to live rent free in your head forever <3 always feel free to drop an ask about it No Matter How Long It Has Been. i love to yap.

and of course! uh, the real reason is that both of them were sort of like. i guess this is just what you do, and they were closer to each other than anybody else (kris and ralsei meet when they're ~12ish and continue to meet up until theyre 14, which is when ralsei leaves). basically they saw all their friends getting together and talking about romance and crushes and then susie and noelle got together and its like. oh we're the other two members of the friend group we should do that too right. and thus they did. think like the high school dance is approaching and theyre like oh shit hey wanna go together. and this is how it starts njgkdfg

but ALSO in terms of a romantic relationship they're actually very safe for each other lol, bc neither of them really....want any of that? so for them dating was literally no different from being friends, which is why they sort of didnt. acknowledge that maybe they didnt want to be in a romantic relationship for so long. it only became weird in the context of society! but if its just the two of them they're doing pretty well.

basically theyre both aromantic <3 we love this for them.

hope that helped!!! theres a lot of like. backstory thought that i never put explicitly on the page for this one so, uh. feel free to ask more about this 'verse! it was real fun to translate into 'reality' aka without the dark worlds, cause those are so important to how i interpret these characters yknow.

[glamiizasters]

gotta get back on the art grind.. only issue is that i'm starting my AP computer science principles final n its gonna take like. weeks to do. bleh

[canadianno]

Whats Lamberts past? Where are they from? I think I remember seeing a post from you about the Lambs being from Concolor. Can you tell me more about their upbringing and culture?

(Yapping below cut)

Lamberts past is SO important to my au. I think that backstories are! Fun! And silly! And the lamb needs more backstory representation!

Lambert was born in the mountains of Concolor, the realm of death. They were born into a world that was already trying to get rid of them, and because of it there's alot of things they genuinely haven't done. Lambert has never been to school, for example.

Their mother was named Ewein (you-in) and their father was named Ramsey. They were born with a fraternal twin, as most if not all sheep are, who was named Woolf (wolf)

They didn't actually learn too much of their culture from their parents- their father insisted apon some, such as learning to spin yarn, learning of the stories, worshipping their missing god- but their mother discouraged as much as she could.

Lambert escaped home at 8 or 9 years old, gunshot to the back of the arm, alone, and followed their mother's instruction to flee for the gate of Concolor. Lambert had never before even left the property, but learned fast, and learned well. Lambert was a natural born survivor, and, well, they must have been pretty good at it.

Lambert learned most of their people's culture from groups they traveled with- Sheep are social animals, and it's rare to find one traveling alone. They fled in packs of 4-10, despite the fact it made the targets on their backs larger. Lambert made many friends along the way, through the years. And- as you can probably guess, was the only sheep to make it through the gateway of Concolor, into the commonlands.

The gateway was closed by all 4 bishops soon after, locked away, hidden.

The sheep people of Concolor were extremely adapted to their environment, and due to their secluded homelands, not much of their culture was passed onto races around them.

They were big on music and dance. Storytelling was done through song, hooves on stone were used as drums, mountain ranges and sheer cliffs amplified their voices. The sheep were also healers and wisemen, known historically to make the best of doctors and the common of librarians. The sheep people have a natural knack for memory, and thus- they didn't tend to write things down.

Most of what they did write down was burned regardless- but some old rumors circulate- that possibly, in the lost library of Silk Cradle, lies a collection of copies, copies of the original books that were lost to the fires of Concolor.

[crowdeerdire]

(for the sake of my brain I'm gonna yap about my OLBA MC in Step 1) Name: Kelsea "Kel" Last Age: 8 Birthday: August 29th Family: Pam Last (Mom), Noelani Last (Mommy) and Liz Last (Sister) Others: Cove Holden (Best Friend), Cliff Holden (Cove's Dad -> trusts later in Step 1), Shiloh Fields (Friend)

Confident at this age and fearless

Considered a "wild child" and often times a bit clumsey, thus the bandages and bruises

loves bugs; will see how man pill bugs she can collect on her hands at one time

thinks snails are super cool

bedhead 24/7 because she wants to be outside rather then take time to brush her hair

tends to wear oversized shirts from thrift stores because of her "wild child" ways. She climbs everything and tends to ruin clothes - so no fancy clothes like Liz unless they're going somewhere special

she loves her oversized shirts

always cold - touch her hands or arms and they're ice cold

just bad circulation and it usually doesn't bother her unless she has to handle something cold

thank goodness for hot weather california

protective and tries to stand up for others

has freckles at this age - although light. They fade as she gets older

Loves animals and wants a pet... anything! Upset that both moms say no

You would think at school she would be popular...

has 0 friends

becomes very shy around a lot of people and other kids think of her as the 'weird kid' since she's often alone drawing and playing with bugs or being too shy to talk

BUT ONCE SHE'S COMFORTABLE WITH YOU??

certified yapper

does not shut up

undiagonosed ADHD

loves the ocrean and is a strong swimmer because that's mostly what she does in there

shell & sea glass collector

UNFORTUNATELY she can't tan?? (genetics) and she tends to burn more often then not? So she learns early to apply sunscreen a lot

Scar on her leg is from falling out of a tree at age 7 and getting a branch skewered through her leg :)))

likes video games but are terrible at them - still plays them tho

Kel with Cove

Same height as Cove

first reaction upon seeing him on the hill: "I need to protect him"

says she wants to marry him to moms but doesn't understand really what marriage is. Just thinks it means hanging out with them a lot (which is sort of true??)

Plays as Fond (in game) but I would say she has a mild crush on him as well

grows attach to him quickly because Liz has Shiloh, so obviously Cove gets to be her friend

Somehow feels relaxed around him easier and quicker then others

She yaps, he listens... and then they yap together

offended he doesn't love snails as much as she does

Will be protective of him except...

When it comes to scary stuff (like ghosts) she'll hide behind him, claiming she's not scared

tries not to swim or suggest swimming when she hangs out with him during that summer - doesn't want him to feel left out since she knows what that feels like

ran away with him because she needed to protect him (not thinking of telling parents would protect him) and didn't want him to be alone

Kel with Liz

Tends to deffer to her and let her take the lead

Has a generally good relationship with her but it's starting to get a bit rocky

especially when she starts standing up for Cove more against Liz

wants to hang out with Liz more "like they use to", but Liz is starting to be more independent since she's double digits now <- mourns that loss of friendship

teases each other in a friendly way

Kel with Moms

Kel loves her moms dearly (very good relationship)

for the longest time doesn't even think about if it's 'weird' to have two moms and no dad

doesn't cross her mind until some kid at school mentions it

honestly believes at this age her moms are her birth parents - doesn't put two and two together for a while even tho they are open about it

cuddler, especially with Noelani/Mommy

loves Mom/Pam's puns and tries to joke like her

if moms are around she tends to follow their rules

if moms aren't around, the wild child becomes MORE wild

gets worse when she and Cove hang out and egg each other on

Kel with Cliff

After Cliff offers her the 20$, she becomes nervous around him for the first while

won't look up at him or really speak to him

eventually she warms up to him the more he hangs around and at some point thinks of him as someone she can really trusts

honestly thinks of him as family (maybe further down)

will draw him pictures when she's more comfortable with him and he puts them on his fridge along with Cove's work

[kamirai-k]

Early morning rambles but I really like the idea of Yeonwoo rationalizing his denial.

Let me explain.

We already know that he is the king of denial.

Early on in this series his denial was so strong and so potent that you wanted to rip your hair out of your skull and screaming into your pillow because what are you doing Yeonwoo when the signs that she likes you back are so obvious. Not only that but his denial with Junhyuk was a whole another basket of worms because what was that?

Genuinely this boys denial makes you want to run up a wall and then fall down it because what are you doing.

Anyways, I honestly really like the depiction of his denial in a way that is a lot deeper. I like my things complicated and Yeonwoo's Innocence has no shortage of complexities.

The idea of a Yeonwoo being in denial but then rationalizing it to himself. Telling himself that it's all fine, that everything is fine and that he has nothing to worry about? It's just so very interesting to me because I feel like it would be a really good show of how messed up trauma can get.

I mean yeah sure it kind of is already Canon but I want to take it up a notch. Instead of him being in denial and then bombarding himself for it I want him to be in denial and then tell himself everything is fine.

Think about it. In that Middle School environment he was in, he had to constantly tell himself that everything was fine. When horrible things were happening to him, he would only break down when he was alone and by himself.

I honestly feel like taking that up a notch and making it so that his denial becomes the type that is just endlessly trying to console himself to no end is just so fun.

I complain about how his sense of denial is unmatched and how I absolutely feel like throwing myself off a cliff because of it but I lie because I love it

The the complex stories that alone will create have me just screaming because yes.

Like think about it. He doesn't confess to Haesol because of this and as a consequence Haesol finds that he is another male friend that she really likes to be around.

Not only that but we already know that Haeaol is a very touchy person when it comes to her friends so it will be so fun to explore how touchy and affectionate Haesol is with Yeonwoo as just friends.

(also do you know how angsty it would be if Yeonwoo allows all of this because he thinks that she feels comfortable with him because he looks like a girl?!)

What makes it even better is because Yeonwoo already has a skewed view of friendship because of his friendship with Junhyuk so his denial is going to be even worse in this.

Haesol will do the most couplely things with him, and he's going to be like "oh this is fine, we're friends. Friends do these things all the time".

Was this just an excuse to Yap about how I want a friend's two lovers AU and I mean an actual friends two lovers AU where they are friends for a very long time and they do the most coupling nonsense?

Yes, yes it was.

And will I be writing that in the future?

Yes, yes I will.

[sombrathedragon]

Hey guys aha WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT WISDOM SAGA 😭😭😭 Spoilers ahead !!

tw suicide

ODY ALMOST COMMITTED SUICIDE HELLO????? BRO WAS ABOUT TO JUMP OF THE EDGE OF A CLIFF LIKE WHAT?? YOU HAVE A WIFE WAITING FIR YOU I KNOW ALL YOURE FRIENDS ARE DEADF BUT LIKE WHAT ABOUT PENELOPE AND TELEMACHUS???? 😨😰😥😨😰 AND ATHENA FUCKING DYING ????? 😰😨😨😨😨 WHAT… ALSO MICOS VOICE IS SO GOOD I WAS AGRGJSGSVDVD SKAISCD WJ

KNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE RAGATAGAGAGAGAGAV AND IM BLANKING ON THE NAME BUT THE GUY WHO PLAYS ANTINOUS AHVEBWNSVWVW LITTLE WOLF. HOLY SHART THAT WAS LIKE SO GOOD BRO 😭😭😭 THE QUICK THOUGHD.. ALSO WHY WAS WED BE FINE SO SAD??? I THOUGHT IT BE HAPPY BRO ?? ALSO MAN OF HOUSE REFRENCE IN LEGENDARY !!!!!!!!!!!!

“Don’t you dare call my mother a tramp !!” YOU TELL EM !!! YOU TELL EM MY BABY BOY !!!!!! MICO YOU COOKED ON THAT LINE !!!!!!!! ALSO ATHENA HARMONIZING WITH TELEMACHUS JUST LIKE SHE DID WITH ODY IT BREAKS MY HEART BRO 😭😭😭😭😭

Anyways I would yap more but I have school in the morning and I really should be getting to sleep 🫠

[nosferatufaggot]

yap about something idc how long or if it is something I don't know about just yap 🫵🫵🫵

I just woke up but I guess I have something to say. As of right now, the newest episode of Doctor Who is Joy to the World. Okay?

So Doctor Who has been around for sixty years. And it's a time travel show. So naturally, as one does, they encounter dinosaurs. And it never looks good. Now, it doesn't look History Channel levels of bad but it never looks good. Classic Doctor Who could give you some Godzilla-esque dinosaurs. They'd use a miniature toy of the Tardis and a little set to show the Tardis marginalizing. And it's scale is quite obvious. Same thing for dinosaurs.

Nu Who has CGI. An upgraded appearance for the dinosaurs for sure, but the dinosaurs still don't look good. It's always off. However, in Joy to the World they have a dinosaur. And I was like WOW. That dinosaur looks so good! But this is Doctor Who?

So I just kept thinking about it in the back of my mind while watching. They have Disney money now. They aren't on as small of a budget, so maybe they can get improved effects in a modern day? But that couldn't be the answer. Space Babies aired last year and it had a dinosaur at the beginning of the episode and that dinosaur still didn't look good. I was just gonna accept it as a miracle. There are a lot of things I want answers to that I know not enough people care about so there is no public info on it. Googling "Doctor Who had a good looking dinosaur for once how the fuck" didn't seem like a frugal endeavour.

Then. WhoCulture video about the episode. OH MY GOD. GUESS THE FUCK WHAT! This dinosaur? This dinosaur that was in the episode all of two minutes? Was practical effect. They went and BUILT THE DINOSAUR! IT WAS ALL PRACTICAL EFFECT!!!!!!!!!!! AAAHHHHH!!!!!!!! I knew that RTD was pushing for practical and that they were building more things now that they had the budget to do so, BUT I DIDN'T EXPECT THE DINOSAUR TO BE PRACTICAL EFFECT!!!!!

Steven Moffat was in charge of it, yknow? And his last episode Boom wasn't all practical. There was a set, and the set had a crater. But they also used this awesome techno gadget of a screen. Not a green screen but it's so modern and future-is-now and cool. I thought there was another cool ass advancement in technology that he asked to be used for the dinosaur. BUT NO!!!!! The dinosaur was real and it was beautiful. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Everything is better with practical effects, even if it's shitty. I won't name a name, but there is this old set of movies my friend had me watch cuz she loves them. They do cool ass things with practical effects and its so cool. Sometimes it's not perfect, but you can tell the love and care put behind it when they do practical over CGI.

Like just simply Power of the Doctor vs any silly classic who costumed villain. I DON'T CARE IF IT'S BAD I LITERALLY LOVE IT!!!!!!! And a lot of people are being hater haters about this latest season of Doctor Who but they can McGetOverIt. I love it. I love the effort put into it. I love the stories. I love the silliness. I love it all I love it visually. I could see strings attached to a puppet and I wouldn't give a fuck. Seeing the security camera on the school in Lisa Frankenstein takes me out of it a bit, but I still fucking love Lisa Frankenstein.

I'd have to be senile to start saying that if the practical effects look like shit you might as well use CGI and green screens. NO!!!!!!!!!!! Go on location! Put your actors lives at risk! Build your monsters! They were on a REAL FUCKING CLIFF in 73 Yards. A REAL CLIFF!!!!! Not a green screen! Not a built set with an awesome fucking screen thingy in the background. A. Real. Cliff. Doctor Who is amazing and I'm kissing it on the mouth.