#feelin inspired to write something wow

[dabislittlemouse]

Dabi x reader who dresses up slutty for HIM only 💥💥💥💥💥💥

[winchesterandpie]

Lovin' Feelin': Asking you to be his girlfriend

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x wife!reader

Word Count: 1011

Warnings: highly self-indulgent, bad puns, fluff, and messing with Hangman and the other aviators

A/N: Good evening, aviators! This is your author speaking! We're back with another helping of Bradley and his wife messing with Hangman. I have three ideas for the eventual reveal and I think I'm going to write all of them. I also have several other ideas for this, so I'll probably keep revisiting this as inspiration strikes. Let me know if you have any ideas for fun bets, and I'll see about writing them! Enjoy!

Lovin' Feelin' Masterpost

“Thirty bucks says you won’t ask her to officially be your girlfriend.”

“By when?”

“End of tonight.”

“Tonight? Come on, Hangman, she isn’t even in town today. Give me a week,” Rooster bargained. He wasn’t technically lying, but you were returning tonight from visiting your friend. “She deserves something good.”

Hangman caved quickly. “Fine. But only because you two are so perfect together.” After three months of the two of you “dating,” even Hangman couldn’t help but notice how happy the two of you were together. It was fitting, then, that your unofficial callsign had become Sunshine.

That didn’t stop him from teasing Rooster for the amount of time he spent smiling at his phone.

“Alright, one week.”

“One week.”

“See you tomorrow, Bagman.” Rooster shook his head at the other pilot, turning away toward his car. He couldn’t wait to tell you about the newest bet. You had had a “first” kiss, a meet the team, and many smaller agreements. Hangman made most of the bets, seemingly trying to progress your relationship, but he was far from the only one. Bob had been surprisingly creative with some of his. All together, they had funded quite a few dates for the two of you.

The engine roared to life, but it didn’t cover the sound of his phone ringing. He grinned when he saw the caller ID.

“Your ears burning?” he asked when he answered the call.

“No,” you replied, and he could hear your smile in your voice. “Should they be?”

“Hangman made another bet.”

“Oh? What’s this one?”

“Asking you to be my girlfriend.”

“Wow, you’re planning on backing out of our marriage.”

He laughed, putting the Bronco in drive. “You caught me. I wish it didn’t have to be this way, sweetheart.” That pulled a laugh from you, and he drank in the sound. “Are you home yet?”

“Yeah, I just walked in the door.”

“How was your flight?”

“Not as fun as the flights you take me on, but everything went smoothly.”

“That’s good.” Bradley grinned at the memory of your most recent flight together in Maverick’s P-51 Mustang.

“How was your day?”

“It was good. We got to give some rookie pilots the runaround. I’ll have to tell you about it tonight.”

“Ooh, I can order takeout?”

“Perfect. I’ll be home in twenty.”

“See you in twenty. Love you!”

“Love you too.”

A week later, you were pulling up to the beach with Bradley and your face of surprise was ready. He slid his arm around your shoulders as you waved to his teammates. They greeted you like they didn’t know what was going down, but you knew better. Bradley hadn’t told you all the details, but he had told you that he had pulled the other pilots into whatever he was scheming.

You realized his plan was going into effect when the campfire burned low and the marshmallows came out. There were too many marshmallows being burnt. Hangman, you could believe as someone without the patience to brown a marshmallow properly, and a few of the others as well, but all of them? There was no way. There was the additional suspicion from no one letting you get ahold of a roasting stick, despite you reaching for one on more than one occasion.

“Here.” Bradley came to your rescue with a s’more already assembled.

“You are my new favorite person.” You grinned, reaching for the treat but he pulled it back.

“New? I wasn’t before?”

“Well, it’s not like you’re my boyfriend,” you teased, shrugging innocently. Alright, you may have done it intentionally to goad him into showing his hand.

“About that,” he trailed off, and despite your knowledge, you furrowed your brow in acted confusion.

“What? Are you…”

He stepped closer to you, offering the s’more again. “I’d like to see s’more of you.” You didn’t even let him finish before you were doubled over and cackling.

“That’s the best you’ve got?” Jake cried out, sounding like he was almost in pain on your husband’s behalf. "Sunshine deserves better!"

“You had a week and that’s it?” Tash chimed in.

You were leaning your weight into him now, still unable to stop laughing at the terrible line.

“Hold up, he hasn’t even asked her yet!” Reuben caught Jake’s hand before he could hold out the cash.

“And you would have robbed me blind?” Jake sounded even more offended as he gestured at Bradley’s hand outstretched for the money. You were already laughing, so you didn’t need to hide your snort at how little he really knew.

“Alright, alright, will the peanut gallery shut up?” Bradley shook his head, helping you back upright with a fond sigh. “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I… I really like you.”

“I really like you too,” you replied earnestly, then took a bite of your s’more. “Mostly for the s’mores.” He chuckled, dropping his head as his neck reddened.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he finally got the question out, his free hand coming up to the side of your face.

“Yes,” you answered immediately, closing the distance to kiss him amid cheers from the other pilots.

“Now you’re stuck with the man with the worst line I’ve ever heard,” Javy teased when you broke apart. “And I’ve heard all of Hangman’s lines.”

“I still can’t believe you made me give you a week only to disappoint.” Jake slipped the money into your husband’s back pocket before smacking his butt.

“Mmm, you think you could’ve come up with something better?”

“Oh I know I could. But this just gives me more stories for when I’m inevitably the best man at your wedding.”

You just grinned, leaning into your husband’s shoulder as you wondered, not for the first time, how they would react when they found out you two were already married. Bradley looked over at you, the spark of mischief in his eyes overshadowed by a tenderness reserved for very few. Sure, you rolled your eyes at his sometimes terrible lines, but you wouldn’t trade him for anything.

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[starryeyedrookie]

Take Me Home (Ethan x MC)

Book: Set after Open Heart Book 3

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Evelyn Long)

Word count: 1,307

Rating: General

Category: Pure fluff

Summary: The Ramsey family take a road trip to New York to visit Evelyn’s grandparents for the weekend.

Author’s note: I was inspired to write this fic after a short embarrassing story that I told about Ethan from @jamespotterthefirst Newlywed Game questions which you can read here. This is the full story and also my first fic so I am open to comments and criticism. I hope you all enjoy reading it!❤️

“Evelyn? Evelyyyn?!” Ethan calls through the apartment to no response.

“I’m in here!” A voice calls from the master bedroom.

Opening the door, he finds Evelyn stuffing a suitcase, clothes scattered around her.

“Babe, why are you only packing now? We have to leave in an hour.”

“I packed before, but I was just checking to see if I had everything I needed.”

Ethan crosses the room to stand beside her. Looking into her suitcase, he finds that she’s packed seven underwear along with several different pairs of shoes.

“I highly doubt you’re going to need seven pairs of underwear for a three-day trip sweetheart.”

“I like to be prepared! You never know what can happen.” She starts checking off her fingers, “I can somehow fall into the water and get it wet, it can rip, I can-

He places a finger to her lips to silence her, laughing good-naturedly. “Also, if you’re having trouble closing that monster, it’s probably all those shoes.”

“I like to have options.” Evelyn insists.

“Okay, well please finish so we can start packing the car. We have to leave before the traffic gets too heavy.” Ethan says, kissing her sweetly before heading out of the room.

“Love you!” Evelyn calls after him.

“I love you too.”

A little while and a lot of tidying up later, the family of three is in Ethan’s car, ready to make the five-hour drive to New York to visit Evelyn’s grandparents for the Fourth of July weekend.

“I’m so happy! I haven’t seen my grandparents in a while, and this is the first time we’ve gotten to bring Jenner on a trip with us.” Evelyn states excitedly, petting a happily panting Jenner in the backseat.

Ethan smiles warmly at her. “Didn’t you mention to me that you used to live with your grandparents?”

“Ya, I lived with them while I was attending university. It made the experience better. Not having to live in a dorm, no constant instant ramen, all you’re typical broke college student things.”

“Did they mind having you stay for so long?”

“No, I didn’t see them in person super often as a kid, so they were happy to have the company with it being just the two of them and the dog.”

“They have a dog?”

“Ya, I told you. They have a corgi named Lucy.”

“And they’re okay with us bringing Jenner?”

Evelyn rolls her eyes. “Yes, Ethan. I specifically asked to make sure it would be okay.”

“Alright, as long as you’re sure.”

A few moments of silence pass. “Something doesn’t feel right.” Evelyn sighs.

“What’s wrong?” Ethan asks worriedly. “Did you forget something?”

“No, I didn’t. Do you know what the problem is?” Ethan arched an eyebrow in question. “We have no music! We can’t have a road trip without music!” She pulls out her phone to play her playlist.

“Oh no.” Ethan sighs, faking disdain although he knows that he loves it when she sings.

“Oh yes! Just a small-town girl! Livin’ in a lonely world! She drove in Ethan’s car goin’ anywhere!” They both start laughing, knowing that Evelyn loves to change the words in her favourite songs. “Sing with me, Ethan!”

“I’d much rather just listen to you sing sweetheart.”

“Please?” she asks, making puppy dog eyes at him. “The chorus is coming up.”

“Don’t stop. Believin’.” He starts singing. “Hold on to that feelin’!” Evelyn adds. “Streetlight, people!” They sing together happily for the rest of the drive.

A few hours later they arrive at Evelyn’s grandparents’ house, her grandpa waiting for them on the porch swing. “Papa!” she shouts as she runs out to greet him. “Evelyn! I haven’t seen you in so long! You look absolutely radiant.” he laughs, wiping tears from his eyes. “And Ethan, how are you? At the rate you’re going, you’ll look even better than me when you reach my age!” Ethan laughs. “Thank you, sir, but I don’t think that’s possible.” He goes in for a handshake. “Oh, we’re long past that my boy, come here! And please, we’re past sir as well. You’re my granddaughter’s husband so that makes me your Papa too.” he states wrapping Ethan in a big hug.

“Is Nana home?” Evelyn asked, having not seen her yet.

“She left a little while ago to take Lucy for her for a walk. You guys must be hungry. Do you want something to eat? I’m making dinner now, but your Nana made so much food before she left so you can have some now if you want.”

“Thank you, Papa. We should take Jenner for a walk to stretch his legs before we eat though. We had something to eat on the way here, so we’ll wait for dinner.” Evelyn smiles graciously.

“Okay, as long as you won’t be hungry, there’s that dog park down the street if you remember that you can go too. Nana takes Lucy there all the time.”

“Okay, thanks!”

“See ya’ll in a bit! And Jenner when you come back, I have a treat for you!”

“Woof woof!” Jenner barks as he happily wags his tail, relieved to be out of the car.

Following the trail to the park, Evelyn looks around. “Everything is just like I remember.”

“When was the last time you visited?”

“Two years ago. They went away last year for the holiday. Oh, there’s the park up ahead!” she says pointing to the park full of dogs and their owners. “Do you have the ball?”

“Right here,” Ethan responds, pulling the ball out of his pocket. He throws it as Jenner takes off running. Moments pass and he still hasn’t returned. “Where could he be?” Evelyn wonders aloud, shielding her eyes from the sun to look for Jenner, also just realizing that Ethan is no longer standing next to her. “Ethan? Ethan, where are you?!”

“I found him!” he shouts back, running to the sight of two dogs tangled together. “Jenner get off of her!” he scolds, standing to apologize to the owner. “I’m so sorry ma’am I- “Nana!” Evelyn runs to gather her grandmother in a hug. “Nana…?” Ethan blushes furiously, having not recognized her with her big hat and sunglasses.

“Evelyn, what a surprise! I didn’t expect you guys to get here so early!”

“We left earlier so we could beat the traffic. I’m so sorry about Jenner. We threw the ball and-

“Don’t worry about it, dear. Come here Ethan, let me get a better look at you!” Ethan steps forward hesitantly still reeling over the interaction that just happened moments ago. “Wow, so handsome! You look even better in person.”

“Thank you,” he mumbled, still blushing.

“I didn’t take him to be a shy one Evey!”

“He’s not usually shy, I think you’re just matching his charming game, Nana.” Evelyn smiles, attaching Jenner back on his leash.

“Oh, I know sweetie. Come on.” she says, taking Ethan’s hand “dinner is probably ready and we should go eat if we’re going to see the fireworks later.”

Lots of food, dessert, and lively conversation later, everyone is headed to the park to watch the fireworks. Ethan lays down a blanket for him and Evelyn to sit on.

“So, did you have fun today?” Evelyn asks, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Aside from the fact that Jenner tried to jump Lucy, yes, it was quite nice.”

“Nana likes you a lot.”

“I know, some would think even more than you do,” he says laughing and kissing her hand.

“Not possible,” she responds, booping his nose.

Together, they watch the fireworks, an amicable silence settling between them.

“I love you, Evelyn. And I hope one day when we grow old, we'll be just like your grandparents. That we'll still care for, love, and adore each other as they do.”

“We will Ethan, ” she says, kissing him, “and I love you too.”

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[nerdstar23]

‪- “ONE IN A MILLION!”‬ ‪🗣🎙..‬ ‪“Cause.. I’m Kind Of Like Aaliyah, Are You That Somebody, Boy I Gotta Watch My Back, Cause I Not Just Anybody, But I’m Trying To Get Close, Close To Your Body, Rock The Boat, Baby.. Rock The Boat, I’m More Than A Woman, I’m A.. Fxcking Queen, You May Have Seen A Lot, But, I’m Something You’ve Never.. Seen, I’ll Make You Really Fall In Love With.. Me, I’ll Love You At Your Worst, && I’ll Love You At Your Best, At The End Of The Day, Just Know That.. You Are Loved, Sometimes.. We Go Back && Forth, But.. If You Ever Feel Unloved, We’ll Start Over, && Try Again, To Get Back To Where We Was, Cause Our Love Will Always Win, && You Know.. I Don’t Wanna Be.. Be Without You, I Don’t Wanna Be Alone, I Need To Be Close To You, Baby.. You’re My Comfort Zone, I’ll Write You A 4 Page Letter, Expressing All That I Feel, I Care For You, You Are The One I Gave My Heart To, So Are You Feelin’ Me, The Way I’m Feelin’ You? Together We’re Never Givin’ Up, When People See Us Together, They Know What’s Up, Peoples Opinions, It’s Whatever, We Cool, We Good, We Chillin’, Cause Our Love Is.. One In A Million!”‬ ‪— YungMuzyk👑 ((I Think.. I Wrote This Last Year ) _______________________ INSPIRATION, 🏆👑💋... ‬ ‪1/16/1979-8/25/2001‬ ‪AALIYAH DANA HAUGHTON! ‬ ‪Forever My Favorite! 20 Years Gone.. WOW!‬ ‪Never Will Be Forgotten. I Miss You! ‬ ‪Rest Well, Baby Girl. _______________________ #AaliyahHaughton #Inspiration #RIPAaliyah #AaliyahForever #Aaliyah20Years #Music #Artist #Dancer #Smooth #Dope #Love #Life #Singer #Performer #Entertainer #Greatness #Amazing #Passion #Create #Speak #Inspire #Beautiful #Liyah #Favorite #IMissYou #Always , #NoSenseMusic #YungMuzyk • #RIP #BabyGirl 🙏🏽‬ https://www.instagram.com/p/CTAtqeLnsgv/?utm_medium=tumblr

[tracle0]

WIP Bops Tag

So I got tagged for.... two music/listening related games in the span of two days so I will. Do both in one to save myself idk making another post lmao

First one: I think you just list things you’ve been listening to. Maybe the last ten things you listened to? I don’t know man. Tagged by the wonderful @kaatiba​ thank you boo 

I have been listening to...

Cloud Cult - I stand by the fact that Cloud Cult 500% have the best bops for apparently all my wips. ‘Time Machine Invention’ is peak Leon, don’t try and tell me otherwise. ‘It’s Your Decision’ gives me big Percival vibes. ‘Good Friend’ apparently works for every single WIP I have because I write about friends too much.

Night Vale - I missed Night Vale ok. I’ve listened to it all already, but I wanted to hear the Strexcorp arc again, and the liveshow and Carlos man. Carlos. 

I’ll Follow You Into The Dark - isolated song, but I have been listening to it over and over again, because it’s somehow playing my heart strings rather than a guitar. I am obsessed with this song. I learnt it on the ukuele as soon as I could. Major Mika vibes. Made me realise ‘ohhh he’s Catholic ain’t he’ and also made me figure out his friendship with Lynne more. Thanks, song.

Vienna Teng - someone else mentioned her recently, and I went ‘oh yeah I used to listen to her I should do that again’ the only memory I have of hearing her songs is. Not good. So I’m trying to get other memories down lmao.

I need to listen to...

Jake Parker Plagorised My Book which is a very cheerful subject. Quick run-down; Jake Parker is the creator of the yearly Inktober challenge. He plagorised the book of a black artist. I figured I should understand the Drama and then decide what I’ll do in October if not Inktober. 

Okay that’s like five, good enough. Next tag game;

Rules: Share some songs that have inspired your WIP or characters, then tag some people to play! - tagged by @albatris​ thanks homie and I’ve decided I’m going to jump around between WIPs becuase I want to. 

So first off I feel like the songs that first made me go ‘oh I could make a story out of this’ - DIAS spawned from ‘Hopeless Opus’ by Imagine Dragons. I got the idea for like. Two characters who were seperated for some reason, both regretting something, and went ‘okay! How.’ and my brain spat out Leon and Ant.

Whereas wip4 sort of spawned from both ‘On Melancholy Hill’ by Gorillaz, obviously, and also ‘Light a Roman Candle With Me’ by fun. And I cannot tell you at all why this story spawned from these songs. I think it was mostly... for Melancholy Hill, it gave me isolation vibes, and Roman Candle was more... a desperate reach for connection. wip4 has a focus on friendship. I guess that works? 

DIAS again - ‘The Cave’ by Mumford and Sons is. Peak DIAS, not gonna lie. I have officially storyboarded out an entire animatic that is just the entire plot of DIAS to this song. Every verse sort of follows each act of DIAS and uhh

So make - your sirens song and sing - all you want I will not hear what you have to say

I can’t say why because major spoilers, but that lyric. Fits. Very well. 

I mentioned ‘Time Machine Invention’ by Cloud Cult being a major Leon song, because it is, so I’ll talk about that here; Leon gets blown up at one point, and loses his leg. This, along with the fact he thinks Ant is dead, makes him Very Depressed. Vincent comes along like ‘hey dickhead stop being depressed’ except said in a slightly nicer way, and gives him a vote of confidence he needs to get up and try and fix one of the problems he has, that being the leg. 

If we give this moment our fullest attention, we’ll just keep moving forward, with no need for going back.

Which is honestly, just really good life advice, but is also kinda Leon finally starting to let go of the guilt he has over possibly killing Ant and starting to live life without any new regrets. 

wip4 again because this is getting long but I still have things to talk about; ‘Turn The Lights Off’ by Tally Hall is big It vibes, and I cannot tell you how but it does. I’m delighted to put ‘Holding Onto You’ by Twenty One Pilots as a major Keaton song, for the simple reason that Holding Onto You has tried to be a wip song for EVERY SINGLE wip, but it finally actually fits. Heck,

I’m taking over my body, back in control, no more shotty,  I bet a lot of me was lost,  t’s uncrossed and i’s undotted

is like. The first verse, and is also major Keaton being like ‘WOW WHAT THE HELL I WASLITERALLY DEAD UM WHAT’ and also the entire struggle against It. Fun times. 

‘Hello, My Old Heart’ by The Oh Hello’s is a Big Percival Mood, and I can’t really explain why - extreme protectiveness over himself and trying to save himself??? Maybe. Uhh. I’ll give you an Abby song and then done with wip4 - ‘Icicles’ by The Scary Jokes fits her freakishly well. I just found out the artist is nonbinary, which is cool, but I’ll talk about that another day. 

I can only be forgiven if I'm givin' myself up to you  On a silver serving tray  Must I bare myself to the stabbing of your knife and gnashing teeth  While our lovely company appears so entertained?

I think Abby recognises that she is in the wrong for a lot of the story, but also thinks that admitting this to Percival would sort of... reverse their roles? That he’d want revenge and would inflict the years of pain she’d put him through onto her. He wouldn’t but she doesn’t realise that. So ‘must I bear myself to the stabbing of your knife and gnashing teeth’ is just. What she assumes she’d have to deal with. 

Okay! Final song and it’s for DIAS and also for Simon cause we’re talking about villains okay. He’s got ‘The Greatest Show’ but specifically the cover by Panic! At The Disco. Simon is, to quote the lovely Summayah, ‘a dramatic fuck’ and this song is dramatic as fuck. 

Don't fight it, it's comin' for you, runnin' at ya It's only this moment, don't care what comes after Your fever dream, can't you see it gettin' closer? Just surrender 'cause you feel the feelin' takin' over 

Which is a pretty good way to explain Silvertongue commands and his general attitude to them, don’t you think? 

I’m done now. I have more songs and entire playlists but I’m done, I’ve rambled enough, this is long. I will tag: @joyful-soul-collector @druidx73 @petrolstationflowers @scmalarky @the-starlight-chills and you sir, over there, please, tell me about songs.

[ladylillianrose]

You’ve Got SPRQS a Max Richman/Zoey Clarke fanfiction

A/N: Thank you all so much for your overwhelming support for this fic! I really do appreciate every single one of your comments and kudos!

Special thanks to aubreyrichman for putting up with me writing this at 1AM, making edits and then deciding to change a bunch of things later! *kisses*

Caroline belongs to @jade4813​ (she's just too good a character not to use!), while Evelyn and Ollie were collectively decided by the discord group!

All the other characters are Austin Winsberg's, he can have them back eventually....

Song is "She's Got a Way," by Billy Joel (Listen to it here https://youtu.be/p0iOEOtSyB0)

Summary: Max reflects on his day, and Zoey gets a special message from PianoMan

Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Max headed home with a spring in his step. He still couldn't believe he'd allowed Tobin to pester him into signing up for SPRQS. He’d signed up with the younger man peering over his shoulder and offering advice for what to put in his profile to “help get the ladies”, all of which Max ignored.

Thankfully, Tobin hadn't said anything about him signing up in front of Zoey. Max had implied that he had no intention of signing up for the app, and Tobin willingly played along. Though, he did get the third degree from him later about it.

“Why didn’t you just tell her that you had already signed up?” Tobin asked.

“I don’t know, I panicked. I didn’t want Zoey to know, it seems a little desperate,” Max admitted.

“Bro, you’re already kind of desperate,” Tobin grinned. “Don’t think I haven’t seen you smiling every time your watch buzzes.”

“What...no...I don’t….” Max was interrupted by his watch alerting him to a new message from Red, he felt his lips quirk.

Tobin just looked at him knowingly.

“Shut up,” Max grumbled good naturedly. 

Tobin clapped him on the shoulder, grinning, “Nope, not desperate at all.”

He hadn't intended to ever use the app, but he'd glanced through a few profiles just out of curiosity. But then he found Red's profile and he just had to ask why she preferred Star Wars.

He hadn't been joking when he said that most of the women, he knew preferred Star Wars. Zoey, his sister Evelyn, even his sister-in-law Caroline all claimed that it was the superior franchise. Who knew such a ridiculous question would be the start of…. whatever this was.

He grinned thinking of the messages they'd exchanged already. She was smart, funny, and she wanted to keep talking to him, all wins in his book. Even if nothing romantic came of this, at least he had found someone else to talk to. 

Max tossed his backpack on the counter, said a quick hello to his cat Ollie, and headed straight for the piano.

He spent nearly an hour getting the recording ready to send. He was so nervous, though he wasn't sure why. He had played the piano for people before, but there was something just more intimate about recording it for only one person to hear.

Before he could change his mind, he hit send on the message. She had mentioned something about learning more about music, but just in case he had attached a lyric sheet with the recording.

He glanced at Ollie, who was sitting next to him on the piano bench. "What do you think, Ollie?"

Ollie tilted his head and looked up at him.

*Mrowr?*

"Hopefully, she likes it."

*Prowr?*

"Just someone I started talking to online, today," Max responded, reaching over to pet Ollie.

*purr*

"Now, we just have to wait for her to respond. How's Chinese for dinner sound? I'll even let you have a shrimp."

*MROWR!*

Max chuckled as he ordered dinner, hoping food would provide a distraction for him. Anything to keep from worrying about what she might think of his playing.

An hour later he was picking at his food, with still no response from Red.

He sighed, setting the container down, she must have hated it and was too afraid to tell him.

His watch buzzed, almost as though it had sensed his despair.

He took a deep steadying breath before opening the message.

"Wow…. that was…. wow…" She sent him.

"Is that a good wow or a bad wow?"

"Are you kidding me? That was an, ‘I'm so impressed that I can't even form coherent sentences,’ wow."

Max felt himself blushing, embarrassed by her praise.

"You really liked it?"

"It was amazing."

He grinned, feeling pleased.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm happy to play more for you anytime you want."

"Careful, a girl could get used to that."

Was she flirting? It seemed like she might be, but he never really could tell. Max was flustered, how was he supposed to respond, did he flirt back?  Luckily, he didn't have to wait to figure it out. 

"Oh God, that came across way flirtier than I intended. I promise, I don't go around just throwing myself at strangers online."

He chuckled, she seemed as nervous as he was about all of this.

"I believe you, though for the record if you were flirting with me, I wouldn't object."

"I'll keep that in mind. ;) It's getting late though, I should probably turn in. Goodnight, Billy. Thank you for the song."

"Goodnight, Red."

He glanced up with a grin at Ollie, who had his head in the abandoned carton, deciding to help himself to the leftovers. 

Max scooped him up, and spun around the room, grinning like a fool. "She liked it, Ollie! She liked my song!"

*Prowrr?* 

"Well, no I'm not sure exactly where this is going. But it definitely feels like it's the start of something."

*Mrowr* 

Ollie leapt out of his arms, and gave a big yawn.

"You're right, we should turn in." Max put away the leftovers and tossed the empty containers. He headed to his bedroom, all the while grinning and humming ‘She's Got a Way’.

________________________________________________________________

Zoey knocked on Mo's door as soon as she got home, eager to tell him all about her foray into the world of online dating.

Mo opened the door and Zoey walked in, "So, my boss decided to sign me up for a dating app….and I may have spent a good portion of today talking to this one guy on it. Long story short, he is sending me a recording of him playing the piano."

Mo raised his eyebrows and headed to the kitchen to pour them both a glass of wine. "So, you met someone on a dating app and talked to only him all day and now he's going to play piano for you? Color me impressed; you've had a busy day."

Zoey smiled and took a sip of her wine.

"So, what does he look like? Is he cute? I mean if he plays piano, he probably has those lovely pianist's fingers…."

Zoey coughed as she inhaled her wine. "Pianist's fingers?" 

Mo looked at her, "Oh yes, child. Have you never noticed a man's hands before? Mmm, they can be a thing of beauty. And as a pianist, he definitely knows how to use them."

She turned bright red, "Can't say I had before, but now that's literally all I can think of."

 Mo grinned, “Come on now, tell me about this new man."

"Well, the app is all based on getting to know one another through messages. So, I don't know what he looks like, where he works or even his real name." Zoey explained.

"So, let me get this straight. You don't know who this person is, what they do or what they look like?"

"Pretty much," Zoey nodded.

"Well, if that doesn't sound like an easy way to get murdered."

"That's not what will happen!" Zoey insisted. "It's all about building a meaningful connection without having to worry about how you look or how they look. Besides, you don’t ever have to meet them if you choose not to."

"Well, if you do decide to arrange a meeting, let me know."

"Aww, so you can be there to support me?"

"No, so I can practice what to say to the news channels when they ask about your disappearance." Zoey rolled her eyes as Mo laughed. "Of course, to go with you."

"Joan has called dibs on going, too." Zoey drained her glass.

"Oh good, she can bring the popcorn."

 Zoey felt her watch buzz and saw that she had a download available from PianoMan.

"I, uh, need to go listen to this...alone…" she said, standing up.

"You go listen to his song, just remember what I said about his hands," Mo winked at her as she headed back to her apartment. 

She snuggled up on the sofa with her favorite blanket, before finally pressing play.

The sounds of delicate piano chords swept over her as she listened. She had never heard the song before, but it sounded so beautiful, it took her breath away. The song finished and she sat there in silence, absorbing what she had just heard.

She glanced down and saw a second attachment. He had sent her a copy of the lyrics, and included a note, “Just in case you don’t know this song.” She smiled; he had remembered that she mentioned not knowing much about music. She pressed play again, following along with the lyrics as she got lost in the feeling of the song.

She's got a way about her

I don't know what it is

But I know that I can't live without her

She's got a way of pleasin'

I don't know what it is

But there doesn't have to be a reason

Anyway

She's got a smile that heals me

I don't know why it is

But I have to laugh when she reveals me

She's got a way of talkin'

I don't know what it is

But it lifts me up when we are walkin'

Anywhere

She comes to me when I'm feelin' down

Inspires me without a sound

She touches me and I get turned around

She's got a way of showin'

How I make her feel

And I find the strength to keep on goin'

She's got a light around her

And everywhere she goes

A million dreams of love surround her

Everywhere

She comes to me when I'm feelin' down

Inspires me without a sound

She touches me and I get turned around

She's got a smile that heals me

I don't know why it is

But I have to laugh when she reveals me

She's got a way about her

I don't know what it is

But I know that I can't live without her

Anyway

She was even more moved as she read the lyrics, it was a beautiful song, and he played it wonderfully.

She listened to the recording several more times, until she had it memorized.

Glancing at the time she realized he had sent it to her over an hour ago and she still hadn't responded. Hopefully, she hadn't made him panic.

"Wow…. that was…. wow…" She sent him.

"Is that a good wow or a bad wow?"

Zoey laughed; did he really not know how talented he was?

"Are you kidding me? That was an, ‘I'm so impressed that I can't even form coherent sentences,’ wow."

She smiled, thinking about how many times she had listened to it already.

"You really liked it?"

She could tell he wasn’t fishing for compliments, he genuinely wanted to know what she thought.

"It was amazing."

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm happy to play more for you anytime you want."

She felt her pulse quicken. He wanted to play more for her, and she wanted to hear him play.

"Careful, a girl could get used to that."

She panicked as she realized what she had just said. She blamed the wine for bringing out her flirtier nature.

"Oh God, that came across way flirtier than I intended. I promise, I don't go around just throwing myself at strangers online."

'Even if said strangers are sweet, kind of dorky and can play piano,' she mumbled to herself.

"I believe you, though for the record if you were flirting with me, I wouldn't object."

She gasped slightly. So, flirting was something he was open to….

"I'll keep that in mind. ;) It's getting late though, I should probably turn in. Goodnight, Billy. Thank you for the song."

"Goodnight, Red."

She headed off to bed, humming the song he had played her as she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of her mystery man with pianist's fingers.

[crimsonbluemoon]

BBS Anon Tumblr AUs

Okay, so I got a little creative last night because I had this cute idea, but then it splintered into a TON of ideas and I honestly just don’t have time to write them all, so I figured what I could do is give you all of the headcanons that I have for the couples in order to help flush the idea out of my mind. So please, enjoy these silly headcanons, and let me know what you think!! <3

AU PREMISE FOR ALL STORIES: One boy loves/likes/hates/has some feelings toward the other boy, so they make an anon Tumblr and send them an ask that leads to them talking. 

Also the boys are all in college. Cause yeah...>.>

H2O Vanoss: Evan is a popular music blog “Vanoss”, Jonathan is the shy follower who sends in an unusually sweet message on New Years Eve as his New Years resolution (Luke challenges him to do something he’s wanted to do forever, and Jonathan tell him he’s going to confess to his crush but won’t tell him who it is). Jonathan has been friends with Evan for five years, and in love with Evan for two years after hearing him perform a self-written song during a charity event for the school. He intended for this to be his only ask, so he kind put a lot of feelings into it and wrote it as a submission (as Tumblr only allows 500 characters). Also, randomly reblogs a cute picture of Evan fanart. After this he goes to sleep, he wakes up to a bunch of alerts saying that “Vanoss” will be doing a surprise performance that afternoon in the school common area. Jonathan goes, wanting to see his performance (as he’s gone to all of them, being Evan’s “Good luck charm”) and hangs in the back while texting Evan a stupid good luck thing. He kinda gets surprised Evan speaks to the crowd (as he never does), and he’s kinda obviously nervous but in THE cutest way possible. Jonathan is kinda smitten by this before Evan says ‘this goes out to someone who kind of made my night, and uh… I hope they’re here listening to this. Thanks for the letter, Delirious.’ Jonathan is like ‘...WHAT’ in his head and Evan sings this really sweet/cute song. Everyone loves it, and it’s obvious that people are snapchatting it and taping it, all with the same question: Who is Delirious?! After the song, Evan gives a little smile and is like ‘If you’re here, lemme know if you like it or something, Del.’ Cue Del kinda panicking and first thought is ‘must deactivate the tumblr and get rid of all of the evidence’ but as he’s going on his tumblr, but when he goes home, he’s got +99 notifications, all of them tagging him in the video and being like ‘Respond!’ He also gets like 200 more followers (“I DON’T EVEN USE THIS BLOG”) and people sending him asks about who he is. He does kinda make a post about himself saying he goes to the school (as some people were calling him a creep/saying he’s not real) but he can’t say who he is. Cue the craziness that is Jonathan being Evan’s friend and “trying to help him” find out who Delirious is, all while trying to keep his own feelings hidden because he’s re-falling in love with Evan through their chats on Tumblr.

Okay, this one is 99% going to be written. >.> I love it too much not to.

OhmToonz: “Ohmwrecker” is a Tumblr writer, who has gotten popularity for a web-book he is doing. Luke is a friend of Ryan’s and one of the only people who knows he is the Ohmwrecker. During a moment of writer’s block, Ryan asks for people to send him motivation asks to get him back on track. Luke, bored and feelin’ some kind of way because his best friend is too busy writing his story to pay attention to him, sends a flirty anon to get Ryan to blush and then log off of Tumblr. Ryan, however, gets a little bit of courage, and ends up flirting back with ‘ Toonzy’ as the anon has labeled himself. Luke is kinda impressed with his friend, and starts sending stupid one-liners and little flirty messages that imply that he actually knows Ryan, not just ‘Ohmwrecker’. This is kinda risky for Ryan, who has kept his identity a secret from the other kids on campus. But Ryan is really into this guy, who shifts onto messenger as ‘Cartoonz’ and maybe there’s a lot of sexual stuff that happens. >.> But as they kinda heat up, Luke slips that Ryan knows him, too, and now Ryan is like ‘wait, what?? We’re friends?!’ except Luke doesn’t remember telling Ryan this because he’s drunk. Now, Ryan is trying to figure out who Cartoonz is without letting Cartoonz know that he knows that Cartoonz knows him. It’s a hot mess.

TerrorMoo: Brian is a Tumblr artist, and Brock has been sending him anon messages for a while about his art. The two of them are cordial, living in the same dormintory, and bumping into each other late at night in the community room (Brock stays up late to finish papers and Brian says he draws best at 2am). Finally one day, Brock bites the bullet and makes a tumblr, wherein one night he reblogs all of Brian’s art and leaves really sweet tags on each one. Brock also does little analysis for each one, as Brian had earlier talked about possibly stopping his career in art in order to pursue a ‘more stable job’. This ends up getting a lot of activity regarding Brian’s work, and Brian takes notice of the like, 30 reblogs/comments “Moo-Snuckle” left on his work. Brian now is on the hunt to figure out who this mystery man is, and Brock is desperate to hide the truth, thinking that Brian will realize that he’s in love with him. Also can’t stop commenting/reblogging each of Brian’s new pictures, because Brian has openly said that ‘Moo’ is inspiring him to keep going with his art. Gay-os ensues.

MiniCat: Tyler doesn’t like Mini (a semi popular movie critic Tumblr) and so he sends him an anon message (was going to send hate, but Brian tells him to send a ‘love ask’ to pull a prank on him) and Tyler kinda expects a pompous answer or him kinda gloating about people sending him love. Instead, he’s surprised when Mini is really humbled, and starts to ask questions about him, as he would like to ‘get to know the person who was stupid enough to fall for him’. Tyler’s kinda stuck now, and he sorta grumbles out a ‘you’re not that stupid’ and hence them kinda talking through asks. Then Mini boldly tells him to send him a private message to him because he wants to get to know him better. Tyler, in a panic, creates ‘I-Am-Wildcat’ and reblogs a bunch of random shit to make it look like he had a blog all along. Accidentally shares some nsfw stuff, including gay boys, and Mini is like ‘oh wow, you’re really proactive about gay rights and stuff, that’s really cool’. Tyler is actually really sorta closeted atm, so he’s like ‘....fuck’. But hey, he’s anon, so it won’t REALLY hurt, right? And it’s through kinda talking to Mini that he starts to become okay with himself, and then comes the problem; how does he tell Mini that he’s falling for him when 1) Mini doesn’t know he’s gay irl and 2) The whole thing was a joke from the beginning? (not anymore lmao)

Krii7y: Smiity had just ended a relationship and was kinda feeling like shit about it. Put a post up saying ‘Should I even keep my tumblr? It’s not like anyone would care’. Smiity ends up getting an anon saying ‘I care, you fuck.’ Smiity, feeling a little self-deprecating, starts a conversation with ‘Kryoz’ about how he’s wrong, and if he did disappear, it wasn’t like this guy actually knows him. And when the guy is like ‘I do’ and Smiity is like ‘prove it’, the guy sends a anon with Smiity’s real name. And now Smiity’s like ‘wait wtf how do you know me? Who are you?’ and Kryoz is like ‘figure it out, bitch’. And this whole story is like, Smiity trying to figure out who this person is, while Kryoz gives him clues as well as flirts kinda (in their weird way) and Smiity is so focused on this new person and figuring it out that he kinda slips out of his depression about his ex and falls for this new quirky man.

So yeah, these are my silly AUs for these weirdos involving Tumblr asks. I don’t know, I just...my brain is too full of stuff. Just had to get these out. Let me know what you think. 

[thelastspeecher]

Hi, like your werepire ficlets! You mentioned in "Odd" that Ford almost killed Angie with wolfsbane in the werepire universe. Stan's reaction is understandable; So what's, Fiddleford, the protective brother's reaction to his friend almost killing his sister. Can't really see him stopping Stan. Was Fiddleford there when it happened, or did he find out afterwards? Would Stan & Angie stick around after that? I feel a sister-protecting-Ford-deflecting robot would be appropriate after that.

Well, Anon, you are in luck!  I was inspired by this ask to write that scene (which is actually something I’ve been meaning to do for a while).  To answer your questions that won’t get answered by the ficlet below: Stan and Angie stay in a motel a couple nights after the Incident, to get some space and allow everyone to cool off.  And Fiddleford loosens up his “I don’t really like this vampire guy hanging around Angie so much” feelings, bc he knows that Stan can protect Angie better than he can.  Fidds also refuses to cook for Ford for a few weeks.

And without further ado, here you go.  A free ficlet ;)

              Fiddleford could hear theshouting as he pulled into the driveway. He stifled a sigh.

              Great.  Those Pines men are at eachother’s throats again.  He turned offthe truck’s motor and stepped outside.

              “You coulda killed her, Stanford!”Stan’s voice screamed.  The pickup’skeys, held loosely in Fiddleford’s hand, fell to the ground.

              Her.  There’s only one “her” inthe house.  He bolted from the truck,not bothering to close the door in his haste, and tore into the house, slammingthe front door open.  Stan stood in theliving room, pinning Ford against the wall. He normally tried to hide his enlarged fangs, but they were on fulldisplay in a vicious snarl.  Fiddlefordlooked around frantically for Angie.  Hecaught sight of her, curled up in a ball on the floor a few feet from Stan andFord.

              “Banjey!” Fiddlefordshouted.  Stan and Ford looked over,startled.  Fiddleford ignored both ofthem, instead rushing to Angie’s side. Her body shuddered with deep coughs and loud wheezing.  “Banjey, what’s wrong?  What happened?”  Angie let out another wheeze.  Her eyes were watering.  Fiddleford’s heart stopped.  He recognized these symptoms.  “Where’s yer epi?”

              “Epinephrine won’t help her,”Ford said.  His voice was slightly strainedby Stan’s arm against his throat. Fiddleford whipped his head around to glare at Ford.

              “Yer not a medical doctor.  I know my sister!  She has a serious food allergy.  It looks exactly like this!”  Ford’s face paled.

              “She- she does?”

              “Yes!”

              “Right pocket,” Angie wheezed.  Fiddleford grabbed the EpiPen from the rightpocket in Angie’s jeans.  As he preparedto inject her with it, Ford shouted.

              “Wait!”

              “No, I don’t give a flyin’ darn ‘boutyer opinion, Stanford-” Fiddleford started.

              “The thing that triggered theallergic reaction is in the room.  Youneed to remove her before the epinephrine will be of use.”

              “Stanf-”

              “I’ll help,” Stan said.  He let go of Ford, who promptly fell to thefloor, and strode over.  “C’mon, Ang.”  Stan picked Angie up carefully and took heroutside, Fiddleford close behind.  Helaid her on the grass.  Fiddleford kneltbeside her and immediately used the EpiPen. Angie let out a loud gasp.  Herbreathing steadied.  After a few moments,the flush coloring her cheeks began to fade.

              “We’ll take you to the ER, don’tworry,” Fiddleford said calmly.  Angienodded.  Fiddleford stood.  “Stanley, you claim to love my sister.  Why the hell were ya wastin’ precious timearguin’ while she couldn’t breathe?” Fiddleford demanded.  Stan took a step back, visibly surprised bythe venom in Fiddleford’s voice.

              “Look, I didn’t-”

              “Ford’s fault,” Angiewheezed.  She sat up.  “It was Ford’s fault.”

              “I told ya not to eat the fancygranola he bought last week-”

              “No-” Angie started.

              “And save yer breath,junebug.  Ya need every bit of air ya canget right now.  Stan can explain thingsto me.”  Fiddleford looked at Stan.  “Well?”

              “I have no clue what happened,”Stan said.  “I was working on my car whenI heard Angie start screaming.  I raninside, and Ford was shoving something in her face, and she was completelyfreaking out, coughing and sneezing. She- she got worse while I was trying to get Ford to tell me what hedid.”

              “I didn’t mean for things to gothat poorly,” Ford’s voice said.  Fiddlefordspun around.  Ford had followed themoutside.  He had the grace to look sheepish.  “If I had known she was severely allergic tosomething already, I would have tried something else.  Lycanthropes don’t typically have such strongreactions to wolfsbane unless they ingest it.”

              “Ya shouldn’t have been tryin’ todo anything that would cause any sort of harm to- wait.”  Fiddleford stared at Ford.  “Lycanthropes?”  Ford nodded.

              “Angie’s a werewolf.”

              “A- Stanford, I told you not todiagnose my sister with some spookum disease!”

              “Fidds,” Angie said softly.  Fiddleford looked down at Angie, stillsitting on the grass.  She lookedaway.  “He’s right.”  Fiddleford sunk to his knees next to hissister.

              “What?”

              “He’s right.  He- he figured it out.  I’m-” Angie’s eyes suddenly filled with tears. Stan crouched next to Angie.

              “Ang,” Stan said.  Angie shook her head wordlessly.

              “Stanley, is- is she really-”Fiddleford started.  Stan nodded.

              “Yeah.  We figured it out pretty fast.  As far as we can tell, she got bit by awerewolf that she thought was a stray dog that needed help.  When she transformed for the first time, shewas too confused to turn back, and got stuck until I found her.”  Stan swallowed.  “We think she was trying to go home, sinceshe got all the way to Missouri from California.”

              “Oh.  Oh, dear. Oh, my poor baby sister.” Fiddleford stroked Angie’s hair. Angie let out a small sob. Fiddleford grit his teeth and stood. He glared at Ford.  “StanfordFilbrick Pines, what is wrong with you?”

              “I had to-”

              “No!  You didn’thave to poison my sister to prove she was a werewolf.  What, ya couldn’t wait until the next fullmoon?”

              “Fiddleford, I didn’t expect herto react so strongly,” Ford said, holding his hands out placatingly.

              “Ya shouldn’t have exposed her tosomethin’ ya thought she would react to at all! Even if ya thought she would just sneeze once!  Yer too foolhardy, dammit!”

              “Fiddleford-”

              “Clean up everything in the housethat could hurt my sister.  Now,”Fiddleford said firmly.  “Stan ‘n I aregoin’ to take her to the hospital.”  Fordpuffed up for a moment like he was going to argue, before deflating andsilently nodding.  He went backinside.  Fiddleford turned his attention backto Angie.  “Why didn’t you tell me?” heasked.  Angie slowly got to her feet withStan’s help.

              “I didn’t want to complicatethings,” Angie said.  “You were alreadydealin’ with a lot.  Yer missin’ sistershowin’ up out of nowhere with no memory, said sister havin’ a vampire fer aboyfriend, said vampire bein’ yer research partner’s estranged twin.  I didn’t want to add to it.  And…” Angie looked down at her feet.  “Ididn’t want you to fuss over me any more than you already were.  I’m fine. Mostly.”  She coughed.

              “You were worried ‘bout how Iwould react,” Fiddleford said.  Angienodded.  “Well, that’s fair, since I ain’tquite sure how I’d react findin’ this out under dif’rent circumstances.  But with everything that just happened, youbein’ a werewolf is the least of my worries.” Angie let out a wheeze.  “Case inpoint.  We need to take ya to the hospital.  Like ya always do after ya use yer epi.”  Angie rolled her eyes.

              “I know, Fidds.  I know.”

              “C’mon.”  Fiddleford helped Angie into the passengerseat of his pickup.  She immediatelyleaned against the window, her eyes closed. Fiddleford looked at Stan.  “Allthis time, I’ve been feelin’ a bit weird ‘bout a vampire bein’ the one torescue my sister.  But if she ain’t humanneither, it’s prob’ly fer the best it was you and not some Joe Schmoe.”  Stan grinned toothily.

              “Wow, that was almost acompliment,” Stan said.  He soberedabruptly.  “But I think so too.  Can’t imagine how a normal human wouldareacted to Angie turning into a wolf a few weeks after meeting her.  Me? Weird shit like that’s my bread and butter nowadays.”  Angie rolled down the window.

              “Are you two gents ever goin’ totake me to the hospital?” she called.  “Orshould I just walk there?”

[softkwannie]

tags on tags on tags~

sorry i’m so late to getting around to all of these, (i’ve been almost too busy to exist ;__;), but they definitely weren’t forgotten about!

bc there are quite a few heaped into one post - again, my fault for being so late fhfhfh - i’ve popped them all under the tab.

music tag  ╰☆╮

tagged by: @fleurdepoirier, thank you for the tag!!

rules: put your music library on shuffle, list the first 10 songs and then tag 10 people , or post 10 songs you can’t stop listening to and tag 10 people.

((i shuffled my library/my ‘liked songs’ on spotify too!))

1. team - lorde

2. ease - troye sivan ft. broods

3. run to you - seventeen

4. the (shipped) gold standard - fall out boy (oh wow the emo coming through as always fhfhf)

5. escape route - paramore

6. intro: never mind - bts

7. you - the 1975

8. love is so hard! - the millennial club

9. fever - carly rae jepsen

10. i think about you every night - victors

get to know me tag  ╰☆╮

tagged by @tokugawa-s (thanks elli iluuuu!!)

1. are you named after someone?

a very boring answer, but no, not that i know of

2. last time you cried? 

i’m not too sure but i think it was after my final psych exam paper that went horribly, horribly wrong lol...tbh i think i cried after every single one of my exams so either way it was definitely around that time

3. any kids?

probably not?? idk man it’s a rly weird thing but i never know how to act around kids i think i just naturally repel them fhfhfh...i wouldn’t rule it out 100%, (maybe if i met the right person and was like right!!! you NEED to father my children rn!!!!), but i don’t rly see kids as part of my future, if that makes any sense??

4. do you use sarcasm?

not so much online but irl uhhhh...too much

5. first thing you notice about a person?

eye contact, tone of voice

6. eye colour?

they are a very strange-lookin greeny-brown (i believe that makes them hazel?)

7. scary movies or happy endings? 

oh lordt always happy endings...my friends made me watch silence of the lambs a few years back and it still haunts me like i can’t even be in the room when anything even remotely scary is on tv bc i just....combust

8. special talents?

definitely not a talent bc i highkey don’t have any of those BUT!! one of my pupils is larger than the other and according to my optician that’s pretty special ;_;

9. birthplace?

without revealing my real crummy hometown to the world i was born an hour or so outside of london, uk

10. hobbies?

writing, reading, (although i’ves sadly lost that reading mojo recently), bullet journalling, taking lots of baths and lots of walks

11. do you/have you ever played any sports?

i’ve never played any sports in teams/clubs or anything but i like swimming just for fun!

12. pets?

yes, and this is a very important piece of info: i have one cat and she is the light of my life

13. height?

5’4.5/164cm

14. favourite subject in school?

english (lit)

15. dream job?

it changes often but something to do with writing/editing/copywriting/publishing/journalism maybe?? anything where i get to read/write hehe 

tag, you’re it  ╰☆╮

tagged by: @shuasunflowers - thank youuu!

name/alias: sophie/soph

birthday: february 6th

zodiac: aquarius sun, cancer moon

height: answered above!!

hobbies: again, answered above

fav colour: purple/yellow

last song: ‘loving is easy’ by rex orange county (aka the loml)

fav book: ‘the kite runner’ by khaled hosseini

last film: the princess bride (one of my favourite films ever)

inspiration for muse: idrk tbh maybe my irl friends? but also definitely lots of idol airport fashion

meaning behind url: pretty self explanatory tbh fhfhf i’m just soft for seungkwan 24/7

tagging (for all tags): as per usual i’ve completely lost track of which of my moots have previously been tagged in these, so i’ll just tag anybody interested!! feel free to do one/two/none of any of these if you’re feelin it

thanks again to everybody who tagged me, much love to you all~

[smilingformoney]

Platinum Diamond Scene: Songwriting with Avery

You: Of course I’ll help you! Let’s go back to the live room.

You settle in at the piano together. This close together, your elbows are almost touching. Oh. My. God. You: So… What kind of song do you want to write? Avery smiles mysteriously. Avery: Well, I was thinking of writing a song about falling in love, actually. You: Oh, really? You notice your mouth is still open in surprise, and close it, clearing your throat. Avery: Well… my favourite song of mine is ‘Lift Me Up.’ It draws from the same theme, and I connect with it the most. You: It’s definitely a classic. Avery: I’d love to write love songs like that someday… but from my heart. Avery: The rush, the thrill… I want to capture that. You: So why don’t we? You: Let’s brainstorm there for a second. What does falling in love make you think of?

You: For me, when I think about falling in love, I think of… -Electricity.

There’s an energy you can feel when your chemistry is flowing. Avery: Yes, exactly! Like everything around the two of you is buzzing at the same frequency.

-Time warps.

You: When you’re falling, three hours only feels like fifteen minutes. Avery: Yes, exactly! It’s all a heady rush, and you have to struggle to catch your breath.

-Uncertainty.

You: There’s some fear about taking the leap, and anxiety about not knowing how it’ll all end. You: But there’s something kind of exciting about it, too. Avery: Exactly. Despite the tension, or maybe because of it, part of your soul still feels as light as a dollop of whipped cream on angel food cake.

You swallow, hoping they don’t hear your heart going a mile a minute. Ugh, yeah, they definitely can. You: That’s… that’s really good! You: Alright, now, let’s see these ideas to music. We’ll record it as backup. You never know when you’ll want to save something! You each place one hand over the piano and tentatively play some chords. You play until you fall into a rhythm and chord progression together. You: Okay, now, why don’t you sing whatever comes to mind, based on what you said earlier? It doesn’t have to be perfect! Avery laughs, one of the lightest sounds you’ve ever heard. Avery: Oh, I might get in trouble for that… and it’d be terrible to go off-brand, wouldn’t it? Your stomach does a flip. Are they… talking about you? You: Didn’t all the best music start by breaking some rules? Avery: Now I’m feeling the way I must have made you feel during your One In A Million rehearsals. You: Don’t worry, I’ll start us off. We can take turns. You continue pressing the keys together, slowly but surely. Avery takes a deep breath. You: What’s this way you’ve got me feeling? I’ve never felt it before…

-If you said electricity

Avery: The air is sizzlin’, burnin’… I don’t know which way to turn. You: Meet me halfway in the stars tonight. We’ll trace the sky with our wings… Avery: Baby, you make me feel… like lightning!

-If you said time warps

You: With you, with me, everything’s a blur… Avery: My heart’s beatin’ in doubt time tonight… You: Run away with me where they can’t catch us… Avery: Catch up, baby, but don’t catch your breath…

-If you said uncertainty

Avery: Too late for second guessin’… You: But your hand in mine feels alright… Avery: Feelin’ light as a cloud on a summer night…

Avery: Don’t know if it’s the right time… Too soon, too fast, too slow… Avery: All I know is this moment… Wanna tell you what you do to me, and never let you go… Your heart skips a literal beat as Avery’s voice reverberates into the air. You: Whoa, Avery! You’re a natural at this! That felt so raw! Avery: The product is rough, but… pulling those words out of the air felt incredible. You: Yeah, it wasn’t a fluke, Avery. It was all you. This is a great jumping off point. You: Going forward, maybe you can keep a lyrics notebook around with you. This one is mine.

LYRICS NOTEBOOK -Flip through the pages.

You: Even if you’re out and about, in a taxi, wherever… if inspiration strikes, make sure to write it down, so you don’t forget it! You: I keep audio logs on my phone too. Avery: Wow, Cadence, you have pages and pages in here. You’re incredible. You shake your head, embarrassed. You: It’s mainly a safe space for me to be cathartic and process things. Middle school was rough, ya know? Avery laughs. Avery: Cadence, thanks so much for taking the time to help me out today. Avery: I meant what I said earlier. Of all people, I’d want it to be you. I couldn’t imagine trying this with anyone else. You: Oh, I… You feel yourself getting lightheaded. You: I’m glad I could be here for you like this, after all you’ve done for me. You: And I’m so excited to see what you come up with. You both resume playing the piano gently and peacefully, side by side, pressing random keys… …when your hand accidentally graze Avery’s.

You: (I should…) -Give them a hug.

You reach an arm around Avery and pull them into a hug. …And they put their arm around your shoulders and hugs you back! This is a mutual hugging situation, folks! Avery: You give great hugs. Almost as great as your songwriting lesson. You: Glad you liked it. The hugs are free with the lessons.

-Give them a kiss on the cheek.

You lean to the side and plant a quick kiss on Avery’s cheek. …And they turn their head and kiss you on your cheek! This is a mutual cheek-kissing situation, folks! You: What was that for? Avery: Well, reciprocity, for one thing. Avery: But also… a thank you. For taking the time to help me with all of this.

Avery: That was so fun, mucking around and coming up with things on the spot. You: Yeah! That’s what the brainstorming’s all about. Avery: But what happens when you put a long time and a lot of work into a song? Avery: What would you say is the best song you ever wrote? You: So, I first began working on this song at the end of college. You: The future seemed so far-off and scary, and I just needed to remind myself that my dreams were possible. Avery: Let’s hear it. You: Okay, it isn’t quite finished yet, but… here’s ‘Who Will I Be’? You pull in a deep breath and sling on your guitar, thinking back to all those hours you spent trying to get this song right. You: Lost in the dark, you called out my name… You: So no more doubt, no more pain, no more feeling the guilt and the shame! After a few more lines… Avery: Cadence, this is so beautiful. So heartfelt and-- Ellis Knight: So sorry to interrupt. I was working late upstairs when I heart the most angelic song. Ellis Knight: What was that? Something for that new album of yours, Cadence? You: Oh, no, something I’ve been working on for a few years. Got stuck, never finished. Ellis Knight: A few years? That’s a long time to spend on one song. You: Well, I finished the music, but never quite figured out the words. Avery puts a comforting arm around you. Avery: Yeah, it’s all a process, isn’t it? Ellis Knight: Well, I wish you the best of luck with it. It’s wonderful. Sounded like a hit to me. You: Thank you, Ellis. That means everything coming from you. Ellis Knight: Well, I should be heading home. You two should get some rest, too. You’ve got a full day tomorrow, Cadence! Ellis Knight: Because I want to get your voice out to the world, I took the liberty of arranging a dozen more interviews for you, all tomorrow! You: A dozen? As in twelve? Twelve whole individual interviews and Tim Schenectady? Ellis Knight: He’s the most important one, but I wanted to make sure everyone was on the radar for the amazing debut album you have coming up. Ellis Knight: Don’t worry, I know you’ll do great.

[krimto-basi-hahm]

how I became friends with brandon rogers: not clickbait

i’ve been making some more brandon friends on here, and I realized that a lot of y’all don’t know my story. I would love to tell it here! for those of you that don’t know him or care, feel free to scroll past lol

(and this whole story updated to the end of 2018 is available here)

2015/2016

I actually found his channel through his first youtubers react episode in december of 2015, but I clicked away because his videos looked stupid to me, lol. after watching the teens react to try me bench, I clicked on a video for the first time (grandpa hates valentimes) in late june of 2016. I grew obsessed QUICKLY. like, I was a full-blown stan in the matter of a few days. I made my fan account on july 7, 2016. unfortunately, the account was taken down by instagram this year. anyway, I also started a youtube channel and made a video for him for his 28th birthday. he saw it and commented:

“Thank you for making this! I was a theater kid too for many, many years!!! I’m glad you’ve been able to find inspiration, never give up on your dreams!! I worked many shirt jobs for 10 years before any success, and would’ve done so for the rest of my life until I did!”

a few months later, I got some friends together and made another video for his 2 million subscriber milestone. he also saw this one and commented:

“Wow, I can’t believe I have such amazing fans who would’ve taken the time to make this for me!! Thank you SO much!!! I’m so happy to hear that people are finding friends through my videos, that’s amazing!!!! ❤️❤️❤️thanks for making this, to all of you!! Much love from the bottom of my heart!!! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!”

the rest of 2016 was pretty boring, so we’ll skip to 2017!!

2017

for those of you that don’t know, playlist live is a 3-day youtube convention in orlando, florida. I begged my mom to go every year since 2014, and she finally let me go this year. this also was the first year brandon attended!! I decided to make him a jar filled with reasons why his fans loved him, and I gave it to him at the event. I met him for the very first time on may 6, 2017 in the lobby at playlist.

our meet-and-great was scheduled for may 7, so we also met then.

the next day coming home, I just assumed he would forget about me and move on. I was wrong! I received this dm from him over facebook messenger:

I was SHOOK!! I felt so happy that I was able to help him that much when he was going through a hard time. anyway, the next thing I did was make the 3 million subscriber special video and 29th birthday video. he only saw the first one and commented:

“Wow, how have I not seen this yet?!? Thank you so much to each of you for making this video for me!!! This really touched me ☺️ thank you!!!!!!!”

in august, he finally accepted my friend request on facebook!! this was insanely cool because he obviously has a much smaller audience there, and I was able to get his attention easier and work towards really becoming his friend. with our facebook friendship, brandon was able to start to get into my personal life, which was really cool. he commented the nicest well-wishes when I came out of surgery and even wished me a happy birthday!! this year was also when I started working on my next present for him: the book of brandon. this book incorporated fan art, letters, and more. I was able to give it to him at playlist live 2018, so you’ll see me mention this later. onto 2018!!

2018

the beginning of the year started off quite strong, with my debate teacher giving us the assignment to write a speech about our hero. I did not hesitate to write a LONG speech about brandon and post it here. he saw it and commented:

“Thank you for this, it touched my heart and I’m embarrassed to say I haven’t seen this video until now!! Feeling the love!!”

a few months later, playlist live 2018 rolled around!! before our meetup on april 28, 2018, I jokingly said to my mom, “what if he was just like, ‘oh hey sophie!’?” sure enough, that is EXACTLY what he said as soon as he saw me! the full video of this meetup can be found here, but I’ll summarize if you’re too lazy to watch it. he immediately thanked me for my speech, obsessed over the book I made for him, and basically talked to me like we were good friends. it was MAGICAL.

I didn’t think I would be seeing brandon again in 2018. well, I was wrong. his tour came around, and he announced a performance in tampa, florida on july 15. I was ECSTATIC. unfortunately, I was out of good sentimental ideas for gifts. I made him a wall calendar full of bad pictures of him, as well as a friendship necklace and a letter. at the show, he was looking for audience participation to come up onstage and act out a “fake date.” when he saw me, he said, “omg, this is one of my biggest fans! miss sophie, I recognize you! please come up here.” I was able to watch his entire show from the stage, and even drank from a glass he took a huge sip out of. at the meet-and-greet, we talked just like good friends once again and he gushed about my gifts and videos. he even bragged about me to my parents!

with august rolling around, I made another video for his 30th birthday. of course, he saw and commented. I think this one was his favorite!

“Awww thank you all SO MUCH for making this!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I'm incredibly blessed to have friends like each of you. Love you all to the moon and back, thank you for making my birthday that much sweeter! :D And thank you Sophie for taking the time to compile this! Take care!!! EDIT: I just made it to the end of the video. fork. I am feelin more touched than a child in prison. I look at many of you and see a younger me, especially you Sophie. I've always felt like an outcast for most of my life; never thought I'd find so many like-minded people. Thank you all so much for taking the time to do this!!!“

a month later, when I was sick in bed, I got the greatest news. brandon was coming to florida AGAIN! this time on november 25 in ft. lauderdale. I couldn’t believe he would schedule two tour stops in florida! this was also his very last stop, so it was a very special show. still out of big gift ideas, I made him a basket filled with lots of small gifts. at every tour stop, he would do a q&a for 10-15 minutes. as soon as he saw me in the audience while starting the q&a, he said “oh my gosh. this is sophie everyone...” I wish I could remember everything he said, but he mentioned how much I’ve done for him as a fan. even though he wasn’t planning on bringing anyone up onstage, he asked me to come onstage with him and help him with the q&a. brandon gave me the power of picking who he would come to in the audience, as well as asking me to answer some of his questions and really including me through the whole process. he even told me he would love to have me in a video!!! pure magic. I have clips of video from this show, so dm me if you would like to see them!!

the last thing that happened in this year was him wishing me a happy birthday again. onto 2019!!

2019

the main thing I’ll be talking about in 2019 is playlist live because that’s the main interesting event of this year so far. a few days before the event, rachel williams (his manager) gave me her phone number to coordinate with them to hang out there!! I made him a big gift bag because I was STILL out of ideas for bigger gifts. on march 2, we had our meetup. he asked the meetup attendant if he could have some extra time with me because I’m “one of his biggest fans”. he then proceeds to tell me...

“I got something for you!”

WHAT? he gives me the gift, and I give him his. we talk briefly before the attendant ushers me along. the two other people there were jon cozart and mac kahey, who both said to me “oh YOU’RE sophie! brandon was telling us all about you!” WHAT? it was a lot to process.

I open the gift and see that he has given me THE shirt BOOK from stuff & sam, THE HEART from blame the hero, a stuff & sam shirt, and a card!!! WHAT? again, a lot to process.

unfortunately, I never got to hang out with brandon and rachel because I got really sick the next day. however, they were both so understanding and carved out a few minutes to see me before I left!!

overall, this year, we have become a lot more comfortable with each other both in person and online, really talking just like friends. I am so incredibly grateful for him and everything he has done over the years.

omg thank you for reading all of this!! dm me to talk or gush about brandon or be friends whatever man love y’all!!

[my-5sos-babes]

TDMAR || Part 6

Summary: Luke is feelin' and reelin'. Ashton is gorgeous, per usual. Mike and Cal fight a bit.

Word Count: 3260

Triggers: swearing, band(?)

Publish Date: 9/21/18

a/n: trying something a bit new this chapter bc i'm not digging the first person anymore. also sorry for changing the tense in the last two updates?? i totally didn't notice that, i'm v sorry. p.s., I listened to some coffeehouse playlist while writing this chapter, so i'm guessing a lot of the tones in my writing came from that lmao, i'll try to make this story less trash. ALSO, if y'all would like, I can change the whole thing to third person, if it makes the story more cohesive. just lemme know. p.p.s., I saw 5sos the other day, pls talk w me about it <3

He sighed heavily, unable to repress it.

“Good, mate?” Calum asked.

Luke glanced up from his phone. “Oh, no, yeah. Just thinking about my anatomy notes for tonight,” he lied. “Lots of bones.”

Cal, unable to catch on, continued the conversation. “Ugh. Why would you take anatomy and physiology? It’s such a terrible class. Notes every night, tests every week? I couldn’t fathom having that much work every day.”

“Yeah, I can’t fathom that you know the word ‘fathom’,” Michael quipped. Quickly the conversation devolved into some squabble after Calum shoved Michael rather aggressively. Luke, while amused by the fight--and having no intentions to stop it--got caught up in his own headspace.

That seemed to be the norm these past few weeks. He wasn’t sure if anyone actually bothered to notice, but he hadn’t been talkative. Luke had been trying to look better, though, and that was something that people noticed.

He decided that he was tired of the emo-grunge look, one day. Almost out of nowhere. Well, not nowhere. He had some inspiration (from the kid who made his heart beat out of rhythm). 

To Luke, Ashton always looks so comfortable in his clothes: button down shirts with loud patterns, suave shoes of varying styles, and an occasional necklace or two. Luke, feeling partially intimidated--and partially turned on--realized that he would have to start putting more effort into his look if he wanted to make an impression. He wasn’t sure how, yet he knew he was going to do it.

With the help of his mother in the purging of his closet, Luke bought nicer clothes, better shoes, and even some accessories. The trip to the store had been interesting enough with the outfits, but when they passed the jewelry section, things got a little awkward.

“Luke? Where’d you go, honey?”

“Over here.”

“In the… accessories aisle?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“... Okay.”

That weekend, he spent time preplanning outfits and coordinating his jewelry so nothing clashed. He felt strangely proud of his work, as he looked at the clothing strewn about his room. He even threw on a few ‘fits and checked himself out in the mirror, admiring the way they fit his body. Luke had never really had such fitting clothing before and was--while apprehensive--unable to keep himself from thinking, Hot damn.

The day he showed up to school in new clothes, though, that pride plummeted. Everyone who knew him stared at him, everyone who didn’t was staring as well.

Oh, Jesus, I’m an idiot. Who the fuck would come to school looking like they just came off a knock-off Gucci mannequin.

Michael and Calum were perplexed at this sudden change in image more than anyone else.

“Woah, dude. What’re you wearing?”

Luke tugged at his sleeve, his confidence falling straight through the floor. “New clothes. Went shopping with my mum on Friday. She insisted.” He added on the last part as an afterthought, as if that would sway his friends shock. It helped a little. He was relieved when they bought his bluff.

   “Finally got tired of your rebellion, huh?” Calum queried good-naturedly.

“Sure. Something like that.”

Michael scoffed, “A true punk wouldn’t have let the rebellion fade.” He smirked afterwards.

Luke chuckled. “Guess I’m not a true punk-rocker anymore.”

At first, he found himself pulling his collar up his neck, like he couldn’t cover up enough skin. It wasn’t until someone complimented him during first period that he felt validated again. Gradually, kids every so often would approach him and say something like, “Nice boots!” and “Lookin’ good, Hemmings”; yet, it wasn’t until he saw Ashton for the first time that day that he felt most insecure.

“Luke?”

“Oh, hey, Ash,” Luke said, trying his best to be nonchalant.

“You’re lookin’... different.”

“Well…” He tried to not let the older boy’s word choice bother him. “I mean, felt like a change. Got some inspiration.” The younger boy nudged the other in the ribs.

   “Ah!” Ashton replied. A furrow appeared in his brow, his gaze lingering over the new threads adorning Luke’s skinny frame.

If Luke didn’t know any better, he’d say Ash was checking him out. Of course, that wasn’t true. Ashton’s the kind of guy that just does stuff like that. He probably thinks it’s weird. I’m weird for liking his style.

Luke mentally chastised himself. If he feels weird about it, he’s covering it up really well. Christ. Just don’t say anything stupid.

The two surprisingly didn’t speak for just a moment. Luke was astonished by this.

Ashton spoke first. “You did a decent job, Hemmings. Not bad at all… Although,” He circles around the other boy, a hand to his chin, “I think I would’ve chosen a wider pant leg. Skinny jeans just feel too tight for the shirt you have on--in my opinion, at least.

“As for your jewelry… I like the watch, it’s classy. I would’ve taken out the lip ring, though.”

Luke unconsciously reached for his face, wondering what the hell to say to that. Ash saw this immediately.

“Wait, oh, God--sorry. I just gave you a fucking review like I’m Miranda Priestley or some shit, didn’t I?” The older boy chuckled. “Wow… Jesus, I’m sorry if I made you self-conscious. You do not have to listen to me, just--just ignore what I said.”

The younger boy quickly shoved aside Ashton’s comments. “No, dude! That was awesome. I’ll take notes next time, seriously. That’ll help me so much. But you like it?”

That totally didn’t sound needy, dipshit.

Ashton nodded vigorously. “Yeah, definitely! You are stylin’!” He glanced at his phone, then. “Oh, shit. Better get to class. See you later!” He hurried down the hall. “Stylin’!” He reiterated, already far enough away to shout.

Luke called after Ash. “Aces!”

Luke. Who the fuck says ‘aces’?

Band rehearsal nearly every night meant that Luke couldn’t wear his new (lowkey restrictive) clothes in the afternoon. As soon as he got home, he changed out of whatever button down and jeans he wore that day and swapped them out for shorts, t-shirts and sandshoes. He couldn’t complain, however. He’d rather be comfortable at rehearsal anyways, with how demanding the show was this season.

Tonight was quite a rough run-through. The band director hadn’t been satisfied with the formations or the sound quality; to Luke, Watkins was downright scary.

Everyone else in the band could tell that rehearsal wasn’t going well. Something was just putting them off, but no one knew what.

Calum, who was up on the podium, grew more irritated by the second. Of course, Luke wasn’t able to pay much attention to that since he was busy running across a turf field with a six foot pole in his hands, which was adorned with several square feet of silk, all while dodging disgruntled clarinetists and trombonists. Whether he was fortunate or not, he only caught glimpses of Cal’s stiff arm movements and stern face.

The band dragged on miserably for the next hour. Luckily, when it finally came to a close, Watkins didn’t even bother with a speech; their band director sighed disappointedly and let the kids go. Luke, quite ashamed of himself, began wrapping up his silk while walking off the field. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t see Ashton pop up at his side.

“Yikes. Tonight was bad,” Ashton put plainly.

Luke snorted. “Tell me about it.”

They walked together for minute, stewing in their misery. Then, “Think I need to take my mind off it. Blow off some steam or something.”

“Me too,” the younger boy exhaled.

They continued a little longer, both simmering with dissatisfaction and something indescribable that always comes after a bad rehearsal.

“Would you wanna--” Ashton adjusted his harness, fingers twisting at the screws,“--would you wanna go get some pizza? Just veg out and stuff?”

Luke considered it, not expecting a request such as that. “Uh… yeah! Sure.” He smiled wide, looking at Ash. Suddenly he stopped both of them in their tracks. “Wait, is it cool if I invite Calum and Michael?”

Ashton remained quiet for a moment. Luke, of course, took this the wrong way. Before he could let a word out, though, the older boy spoke.

“Of course, mate! Yeah, no sorry--bit of a mental lapse. Yeah, no, that’s cool.”

“Sick, be right back!”

   Luke ran towards his friends, both way back on the practice field, doing drum major duties of some kind. By the time he made reasonable distance, he changed his pace back to walking. Luke, pathetically, was winded by that short run, and he strained to control his breathing. When he could hear more than the rush of blood in his ears, he heard Michael and Calum’s voices. They were arguing rather intently.

   “... just, Mikey, c’mon, we’ve been over this. It’s not very likely that it’ll happen.”

   Michael, ever the dramatist, fired right on back. “Okay, Cal. Whatever you say. I still think it’d be a good idea! I don’t get why you’re so closed-minded about it.”

Luke hung back, not sure if he should be hearing this.

To that, Calum only sighed and shook his head. “The answer is ‘no’, Michael. It will always be ‘no’.”

Luke could feel the fire fueling between his friends. Unconsciously, he knew that there needed to be a metaphorical fire extinguisher, and quickly. So, he happily threw himself into the fray.

“Hey, guys!”

He got a few disgruntled sounds from Michael (unsurprisingly), but Calum gave a more mature response.

“Hey, Luke… Have you been there long?”

   Luke shook his head vehemently. “No! Just, uh, just rolled on up. Wanted to talk, you know?”

   Calum eyed him suspiciously, but soon enough, let his suspicions go. “... M’kay. What did you wanna talk about?”

   “Oh, uh.” Luke had to remember why he came over here in the first place. “Well, uh, Ashton wanted to hang out and get some pizza… Care to join?... Both of you?”

   Calum and Michael, with very tense movements, glanced at each other and abruptly looked away.

   Michael spoke flatly. “Not tonight, mate. Got some games I planned on beating and shit.” With that, the crazy-haired boy left, slapping Luke on the shoulder as he went.

Calum, a frown dancing on his lips, attempted a friendly smile. It was half-hearted at best. “Thanks, bud, but me neither. Homework... I appreciate the offer.” He walked past Luke with his mace and some stray band equipment bundled up in his arms. “Have fun tonight.”

Jarred by his best friends’ transgression, Luke slouched his way to the band room, trying to wrap his head around what just happened. As he expected, the band had already cleared out, the drum majors lingering in Watkins’ closed office for some official business. What he didn’t expect was Ashton Irwin, sitting in the corner of the room, waiting. He couldn’t help the words as the tumbled out of his mouth.

“Ash, you’re still here?”

The older boy abruptly looked towards the Luke. “I was waiting for you, dude. Pizza? Remember?”

“... Right, I just didn’t think you’d wait.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Pause.

“So what’s the verdict?”

“On…?”

“Calum and Michael. They coming?”

“Oh!” Luke shook his head. “No, they, uh. I think they have stuff going on.” He checked back over at Watkins’ office, where Calum had emerged. “Or something like that.”

“Alright, cool. Let’s get going.” Ashton twirled his keys around his fingers. “I’ll drive.”

“You sure? We can go separately if that’s easier for you--”

“Nonsense! I don’t mind.”

Luke, unaccustomed to being the one taking rides from others, suppressed all his objections after that and followed Ashton. With the setting sun, it would’ve been hard to make out any shapes in the dark. The parking lot lights were on, and Ashton happened to park directly under one, which made maneuvering easier.

It was quite old, the car. A bit rusty here and there, and it groaned like a dinosaur when the engine turned over. However, the inside seemed homey. The seats were worn soft from time, and it smelled musky. Like… teakwood? Something manly, Luke thought to himself. The radio had been on some rock station, but the volume was turned low, so it was only a soft murmur in the background.

Luke found himself sighing.

Ashton, pulling out of the parking lot, glanced over, eyebrows knitted together. “Good, mate?”

He sighed again, relaxing into the seat. “Yeah, Ash. I’m good.” 

The pizza was everything they needed it to be. It was cheesy and gooey and just greasy enough. The two boys heartily chowed down on the large platter in front of them, barely bothering with plates.

The diner Ashton had brought them to was unfamiliar to Luke. In fact, he had rarely been to this side of the city. That didn’t hinder him any from the joy of the incredible, wonderful goodness that was this diner’s pizza.

   In the neon lighting, everything was cast in some ethereal glow. Some odd greens, blues and reds scattered throughout the tiny, empty room, and formed interesting shadows on the floor. The ‘50s theme--with squeaky leather-like cushions and cool silver metal framings--was a design Luke hadn’t seen often in the area. There were approximately two employees and two customers in attendance.

   Luke paused in between bites, studying Ashton’s features. Ashton pushed on, unaware of the boy’s stare. In the lighting, Ash’s face aged significantly. Not in a bad way, of course. He just seemed to look more wan, more tired--but also prettier. Luke couldn’t put his finger on it. Maybe Ashton always looked this pretty, but he’s just now seeing it. He wondered if he looked the same.

   Don’t be stupid, dude. Ashton isn’t into that.

   Luke felt a harsh tug in his gut anytime he even thought about the boy sitting in front of him. The mention of his name, the sight of him, a scrap of his homework, anything. Anything sent his head spinning.

   Luke knew that this meant he was something he didn’t want to be. Something that he never expected to be. When Ashton wasn’t there merely two months before, Luke ignored any doubts he may have had about his sexuality, and with ease. He simply brushed off his attraction to men as jealousy… but since the minute Ashton appeared, his walls came crashing down.

Probably around three in the morning a few days ago, Luke whispered, admitted, under his breath:

   I like guys. I like Ashton.

   Seeing him now, in the late-night glow of this decrepit hole-in-the-wall, Luke really knew this to be true. He couldn’t not like someone as beautiful, someone as genuine, as Ashton Fletcher Irwin.

   He bit into another slice of pizza, pondering. A question slipped past his lips into the space between them.

   “How’d you find this place?”

His voice almost disappeared into the abyss, it seemed. Everything was so quiet. So gentle.

   Ashton smiled, swallowing his last bite. He smiled like he had a secret, an old memory. “Few months ago… I was just driving around and saw it. Was kinda hungry, so I stopped in. Now, it’s uh…” he fiddled with some leftover crust, “it’s my favorite place.” The corners of the older boy’s mouth turned down slightly, yet Luke didn’t notice. “You know, I’ve never actually brought anyone else here before.”

   It was supposed to be question, but came out as a statement.

   Luke’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline. “Really?”

   Ash nodded. “And, honestly, I don’t care for pepperoni. I’m typically a just-cheese kinda guy.”

   Luke glanced at the scraps of pepperoni pizza and back to Ash, unsure of how to process this information. “Um. I feel honored?”

Was that the right question?

   Ashton physically shook himself from a pensive thought and replied. “Yes. Yes, you should definitely feel honored.”

   Luke smiled shyly. “Then, I do.”

   A second passed between them with no words spoken, just little grins and twinkling eyes. There was a spark in Luke’s chest. A hopeful, teensy flicker of a flame. Maybe Ashton felt it too.

Their waitress sauntered in, breaking the charged air.

“Hey, boys! How you doing? Need anything?”

“We’re doing great, Shirley. Thank you,” Ashton put kindly.

The pretty waitress--as if from nowhere--then procured a glass she had been hiding somewhere; Luke didn’t want to imagine how she was able to keep it hidden.

“Aw, Shirley, I can’t--” Ashton started.

“Of course you can. It’s on the house! For my favorite customer.” With a wink, the dark-haired girl went behind the vintage-style double doors, leaving the room an empty void again.

Ashton, shaking his head with good humor, picked two straws out of the nearby dispenser and held one out to Luke. “Like some? It’s strawberry…” He let out a small giggle.

Luke couldn’t resist his smile as it crept onto his face. “Love some.”

He grabbed the straw from Ashton’s grip, unwound the wrapping and plopped it into the glass. The older boy motioned to the cherry on top, but Luke shook his head. Ashton,  plucked the fruit from the whipped cream and tantalizingly dangled it in the air. Luke watched as Ash’s jawline protruded sharply under the taut skin. Ash chewed slowly, and, whether he was aware of it or not, and smirked sinfully. Luke swallowed thickly.

God damn.

The younger boy pushed aside the images in his head and focused solely on the strawberry milkshake. He focused on the closeness of their foreheads as the sipped from the glass at the same time. He focused on how when they both reached for their drink, their hands brushed for just milliseconds. His heartbeat thrummed in his throat.

He assumed he was imagining the blush on Ashton’s cheeks. Probably just a trick with the neon. Yeah, it’s just the lights.

He chuckled to himself, knowing he should know better. And he chuckled at the mantra that repeated in his head again, like clockwork. Nonetheless, Luke brushed off all of his unwanted thoughts and focused on the moment and the beautiful boy before him.

Not much later, Ashton dropped Luke off at school, where they had left Luke’s car hours earlier. Ash carefully parked right next to the old machine and shut off his engine. Together, the two sat in the still air, neither wanting to break this peaceful lull they were experiencing. It was something precious, fragile, new. They knew, though, that it was inevitable.

“Do you even know what time it is?” Luke asked from the passenger seat.

Ashton squinted at his watch in the dark. “Almost midnight, I’d say.”

The boys looked at each other and immediately burst into a fit of giggles.

“My mum’s gonna kill me,” Luke managed between splutters.

“Me too,” Ashton chimed, breathing heavily.

They tried to sit a while a longer. Luke, however, knew he had to go before his mother actually murdered him.

“Hey, Ash?”

“Hmm?”

“Um. Thanks, for tonight. I had a lot of fun.”

Ashton smiled through the darkness. “Of course, Luke. Thank you. I don’t think I’ve laughed like this in ages. It felt nice.”

Luke said nothing in response, only gave a soft smile; reluctantly, he opened the door and heaved his lanky frame out of the seat. In his own car, he pulled on the seatbelt and turned the engine over. At that, Ashton did the same, and once he was certain Luke was ready, set off himself.

The younger boy sat just a few minutes longer, relishing the new memories. He smiled once more to himself, shifted the car into gear, and took his time on the ride home.

[bluemintae-blog]

Dance to this

Genre: Hoseok x reader, college!au, fluff, lil angst

Listen to Dance to this by: Troye sivan ft Ariana Grande for the full experience

Summary: You go out with your friends to have a good time. You love taking risks when you are a little tipsy, so when you see a guy (hoseok) dancing alone to a song that is supposedly supposed to be a couple’s dance, you hesitate to dance with him.

Author’s note: I was inspired by hobi’s little video doing the #inmyfeelingschallenge. Also, this is actually a true story that happened to me hehe… Not with hobi (ofcourse), but with another guy. It’s probably the most romance I’ve ever had throughout my college career.

Word count: 3,573

gif credits goes to the rightful owner, not mine.

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It’s been a while since you’ve gone out with your friends. You’ve been busy writing papers and completing assignments for your classes to go out and have fun for the past few weeks. Usually you’d go out to bars and clubs, but tonight your group of friends have decided to dress up and go to a gala. Sana was in the sorority that was hosting the gala.

To be very honest, it doesn’t really matter where you go. If you were with your friends and had enough alcohol in your system to make you feel a little tipsy, you can have a good time. Before you leave Mijoo’s apartment, you all pregamed. It doesn’t take much alcohol for you to feel it. Your alcohol tolerance was pretty low. You enjoyed the feeling that it gives you. You always got a little wild and flirty. It gives you more confidence to do things that you would never do sober, usually things that you would regret not doing; sometimes it can be the things that you would regret doing when you wake up in the morning too.

It is another cold February night, but the coldness only helped the adrenaline inside you grow. Hopping your way to the party. You’re always one to embarrass your friends, and they love that about you. When you got to the entrance of the building you could feel the blasting music vibrating around you. You can feel it in your chest. It’s as if the music has gotten into your system and it’s now pounding inside your veins.

You never come on time to the party. It was some sort of unwritten rule that almost everybody knows about. You always have to come at least an hour or 2 hours late to the party. That’s when everybody arrives, and that’s when things get lit. You made that mistake back during your freshman year in college when you arrived at a party right on time. You and your friends had to stay in the car as you waited for your other friends to arrive. Of course, they came an hour later. Apparently, you didn’t get the memo until it was already too late. Rookie mistake.

It’s a good thing that you love to dance, or the alcohol inside your system would’ve knocked you out a long time ago. You tend to get very sleepy if you aren’t doing anything active when you consume alcohol. You weren’t the best dancer, but nobody cares what moves you bring to the dance floor because everyone is here to have a good time.

 “It’s been so long since I’ve felt like this!” Lisa yells across the little circle that you and your group of friends have created.

“I know! I’m so happy! I love this song,” you scream back feeling the song. You love it when the DJ plays a song that you knew. Mouthing the words to the song is the best part about dancing. Right now, it’s more like you screaming the lyrics of the song at the top of your lungs.

The dance floor was getting hotter as more people came to fill up the empty spaces. You’ve always wondered why there were always people sitting and standing outside of the dance floor. You thought it was kind of stupid for someone to waste $15-$20 dollars to come into a party, and then just spend the night sitting or standing because they “don’t dance” or they’re “too shy.” Might as well go sit and stand at some place that doesn’t cost $20 dollars to get in. That’s why you love it when people do something even though they can’t. They do it because they want to, not because they can.

“How are y’all feelin’ tonight?!” The DJ sings into the microphone. The crowd including you screams “whoo!” towards the DJ.

“Great!! So, Valentine’s day was this past Wednesday. Y’all got your bae with you tonight?!” About half of the crowd screamed, “yeah!” while the other half screamed, “boooo!”

“Well we’re gonna slow it down for the couples for a while. Happy Valentine’s day Everybody!” You can hear some people still booing the DJ as you and your group of friends walk out of the dance floor.

You didn’t like couple dances, they were usually boring and slow, and you come to these events to get lit. It’s not exciting or fun; you found it corny and cheesy. Lowkey, you hate it because you didn’t have a lover. However, you like it because it was like a water break session for you. You usually take this time to go and drink some water and rest for a bit until you go back onto the dance floor and show off your questionable moves.

Sometimes you would go and sit down with your friends and watch the couples dance on the dance floor, and sometimes you would slow dance with all your friends. This time, you and your friends decided to dance all together.

A guy came up to your small dance circle and asks Lisa if he could dance with her. Lisa was flustered at the unexpected event and hesitated to answer. She looked into your small circle and back at the mysterious man. Before she could answer anything, Sana pushes her towards the boy. “Go!” all of you scream, giving her the biggest smile. She turns around and gave the group the ‘I’m gonna kill you later’ look.

“I love this song,” you say to your small group. There was only Mijoo, Sana, and you left in the small circle. “I feel like this song is too upbeat for a slow couple dance,” You say still wrapping your arms around the two girls. They nod to agree. You look at Lisa and the boy as you sing along to, Dance to This. She was so pretty in her pink long dress. Her slim body goes well with the slits on her long dress. You wish you had long, thin legs like her, but you were stuck with short ones.

“Wow, look at him dance!” you exclaim as your eyes glue onto a mysterious man, dancing alone to the song. His moves were so smooth and slick you couldn’t help but drop your jaw and stare at him. There weren’t that many people around him. He was on the edge of the dance floor, a little closer to the tables where people go and sit. It doesn’t look like he wanted to be the center of attention. If he wanted people to look at him, he’d be in the center of the dance floor forming a big circle of people to look at him. To be very honest, he didn’t need to be in the center of the dance floor for people to notice him. There are a handful of people who have taken notice of his slick moves.

“Oh my gosh! He’s good!” Sana admires the mysterious man. He wore a white dress shirt with black dress pants. It’s a basic outfit that any guy would wear to a dance, but why does he look so good in it? He moves his body so smoothly and sharp like a snake dancing around his prey waiting to strike. He was dancing alone, but he was dancing alone to a couple dance.

“I want to dance with him!” you feel the urge inside you bubbling up. “Should I go??” you hesitate. You feel so nervous. Your heart was pounding faster and faster as Mijoo and Sana encouraged you to go for it. The more you thought about taking the chance to dance with him, the more you feel the adrenaline inside you burst out. You love the feeling of getting excited because you’re going to do something wild. You love feeling like you’re living on the edge. This kind of feeling makes you feel like you’re living your life to the fullest.

“I don’t know. I’m shy!”

“Bitch, you’re never shy!” Mijoo corrects you. She’s not lying. You’re never going to get a chance like this ever, you thought. He’s a complete stranger, anyways. Out of your group of friends, you were the one to most likely do these “crazy” things.

“I’m going!” you run to the mysterious man as the song reaches the bridge. You hear Sana and Mijoo screeching and yelling, “Yes bitch! Go!”

You ran a little too fast, you couldn’t stop yourself on time, and ended up smashing into his body. He looked a little flustered but held onto your body to keep you from falling. You looked at him with a smile and he smiled back. It was dark, but you could see that he was handsome. His eyes were big, and it formed crescent moons as he smiled at you. He had a thin nose that matched his jawline.

Suddenly, you feel and embarrassed. What am I doing? I don’t even know how to dance, and he’s so good! You thought to yourself. You feel as if you’ve made a mistake. Maybe you should’ve just stayed back and watch him from the distance. All your insecurities are suddenly stabbing you in the back and punching your face. “I don’t know how to dance,” you shyly confess. The song was coming towards the middle.

“It’s okay!” He looks away from you and closes his eyes. “I got you. Follow my lead!” He says in a sarcastic tone that feels as if it’s a mission, and his life depended on finishing the task. He takes your hands and the both of you spin around on the dance floor. He spun you around until your arms were straight and then you folded your arms spinning to him. Your bodies meet again. You were face to face with him. His smile grew wider making his eyes crinkle, that made you feel like everything was okay. He had one hand on your right hand and hugged your waist with the other hand. It seems that he’s familiar with some swing dancing moves; you weren’t anything close to familiar, though. You were a hot mess. You stayed that way for a good 5 seconds before he spun you around to the other side. Then he pulls you back to him. You were facing away from him as he held your waist and swayed back and forth. You can feel his breath on your neck as he laughed with you. You turn to him so that you were face to face with him. The both of you continue to spin around and sway back and forth to the beat of the music.

He pulls you close as the music slows down to the bridge. He was breathing heavily, and you were too. “Ready for the finale?” he looks down at you with a grin.

“Finale? What?” confused and lost. He doesn’t explain. Instead, he swings his body away from yours making you yelp.

This time, instead of you just spinning he also spins towards you. The both of you go under each other’s arms and ended up on the opposite sides. You do this again. He lets go of your hand and you’re spinning alone for a quick second then he catches you. The both of you travel through the space of the dance floor swinging around like there was no tomorrow. You weren’t even sure what you were doing, but with him, every move felt so sure. It’s like you were flowing peacefully with the tides of the sea. He spins you around his body holding one of your hands, you meet his body for a quick second before he swings you away from his body and pulls you back.

He was breathing heavily, and you were too. He looked at you and smiled widely; you did the same to him too. You can tell that these moves were meant to be sarcastic like you and him were imitating how couples dance in movies. Either way, you can tell that he enjoyed it as much as you. Slowly, you came back to reality as he parts his body away from you.

“Thank you,” he bows down like a gentleman. His voice was sincere like you saved him from an embarrassment.

“I had fun,” you smile back at him, still holding his hand. “Thanks for being an awesome partner.” You say it in his ear. You were so close to him, you can smell his cologne. You quickly part your body away from him.

A part of you wanted to stay longer, but that’ll just make things awkward, so you run off to Sana and Mijoo.

“Oh my gosh! That was crazy!!” Mijoo shrieks.

“Y/N! You actually danced with him!” Lisa ran to the group. “Y’all looked legit! Like you guys came out of a movie!”

“Dude! I had no idea what I was doing! It was all him!” you confess. “I knew that if I didn’t dance with him, then I’d never get a chance like this anymore.”

“Did you get his name?” Sana asks.

“Shit! I forgot to ask for his name! Dammit!” you suddenly remember that you never asked for his name.

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Later that night when the party was almost done, you spot him again.

“I see him!” you say to the girls, eyes still on him. They turn to look at your direction.

“You should go ask for his name!” Mijoo suggested. It was almost time for the gala to be over anyways. You’ll never know what his name is if you don’t ask for it now. You’re most likely never going to see him again.

“Okay!” you walk towards him. His back is turned to you, so he doesn’t see you walking towards him. He’s walking towards a table. You see him taking a seat next to a girl. She wore a silver sparkly dress. Her hair was up like a princess, except there was no tiara on her head. Was she his date? You thought. You felt a little embarrassed. If you could turn around and pretend this didn’t happen you would’ve, but it was too late for you to do that.

Again, he looked flustered as he sees you. He seemed happy to see you again.

“I never got your name,” you say trying not to make things even more awkward.

“Oh, it’s Hoseok. Jung Hoseok,” he replies to you reaching his hand out to you for a hand shake.

“Hoseok?” you say confirming it. He nods. His curly brown hair bounces on his head. “Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.” you reach out to shake his hand.

You let go of his hand. “Well, I gotta go. Nice dancing with you,” you shyly wave bye to him backing away.

“Yeah. It was nice,” you hear him say as you run to your friends.

Hoseok. Jung Hoseok. That was his name. You stay up all night thinking about the events that happened tonight. Your head was still spinning, but that was probably the alcohol that was still in your system. You keep thinking about him though. You couldn’t believe that you actually did that. You’re satisfied with the night. This is something that you’d regret if you didn’t do. If you didn’t dance with him, you’d probably replay that memory and think about how you could’ve approached him. You would be wishing that you had more guts to go up to him and dance with him. You’d wonder what it would’ve felt like to have that much courage to actually dance with him.

You wonder if he had a lover. Was he in love with someone else? Is he thinking of you now, too? You wonder if the pretty girl in the silver dress had a thing with him. What if you saw him again and he remembers you? You shake these thoughts from your head.

“What the fuck, Y/N? Stop being so cheesy and think like a regular human being!” you scolded yourself, turning to your side. You gag at yourself for feeling tingly inside.

He’s probably forgotten you already. It was all just in the moment, with the music and the dark dim lights; don’t forget the alcohol. You’re a stranger to him just like how he’s one to you. You only know his name, and he’s probably forgotten yours. Besides, you had all that make up on your face, so he’d probably walk right past you if you were to see him again on the streets. Deep, deep inside, you wish that he would remember you though.

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It’s been about a month since the day of the gala. The semester was getting hectic due to final exams and papers. You’re tired and exhausted as you drive your way home. Luckily the snow had already melted; well most of it.

Like every other memory, it’s been buried in the back of your mind. You were too busy with real life problems than spending your time thinking about Hoseok, the mysterious cute guy. You’re pretty used to having small crushes on boys and falling out of that quick little phase. He was the same as every other boy that you’ve had small crushes on. You’ve only seen him once anyways, and he’s probably not even a student at your university.

All you want to do is take a nice long shower and fall deep asleep. You turn on the radio to help keep you awake. There weren’t that many cars, but enough for you to stay alerted. You didn’t live far from the campus, which you are glad. That means you get extra time to sleep.

You sing along to the song on the radio as you turn left heading home. Midway through the song, you realize that this was the same song that you danced to with him, Hoseok.

You suddenly feel something warm and bubbly inside of you. All the memories of that night came flashing back. You feel all the emotions you felt during that moment with him; Exciting, courageous, like there’s no tomorrow.

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When you get home, you stare at your phone. You’ve already opened your facebook app. It’s as if you had a brain fart. You’re staring at your phone a little too long.

“Did you forget something?” Lisa, your roommate, asks. She’s sitting on her staring right at you.

“What?” you ask as if you haven’t been staring at your phone blankly.

“You’ve been staring at your facebook feed for a good 2 minutes now, Y/N,” Lisa stares at you with a ‘I’m not that stupid’ look.

“I just- I just forgot why I opened my facebook app,” you lie.

Lisa pauses and stares at you as if you were 40 feet away, “Sure.” The blondie responds and continues to type whatever she was typing on her computer.

You rip your eyes away from your roommate and stare at your phone again. Slowly, you type down his name and press enter. You’re not sure why your heart is racing fast. A few profiles pop up and you’re looking at it, but you can’t find him. Then you see the familiar dark brown hair and the big brown eyes. The same ones that you met on the dance floor.

‘Jung Hoseok,’ you read. You click on the profile and it was him. You forgot how cute he was, or maybe you were too drunk to remember. He seems to be a very fun person to hang out with. You see that he does go to your school. He’s involved with a lot of clubs. You wonder why you’ve never met him or seen him before. Maybe he just transferred to the school this year, you thought.

Then you see a picture of Hoseok with the pretty girl that was with him that night. He was holding her by the waist, smiling big, and she had her hands around the nape of his neck, planting a kiss on his cheek. You read the captions and it says, “It’s official.”

You let out a sigh and realize that you were holding your breath. You’re not sure why your chest feels heavy. It’s not like you knew the guy, or even had a shot with him. You laugh mentally to yourself. This isn’t a movie. He’s not Prince Charming searching for Cinderella. To be very honest, you’d hate it if anyone ever did such a stupid thing. Prince Charming barely even knew Cinderella.

You sink into your bed, and your blankets devour you whole. You still feel the heaviness in your chest, but you smile. You’re happy. You didn’t get the prince charming in the end, but you gained courage. You became prince charming. Not many people are willing to do what you did. There were many people on that dance floor and there were many sitting in that room, but it was you who went up to him and danced with him. He could’ve rejected you and everything could’ve gotten awkward quickly, but it didn’t.

If you weren’t brave enough to go up to him, he would’ve just been the cute guy who danced well in your memories. He could’ve been the stupid guy who was dancing alone to a couple’s dance. Instead, he’s the cute guy you had enough balls to dance with. You were prince charming coming to save Cinderella. Although he did save your ass from embarrassing yourself with your ‘interesting’ dance moves. It was better than nothing.

It was better than nothing.

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Author’s note: Hello! Thank you for reading this! I really appreciate it! Sorry if it was kind of boring. Like I said in my author’s note up there, it’s a true story that happened to me. I have no love life, haha. I never planned to make this into a story because I thought it was kind of boring, but Hobi did the #inmyfeelingschallenge and I’m not going to lie, I stayed up all night watching that video on replay haha... I also really like Troye and Ari’s new song, so I decided to write it out like this to get it out of my system. The song I was dancing to with that dude was actually A thousand years part 2 by Christina Perri ft steve kazee. He seems to be in some ballroom dancing class because he looked legit! He knew what he was doing! we were dancing in a waltz style kind of dance idk man, but I knew I had to dance with him because he danced so gracefully alone and I had to dance with him. I never looked him up on social media though. It was because I forgot his name...haha... This is probably tmi and nobody probably cares, but here it is anyways. This note is getting too long. I should stop. 

[spvce-cowboy]

okay so i read your drivers license and i'm like in awe of your writing style?? the nuance, the language choice, the seamlessness??? teach me yours ways oh great oracle?????

oh wow wow wow !! this makes me so happy to hear--one of the degrees i am working on completing rn (🥴) is in creative writing, so the two things that help me the most w my writing are collaborative environments (you guys !!!!! thank you <3) and, as cliche as it sounds, practice. 

i take a lot of inspiration from poetry too (Brigit Pegeen Kelly is the loml, as well as Hanif Abdurraqib). i think bigger topics/themes always benefit when described through abstraction, which is where the beauty of poetry comes from imo. maybe this is the english major talking here, but i always find pieces of media so much more special when i have to do some interpretation of my own in order to get closer to them. it’s like slipping little parts of yourself into a narrative in order to better understand it, then maybe understand something better about you ! idk, feelin’ chatty today. many many thoughts 😌💅

but also no joke i am COMPLETELY illiterate so pls don’t take anything i say too seriously if it isn’t ur cup of tea. i like to talk abt inspo bc i love sharing the things i like, so i am just happy you asked !! all my love 

[wakabond-blog]

PyeongChang Men’s SP Reaction

FOREWARNING: someone remind me to never do this again I literally sweat through my shorts going through this emotional earthquake

I had reservations about doing this reaction post but I’m watching the NBC mini-promos for everyone (cue lil’ kid saying that Javi is his ONLY hero <3) competing tonight and all the feels flooding in.

Also gonna put my dream podium out there in advance so I can lay claim to my fantasies before they possibly flop: Yuzu, Nathan, Javi (in that order for Gold, Silver, and Bronze), but ofc the best scenario is that everyone skates well and leaves the ice happy and the gremlin judges can do whatever. I haven’t watched a lot of the earlier-group men this season, but looking at their music choices I’m pretty excited for Julian Zhi Jie Yee’s Build a Home program (P/C’s 2016 FS from Euros that year still sticks with me) and hopefully Yaroslav hits his 4F. Just writing out everyone’s name is getting me hella nervous

THIRTY ONE GUYS UP 4 HOURS FML LET’S GIT TO IT, first group up on warmup ice: ayyy Vincent hitting a nice 4Lz-3T

AHHH NBC dropping me randomly into Felipe Montoya’s program right into a botched 3F-2T; c’mon man AISH U TOOK AWAY JAVIER RAYA’S SPOT FOR THIS uwu I kinda dig the all white costume tho but must be a binch to find from the audience viewpoint

Chafik Besseghier actually into taximan more than during the Team SP like yeah sure NBC say it’s part of “French creativity” but that taxi look is wonky...points for commitment though, right? 77.01 with all those lil’ green boxes gouda job Chafik; also a note on that French quirky creativity comment anyone else remember Brian Joubert trying to “disprove” people calling him gay by doing a nude photoshoot

MY BOI Vincent Zhou HITS DAT 4Lz-3T first at the Olympics with that 4Lz-3T combo!!! gah other two jumps off-axis but damn he has the hardest technical content but man you gotta deliver all of it including rotations and GOE; also *pushes glasses up* Vincent ~almost~ got a perfect ACT score wat u doing get that 36 (LOL AT THE COMMENTATORS SAYING HIS SIS GOT A PERFECT SCORE); BANG 84.53 with some stubby GOEs I can live with that new season’s best YAAAS u chase those cars

Okay so the announcement for Denis Ten is in English over the loudspeakers but there’s like a little interruption when they just repeat the word “Kazakhstan” but in Korean phonetics; REIGNING BRONZE MEDALIST LET’S GO nope there goes the 4S-->2S, NICE triple axel though!, also loving the royal blue shirt, triple lutz triple NO (sorry had to say that), but the music is great kinda operatic but not like a loud Bocelli; considering his injuries and other hurdles this is alright, his entire season had a rough start ALSO the flower girls have dresses that match the rink so QUTE also Frank Carroll is still not retired mkay

Matteo Rizzo NICE 3A also considering that this is choreo’d by his mom this is great, strong Italian vibes, really good lines, straight camel with the leg position above the hip, good rotation; love the arms out of the 3Lz this would be a program I would want to do OKAY NBC WE GET THAT U NEED A QUAD TO GET ON THE PODIUM but friggin Matteo’s job is to make his mom choreo proud also considering how this is by far the biggest stage he’s been on after dethroning Ivan Righini, dis is gr8

Michael Christian Martinez honestly still love his taking YOI in stride basically Phichit IRL, not a great performance by any means, really low score in the 50s sheesh but hey that signature Biellmann though! this first group was alright still looking ahead

Yaroslav Paniot that was rough :/// also he took out the 4F and fell on all 3 passes (I mean he landed on his knee on the axel but like...what do you even call that?) damn Tammy Gambill coaches him too, into last place :(( it’s okay Yaroslav

Yan Han going for that hard nose blow and tissue grab looks intense LOVE THAT HARD SLAP ON THE BARRIER you got this my man, AHHH yas more Twilight, NICE TRIPLE AXEL BEST SO FAR man was that rotation fast, crap that 4T still looking for a clean toe in this comp; also these SPs are passing really quickly, Vincent still in the lead after Han’s 80.63

Julian Zhi Jie Yee OMGOMGOMG okay excited for this, awww love the shot back to the opening ceremony; love his shirt with the slight slit V not intrusive but modern and sleek LOVE LOVE LOOOOOVE it; AHHH THE BEATS OF BUILD A HOME ready for this show off for Malaysia, NICE TRIPLE AXEL he had so much space coming down, maintaining composure, come on GREAT LUTZ halfway mark here come the lyrics and ahhh slipping on the 3F-3T, I think that content should be enough for him to make the FS, lines could be a bit better but his spin levels seem there good for him! Man he really floated on the 3A I’m hoping this’ll go into the low 70s yep 73.58 good score for him

And cue more ice-less places Brendan Kerry kinda attractive in that down-under way, used to be really smol but then hit that caucasian puberty WHOOO first clean 4T of the comp, like the shimmery dark blue shirt, nice 3Lz-3T who needs a quad sal if there’s anything the pairs comp taught us it’s that going clean leaves a greater impression than hard tricks, saved that 3A, this cut of Everybody Wants to Rule the World is so #inspirational someone get me my book of self-affirmations also getting all these coach-skater revelations Nikolai Morozov coaches Kerry?? dang, whoa slots right in behind Vincent with an 83 and change

Moris Kvitelashvili okay who tf put his name as Morisi on the official docs they actually announced his names as that ETERI U ONLY HAVE ONE BOY, bring on the Buble, smooth 3A that flow, def on feelin good on that 4S, after Boyangman’s Spiderman program I’ve grown to have a deeper appreciation for Michael Buble, he’s really tall but one of those lanky awkward guys but eh I give him props for having the gumption to compete for Georgia and getting to compete on Olympic ice

Keegan Messing LOL his intro “actually born in Alaska, proficient Yo-Yo master” aww singin in the rain WOW nice 4T-3T I’m laughin at clouds too Keegan, oof that 3A fall though, very fast spinner no travelling either...okay but seriously can we get RIka Kihira here to give these guys a 3A clinic or something, for a second this really feels like a Javi program, nice 3Lz to finish out the jumps my god I thought his coach was either Eteri/Shawn White c.2010 hair wow 85 taking away the lead from Vincent; 12 men done, 18 left!

This next warmup group Danny wit dat fresh haircut, NBC hyping up the final group omg chill ur horses, Michal with those sleeve ribbons!

Michal Brezina those bedazzled dragons, WOW QUAD sal (okay I thought it was a flip at first), good 3A nothing under review, not to compare but to compare this is like Seimei beta ver., beautiful delayed 3F, also I feel like I hear people clapping along to the drums but I don’t see anyone...it’s prolly the NK cheer squad, this skate should just sneak into 1st, damn his profile sideshot looks like a dinosaur, AWWW RAF lol still surprised by these coaching situations OH BOI lol just into 1st by 0.04 over Keegan

Cha Junhwan c’mon get that gypsy dance on bring the soul of Wakaba to the games (I expect shoulder shimmies), TAKE A DEEEEP breath Brian, wow dicey moment with the 3F-3T but landed flawlessly, even better 3A crowd goes WILDDDD, quick interjection these scores that are starting to pile into the mid-80s are seriously reminding me of the bronze-medal battle in Sochi I mean yeah now there’s a pretty solid list of 5/6 guys for the podium but still..chills..., might have urs but really bringing the energy otherwisein the stsq arms flairs right on the beat of the music (I’ll count those as shimmies) wow first standing O very well deserved all the korean flags!!

Other sidenote you know who’s gonna get more cool team jackets than Marina Zueva? Brian friggin Orser: Canada, Korea, Japan, Spain, Kazakhstan! all those colors!! gotta catch ‘em all and with a score of 83+ Junhwan goes into that pack of mid-80s

Paul Fentz jacksepticeye doppleganger back on the ice, honestly great 3T-3T screw the squad his air position is really good, wow wild like on the 3A but again great air position (honestly this plus straight legs on camel spins are like the must-haves), also loving this jazzy music it works for him, Wonderwall was WUNDERFUL

Interjection of hockey testosterone jeez being a referee in that would be terrifying you’re wearing no padding sheesh

Misha Ge okay srsly what is the point of saying “Uzbekistan” in English and then again in Korean phonetics? not into the brown ombre, good 3A, getting gypsy pirate vibes gawd that spin extension though ta die fo

Cutaway to Yuzu absolutely DESTROYIN that EZ applesauce pouch (okay it’s not applesauce but man is he twistin every last drop out)

And since I’m already doing this huge ass shitpost I might as well comment on some of the commercials, the 23andme thing where Warren Buffett narrates “ill let u choose any car but u only get one you’d take care of it so well right WELL THAT’s UR BODY”...kinda hypocritical coming from a dude who only eats McDs, See’s Candies, Coke and steak...

Jorik Hendrickx awww I actually had no idea his sis Loena made it too, gosh Je Suis Malade reminds me of Adelina’s failed comeback...anyway good 3A to start; I remember how emotional his qualifying through Nebelhorn was enjoy this bb, wow he’s gonna join the mid-80s pack too judges panicking how tf do we separate them AWW Loena clapping so cute and Jorik smiling!! love this

Also screaming about how I can see the final group on my shitpost list getting closer to my cursor *bites nails*

Literally the biggest actual fuqboi of this comp Daniel Samohin is up with a new ‘do that fresh fade also doesn’t he have that company/group thing black wolf white wolf WELL DAMN BLACK WOLF JUST HIT HIS 4T-3T god remember when he destroyed his shoulder at Skate America, whoa first two clean quads of the comp so far who knew flopchild would it get together at the Olympics also classic Daniel guitar solo ay fuq down on the 3A gdi this is why we can’t have nice things LOL also the first skater to finish in the wrong direction, cute lil’ smile at the end though! Also gonna hit the low-80s aww happy tears!!! omg is that Nikolai Morozov yup 80 points and change jeez top 6 all separated by less than 2 points lol

Group 4 on the ice jeez those short sleeves SLAY BOI LOL THESE ADAM PROMOS literally all of the vernacular “fierce, I’m a full prone monster” *smizes* okay I’m going for a walk and hope to be back by Deniss see ya’ll in a quick sec and good luck to the first five in this group...but srsly I gotta get up or else risk carpal tunnel at this point </3

Adam Rippon, Dmitri Aliev

Okay jk I made it back for Patrick Chan midway through his performacne looks like his first couple jump elements were good supposedly missed his 3A he looks really tense damn PChiddy it’s alright (sidenote his chest looks bigger than I remember), also ofc Dimi is in the lead now with a tech score over 50

Keiji Tanaka, Alexei Bychenko both happened but I took a shower to be clean for some clean skates

Also isn’t it crazy how Deniss is literally skating right before Yuzu man those world standings were a bit of a surprise at first Deniss Vasiljevs (jk my shower also overran his performance so I’m looking at the protocols rn but hey, good thing is my energy’s now conserved for GROUP 6!)

YESS NBC showing (at least part of) the warmup; Javi hits a BOSS 4S so smooth; Nathan’s smiling, Yuzu looks healthy! my god seeing all the faves on ice together warming up at the OLYMPIC stage is just *clutches chest* a lil’ too much for a casual Thursday evening; okay one more set of commercials and we are off to the RACES!!!

Yuzuru Hanyu TAKES THE ICE the first bars of Ballade a personal fave piece, breatheee, head roll, sway,ohmigod you could hear the sound of a pin dropping, come one quad sal to open...YES OH MY GOD NICE 13 POINTS!!! for that one element, great donut spin, 1 2 3 1 2 3 getting all of his levels ofc great character in spins timed to music, love the sound of his blades BLIND MOHAWK INTO 3A TRADEMARK HIT IT’S HAPPENING ONLY THE COMBO LEFT IS HE GONNA DO THE RIPPON ON THE END YES NICE HE HIT IT OH MY FUQQIN GOD THE POOHS THE OBAACHANS IN THE AUDIENCE THIS IS SERIOUSLY MAGICAL BEAT THAT WOWOWOW THE POOH BEARS RAIN DOWN AGAIN I have never seen so many thrown down at once at him DAMN; this is a true champion, my god yes yes YES!!!! my god I don’t know how get got that 3T WITH RIPPON out at the end lol Ghislain Briand and B Orser jumping; WORLD RECORD GIVE IT TO HIM NEVER DOUBT YU.ZU.RU. HAN.YU; BAM 111 triple ONES BEAT THAT YESS AND HE’S SMILING

OKay okay I gotta calm down for Nathan Chen the Poohs are cleared, yes this is a POTO costume but he looks good; GOD DAMN IT CAMERAMAN YOU MISSED THE FUQQIN DIP YOU HAD ONE JOB ARGHHHH, blade sounds are louder than YUZUS BUT HERE COMES THE 4LZ...OH SHIT MY GOD AND THE QUAD TOE JESUS FUCKING HELL IT WASN’T A COMBO either wow...I’m speechless..come one Nate finish it out finish it out OH FUCKING...33 TECHSCoRE?!?!?!?!?!? He’s still breathing though, looks alright, okay he’s still honestly so young and I understand he exudes this chill outlook which is great but all the pressure had to have gotten him (or he just got unlucky with this bad day :///) nerves?? I know there’s still the free skate left but I want him to walk away from all this feeling okay, not hating skating or anything and making a comeback (hopefully??) in Beijing and maybe having a Chloe Kim kind of moment OH FUQ 13th place 82+...my god

Mikhail Kolyada actually shaking his head after seeing Nathan’s scores we’re all shocked buddy; but skate well hit that sky-high lutz loving your mozart, come on come one; okay triple honestly I just don’t want to see any more thuds on the ice that’s good oh fuck...4T a goner out of the four disciplines this is the one that has the least assured gold medalist and maybe that’s contributing to the nerves? It’s okay Mikhail, your 3A was pretty, and YAY GOT A SMILEY SPASIBO y’know at the Olympics all I can hope for as a spectator is that everyone skates happy and goes as big and clean as possible and leaves happy or at least not too hard on themselves and I know that’s easy to say but so much of sports/life in general is psychological and it just pains me to think of how these guys might react to this under-delivered performances

Shoma Uno smolma please whisk us away with Winter, literally gonna bounce the fuq off of Shrooma if he lands everything please save this; NICE 4F, lines ofc can’t compete with Hanyu but you know...World Silver...he’s got the goods, get those clean edges, skating skills, stsq levels, okay 4T YES YES YES 3T great my god SHOMA SAVES THE TRIPLE AXEL PRAISE AWWWW THE SMILE!!!!! FUCKING MELTING FOR THIS DARK HORSE WHO BTW IS WORLD SILVER REIGNING, MY GOD THIS IS CLUTCH; AND HE HAS HIGHLIGHTS TAKE THAT BINCH, ugh I’m so conflicted right now with all of these flops and clean skates and my head is muddled guessing 106 okay okay lowballed the components gets a 104 also had to save a couple landings I get it but THOSE THUNDERTHIGHS SAVING THE DAY

Javier Fernandez oh please please please all I want is for you to bring home a medal GIVE US CHAPLIN GIVE US 4S AND 4T3T THIS IS YOUR CHANCE GO FOR IT, NICE ON THE COMBO, NICE 4S HOLY HELL ALSO SHOUTOUT TO MY MOM FOR RECOGNIZING THIS AS CHAPLIN U KNOW HE’S DOING HIS JOB and that AMAZING TRIPLE AXEL; so lovely oh my god this is beautiful, tbh I think my mom is actually falling in love with him “his costume looks so good on him O.O” she’s predicting he’ll win and my mom is like...never wrong so...okay tech score just exactly 60, I’m hoping 109 range oh my god GIVE HIM THE PCS IF NOT FOR HIM FOR MY MOM OH MY GOD

HYPING UP Jin Boyang for my mom okay come on GIVE US THAT CROUCHING TIGER MAGIC, LORI CHOREO DO UR FUQQIN $10K MAGIC, AMAZING 4LZ-3T, ONE OF THE BEST 4T, OG QUAD KING TARA MENTION THAT YES YES *DOES MERYL MEME POINTING FINGERS*, BEAT DRUM DROP, ERHU  YES THAT 3A OH MY GOD YES YES YES JIN GO GO GO YES THE KARATE HANDS IN THE SIT SPIN, WORD THE STSQ YOU’RE GETTING ALL OF THE LEVELS GO GO GO THIS IS YOUR LAST ELEMENT HIT THE POSES GET THE EDGES GET THE TURNS KICK TWIZZLES BUTTERFLY KICK YES FIST PUMP YES YES YES YES YESSSSSS MY GOD YES GIVE HIM A SCORE TO COMPETE WITH SHOMA 104+, okay okay I can work with 103.32

Okay wow so heading into the FS tomorrow:

-Nathan, get that redemption skate, go big, go clean, love it, love yourself

-Yuzuru: bring that Seimei power, work your natural magic, be yourself, keep the intensity, and just let it flow

-Javi: VAMOS VAMOS VAMOS BE QUIXOTE, get your own redemption from Sochi (also lol I don’t think it matters what happens in the end but you’ve already won in my mother’s heart)

-Shoma: SHOOM SHOOM INTO OUR HEARTS EVEN MORE, channel your 2017 Worlds Diva moment, do it do it DO IT

-Boyang: BRING THE STAR WARS HIT US WITH THAT ANGELIC SAUCE

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feelin’ it

Sometimes (no, always) I wish my college self hadn’t been as embarrassed of my high-school self and my old Tumblr (rip alyssalovesstars and my old favorite gif). How much I wish I could get the posts, the reblogs, the dramatic feelings back. Without a doubt I’d still be embarrassed, but it’d be a sweet reminder of such a coming-of-age season.

Anyways, I think of that because it was during those days that I gave up makeup. I had recently become a Christian and I remember being inspired by a friend who shared her story of her struggles with body image. When it came time for Lent, I decided to not wear makeup. I remember it was difficult at first – even though I didn’t wear a ton, without it I felt exposed. Over time, I learned to appreciate me for me and by the time Easter came around, I knew that I still wanted to challenge myself to not be reliant on a product to feel confident. I wanted to love and be loved for my authentic self.

For the past 9+ years (wow, that’s scary to think about), that mentality has kept me away from makeup with the exception of special events, holidays, and the past year as I’ve dived back into it in spurts. Committing to that for so long and actively choosing to find more self-confidence is something I’m proud of.

Fast-forward to today, one of my new year’s resolutions for 2020 was to “get in tune with my body”. For me, a lot of what that has meant is not being scared of it; the fear of thinking about it (idolization), the fear of embracing it (sexuality), and the fear of celebrating it (causing stumbling). While I have had such great communities and people around me in the past decade, I wouldn’t say there has been a welcoming of discussion around physicality. Don’t get me wrong, my fear led me to be a part of the problem too. And it wasn’t just the lack of encouraged conversation but also certain experiences, more fear, and my general misunderstanding of the intent for creation. Catching up to the present, this break has been somewhat of the culmination of these thoughts. I realized that in the past pursuit of finding my worth not in my image, I began to overcompensate by neglecting my body and for lack of a better word, femininity.

I approach the subject warily, even now still holding onto those now deeply rooted fears. And maybe this writing is inspired by the fact that I watched all of Unorthdox last night or because I have been really appreciating these pictures. Either way, I realize that (in this instance) burying feelings is not the answer. The human body is intentional and libido (lol this was in a crossword I just did so had to throw it in) is no mistake either. Now, that’s definitely not to say that there aren’t lines and intentions for how those should manifest itself too.

As I’ve begun to “get in touch with my body”, I’ve learned that there’s nothing to be afraid of! The human body is weird, and strange, and unique, and cool, and beautiful. I’ve learned that my own body stores a lot of energy, so I’ve found joyful outlets through exercise and dance (thank you TikTok for filling in while I can’t go to Zumba!). I’ve also learned that as I choose to acknowledge attraction and sexual desires, choices of abstinence actually become meaningful. It’s much easier to refrain from something you deny in the first place than to refrain from something you realize you actually want.

Some days are easier than others, in all the different ways. And frankly it’s really different for each person. But I believe that the choice to recognize is greater than the choice of ignorance. So, I post the pictures below and write this in celebration. Celebration into the next decade of learning to love myself – my annoying crooked smile, a waist cushioned by the too-frequent consumption of desserts, flat feet, and all.

And to end; I’ve learned that yesterday’s revelation can become today’s limitation. But that’s the beautiful thing about growth. You are challenged, you learn, and you build. Then you’re challenged, you learn, and you build all over again. That process doesn’t make the old stuff bad, it just makes it part of the foundation that you’re standing on now. I’m grateful to be on this weird, uncomfortable, flirty, fun, and awkward journey.