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taeguboi · 4 years

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“Would You Rather...?” Drabble 02 - Reader x Yoongi [Suga]

“would you rather: be trapped in a lift with jungkook for an hour after an argument but you make up, seven minutes in heaven with rm where you have a crush on him, or be housemates with suga through quarantine and you can't stop feeling super attracted to him”

Yes, I chose the Yoongi option again because I think I have a problem lmao rip

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Locked Down in Tension

Frustration. Uncertainty. Tension.

Studying of your own accord since lockdown began was starting to feel impossible. It had taken you about a week to decide where to begin with any of the remaining work on your to do list and your focus was coming in very short and sporadic bursts. Five minutes here, half a minute there… if you were lucky, you got half an hour to yourself without getting distracted by any of your housemates as they walk in and out your room or past the dining table in the kitchen.

Nothing appeared to be clear to you anymore from your studies to your social life to just everything in general. This entire situation of the country being on lockdown just messed with any existing routine you once had. It messed with your mind. He messes with your mind.

Yoongi fucking Min. He doesn’t even mean to do it; he doesn’t even know he’s doing it! All he thinks it is everyday is a glance across the room or a ‘y’alright?’ when one of you passes the other outside the shower room. Did he always look that good in the morning with his bed head? Did that dressing gown always reveal that bit of collarbone or did you only just notice? Has he always had that strong aura whenever he walks into a room or is it the isolation making you delirious?

Come on, he’s just loading in the shopping. He’s allowed to do that. He’s allowed to get on with that whilst you type away at your laptop. Or rather, you aren’t typing at your laptop, just staring at the screen with unfocused eyes while your hand barely hover above the keys. You’ve no idea how long you’ve been sitting so still like that upon your realization but you can’t help but swear in frustration at your idleness.

“For fuck’s sake…” you sigh, leaning back on your chair, throwing your head back.

“Y’alright y/n?”

‘No I’m not fucking alright; I can’t work; I can’t sleep properly; and you don’t exactly help when you come in here looking like that...’

“Yeah, I’m fine” you lie, suddenly correcting your posture by sitting up in your chair and your chin up.

“Alright then” he replies with a shrug and simply goes back to what it was he was doing; unloading the milk from the shopping bag and sliding it onto a fridge shelf.

“Well, actually no…” you admit, your mind working slower than your mouth as you rest an elbow on the table and place your head on your palm.

“You’re always sat at that screen ever since this situation happened. Take a day off” he suggests, only half bothered, you can tell by the monotone in his voice.

“Yeah right(!)” you retorted sharply. “No one knows when this will all be over and I refuse to fall behind” you explain folding your arms.

“Relax y/n; it’s going to be at least a few more weeks. Watch a film or something” he advises, slamming the fridge door shut.

“I don’t know…” you drawl out, uncertain of what to do.

You hate that he’s right. Maybe you should have a day of no computer screens. Why does he have to be right?

“Suit yourself” he deadpans. “I’m chucking this in the player anyway ‘cos there’s nothing else to do” he tells you, holding some DVD case as he once again shrugs and then proceeds to saunter on into the living area.

Refusing to appear weak in front of Yoongi - even though he doesn’t know what you know which is what goes through your mind about him sometimes and that’s just paranoia at its finest - you remain sat in that dining room chair, determined to at least get a couple of more paragraphs going on this essay you had started at the university.

His stupid head just has to be in your view just beyond the laptop screen as you try your damned hardest to be productive. You can see his blond hair peeping out above the back of the sofa and it looks lonely to you. Lonely, like somebody should go join him in watching his stupid film.

The intro music for the film begins and if you weren’t already feeling distracted by things that shouldn't be making you feel distracted, this is the giving up point for the day.

“Ah fuck it” you casually say in your decision, shutting the laptop down before abandoning it and walking over to the sofa left of the one Yoongi is sat on.

“What? Do I have cooties or something?” he questions, apparently offended at your choice of seat.

“Oh, I-I just thought that…” you stammer, unable to complete your sentence.

“I know there’s all this stuff about social distancing y/n but we are in the same household” he bluntly says as he stares at the TV but also patting the space next to him. “Sit with me” he says, eyes not leaving the TV screen.

The audacity. The way he says it like a demand and not a question. He still doesn’t realize he’s doing it. You’re feeling stubborn now because of the way in which he told but didn’t ask you.

After a solid 5 seconds passing since he spoke, he notices you didn’t move sofas.

“I don’t bite, you know” he deadpans.

It makes your blood boil even though he still isn’t meaning to evoke any sort of reaction of frustration. You can’t help yourself though. As much as you’ve tried your hardest to put off these random thoughts you’ve been getting about your housemate every now and then, the idea of sitting next to Yoongi does sound kind of nice.

You often feel embarrassed to look at Yoongi because of the way your mind sometimes drifts into daydream as you watch him make a cup of coffee and think about going up to him and hugging him from behind to bask in the warmth of his dressing gown or when you watch him lift something heavy and you imagine it’s him lifting you to push you up against the wall as you make out intensely without a care that any one of your other housemates could walk in at any time or....

“Y/n?”

“Yoongi?”

“You sitting with me then or what?”

Without a sound, you stand yourself up and gently sit yourself next to your housemate and to be fair, this isn’t so bad. The film’s fine, and you feel nowhere near as tense as you thought you were going to from being sat so close to him.

“I’m getting a drink - want one?” he asks, interrupting some not so key part of the film dialogue and getting up.

“Sure” you reply, feeling like you could use something alcoholic after days on end of going nowhere with your uni work.

“Beer good?” he asks from the kitchen and you hear the fridge door slam followed by the sound of two glasses being plonked on the kitchen counter.

“Always” you respond, your eyes fixated on the screen in a similar way to which his were earlier.

Your answer is followed with the sound of a fizz and a jingle from a bottle lid, followed by another.

“Here we go” he says, placing the bottles on the table. “Sorry, it’s all we had left” he apologises as he notices you reading the label of the bottle.

“S’alright” you reply. “It makes me laugh actually that people don’t want to drink it anymore just because of the name”

“Yeah… it is a bit daft, really” he agrees, seating himself next to you. Is he closer to you than he was before? You aren’t quite sure.

“S’pose I’m just glad really to even see some booze” you sigh with a hint of jest. You casually lean over to pick up the bottle and you take the first swig.

Seriously, you swear there was more space between you than there was before.

‘Just focus on the film y/n. Enjoy your beer.’

So that’s exactly what you do.

For about half a minute.

Godammit, you have to know whether he’s sitting closer on purpose. Or rather, you need to just confirm to yourself that it’s your mind playing tricks on you because this is of course just an accident.

You get up to go to the toilet in the shower room down the corridor and Yoongi doesn’t question it. Maybe if you have a reason to get up and sit down again - at about the same distance as before - you will be able to just see that there was absolutely no intention on his part and it will have been just you and your mind running wild again…

‘Wow if that’s what you’re classing as wild now y/n, you need to get out more…’

Observing your appearance in the mirror above the sink after you wash your hands, you find yourself subconsciously fixing your hair a little as though to make yourself look presentable, just pushing that little strand to the side out the way of your face and flattening a tufty bit at the top of your messy bun.

Coming back into the living area, you swipe at the bottle that is yours and plonk yourself on the sofa once again, leaning back to continue watching the film.

To be honest, you aren’t really engaging with the film at that point; you’re just enjoying the relaxation and the sense of relief that bottle of alcohol offers you. Maybe you have been trying too hard lately. Maybe it’s okay to not do anything too productive every so often. Maybe you’ll have another beer after this one.

“Aw man, I’m such a sucker at these parts” Yoongi abruptly tells you, leaning forward as if a little giddy at the sight of two to be lovers interacting in this scene.

“Really? You? Yoongi Min? You go for this soppy crap?” you ask, almost in a dismissing way.

“Sure I do… okay maybe not usually as much as I do now, but… oh look!” he points at the screen with an excited expression as the couple on screen almost kiss.

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You always had Yoongi down as this indifferent kind of guy, cool, outgoing… and then the two actors on screen get interrupted by a third character

“Awh damn! I so thought they were going to do it that time!” he exclaims.

Your baffled mind-set at the way your housemate is acting in no way prepares you for the contact of his hand to your knee as he squeezes it. Yet somehow, you don’t outwardly react to it at all. Not one bit. Not even a twitch or a jerk of the knee. You let it happen. It’s kind of sweet really. Yeah, maybe it’s the weird circumstances of this lockdown that has changed people in weird little ways but you can’t help but muse at this side of Yoongi.

The scene on the film ends and moves onto the next but that doesn’t prompt Yoongi to remove his hand from your knee. Instead, he calms down and he just… lingers there. Does he appear to show any intention of moving his hand? Apparently not.

This should be weird. This should feel weird. It doesn’t though.

His thumb goes back and forth gently a couple of times, rubbing on your knee. You might have just stopped breathing. It feels nice. It’s nothing though really. He probably doesn’t realize he’s doing it as his eyes haven’t left that TV again.

This goes on for about another 15 minutes. Well not the rubbing, but his hand stays right there, possibly it’s moved up a little by now, but you conclude it’s another accident similar to when he sat closer to you earlier.

But then something happens that makes you question everything. Suddenly you doubt your judgement that he didn’t sit closer by accident. Your mind spirals further back than that even but you stop yourself from going barmy with thoughts of uncertainty and think about getting another one of those beers. To do that though, you’re going to have to take his hand off your knee.

You reach for his wrist to move him off but just as you take hold of that wrist, you find yourself unable to let go. Your touch has caused him to look at you and he catches your gaze. Neither of you seem to be able to give up in what has turned into an intense staring competition.

No matter how much will power you try to muster, you can’t turn away.

What do you do next?

Oooh deep and mysterious cliff hanger I know... well actually tbh I guess I got carried away since I said I’ll respond with drabbles and the word count was already over 2k when I got to this point soooo

and the answer is yes, this is open to a part 2. I might continue from this part if anyone asks. I might continue it anyway and give a part 2 nobody asked for hahah

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trollhunter94 · 5 years

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Moment of Clarity

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: Demon fight, feelings, mutual pining, declarations of love, kissing.

Summary: It only took Sam Winchester 4 months, 7 cases and one close call to fall hopelessly in love with you.

A/N: Happy Galantine’s Day @oneshoeshort! A little gift of love-struck Sammy <3 Sorry it’s late, I’m the worst.

[Yesterday]

The seconds were running out.

The hunters had become the hunted. The slippery Demon had ambushed you and Sam before a decent plan of action could be made. With a clench of it’s fist, the Demons power pulled you away from Sam’s side and slammed you against the wall.

Organs crushing and twisting inside your chests, the seconds counted down before your untimely demise. As you looked over to the youngest Winchester and saw his equal immobilization, only one option was left.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus-”.

The Demon flinched and glared at you with absolute hatred. Focusing it’s painful hold, it diverted more pain to your churning insides. Sam was quick to catch on to the plan of action, picking up where you left off. “Spiritus, omnis satanica potestas-”. His interrupted groan of agony passed the baton back to you.

With each line of incantation that was spoken, the deadly hold began to fade, allowing the two of you to plant your feet firmly and take control of the situation. Sam’s face was full of determined radiance as he delivered the final blow. “Te rogamus, audi nos!”

A plume of black smoke flew out of the vessel’s mouth and circled violently around the room, taking with it a whirlwind of dust. After it shot through the window, Sam wafted the hair out of his face and looked over to you, seeing the beaming smile and delight that illuminated your features. At that exact moment, the preoccupied Hunter experienced a feeling of clarity.

You were the definition of perfect. Someone who not only cared deeply for him, but is able to accept his lifestyle. Not to mention the fact that you have a thorough understanding of the lore. The perfect partner to hold his hand and walk into a fight; to help him hold the line.

How had he not realized this sooner?

[Today]

The sound of crunching entered Sam’s dream. It was out of place, certainly not the noise that would naturally accompany the serenity of his sleeping mind. When a pair of eyelids flickered open to focus on the audible intrusion that disturbed his slumber, the crunching became louder, more localized.

Slow and unfocused, his sight adjusted to the morning light that filled the hotel room. A turn of his head on the pillow revealed that he wasn’t alone. That’s when he discovered the source of the crunching; he saw you.

She’s sitting at the table with her legs intertwined around the wooden chair. Jaw moving gracefully as the light shines upon her gentle features. Gripping the spoon that’s hovering mid-air, her expression is blankly fixated on a section of the wall. Her mind seems to be caught up in some kind of inner debate or serious reflection.

Turning away to gaze up at the ceiling, his thoughts pondered on the events of yesterday. How amazing it felt to beat that Demon alongside you and the way it made you smile. That moment of pure happiness had ignited a spark of hope inside.

To strive for such happiness in the face of so many untold dangers is the ultimate pipe dream. Even if it was possible, would he be enough to make you happy? With a deep breath and a little push of courage, he decided to suck it up and accept these new feelings.

Long legs folded over the edge of the bed as Sam sat upright and prepared himself for the interaction. Would it be possible to act normal? To pretend as if his feelings hadn’t changed towards you, or that all he wanted was to see you smile that way again. There was only one way to find out.

“Hey”.

Sam’s distinctively gentle tone easily diverted you away from the inner workings of your mind, eyes coming into focus on the tall silhouette that came traipsing into view. He stood opposite the table for a moment, giving you a half-smile and a friendly nod.

You swallowed the mouthful of food in order to greet the youngest Winchester. “Good morning”.

To avoid any suspicion of his new-found feelings, he looked away and started walking. Your eyes followed him across the room as he headed for the counter to pour a cup of coffee. You couldn’t help but notice the way his bed clothes clung to his frame with perfection.

Little did Sam know how you felt. After spending four months with the Winchester brothers, it was impossible not to notice and admire the qualities that Sam held. He was thoughtful, intuitive and super cute. Of course, you naturally assumed that he would never be interested in being anything more than friends.

When Sam turned around with a cup in-hand, your direct gaze only served to disarm him of any confidence previously held. A nervousness held his form as he side-stepped towards the empty chair and sat down. “So, uh. What’s your plan for today?” he asked, directing any focus away from himself.

“Not much” you responded casually, stirring the spoon around the cereal bowl. Holding the cup to his face, a slow succession of sips held the perfect distraction as he studied the softness and beauty of your face. Even the sound of your voice seemed to be more enticing.

“We could check for any cases nearby or just head back to the bunker”.

A thick swallow of liquid came as a result of your reply. Going back to Kansas was not the ideal option. Dean would suss the change in him immediately. “Yeah” he coughed abruptly. “Let’s, uh. Let’s stay and look”.

Oh crap, he inwardly facepalmed. Had he just let his insecurities give him away? Sam was quick to gauge your reaction: She’s looking at me with such a curious nature, brow cocked with a small hint of confusion. It’s as if she knows. She can tell and it’s going to drive her away.

You watched as Sam’s face reacted to his inner thoughts, the lines that formed between his brows, all the while looking directly at you. His prolonged staring was highly unusual. This behavior certainly couldn’t go unquestioned.

“Okay, what’s with you?”

He mirrored your question in a defensive tone, eyes darting to the side and back before squinting slightly as if trying to hide a secret. “Nothing. What’s with you?”

“Nothing”. You mused heartily at your own reply, wondering why this had turned into an awkward word game. “But something’s definitely wrong... What aren’t you telling me?”

“Nothing’s wrong” he dismissed with a vague hand gesture. “I’m fine”.

He took this moment to retreat from any further interrogation, picking up his cup and kicking back his chair. Before he could escape the subject or the room, you stood up and reached out, taking hold of his arm and tugging against his hasty retreat.

“Please, Sam. Talk to me. Maybe I can help”.

Eyes falling to the floor, the sweetest smile grew across his face and a small huff left his chest. You were the only one who could help. It seems that keeping this revelation from you was going to be impossible. So, here goes nothing.

“You” he admitted quietly, feeling cautious about how you’d react to any declaration of affection.

“Me?” The instant feeling of somehow disappointing him spread through you. “Sam, I’m sorry. If it was something I did-”

“No”.

His head shook softly in amusement. Only you could feel responsible for something that never even happened. It’s one of the many qualities that made you so special. Maybe his approach was too indirect. He needed to do something bold.

Reaching out slowly, his fingers skirted down your palm and interlocked hands with you. It definitely gained your attention, his warm fingers encasing yours and pressing down with just enough pressure to send an unspoken message. Looking back up, his eyes were soft and directly focused on you.

“You” he assured, this time with an uplifting tone and a look of utter endearment on his face. It was unusual for Sam to be like this, so attentive and physical. He must truly feel this way. This was your moment of clarity.

“Sam” you said timidly, almost bursting from the feeling of overjoyed excitement. “If you like me, then... say you like me. Because, that would be kind of awesome”. The smile that escaped with your words didn’t go unnoticed. His reaction was one of relief and complete astonishment.

“I, uh... I like you, Y/N”.

Now that he had said the words, it felt so easy to continue expressing them. “I like you a lot”. His head dropped slightly, showing his response to something funny. “I think you’re awesome”.

As his eyes lifted to meet yours again, you couldn’t think of anything to say. There were no words to describe how you felt in this moment. The only way to express these feelings were through action.

Sam watched your facial expression, waiting and hoping for some kind of similar response. He wasn’t expecting you to grip his hand tighter and step forward, closing the distance between you. He certainly couldn’t believe it when your hand lifted to cup his cheek, holding his face with the softest touch. Your amusement rang clear in the only thing you could think to say.

“Awesome”.

Sam chuckled in response, taking in the pleasure of seeing you smile again, whilst discarding any remaining doubt. You liked him too, how did he not see it?

His smile faded as he continued to watch you. Something about the way you looked at him was mesmerizing, eyes so still and full of want. The more he looked, the more it drew him in, locking you both into a deep connection of stares.

The seconds passed by and Sam’s mind melted into mush. Nothing was going to distract him from this moment, from being happy. Your close proximity had unleashed this new feeling, the need to be closer, to touch you. Some unknown force was pushing his head lower, pushing him closer to you.

When his lips landed against yours, all previously lost thoughts came rushing back to his head, blurring any intake of senses. It wasn’t until you started moving your lips, that he came back to the present moment, embracing your action and increasing the pressure of his touch in response.

The deepened intensity of his kiss felt incredible, so warm and welcoming. Like home. It ignited a blazing fire inside of you, an assured determination to keep him close.This inspired your hand to fall to his neck, attempting to hold him closer if it was even possible.

It was obvious that he felt it too when his free hand moved up to rest gently on your waist, fingertips pressing lightly against the fabric of your shirt. When the rush of warmth began to grow inside, something strange happened. Sam pulled back to break the kiss, breath heavy with overwhelming emotion. How did this happen? Another huff of amazement left his chest as he looked at you.

“Is this really happening?”

You couldn’t believe it either. After pining over Sam for weeks now, he was here, in your arms and kissing you. It was a dream come true. You couldn’t help but smile as you responded.

“I hope so”.

That was it. That smile. That moment of clarity. He could make you happy.

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#sam x reader #galantines day

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boglog · 6 years

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Wholesome Questionare Tag Meme

Tagged by @80sglamcowboy Rules are: -Post the rules -Answer the questions given to you by the tagger -Write eleven questions of your own -Tag eleven people

This is long as Hell, friends and I apologise.

One inquisitive bitch has asked me:

1. Name one person (real or fictional) that you think you could 100% take on in a fight

Foaming mouth guy from Avatar. He’s got no stamina, barely any health, no skill. He’s unfocused and weak and my noodley nerd-ass could take him. (Though I am a little concerned he has rabies.)

2. What’s your favourite snack rn

Grilled cheese w veggies, mustard, and grilled tofu w a side of ketchup made by my roommate. It’s honestly the purest thing.

3. Which apocalypse do you think you’d do the best in? (i.e. Nuclear winter/ robot uprising/ Too many vampires, etc)

O man. I love apocalypse movies and I love survival horror (that one episode of the X Files where they’re trapped in a cabin, anybody?). I also genuinely love camping and I’m a bit of a medical hobbyist. I also watched an unreasonable amount of prepper videos on YouTube. That said, as mentioned above, I am a couch potato weekling. Furthermore, I don’t do well in conflict so if the world hierarchy collapses into a power vacuum where you have to Orange is the New Black-style intimidate ppl for supplies, I would melt and die quickly.

My best bet, it would seem, is an Arrival-esque alien apocalypse where the ones who have enough patience and sci fi knowledge to communicate w aliens are at the top of the food chain. And worst case scenario it’s better for my ego to die at the hands of an alien than a human.

Sci go apocalypses are just cleaner y'know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

 4. Best and worst fandom you’ve been in? Or have you somehow managed to avoid fandom completely?

Worst has to be Steven Universe. I regret not just moving on after I got bored. Ah well.

(I also think celebrity/real ppl fandoms are a dead end.)

My other fandoms all have various pros and cons and it’s hard to pick a favourite.

Adventure Time has great fanart, great meta and ppl have yet to descend into Homestuck-ian chaos. That said, they’re quiet af. People also fixate way too much on the fake fanfic AU Fionna and Cake. I have yet to read a really good Bonny/Marcy fic and that is a tragedy (a few have come close tho). Bottom line for AT tho is that it’s my go to wholesome cartoonist fandom. I like that it has depth but that it’s generally very simple and fun and that the fans are mostly shut in animation adults.

AtLA/LoK fandom’s biggest pro is that it’s huge and you literally never ran out of quality content. I’ve even made a few friends via this decade old franchise. It’s also enjoyably rich and complex. One of my favourite (now inactive) blogs was one that connected world building and little background Easter eggs to real Chinese history and culture. That wAs so cool!! I defs think as a Chinese person it allowed me to connect to non-western culture in a socially acceptable way.

The downsides tho are many: it can be overwhelmingly complicated (esp as someone who knows jack shit abt Chinese history), people take it too seriously, The Great Shipping Wars, it’s so big it’s a little lonely, the show itself has so many flaws upon greater inspection you wonder why you wasted your time on anything related to it, it’s an Asian themed story created by white dudes who make fun of their fans, the best parts of the show were written by other writers but those same white guys get k the credit. Also as w any fandom related to POC culture, racism happens. Anyways most of you know this already. IMO the best thing to have happened do the fandom is korrasami. Now it’s just abt Asian lesbians ruling the world.

(Though I also thoroughly enjoy the Family Rivalry part of the fandom. There are so mNy dysfunctional families to choose from!)

Rick and Morty is technically speaking my newest fandom. It’s got a lot of obvious cons (pickle Rick sexists, Szechuan sauce racists, asfhkkh incest) but one other con is just how pedantic and overly analytical people are abt the world building. I can’t breathe wo being corrected. RM has a misleadingly complicated high sci fi aesthetic that begets the kind of overanalysing my brand of overanalytical nerdiness can’t handle. Too many alternate universes. It’s just too complicated.

However one thing I like is that conversely I can overanalyse the writing and characters’ psychology/relationships (which I LOVE) and ppl take me very seriously. (At least they used to.) it’s kinda validating to have your 3k word essay on an old man’s bedroom and what that signifies for his depression get over 1k notes.

Rm also attracts the fun, super talented animation crowd so there’s boundless fanart and memes. I never knew I would like a gravity falls crossover retirement home AU btwn Rick and Stan so much but the art is objectively gorgeous?? So ??

I really dislike the lack of attention the female characters get from fandom bc they’re all really great? Female rep is limited but both canon and fic really do their 2-3 tokens justice. Also the jerry hatred is getting old (that male aggression… Like… Calm down, Jake) but it’s a refreshing departure drom when Megg from family guy was the butt of the joke.

Harry Potter, one of the pillars of nerd society, has both changed my life and irreconcilably annoyed me to death. (W no thanks to the racist creator herself!) One can’t underestimate how huge the hp fandom is which offers you as many reasons to love it as reasons not to. Harry Potter’s canon has complex world building that’s also charming enough not to take itself too seriously and much the same could b said of fanon. To a degree. Certain corners of the fanbase are fantastic shitposters and meme-ers and can draw you back in like a black hole. Casually enjoying Harry potter imo is where it’s at. The fanfic is probably one of the most impressively vast. Strangers at Drakesaugh, believe it or not, still updates and not only that, I still read it.

Not casually enjoying Harry potter is, um, yikes? HP and Hunger Games love to insert themselves appropriately in real life political traumas and honestly the dedication of the fandom can be overwhelming.

The HP fanart corner of deviantart circa 2010-12 and @flocc HP comics however are the best.

Meet the Robinsons, Ye Olde Fandom, still stands to this day. (Thanks in part to me ngl) As Iroh might say, they are a proud people. MTR is so bizarre and tiny it’s the only fandom I was able to read EVERY fic summary in existence (ones published on obscure sites excepted). The fandom has never ceased to surprise me for better or worse and mostly due to its age range. The original movie was intended for 8-12 yr olds and their (jaded) parents which means that now, ten years later, the fans are anywhere between 12 and 25. It has approximately 20 pieces of professional-grade fanart and fic and I am downright serious abt the quality and thoughtful complexity of this minority of fanart. Like I shit you not some of it’s almost too dark. However, tragically, one can’t talk abt obscure Disney fandoms wo also mentioning the incest ships (this is what happens when middleschoolers have to resort to cartoons to explore their sexuality in an anti sex ed world), the disorganised crossovers, and the blinding lack of imagination. Nonetheless, that a fandom of any kind could sprout from a 90 min cgi movie before the recession, based off an obscure but objectively fascinating children’s book, is still impressive. The fandoms smallness can in many wars work to everybody’s benefit: it’s a tightly knit community w little to no drama. And lots of memes (that I mostly make) to enjoy sincerely or ironically.

I’m also going to mention, very briefly, the Twin Peaks fandom, most of whom, even the die hards, are v casual when it comes to fan content (I need more fic damnit). Nonetheless it’s a decidedly cool art kid crowd for an art house show and I really enjoy befriending twin peaks watchers.

5. What’s one hot food that you prefer cold? (or, alternatively, one cold food you like hot)

Is it snobby to say I like food to be the temperature God intended?

Like I like cold pizza and salad-y pasta but I wouldn’t mind if everything were room temperature as long as the food itself was well made.

6. ya like jazz? What music do you enjoy listening to? Can you recommend any songs/ artists from that genre?

I think in some contexts I can like jazz. It’s very cosy and nostalgic, it can make you feel like a grand dame stepping out of your limo into your martini filled mansion as records pop around you and your fur carpeted living room. I also occasionally like jazz covers and alternate genres of jazz like electro swing etc.

Generally though I also think jazz is a little antiquated and a little all over the place. I lean more towards the ambiguous minimalism of mellow techno music like Jonna Lee, Grimes, Björk, early Lorde, Yasmine Hamdan, Austra, TRST, etc

I mean I don’t stick to just one genre (I imagine most ppl don’t). I like alternative (Tori Amos, Regina Spektor, Joanna Newsom) and some musicians who seem to completely exist outside of genre like iMonster and the Gorillaz. Not to mention straight up pop like broods, Ellie goulding, lady gaga and Lana del rey. (I mean technically Ldr isn’t pop but u get the ideer)

7. What binge worthy show do you like?

So many man. There are so many out there! Twin peaks, Transparent, Love, Grace and Frankie, Adventure Time, House of Cards, Bojack Horseman, Rick and Morty, Mad Men, Girls, Broad City, Black Mirror, Avatar TLA, 6Teen, Chowder, Over the Garden Wall, Flapjack, the first season of Downton Abbey, Game of Thrones, etc

The list goes on. I’m a TV fiend.

8. What’s an old meme that you miss and wish would be brought back?

Always liked the Gothic [x town or whatever] meme. It was like a text post version of the cursed images meme. Currently I’m really enjoying the song from another room meme and I hope even after it gets old it’ll make a comeback.

9. Tell me your aesthetic  

O man. That’s a can of worms! Okay. Deep breath.

I like futurism, of all kinds. I like strong lines and clear shapes. I like colour blocking and minimalism and glass and holographic LED neons. I like white Japanese urban tiled buildings. I like aliens and ruins and cubes and white and colour blocking and black. I like technology and aliens and Comme des Garçons and Issey Miyake. Rooms that are empty but for one light and one window and one plant. Love that.

I like the midcentury cubism and Mod and 30’s futurism. Clear and strong industrial shapes and curves and post modernist abstractionism.

I also love nature, I love most every Björk and Iamamiwhoami music video. I love the mountains and the forests and the desert and the winter tundra and most of all I love the water. A vast expanse of sky and sea w so many colours and textures. I love the 2000s and funny blob shapes and y2k’s obsession w secondary colours and shiny round things. Love pink. I am a grown adult who will never tire of pink. (Though I don’t really like when people overdo pink.) I love cursed image family photos taken with flash in a suburb. I love the grime and the sanitary aesthetic of suburbs and hospitals and brutalist office spaces. The fluorescent lights of the institution but with purple carpeting!

I love 70s mod and I love colorful 80s brutalism I like it when houses are shaped weirdly and they have carpets and polished curved wooden countertops and spacious nothingness where everything looks clean and cosy and bizarrely ugly and it all looks like an art gallery w too many plants.

I also really love maximalism and wood and detail and fur and velvet and embroidery and silk and windows and wood carvings.

I love 70s kitsch like John waters movies and Shrimps designer fake fur CDG17 where they just piled on knickknack after knickknack onto white dresses w food long trains. Toys and novelty items and lamps shaped like a woman’s leg in a fishnet stocking. (See also: most Tim burton movies, wes Anderson, Carrie fishers house)

An overwhelming mishmash of wool patterns with clean cubic 70s architecture and so many plants and windows and wallpaper and candles and cobwebs. Also really like witchy mourning jewelry and essentially every house in Harry potter. Love the unfortunately racist boho/hippie aesthetic. Any house designed by bill kirsch is a masterpiece. Woven baskets on the ceiling piles of hats and art supplies everywhere. Stuff!! Everywhere! Hidden passageways reading nooks fireplaces the Pink Palace from Coraline!

Everything!!!

I’m a cartoonist who’s a nerd for design so I like when concepts are taken to the extreme in a humourously charming and clear-minded way. Whatever aesthetic someone chooses, they should go all out and really dedicate themselves to the highest form of that aesthetic. It has to be perfect without being sanitary of fake. It has to be alive yet beautiful, frozen in one perfect moment.

10. Favourite time of day and why?

Dusk. I think it’s a nostalgia thing. I loved the hours before bed time as well the hours before dinner when it was getting dark and the sun was reflecting freaky colours along the horizon while I ran around the grass. It’s cozy but it’s spacious and adventurous. So many things can happen at dusk!

  11. You have the choice to live in any fictional universe - which one do you pick and why?

Harry Potter!!! You get the best of both worlds: magical, over-romanticised Victorian/medievalism, wish-fulfillment surrealism and wifi. It’s great. Likelihood of dying is so low, medicine is so advanced and even then ppls n°1 choice of lethal weapon (Avada Kedavra) is painless. Me and Luna could hang in her garden. I’d never have to pay for the subway again. I could live a nomadic life in a tent w infinite space. If you chose to live as a wizard amongst Muggles you’re basically god and you can cheat capitalism. Gravity is my bitch! And I’m not gna lie my dream house has always been a combination of The Burrow, the Lovegood house, and Shell Cottage.

My turn to pick your brain:

1 Favourite texture?

2 Favourite smell?

3 Favourite children’s book/children’s TV show? (I’m talking about the bizarre abstract ones for toddlers)

4 Best and worst prank you’ve ever pulled?

5 Weirdest beginning of a friendship?

6 When you’ve been in fandom for a while you start to notice you’ve a habit of staying in the same corners. What corner are you in? Are you part of the fluffy ship corner? The intense world building spec meta corner? The shitpost comic fanart corner? Etc

7 If you could invent a class that would be obligatory for all high schools across your country what would it be?

8 What’s the weirdest thing you’ve gotten at Halloween while trick or treating?

9 Weirdest family tradition of yours?

10 Describe your significant other (or your crush, or your dream partner or if you’re aromantic your fave person) through only TV references.

11 Favourite piece of dialogue in a movie?

I don’t know 11 ppl but nonetheless tagging: @that-guy-in-the-bowler-hat @skairheart @nochangenohope @eventheslightestrayofsunshine@autistic-jaredkleinman@phoenixkluke

…and YOU (if you were not mentioned above and so choose to accept this mission)

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