#i wrote this while hula hooping

[haveihitanerve]

We Drank the Poison From The Same Vine-

“I’m moving to Bludhaven. They need a Batman.” 

No. 

And suddenly dick was eight again, running around the cave naming things with bat at the front, cartwheeling and swinging from the rafters, never stopping for a breath, always talking. 

And Suddenly dick was ten, begging Bruce to let him become Robin, to fight crime alongside him. 

Suddenly dick was twelve, Dick with the flu and Bruce had stayed with him the entire week, singing him to sleep, tucking him in, reading him stories. That had been the first time dick had called him dad. 

Suddenly dick was fourteen, in high school, making friends and spending every night away from home. Bringing Barbara Gordon home and grinning ear to ear when Bruce had inducted her in as batgirl. 

Suddenly dick was sixteen, rebelling every night, staying out later and later only for Bruce to find him knocked out in an alley, bleeding. Bruce had almost tied him to the bed to keep him from leaving and dick had never left again. 

And now he is eighteen, telling Bruce he wants to leave. To establish himself in Bludhaven as Nightwing. Be their Batman. As much as it scares Bruce, he loves that his first born still looks up to him to such a degree. “Dad?” Dicks hand is on his shoulder. Bruce gives his son a weak smile. “You’re grown now chum. You can make your own decisions.” “Oh.” Bruce immediately notices that’s not the answer his son wants to hear. “I’ll miss you.” He chokes out. “So much. Come visit alright? Keep me updated?” His voice is so different than he thought he would sound. Choked. Near tears. “Oh dad.” Dick wraps his arms around his father, pulling him close. “Of course I’ll come visit.” Bruce just nods, holding his son close and breathing in that distinct dickie smell. “I love you.” He whispers. “I love you dad.” Dick whispers back, then pulls away. He’s smiling, but Bruce can see the lump in his throat, can see the tears forming. So he claps his son on the shoulder, tousles his hair. “Go pack.” He orders, smiling and crying at the same time. Dick nods, and turns to leave, before turning back and wrapping his father in another hug. “I love you. You’ll always be my father. Always be my first home.” Bruce just clutches his son close to his chest. “You’ll always be my first home too chum.” And then dick pulls away, smiles. Heads upstairs. And Bruce collapses into his Batchair, clutching at his chest as something inside him breaks. “Master Bruce?” Alfred’s hand is on his shoulder. A cup of coffee is pushed into his hands. “I never thought…” Bruce manages. “It is always hard.” Alfred agrees. “It will always be hard.” Bruce swallows, placing the cup on the counter. “I love it and I hate it at the same time.” He whispers, placing his head on his hands. “We drank the poison from the same vine.” 

“Oh I love it and I hate it at the same time.” Dick whispers, back pressed against the door to the Batcave. “You and I drank the poison from the same vine.”

[channoticedmeuwu]

𝐓𝐗𝐓 𝐀𝐒 . . . (cliche) highschool romance tropes !!

🎧 𓈒 ◯ 𓏸 ﹒ ⭐ ﹒ ⌣⌣ ﹒ ☆

p : txt × fem!reader | g : fluffy fluff, slightly suggestive, cliche tropes 🫡 | w : suggestive sometimes? none really unless you consider fights a warning, not proofread

a/n : needed to get this out of my system lolll in love w hyuka rn.

🎧 — shy (eh o), loser lover, lotus, hula hoops, too many nights, mon amour, love is banned, BTBT

YEONJUN | BAD BOY × GOOD GIRL

came in my mind in the shower. yes. I just feel that yeonjun would def be the popular guy, carries around a leather jacket and has dyed hair and everything, and hangs out with his cool friends who skip class all the time etc etc. and then he sees you, so pretty and in the moment, and you're always so composed and kept to yourself that it's almost like an immediate form of intrigue for him. it's weird that he's so into you when you've never spoken. and he's like....wtf. it's like, exchanging prolonged glances during class and accidentally brushing against each other's shoulders while walking in the halls. you know that you, the well known rule follower, could never talk to someone like yeonjun, the well known rule breaker. and yet, you broke that self made rule for the first time when he came by your locker to give you a note and ask you to a date—which seemed so out of character for yeonjun. maybe you're the first one he'd follow traditional ideas for.

SOOBIN | ACADEMIC RIVALS

I said it before I'll say it again. SOOBIN ACADEMIC RIVALS AGENDA !! even wrote a whole fic 😭 I just think he's so neat as the school's pride and joy; has no trouble completing assignments and meets deadlines, and totally leaves the class speechless with how fast he finishes tests and exams. but then, his cool and calm persona breaks when he sees the class cheering for you during the timed group math assignment you have to do on dust boards. and he glances to his side of the board. how the fuck did you finish that before him? and so the unspoken rivalry continues as you tend to beat him more in assignments, draws being exclaimed for the both of you in awards supposed to be for one winner, and so on. and unspoken feelings tend to blossom when soobin finds himself growing weak at the scowl you make when you don't understand a question, or the proud smile you wear facing him yet again.

BEOMGYU | ROCKSTAR + finding each other in a raw moment

cuz I'm just a teenage dirtbag babyyy. giving rodrick heffley vibes. probably would put all his allowance in buying a guitar n amp. didn't take lessons so now he's on the road to self learning 💪💪 feminist !!!!! ok but all jokes aside, he'd be late to a practice, cycling on the empty road when he sees you, walking with an armful of books because unlike mr teenage dirtbag you actually take school seriously (do you see where I'm going with this?), and he'd miss a rock on the road, causing his bike to stumble and fall, crashing right into you. so now the two of you lay on the floor, joints scratched and head aching as you scowl at each other. "what the fuck, choi beomgyu?" and he'd see you, pretty as ever, in the evening light, cheeks pink in the most perfect way and hair perfectly set up; as if you were going somewhere. when he notices your tears. "are you crying?" and you look away, angry that you let it show.

"why do you care?" you would ask, irritated, collecting all the books you dropped and trying to rub your eyes clear of all tears, probably smudging some make up along the way. and beomgyu would help you, helping you dust your outfit and overly apologizing. he didn't understand who would hurt you, but it struck a nerve in him. enough to ask you what happened, and offered to cycle you home. he's already late to practice, so does it really matter if he misses it or not? and when he finally drops you home, you give him a hug, thanking him for being so sweet (after almost running you over 😒😒).

and maybe that pulls choi beomgyu's heartstrings to play an unfamiliar melody that echoed in the empty, sunlit streets as a small smiled plastered over his face, exchanging a glance before you shut the door behind you.

TAEHYUN | FAKE DATING

it just. makes sense. he's so not into you and you're so not into him. but holy shit, the rest of the school is. and you're like, let's give them what they want, right? esp when you want to get back at your ex for being such an ass to you during your breakup. y/n redemption arc but make it hotter. and taehyun was perfect, since he needed his friends to stop teasing him for being the only one who hasn't dated anyone yet. match made in hell, right? well, romantic feelings can be lucifer themselves, because when you and taehyun shared a secret (or not so secret) kiss right on the kitchen counter at yeonjun's party, shit turned weird. because last you recall, taehyun's scent wasn't lurking in your mind like it did that night, and he couldn't get the feeling of your lips smiling against him while the background blurred around him. and he distinctly remembers pushing a hand against the dozen cameras flashing around the two of you as all the people you tried to spite watched—as if you two were actually a thing. and god, explain the feeling of his heartbeat in his throat that he couldn't get rid of—as your eyes met, causing his mouth to go dry—if you guys were just acting?

a match made in hell, right?

HUENINGKAI | BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS + a lil ♡ triangle

he's the sweetest boy you've ever met, and he watches from afar, a sad glint in his eyes as you try to warm up to your crush, testing the waters with hyuka before you could attempt it on your crush. like, fuck, did you have to grab his tie like that, pull him close and ask "does this do anything or are you just choking?" do you even know what kind of effect you had on him? and hyuka would just sit in a corner, munch on a snack he bought as you would try to impress your crush yet again, only to receive a stupid “huh?” as a response.

hyuka had his moments, moments where he wanted to slap the shit out of the boy, and scream at him “SHE'S INTO YOU, GODDAMMIT!” and spell it out for the clueless asshole, as the more you'd advance at him the more apparently confused he'd get. you were convinced your crush was just dumb, because he couldn't straight up tell you that he's not into you, and seeing you sulk after every obvious hint you dropped riled hyuka up. and he was especially pissed the fuck off when he overheard your crush in the boys' bathroom laugh with his friends at how stupid you were for still trying, even though he was obviously playing dumb to keep you going, making you look stupider.

hueningkai was pissed; at you for not realizing how you deserve better, at your crush for being the biggest douchebag you've ever liked, at himself for not being able to control his heart whenever you were near him, at the fucking WORLD for making his life this complicated.

but maybe patience is the best virtue, because when your crush just laughed at you in front of all his friends when you confessed to him, hyuka has never felt better satisfaction than punching the asshole straight in the face, over and over and OVER again. maybe he ended up in the principal's office with a bloody hand and aching fingers, but it didn't matter next to your (ex)crush's busted lip and bleeding nose.

and it especially didn't matter when you hugged him after he got suspended, because, in his mind, if you'd never love him the same way he loved you, he was still the sweetest boy you've ever met.

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[readingoals]

Getting ready for the Booklr Reads Australian challenge. These are a selection of Aussie books I own (fiction on the left, nonfic on the right) which I'll be choosing from during the month. I'm a mood reader so I have no idea what I'll actually end up picking but I'd like to get through at least a few of these.

List of titles and brief descriptions of each is below the cut for anyone looking for ideas for their own Australian reads.

The open book is The Tea Chest by Josephine Moon (my current read.) It's a rather sweet novel revolving around four women who's lives in Australia have been disrupted and who come together to open a tea shop in London.

A true History of the Hula Hoop by Judith Lanigan The book weaves together two parallel stories, one of Catherine, a struggling Aussie hula-hooping performance artist, and the other of Columbina, a feisty 16th century Italian female clown travelling through Europe with the first ever commedia dell'arte troupe, while also weaving in the history of the hula hoop.

Without Further Ado by Jessica Dettmann A romcom inspired by/paying homage to Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing, in which the protagonist loves the Kenneth Branagh adaptation and finds her love life mirroring the plot.

Angelika Frankenstein Makes Her Match by Sally Thorne A romance inspired by Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, in which Victor Frankenstein's sister Angelika is anxious for love and decides to take matters into her own hands and create a suitable suitor.

Empires by Nick Earls This novel spans continents and centuries. It's split up into 5 parts, each occurring in a different time and place, but which all intertwine and connect. It's about two brother from Brisbane who've lead separate lives, but its also about humans in strange and difficult times, the way people see themselves, and the interconnectedness of all things.

The Tea Ladies by Amanda Hampson A cosy mystery set in 1965 Sydney. It follows a group of tea ladies who work in a fashion house getting tea and biscuits for the staff. Until a murder occurs in the building and the tea ladies become accidental sleuths.

Top End Girl by Miranda Tapsell Larrakia Tiwi actress Miranda Tapsell's memoir about her work and life as an Aboriginal woman and how she combined both when creating the film Top End Wedding.

Girt by David Hunt A humorous look at Australian history, from megafauna to Macquarie. Full of strange, ridiculous and bizarre stories.

Harlem Nights: The Secret History of Australia's Jazz Age by Deirdre O'Connell This is the story of the Sydney and Melbourne legs of American jazz band The Colored Idea's ill fated Australian tour in 1928. It's about the international rise of African American jazz, the history of Australia's entertainment industry and modernism in the arts in Australia, and the influence of the White Australia Policy beyond immigration issues.

Flash Jim: The Astonishing Story of the Convict Fraudster Who Wrote Australia's First Dictionary by Kel Richards This is a biography of conman, pickpocket and thief James Hardy Vaux who was sent to Australia as a convict. Not only does it go into explanations of his numerous crimes but also the origins of Australian English as Vaux also created a dictionary of the criminal slang of the colony, some of which can still be seen in modern Australian language.

Great Australian Mysteries by John Pinkney A collection of Australian true crime mysteries including inexplicable disappearances, unsolved murders and scientific enigmas.

Notorious Australian Women by Kay Saunders This book celebrates the lives of some of Australia's most fearless, brash, and scandalous women, including bushrangers, courtesans, and writers, amongst others.

[1863-project]

There's a TV that plays kids shows at my school's computer lab and I saw Thomas the Tank Engine again for the first time since they were like, live action figures. It's kinda surprising how animated and expressive they are now...

Anyway! I've been turning nonhuman things into human things lately so I was wondering...

If Ingo and Emmet were trains, what kind would they be? 🤔🤔 Would they have Thomas the Tank Engine self-inserts? I feel like this is something you've talked about already but I don't really remember haha.

Ah, yeah, it's animated now! And they've even added an autistic character voiced by an autistic actor, which is great! I grew up with the show being done with actual model trains - the switch to CGI happened some time after I had stopped watching, but this 2D animated style is new and really cute.

I did do a Thomas and Friends post a while back - mostly from the perspective of someone around Ingo and Emmet's perceived age who grew up with the original show. And rather conveniently, the show has a pair of inseparable twins, Donald and Douglas, whose entire initial storyline revolves around ensuring they get to stay together and that neither of them is scrapped. I keep meaning to draw Submas wearing shirts reading '9' and '10' as a thinly veiled reference (as well as a plea to not separate them) but never get around to it. The thing I wrote was here! So if they grew up with the show the way I did, they might have identified with that particular story, especially given recent events involving a hula hoop llama deity. If the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt can let both Donald and Douglas stay, so can you, Arceus.

I was way too little to even know what a self-insert was when I was in the target audience for the show, but it did help instill a lifelong love of steam preservation in me, which definitely still shows today - I'm huge on railroad history preservation efforts and keeping steam locomotives and other historic locomotives and railway equipment operable to make history come alive and become more tangible. And I wouldn't be surprised if it had that same effect on the two of them as children, too.

In general I tend to have Ingo lean a bit more towards steam and Emmet lean a bit more towards electric, but that's based on Chandelure and Eelektross and is also a great example of my personal biases creeping in so I can draw Emmet with my favorite electric locomotive, the 1930s Pennsylvania Railroad GG1, which I have been strangely obsessed with since age 3 or so.

It also allows me to juxtapose them a little bit - I can depict Ingo with New York Central stuff, particularly the powerful streamlined 4-6-4 Hudson locomotives, and Emmet with Pennsylvania Railroad stuff via the GG1, which covers the two major railroad terminals in Midtown Manhattan. I'm not just doing it randomly...but I am being a big nerd.

[tonberry-yoda]

oh my gosh, it's not fanfiction?!?!

i know, i know, i'm usually the fanfic gal. well, i write other stuff too and was inspired by this song, so please listen to it when you read:

i hope you all enjoy something other than fanfic on my account lmao. feel free to let me know what you think :) have a great day and stay hydrated!! <3

“And what’s 2+2 equal?” The teacher smiled, pointing to the equation on the chalkboard, the small class enthusiastically screaming “4!!” before the bell rang, signaling that it was time for recess. The class happily got up, collecting their coats and lunch boxes, running to form a line at the door. The teacher smiled and held the door for the whole class, sending them out to the black top where there was four square, children hula hooping, and some running to get a turn on the slide first. The teachers stood together and gossiped, some children brave enough to overhear them stood not too far. Children yelling “groundies!” and teachers blowing whistles.

But that’s all gone now… huh?

You sit on what used to be the blacktop, but is no more than just rubble now. You hug your knees and watch the fog roll in, the old hopscotch paint faded now.

You miss it… don't you?

You walk to the school building, now abandoned, hoping to make up silly horror stories in your head to entertain you. To block out the feelings. Your old classroom is now covered in graffiti, smiling paper penguins telling you to wash your hands now faded and to be honest, a little unsettling. You pick up an old piece of paper off of what used to be your desk, hoping it would have some signal that you used to be here, but alas, it doesn't. “Wyatt.” That’s what it says. In purple and blue crayon. You wonder where he is and what he is doing now. You wonder when he wrote that name tag. You walk down empty halls covered in dust and rat feces. You stare at the gym for a while, it's pitch black demeanor not welcoming. You don't walk towards it. You don't even look anymore. You even avoid eye contact with the nurses office, feeling sick just thinking about it.

“Are you lost?”

Your heart drops. What?

You turn around slowly, but… nothing.

“Are you okay?”

Your breathing speeds and you can only hear your heartbeat, everything around you seeming darker than when you walked in. You dare not say a word. You need to leave.

“You can't be here. You’re too old now. You’re not a child anymore. Grow up.”

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You jerk awake, your alarm clock blaring that familiar tune. You forgot your dream, but what does it matter anyway?

Time for work.

[newtonsheffield]

Molly literally one of your best works - so gooooddddd

Speaking of, can we see how Kate tell him about bb Ed and how he is after she has to leave for a tour right after they’ve just found out.

Is he holding a water bottle for her backstage? Shoving people away so that she can get breathing space?? Aaah tell me moreeeee

The idea just got... stuck in my head I guess!

Oh lil BB Edmund, So I think Kate's probably just released her second studio album, and the world tour's about to start, and Kate probably thought she was really tired from the stress, the rehearsals taking their toll etc. But No that's not what happened.

"Anthony, I am absolutely fucking not wearing that." Kate sighed, looking at her husband. And truly, in times like this she wondered what it had been about him that made her fall in love with him in the first place.

He was standing in their London home (which still sounded terribly WASPish to Kate no matter how many times she heard it) holding up what appeared to be a hula hoop with shoulder straps.

He huffed, "Well, you have to do something! I don't want people getting too close to you, god knows what they'll have that could be bad for the baby! Some sort of plague probably!"

And there it was.

He'd been so irrational since she'd told him. Happiness, and excitement, and love bubbling out of him tempered with a primal sort of need he seemed to have to wrap everyone he loved in cotton wool and protect them from the world. And it was beautiful, it really was, the fact that he was so ready to be a Dad already but it was a little inconvenient given her tour started in three days.

She hadn't even realised at first. She and Anthony had agreed, since they got married, they weren't trying for a baby, but they weren't not trying either. This was a good time really, she could tour now and write another album when the baby was small, delay it a little and the tour would be after that. This was good. Except she'd misread all the signs. She'd misread the aching tiredness and nausea for nerves and stress and the fact Anthony wasn't due down for another week until she'd been sitting on her mother's sofa, three slices into a lemon meringue pie, starting on a fourth and Edwina had said,

"Jesus christ, if I didn't know better I'd say you were pregnant."

Kate had frozen, her eyes darting between Mary and Edwina both looking a little perplexed as she swallowed "What did you say?"

Mary had rolled her eyes, hissing, "Edwina, I told you not to ask! You get your tactlessness from your father. It's a wonder you've ever had a girlfriend."

Edwina had opened her mouth to respond indignantly, but Kate had cut her off. "You think I'm pregnant?"

Edwina had rolled her eyes, "Well aren't you?"

And suddenly it had all clicked into place. She'd dropped her fork on the table in surprise, "Fuck!"

"Well, I guess I'm going to get a pregnancy test." Edwina had sighed, standing from the table, and 30 minutes later Kate had been looking at four positive tests.

She was laying on the Sofa, Anthony had been in London for a few hours at most when she'd nudged him to sit up, tugging his head from her chest where he'd been laying against her like a tiny puppy.

"I wrote a new song." She'd said gently, reaching for her guitar nearby, her cheeks burning while Anthony looked curiously at her.

She'd started singing, the soft, lilting melody, the story of a little mouse come to the city for a few days, the details correct right down to the boots he'd been wearing, and when she finished Anthony was looking at her s curiously.

"What do you think?"

He looked a little confused, "You sound amazing, like always, and I' desperately flattered, but it sounds like a nursery rhyme."

She'd taken a deep breath, intertwining their fingers before she said, "Well, I want the baby to know how we met."

His mouth had dropped open, staring at her, tears in his eyes as he struggled for words, "We're- I'm gonna... you're gonna be a Mum?"

She'd nodded gently, her fingers in his hair "You're gonna be a Dad."

And three seconds later he'd let out the most childlike whoop of excitement and spun her around the room.

And now this.

Kate sighed, taking off her glasses, "Anthony, I get that you want to protect me, and the baby and that's beautiful, I'm so so glad you love us that much. But this is insane, mousey."

His brow had furrowed, staring down at his contraption for a long moment, before he'd sighed, "This is ludicrous isn't it?"

"Yes, babe. It looks like something a serial killer would make."

He flopped onto the sofa beside her, his creation abandoned, chin on her shoulder. "I guess I'll just talk to your security. But I just... I love you, okay?"

"I love you too." it felt warm and safe in her chest just like always, his hand resting on her flat stomach.

"I am going to look after you though, you know that right?" His voice was serious, brow furrowed, nd it burned against her.

"I would expect nothing less."

And he did. Anthony loitered in the wings every night, like the world's most dedicated body man, ladened down with water and snacks and a fan for when she got too warm, love pouring out of him as he stuck to her side while they walked through crowds and something about it made her love him so much more.

And so, when she stood in Wembley, finishing the tour right where it began a few months earlier she said

"You know, I met my husband outside a seedy pub in Brixton, where maybe 60 people came out to see me. I stole two cigarettes from him (smoking is bad by the way kids, don't do it) and he stole something a little more precious from me. So in honour of that, and the biggest crowd that I've ever played in front of: This one's for you Country Mouse and for our baby mouse as well."

And she was sure, the crowd barely heard the start of Foundations of the screaming, but she was only looking at Anthony.

[miraimisu]

WIP Tag Game!

Tagged by @sixtyfourk, SORRY FOR GETTING TO THIS SO LATE FHVGJDJKLKS

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

All of these are WIPs I have either pushed aside because I lost some interest (my interests kind of stack and I usually only scream about the top stackees.............) or things I am working on right now, though I often only work in one WIP at a time :') I cannot focus on more or else............ PANIC

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Collection - Sharleyn - fics: very self-explainatory, a place where I'm writing all my individual ficlets that I come up with as I replay xeno. As of now it has 30+ chapters and it's growing steadily :')

DARKACADEMIA: a rindea DarkAcademia!AU that I wanted to write a while back but I've since lost motivation for, even though it was....... a very cool idea ngl LMAO, maybe Brilliant Lights will restore my motivation for BD in general, who knows

MagicalStarsign!AU: this one is for lonashipping! I planned on writing an AU for my fave videogame of all time, Magical Starsign, but it sunk a little halfway into writing (aka 15 chapters into the multi), I might post it one day even if it's not finished, who knows. It had lots of magic and a nice plot I think? Lots of Lusamine and Moon parallels. Really debated to post it or not

LAYTON RETCON SERIES: aka the Origins of Clive + buildup to Lost Future fic that I................ have a dear love for and I'm sure I could write the moment I replay the series, which I will eventually! I talked about it on Tumblr as Revenge is Paved with Insidious Intentions and I love this title sm

The monsters under my bed that took you away: I didn't remember this wip at all LMAO but it's a freylas fic for Rune Factory 4! Kind of a 'Frey gets in danger and Dylas is livid situation', it looks fun LMAO

ROOM 404: a Hotel Del Luna AU for lonashipping that didn't set sail bc my interest on the original source was intense yet fleeting sadly hhfujdkis

You Got Mail!: a Story of Seasons lonashipping AU that never saw the light because... things happened, not because I lost interest per see. I was having fun with it until I didn't, sadly ;;;;; but I wrote a LOT about this one, I could post it as an unfinished work!

The Time Hula Hoop: probs a dummy title bc this is too silly to be a proper title FGHJKL but it's a time travel lonashipping AU that I stopped writing because REASONS, but it had lots of whump potential I was never able to achieve alas ;;;

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Tagging: @aurantia-ignis, @sad-goomy, @artpharos, @pkmntrashcan, @izupie, @komatsujo and @scandiyatt (I don't know who else to tag so IF YOU WANNA DO THIS DO IT AND SAY I TAGGED YOU <3)

[cozyjsuh]

who messed with my daughter?!

mafia au

fluff and crack (?)

jaemin x reader (but i don’t have a jaemin section so jaehyun x reader)

requested!

the time was six thirty pm and you were sitting in the large dining room that your father owned. and by your father, i mean jung jaehyun aka the biggest mafia drug lord in all of south korea. because you were born early in jaehyun’s life, jaehyun was only thirty seven, making you eighteen, while your mother was nowhere to be found.

since your father was the most famous crime boss in all of korea, he was extremely protective of you. sitting at the table during their meetings was just one of the many precautions they had with the addition of having a body guard twenty four seven and that body guard being johnny suh.

while you look around the room, bored out of your mind while waiting for the meeting to be over, you catch the eyes of a certain boy.

na jaemin aka second in command of the subgroup, nct dream. you have a stare off with him, smirks arising on both of your faces. your stares get broken as jeno smacks him on the head to get him to pay attention. you stand up, catching the eyes of all the boys in the room before throwing up a peace sign to your father, giving a subtle glance at jaemin and proceeding to strut out of the room with johnny trailing behind you.

“yo suh. let’s go to the convenience store down the road.” you yawn while stretching your arms in the air. “y/n, we don’t even have mone-“ he shuts his mouth as you flash a centurion card. “where did you even get that?” he asks. “swiped it from dad on the way out.”

“swiper no swiping. swiper no swiping-“ you interrupt his chant by smacking the back of his head. “ow y/n.”

“what do you want?” you reply, browsing through the aisles. he grabs a bag of chips and tosses it at you as you catch it without looking. you put a six pack of beer on the counter but before you could pull your wallet out to show your id, johnny stops you. he leans closer to you and whispers, “don’t look but there are spies, three o’clock.” you nod and give a smile to the convenience store clerk before wrapping your arms around johnny’s waist. “come on honey, we don’t need beer, i just realized we had some at home.” as you and johnny exit the store, the same guys do as well. you lead johnny down an empty alley before the both of you disappear before the men and appear back behind them cornering them. before you know it, johnny and you are fighting with daggers against the spies. at the end, johnny stands to the side to call the ‘clean up crew’ while you suck on a lollipop. as the clean up crew arrives, you and johnny head back. but before you can enter the premises, johnny stops you and looks at your face.

“y/n, you can’t go in there looking like this. your dad will kill me.” confused, you ask. “what do you mean?” he pulls out his phone and hands it to you. your eyes stay the same as you glance at the long gash across your bloodstained cheek. letting out a huge sigh, you begin, “so i’m gonna sneak in through the infirmary and get treated by jungwoo. just distract my dad.” he nods as you sneak around the building to find an open window.

climbing the window, you enter and get met by the haechan and taeil staring at you while eating whatever was leftover from last night. taeil stares at you while pointing at his cheek and you mouth, “i’ll tell you later.” leaving the kitchen, you dash as fast as you could to the infirmary that was probably on the other side of your mansion. with the mile you just about ran, you finally made it to the infirmary. you explain everything to jungwoo as he applies ointment to your cheek. you let out several hisses of pain and huffs of sighs until you notice the same boy from the meeting staring at you while wrapping his wrists up.

“hey how’re you doing?” you ask trying to ease the awkwardness in the infirmary as jungwoo left to attend a meeting. “fine, you?” he questions back. “judging by the fact that i have a long gash on my cheek, better than normal i guess.” the longer you spend in the infirmary, the more you learn about jaemin. you learned that he’s a leo, is a single child, hates hula hooping and loves to play piano and dance. as the sky became darker and darker, you realized that you had to go train with taeyong.

“hey so sorry to interrupt you but i have to go to training in like five mins so, i’m going to have to leave but we can meet again tomorrow. poolside at eight sharp.” you say as you grab your items to leave. he lets out his signature smirk and says, “see you tomorrow princess.”

the next day, you attend breakfast or lunch judging by the fact that you woke up at one pm. your father sits at the table as you enter and sit. his eyes glance at you down and up before realizing that you had a gash on your cheek. “y/n, would you like to explain where you got that cut?” your eyes widen as you glance over at johnny for help before clearing your throat. luckily, your father was too busy looking at his tablet and sipping on coffee to notice your desperate stare. “i got it while practicing butterfly knife tricks. the hellbent.” you quickly lie, literal butterflies fluttering around your stomach. by the time you finished eating and training with johnny this time, it was time to meet jaemin again.

you play imessage games with johnny while waiting for jaemin to show up and when he does, he does not hesitate to pick you and get ready to toss you into the pool. as soon as you notice you throw your phone to a patch of grass and except your fate as you touch the surface of the pool. with a quiet but large splash you fall into the pool coming back up to the surface with an unamused face. reaching an stretched out hand to jaemin, he grabs it as you pull him into the pool as well. after about an hour of splashing each other in the pool, you get out and grab two towels from the poolside shed and walk back in after making another meeting time.

about two months pass after your meeting and you get closer each day. one day, as you’re sitting at dinner, johnny hands you a note and you open it unknowingly at the table consisting of your father and the numerous number of nct members. you open the note and it said, “hey loser, can’t wait till tonight. don’t forget to be careful, your dad might be catching on. -j” your father’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts as he asks for the reason for the smirk on your face. he keeps his calm demeanor as always, “y/n, why’re you smiling as if you’ve read something that pleases you?” nervousness fills your body as you barely stutter out, “n-nothing dad.” with one flick of his finger, the paper gets snatched out of your hands and gets handed down each person until reaching the hands of your father. looking at your lap, you pray for a miracle of the paper catching on fire but sadly it didn’t. through the silence, your father’s voice booms through the dining room. “y/n!” you nervously fiddle with your hands and look up with a smile. “yes?”

“who wrote you this?” he asks but this time calmly. you pretend to zip your lips up and stare back at him in defiance. you feel accomplished until he speaks to the whole table. “who’s been messing with my daughter?!” your eyes widen as you stare at your father. “obviously his name starts with a j so, jungwoo?” jungwoo shakes his head not even caring. “johnny?” johnny looks at jaehyun with a disgusted face, “me with her? hell no.” your father begins again, “jen-“ but gets interrupted by jaemin scraping his chair against the wood floors and saying, “i did.” jaehyun turns his head towards jaemin and you let out a tiny, “shit.”

“na jaemin, of course it was you.” your father says. “jaehyun, i love y/n and there isn’t anything i wouldn’t do for her.” you turn your eyes back to jaemin as he stares at your father. “fine. love her but if you hurt her even as little as a word, i will break every bone in your face.”

“dad!” you shout out. “fine, and johnny, you’re to be by y/n’s side even on dates.” johnny groans and furrows his eyebrows at you in discomfort. “thanks dad.” you say as you grab jaemin’s arm and walk off. jaehyun stares at johnny until johnny notices and groans standing up before running after you but not after telling jaehyun, “you’re lucky y/n is your daughter because nothing and i mean NOTHING gets in between me and my burrito.”

a/n: to the sweetie that requested this, i’m so sorry that you had to wait this long for something this low quality but i hope you enjoy it! (she asked me like four months ago).

overall masterlist

[nostalgic-pancakes]

Watching the starlings as autumn draws in

Summary: Tommy and his friends try on some skirts, and he reflects a bit on how they all got here. (It's a happy story) Title from September by Sparky Deathcap

Pairings: None! Platonic everyone (esp in irl fics_)

Read on AO3 (preferred place to read)

Word count: 2570

Warnings: None, except for surface-level references to the exile/prison arcs, but not much.

Other notes: I wrote this in a fit of madness last night in like three hours at 2 am, so i’ll probably edit it honestly but for now, enjoy! (If the CC’s ever display discomfort with this type of fic I will take it down)

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"WELCOME BACK TO THE STREAM, BOYS!" Tommy exclaims, rubbing his hands together as he starts rapid-fire answering questions about the stream, and the stream title from chat. It's funny, how over time, Tommy's come to see Chat as this one entity- an old friend. The nervousness of answering questions as a fifteen year old with nothing but a big personality, a twitch account and a copy of Minecraft is all but gone now, nineteen years old and happier than he's ever been.

Dreadfulzombie19: what are u doin this stream

"THANK YOU FOR ASKING, Dreadfulzombie19, today is gonna be a bit different, innit Tubbo?" Tommy raises his voice a bit at the end of his sentence, just loud enough for one of his flatmates to hear him. When Tubbo yells back an affirmative, Tommy turns back to his setup. Chat's gone a bit wild again, even though he, Tubbo and Ranboo have been living together for over a year now.

"Okay, okay, calm down chat- so recently I was at university, as usual right? And I had an eight AM class again, and… yeah I can see you all can relate."

"BUT! BUT! On my way back to the flat, I saw something really cool." Tommy hesitates in his speech to take a sip of coke again- his blood pressure's been acting up lately and watches Chat to wild again, asking him what he saw.

"Okay, so there was a shop- new place, which doesn't happen often this is fucking Brighton- and they sold skirts and dresses and stuff with adjustments for AMAB sizes!" Chat goes a bit bonkers, but Tommy's mod team- a little smaller than it used to be, now that he isn't the centre of YouTube or Twitch attention anymore, none of them are- are handling it, and pretty well.

"So I had to go, right? As many of you probably know, last year, I made the astounding discovery that gender-based stereotypes and expectations are, in fact, fake and I should not give a SHIT. And so I go in and look through the stuff- it's a really poggers shop by the way, and I find the perfect thing- it was the most poggers skirts and shit, okay? So, today's stream is going to have me wearing this pogchamp shit and wearing it right, with the help of…" Tommy ends his monologue by picking up the joke shaker-things that Phil had gotten him as a housewarming gift last year and indicates for his first two helpers to enter the office.

In walks his mother, face obscured from view as always, waving to the camera, and Wilbur, also wearing one of his only skirts for this occasion. Eret had taught him, on a phonecall in the skirt shop that week about the different types of skirts with a handy diagram. Wilbur's was a pleated circle skirt, brown to offset the bright yellow of his sweater and beanie, the same colour as his hair. It's very swoosh-y, so he's wearing black leggings with his regular shoes too. Motherinnit's also wearing her favourite skirt, a baby blue prairie skirt, Tommy thinks, and it's one he's seen fairly often.

Wilbur ducks down in order to show his face to Chat, and ruffles Tommy's hair while he's at it. Tommy's taller, but not by much, so Wilbur still fucking makes short jokes, That fucker.

Chat is now going so fast that he simply cannot read anything but some of the all caps messages and can barely make out some of the emotes.

"Okay, OKAY, CALM DOWN CHAT! WE HAVE TO GET TO FUCKING BUSINESS!" Tommy yells into the mix, like he did when he was sixteen and used the 'many people find me annoying at first' intro. Nowadays he just lets the content speak for itself. Anyone who wants to be here already is, by now.

Wilbur laughs a bit, and that hasn't changed at all. "Tommy, how is chat supposed to calm down if you're not calm?"

"I am their god!! They will obey via sheer digital willpower!" Tommy replies back, pretty zealously (What? An English Literature class is mandatory for his film degree, and The Great Gatsby by Zelda Fitzgerald is a good book, as are most of the other assigned ones. He's had entire conversations with Techno with just lit quotes and it drives everyone insane. Tommy loves it.) Chat seemingly has listened to his godlike abilities, with a few OG's spotting his half-quotation of one of Dream's last lines in the Dream SMP. The rest are spamming 'MOTHERINNIT'.

"If having a shitty magic trick book from a washed-up politician makes you a god, then what does that make me?" Wilbur replies, with one of Foolish's lines and swatting his hand at Tommy. Tommy swats back.

"Bitch" "Arsehole" "Shithead" "Fuckface" Wilbur finishes cheerily, as if this happens all the time. It does. Chat's used their antics now, four years of consistently making content together will do that for you.

Eventually Motherinnit reminds them both to get back on Topic, and Tommy goes back to facing the camera, addressing Chat directly.

"Today, my beloved mother, and my idiot brother-" "hey!" "And maybe my flatmates will be joining me to show off some cool as SHIT skirts! And a dress or two. We all have our selections, right?" Everyone nods in affirmative, even Tubbo and Ranboo. Though the camera can't see them. Ranboo's just come home from his final class, then. He should probably take the first hour back off, and judging by how Tubbo is forcefully judging Ranboo to the shower, he probably gets it. Tommy signs an affirmative to both of them, and gets back to the camera, where Wilbur's showing off all of his (very poggers) very stupid brown or yellow skirts. Tommy's are in cool colours, for fuck's sake.

"Oh yeah, Puffy just confirmed she'll be on stream! She'll be here in about twenty minutes, accounting for fucking traffic, and Niki' going to get onto VC after her own stream, what game is it this time?"

"GRIS." Wilbur answers.

"Poggers- she is the SHIT and will join us soon! So expect some QUALITY QUALITY content this stream!! Remember to not spam her chat to finish faster." Exclaims Tommy, even if it ends up as a light warning, as he picks up his own very poggers skirts from the extra armchair in his office to show the camera.

One is the classic red and white, mostly white but with bright red on the waist (elastic) and the bottom, and it reached to about Tommy's knee, if worn at the hip. It had no pleats, but the red bits were a very nice velvet texture, and while the skirt was heavy, it still had very much swoosh value, and pockets!! Big ones!! He slips the skirt on top of his jeans before entering camera view, the skirt visible in all its classic Tommyinnit glory, as he takes his place right next to Wilbur, who just took. a quick spin at the behest of several dono's., Skirt spying out from his lower shins all the way to his knee, making visible one of his (many) petticoats. ("What? It's cold all the fucking time here, Toms.") Tommy also makes a quick little spin, skirt flying outward, not upward, so it looks like he's hula hooping for a moment there. Lastly, Motherinnit spins around too, and while her skirts do not swoosh, she looks opulent, like she was about to go to waltz with the enemy, for whom she has a dagger in the back of her dress for. (He finished Anna Karenina and the Six of Crows duology within the same week and has not yet recovered. Jack Edwards is laughing at him as he thinks in his English Lit Graduate glory.)

It's fun, trying on different skirts- he and Wilbur accidentally bought the same dress at one point, which they paired up to wear, darting off into their respective changing rooms while giggling like idiots with their checkered blouses and the grindl skirts that Niki had sent over when she heard of this stream idea, laughing the whole time. Tubbo enters as dramatically as possible with Puffy, and while Tubbo looks really fucking good in his handkerchief skirt with embroidered bees and plain white shirt, it's Puffy who steals the show with an exact, real life version of her red banquet dress.

Fans from way back in the SMP, before Tommy had started branching out start going insane and are bringing back emotes Tommy wasn't sure were still available, but she is fucking stunning- deep shades of red and crimson, with slits on either side of her waist and all the detailing. She'd gotten the contact for her dressmaker through Bernadette Banner, Tommy recalls- she was so fucking cool when she streamed with him once, and gotten him to swear less and supplant those world's with bigger ones to intimidate instead. While he still curses like a sailor as part of his persona, it's less so and he does way less in real life these days, unless the situation calls for it. It's also just rude, especially in uni libraries, where he spends too much time these days wondering why he didn't read more as a kid.

Puffy's stolen his audience for a WHILE, and Niki coming on hasn't helped any, so Tommy exits camera view for a while to hug Ranboo really quickly- he's had midterms and has basically been dying all month.

Everyone on this stream- Tommy, Wilbur, Motherinnit, Tubbo, Puffy, Niki and Ranboo enter the camera frame after entering their dressing rooms for the last time on this particular stream, Puffy with full in-character wigs and makeup, Tommy in an Edwardian-Gothic reminiscent black and red dress, Ranboo in something he bought when he gap-yeared in Japan, punk lolita or something, Niki flaunting her pink in a Marie Antoinette style show of finery, Tubbo dressing in all green this time, something like a very deranged biology teacher who hasn't slept in days (Tubbo hasn't-Tommy has to get into that), Wilbur like a forest-nymph, all earthy tones and swishy fabrics and nature highlights, and finally Motherinnit, who hasn't changed but is here to take pictures as they all lean in together to fit into frame, as drastic as their height difference is. Niki is going to be edited in later, and everyone on the 'Dream SMP but nobody does Dream SMP and we're all fucking nerds' discord server is going to get a copy.

The stream wraps up there, after about two hours, and it's only about six in the evening- a far cry from the late nights and long hours from the beginning of Tommy's career, so everyone runs to their changing areas for the last time, into pajamas now, and packs away all of the clothes they wore, properly, as to not incense Karolina Zebrowska, and Jemma, Dan's wife, who would look at them disappointedly and nobody wants a sad Jemma because that means no cooing at their son. Also it just feels shitty.

Everyone huddles in Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo's living room, and they out on UP for like, the millionth fucking time (they still cry when Ellie dies), and Tommy is leaning into Wilbur's side and feeling his mum play with the hair in his very small, stubby ponytail he's developed by being in Uni as he and Tubbo intertwine their legs together and Ranboo rests his head in the tangle of limbs, playing with his fidget cube. Puffy stays on Wilbur's side, intently texting someone and smiling the whole while, and Tommy takes a moment to reflect (something he's been getting better at doing) on how the actual hell they all got here.

The Dream SMP was always going to end- everyone knew it, if course, they were the fucking writers. But by the time they did, not only were their respective brands too closely intertwined to just… sever that quickly, but they'd become too close to even want to. So the SMP discord never shut, even though Dream and George had planned it months ago, and they continued supporting each other with their interests. Wilbur made a lot more music solo, with his band and even just random ass streams where he practiced guitar for an hour. He kept playing Minecraft, but it wasn't his main focus. A bunch of people left. More stayed. YouTube left him alone.

Dream, George and Sapnap are still Minecraft streamers, but their YouTube channels are mostly blogs of them being poor excuses of adults with other former SMP members joining in sometimes. Tommy and the Dream Team were closer than ever, even though the seeds of their friendship had been sowed when they used to linger after heavy streams together, reassuring each other that none of that was true and that nothing like… that would happen in real life, because Dream had used real abuse tactics, and those still hurt unless immediately taken care of. So they were. It was a running joke that Dream was stuck at 99 million subscribers since nobody really wanted the face reveal anymore. The other Dream team members were doing peachy.

Phil and Techno were also still primarily Minecraft streamers, but they also released things like advice videos and mental health stuff, especially for relationships. They had a new scripted series where Tommy was a minor character. The dadza jokes were still as real, and yes, outside of streaming, both of them were lovely people and responsible adults (mostly). They collaborated with DanTDM and co a lot more now.

Puffy and Niki kept doing games, but did lots of different ones, testing point and clickers to triple A titles, and making it all fucking hilarious while they were at it.

So where had that left Tommy?

After the Dream SMP, he'd kind of had no idea what to do, and he was going to University for the first time, so he just… did whatever he thought would be fun. He learned about vintage fashion from the queens themselves- Mina Le, Bernadette Banner and Karolina Zebrowska and had fun learning how to sew for the first time, fixing and making his own clothes for the first time, clunky as they were, Wilbur had cried, genuinely, when he saw the Lovejoy shirts that Tommy had made for the band. He'd found a genuine love for literature in university, so Tommy started talking to booktubers and studytubers like Jack Edwards and Noelle Stevenson. Tubbo and Ranboo had joined him, fucking around in any YouTube niche they found even remotely interesting. Eventually, they all found a happy medium- a bit of everything.

Some people obviously weren't happy with that but Tommy was happy as he was, making what he liked with his best friend's, living together close enough to most of their friends (family) to have fun and drop in on one another at ass-o-clock in the morning to comfort, to laugh. His sub count hasn't gone up in a while- most of his audience is static, with about 80-90k online on a stream at any time.p

It was a nice feeling, to have carved out a space for himself and the people he loves, and be is so, so glad that he got this chance.

Looking at his mostly asleep family, Tommy thinks 'yeah. Life is good.' as the last thought before he sleeps.

[throughthewwods]

100 Days of Productivity 🏖 . Day 25, 26, 27

✨ it’s official ❣️My grad school acceptance letter finally came! ✨

🎈I start grad school in the fall 🎈

🎉

💚 Been hula hooping and walking each day

💜 Kiddo started her math tutoring, which she was happy about after, so that’s a win

💜 also set up her math rpg gaming account

💜 Got Kiddo outside for fresh air and some peopling

💙 I doodled in the shade while the kids played

📚 submitted my commencement application

⭐️ wrote up a positive feedback letter for a professor towards their promotion

⭐️ bought air filters to make my box fans into makeshift air purifiers in the event we have another wild fire kind of summer

📚 got in touch with one of my professors for a letter of rec toward my masters scholarship

💛 wrote up the second draft to my scholarship letter

⭐️ rearranged my bedroom and made it more cozy

🧡 had a couple helpline sessions

🌟 set up my air conditioner before the heat wave hits this weekend,

which was… cumbersome, but Kiddo was a good sport about letting me borrow her eyes and with our powers combined we managed to get it done!

⭐️ finally hung that Josephine wall tapestry that’s been bunched up on the shelf for ages

💙 nearly finished with Pride and Prejudice

💕 did another movie night

🐾 GSD training somewhere in all that, though not enough

As I attempt to update this, I’m reminded why I write daily. Today is Thursday. I scarcely remember Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday.. The chronology is mostly lost to me.

Monday..

with the best of intentions, we took my dog for a walk. He was difficult the whole way. As I shuffle my miscreant pup, mom’ing, rummaging through my bag for my credit card as the espresso machine roars, my phone rings. I have to ask my (hopefully) grad school if they will call me back in 5 minutes. FML 😆 all‘s well that ends well though. I received my acceptance letter later that afternoon. 🥳

Later kiddo sits beneath a shaded tree with a couple other little girls. they whisper amongst themselves giggling. I find a beach to doodle nonsensically, passing the time, briefly recalling that I am still an artist, considering maybe I have been over complicating this with worry Life has carried me away from art. It seems like The only thing missing is that I need to get out of the house more, to simply sit alone in quiet contemplation taking in the environment for inspiration then.. drawing happens.

Kiddo decides to make herself macaroni and cheese on the stove for the first time. Never has a bowl of Kraft been so savored as a 10 year old relishing her self-efficacy with every bite.

Tuesday…

We walked 20 minutes to sushi then had to turn right around because Kiddo forgot her mask. I was silent on the walk back not wanting my cumulative frustration with adolescence and possibly ADHD things become an overreaction.  At home I decide a fair, natural consequence is that she make us tuna sandwiches for lunch. 

I breathe through ‘blind girl’ anxiety  as I battle to install my air conditioner. The air conditioner is winning. The instructions are tiny, blurry, and irksome, but I’m too stubborn to quit. Halfway through I realize it will be necessary to rearrange my entire bedroom to make space for this contraption. Kiddo humors my confused irritability. It’s one of those occasions I am yet again exceptionally grateful for her literacy. When I point to a column she reads the next setup instructions aloud. With the project at long last complete, we both plop on my bed basking in the coolness of our 68 degree triumph.

Later RB treats everyone to a victory dinner. Mmmmmm Grande burritos 🤤

RB has had his own adulting victories that day, but struggles with workplace anxiety. I suggest we both meditate before bed. The fan hum draws us in. He describes feeling the lead of his worry lifting off his chest a little more the deeper he returned to his meditation until he was fast asleep. I feel and anxiousness lifting from my body too, but for me it is the warm lull of safety I have not known nearly enough of in this life. We both awoke we’ll rested.

I’m glad RB appreciates meditation. There was a decent chunk of my life where meditation was a major priority and on my relationship wish list.. then I dated a few douche-y New Age guys and it became less of a boyfriend criteria. In fact, I was pretty determined to never date another self professed ‘spiritual/philosophical guy’ again. 😅 RB doesn’t at all come off as the sort of man who’d practice meditation, so that’s been an endearing, healthy coping mechanism we casually share and support each other in.

Wednesday….

Kiddo has been using the chibi drawing tutorial book RB gave her. On his arrival, she rushes into the kitchen giddy to show him how it’s progressing.

RB and Kiddo watch the popcorn machine with wonder as fluffy kernels explode into the pot. I dig my hands in to toss the Parmesan olive oil, butter and garlic salt. RB grins. He has a fascinated twinkle to his eye saying, “it looks like you’re hunting for your keys”, to which I reply cheekily, “what makes you think I’m not?” I get Jurassic Park 3 rolling. I notice Kiddo uses scooting in for popcorn as an excuse to cuddle with RB and me. My heart is happy. Later the puppy joins us and we are quite the cute little family, all under throw blankets on the sectional, watching dinosaurs eat people.

[sleepymccoy]

how'd you come up with all the different scenes in your summoning fic?

Aah i’m gonna have to check the fic cos i don’t remember what all the chapters were about lol

Okay, first chapter was just a generic summoning. If i were to summon a demon, that’s probs how i’d do it. In a large room, push the furniture aside, no real follow through plan. That chapter was more about introducing the concept than trying to play around with the trope

Second chapter was actually written fourth or fifth i remember. I dove into serious stuff too quickly and needed another relatively normal thing at the start. So i googled how to summon a demon, picked the silliest looking thing, and made the summoner a child because i figure anyone much older would know not to trust the website. There’s a link to the insp website a the bottom of that chapter. Amusingly, that one is a lot of people’s favourite cos of the kid, and she was a total last minute addition lol. Glad i went that route in the end

Third chapter is the truth one. That one started as a ‘i need some competent summoning’ move. I wanted a truth thing since i first got the idea, cos i figured i could do some fun angst stuff there. I think i thought about this chapter the most before writing it because i needed to settle on a consistently functional truth effect that was both forceful, but not so bad as to actually make Crowley admit his feelings. Once i got that figured it flowed pretty easily, but that was the roadblock before i wrote the whole fic.

Chapter four is when Aziraphale gets summoned! That was motivated by a desire to have a realistic threat against Crowley, actually. And Aziraphale’s too competent to allow a threat unless he himself is trapped. So I had to trap him. The threat’s towards the end of the chapter when they pull out some holy water, which felt like a churchy thing to have on hand rather than a culty thing. So the churchy folk summoned an angel, got a demon alongside, and Reacted. Also, gave them a clue for the reason they’re being summoned now

 Chapter five is my self insert aussie dude who hangs out online. I saw a post some time ago about how the supernatural guys should have a hula hoop of salt to trap things and as i was brainstorming that came to mind, so it’s a hula hoop! Then it was making a character who might use that trick, and dumbass aussie guy who wants to get laid formed pretty easily. My first draft had him way too chatty, it was really distracting, so i rewrote it to make him terrified of Crowley. That worked pretty well, although if I’m honest this is my least favourite chapter.

Chapter six is the sex chapter. I knew i wanted a girls night ouija board type event (cos i was at a party once where we tried to summon a demon, it’s very white girl sorta shit) but it took a while to wrangle that idea into this chapter. Cos i needed a situation that was entirely non threatening so Crowley wouldn’t get totally turned off, and one that Aziraphale could control quickly. My backup idea was another basement summoning like chapter one, which would’ve meant i write the girls night earlier in the fic. The transition to having sex actually took me like four goes cos early on i wanted to keep the summoning circle up so crowley was actually trapped, but every way i did it it turned into a not sexy but very fluffy and sweet conversation about consent and trust. Don’t get me wrong, consent is sexy, but this was meant to be a bit of a rough scene and the foray into fluff made it very difficult to get the dom/sub vibes back. So the circle was dropped and it became a roleplay, which i ended up enjoying a lot more cos it’s rough and stuff, but clearly very sweet underneath it all

I hope that answers your question!!

imma link to the fic in case anyone has read this and it’s made them curious xx

[officialrodimus]

I was going through old docs and I found this thing I wrote 4 years ago summarizing my life

Kindergarten - Girls who stuff leaves in a boys mouth for not kissing you are a bad influence (my then-best friend Samantha), Junie B Jones (my favorite book series at the time), that i am not Guatemalan as i first thought (I literally thought this as a child)

4th - Boys are cute (yes just now discovering this), Littlest Pet Shops are the shit, you have to write your first AND last name on the paper (I had a hard time remembering this), lots of worksheets have a front AND back (had a hard time remembering this, too), what the saying “the straw that broke the camel’s back” means (related to the previous two statements), I’m the shit at hula hoop (I won a contest at the school dance)

5th - Fractions, the song says “two pina coladas” not “2 nickel otters” (I had been singing the song that way for literally my entire life until then and no one had corrected me), the recorder, what diabetes and insulin are (my teacher was type 1 diabetic), the name of every state and its capital, Heelies are very dangerous devices (I was wheeling down the street and absolutely ate shit)

6th - Negative numbers exist and are terrible, continental plates are cool, Tamagotchis, Neopets will, in fact, block you for making multiple accounts, how to make a web show of idiot boys with a piece of shit camera, mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

7th - It is possible for one to sing “im a little teapot” while standing on their head (My English teacher did this in front of our entire pod), the name of every country, Greek and Roman mythology are really cool

8th - If you talk shit about Mitt Romney you will get shunned by your Mormon friends for several months (yes, we made up, no, this was not the last time she shunned me over a disagreement), if you accidentally make a water bottle explode you will get lunch detention, what it feels like to have a period that lasts a month and a half (Yikes)

Freshman - What a condom is (They made passing jokes in middle school sex ed but no one explicitly said what a condom was and I didn’t think to Google it), high school isn’t so bad

Sophomore - What a condom looks like (Once again, I didn’t think to Google), what masturbation is (I DIDN’T KNOW PEOPLE DID THAT HONEST TO GOD I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS A THING), high school is actually terrible

Junior - What a dildo is (If you haven’t figured it out yet, I was pretty naive), it’s called Chick-Fil-A because its a chicken fillet (Yes I am a moron), if you do it right you can sell tampons disguised as joints to really high people (I DIDNT DO THIS I SWEAR), do not spend any amount of time in a hotel room with a boy you don’t know well (Bad Times™), what a panic attack feels like, what its like being in a mental rehab facility

Senior year - Robot dicks

1st year college - The realization that, in retrospect, you’ve heard of, seen, done, and had done to you a lot of really fucked up shit

[that-one--book-nerd]

My middle school did “Cats” when I was in 7th grade and here’s what I remember

this is unfortunately true and I will now document the vague memories I have of a time that I’ve either consciously or subconsciously blocked from my memory all alone in the moonlight. With the recent release of the new Cats movie trailer, I thought it would be fun to reflect on this…time…in my life

CONTEXT:

it was 2013; I was in 7th grade

the director didn’t cut anyone after auditions which left the cast really big and not all that great

alright yeet let’s go

I was in the ensemble and was a Pollicle in the Pekes and Pollicle song

basically, I was a human pretending to be a cat pretending to be a dog in a musical called Cats

seventh grade me thought this was hilarious

I was also in the “rum tum tugger” song, and our director told us ensemble girls to fangirl over rum tum tugger like he was one direction or Justin Bieber, prompting all of the 11–14 y/o girls to scream at the top of their lungs, myself included. I am not proud.

it was 2013 please cut us some slack for this at least

the production was done in the round, meaning there were audience members on all four sides of our square “set”

so instead of having a “backstage” area, the ensemble just fucking sat around the stage, mere inches away from the first row’s feet

we were all supposed to kneel on our knees to make room for everyone

since there were like…I don’t even remember, like at least 35+ kids in the cast??? I’m probably wrong but it doesn’t matter

but some fucking assholes just pLOPPED THEMSELVES DOWN CRISS-CROSS APPLESAUCE and left the rest of us with vague claustrophobia from being tightly compacted next to each other like a bunch of sad cat-looking sardines

okay well there was some kind of “backstage” area bc some ensemble members had to add extra accessories to their costume for whatever number they were in and the pollicles and pekes had an area and this one bitch that sat next to me always took the shit that I wore for the pekes/pollicles number and I don’t remember if we had assigned shit or not but basically I always used the same things and this bitch kept taking mine and she’d look at me right in the eyes as she’d take my empty tissue box (it was a prop/costume piece) and leave

I don’t know why this particular moment is filling me with unsettled rage even after 6 years and yet here we are

I was also in the fucking train song and we made the “train” out of hula hoops covered in cloth and shit and other things whatever and maybe I’m remembering this bc I was always a part of the train so I never really saw how it looked but from the memories of the director screaming at us, the train always looked like shit and I felt like I was always pulling my weight

in the opening song(s) we were told to make eye contact with an audience member and I still feel guilty for everyone who had to deal with that

a girl who pretended to be my friend but was really a huge bitch and made me want to kill myself the previous year had a lead (one of the sneaky twin cats, who cares) and I hated having to watch her have fun performing while I just sat there pretending to be interested in what she was doing

there were strobe lights AND fog during one song and i hated them

our director straight up told us “Cats ran for so long because people loved the dancing! They didn’t give a crap about the story!” as if there was/is a story

the experience as a whole scarred me for years to come

okay now here are some fun and positive things I remember!

props to my friend Taylor who years later during a rehearsal in high school this:

“yeah Cats at [our middle school] was the first show I was ever in and I thought you were supposed to feel embarrassed on stage and I didn’t really like it. I don’t know what made me come back and do the music man next year but I’m glad I did because it’s not really fair to judge the whole of theatre on one singular shitty show”

she went on to do shows in high school and scored some great leads IMO and I’m proud of her for sticking with theatre especially after a traumatizing experience like middle school Cats

the best part of the show was “memory” and it was sung by my friend Eliza who was and still is one of the best singers ever. like i had no clue what was going on half of the time bc wtf even is the plot of cats but memory genuinely brought 13 y/o me to tears

ONCE DURING A SHOWOUR BAND DIDN’T START PLAYING “MEMORY” FOR SOME REASON (IT WAS EITHER A LIVE BAND OR A RECORDED TRACK WHATEVER) SO *I* STARTED HUMMING THE OPENING NOTES TO KEEP MYSELF ON TRACK BUT SUDDENLY THE REST OF THE CAST (WHO ARE ALL STILL SITTING AROUND THE STAGE, REMEMBER) STARTED HUMMING TOO AND THE NEXT THING I KNEW WE WERE ALL HUMMING THE SONG AND TRYING TO KEEP THE SHOW ROLLING BC THE SHOW MUST GO ON AND SOON ENOUGH THE REAL MUSIC STARTED PLAYING AND THE NEXT DAY ELIZA TOLD EVERYONE

“I don’t know who started that but seriously thank you SO much I love you”

AND I NEVER TOLD ANYONE EXCEPT LIKE MAYBE 2 PEOPLE THAT IT WAS *ME* UNTIL I WENT TO ELIZA’S GRADUATION PARTY FIVE YEARS LATER AND WROTE A NOTE TELLING HER THAT I DID IT AND YEAH

A good friend of mine to this day did make-up for the show (just another fun and positive thing) and did a great job and is still a great artist :)

every time I’m talking with some fellow theatre friends I love to whip this tidbit out when we’re talking about the Worst Shows we’ve been in. I always get disbelieving stunned silence

sorry for the long post and thanks for coming to my TEDTalk and tbh I can’t wait to see Cats when the movie comes out because I can’t wait to make fun of it lmao

[respectyourmother]

One on One Time with Mother Nature

The other day I went to one of my favorite spots in Flagstaff where I like to hangout alone and do most of my thinking. This spot is located in the campground right by Upper Lake Mary. There is a large body of water and it is perfectly located to where you can see the sunset. So, I went for about an hour and a half by myself for sunset, I brought some blankets, my hula hoop, and my poetry book and spent some one on one time with mother nature. I noticed a lot while I was out there, how perfectly placed everything is in nature, and how the outdoors so generously welcomed me in to its home. My senses were tingling, and for a moment it was so silent, a bird flew over my head and I could hear every flap of its wings hitting the air above me. It was absolutely beautiful and surreal. I learned a lot through this experience, and I would rather share my thoughts with you through a poem and a short entry I wrote while I was there! So here they are:

I understand why the universe created temporary beauty in this world... to catch a sunrise or sunset at its prime, you must find yourself in the right place at the right time. To witness a shift in the universe is so ethereal and unique.. yet our society has shaped us to find importance in silly things. To be present for a sunset, a short-lived experience that so delicately signifies the culmination of each day is rare in our time. Some of us are dedicated, some of us happen to get lucky, and others are clueless to the entire transition of time. So go outside, be present in every passing moment, and acknowledge the beauty that surrounds us because mama Gaea deserves our appraisal and her beauty is free!

Here is the poem I wrote:

Life is such a precious gift, each new day is uniquely different from the last I’ve been going a lot of places alone, just letting the time pass~ I have finally found comfortability in the unknown, I made many toxic mistakes, now I’m grown~ I don’t require anyone to tell me my worth I have that under control, everything I was once blind to is starting to unfold~ I truly hope I have a lifetime left to live, but if this is all temporary please try to forgive~ Try to forgive me for once thinking it was okay, to be living my life wrong for too many days~ Forgive me for begging someone to stay, when I knew in my heart people mean what they say; please forgive me for loving the wrong way~ Try to forgive that it took this long to see, all the love I needed was waiting inside of me~ Forgive me for not protecting my heart, and instead making sure the people I cared about weren’t falling apart; Forgive me for not realizing it’s okay to put myself first, and for thinking spending time alone would make my mentality worse~ Please try to forgive me for letting years go by in the blink of an eye; I’m sorry it took me this long to see I have wings to fly.

[thisisacoolusernamestfu-blog]

Others aren't so lucky

Others aren't so lucky, she says, referring to her peers' dips into coerced sex and assault. "Guys who are in charge of these business, they don't respect the girls, because of this job. A girl who does this doesn't deserve to have respect — that's just the mentality. But at the same time, Anna downplays the prevalence of studio abuse as "exceptions", or even complete fabrications — ploys for sympathy and the money that might trickle with it.But there's really nothing exotic about Anna. She's occasionally lazy and often messy, spending most of her days, as far as I can tell, puttering around her Bucharest apartment in pajamas, playing with her cats, drinking enormous plastic bottles of soda, working on coding an iOS game, and taking occasional trips out to pick up fried chicken and buy new underwear. She claims to have almost no "real" friends off of the internet, but is consistently cheery, and enormously talkative. While video chatting, she always asks if I mind before she smokes. Anna complains about having to take time away from Diablo 3 for her cam sessions, where she chats with regulars, masturbates, mouths along to pop songs, and waits, waits, waits for someone to send her money. And when it comes, it comes. Anna's a MyFreeCam loyalist, earning $US6 a minute via "tokens" — a clever way to obscure how much her customers actually spend. It's a lot easier to fork over 900 tokens than thinking about the $US75 you just spent in minutes. This is Anna's sole income, and what took her out of rural Romanian poverty and the whims of other men.The first time I went private with a guy I freaked the fuck out. All he wrote was get naked. And so far all Id done in a chat room was flash my boobs for an influx of tokens. I froze up in stage ­fright and closed the room. In my group chat I wrote: Sorry, cam froze. And I logged off for the night.The curvy 21-year-old from Queensland says 'you can't just sit there, look pretty and take your clothes off,' – that customers want someone who is real, who they can form a relationship with.

It depends on the profile that you set up because when you make a profile, you write a little bio about yourself, and my bio might be seen as a little more out there'. I'm open to anything, like roleplay, so a lot of the time I get roleplay requests, more just because I find them fun no matter how unusual or bizarre they are. What excites me are uncommon and unusual requests that you wouldn't really come across. Life's too boring otherwise.It is illegal in Romania for a man and woman to webcam together, but it is impossible to say how commonly the law is flouted in the way Oana describes. She went on to work as a prostitute in Germany, until she found the courage to return to Bucharest and a new life. Now she works in sex work prevention - talking to young women about her experiences, and trying to persuade them of the danger of video chat.Are there any really common requests that you get?But if you don't have this luxury — like a lot of girls across the world — you'll likely work for a "studio". That's basically a euphemism for another person's computer (probably a man), in front of which you'll perform on a tight schedule. You're still working through, say, MyFreeCams, but instead of only giving MFC a cut of your take, the studio owner takes a piece as well. Often a large one. If you don't stick to your mandatory hours, you'll be fired. You'll also be potentially living with strangers in conditions beneath the grimiest motel.

Another camgirl, Heidi, 23, has bright blue hair and once sat on a kitchen bench and painted herself while more than 40 men – paying customers - tuned in to watch. What I found out was a self discovery as much as a way of sticking it to my friend. It was something I had always known, deep down, but perhaps had never quite put words to, as I had never felt that it had come into question. And here it is: When I am working, I am portraying a sexual stereotype, but how I am using that stereotype is a point of difference. When I am working, I am consciously becoming that stereotype and so I, in a sense, own it. I am taking it from the man, because yes, he created it, but when I dance, I have the power. I am subverting and I am reclaiming that stereotype for my own personal and financial gain.Eventually I got a bit more adventurous. I hula­-hooped in my underwear while listening to the Arctic Monkeys. I also did yoga, live­painting with my back to the webcam in only a thong. I racked up a couple hundred bucks over a few days and cashed the cheque sent the next month. By this time I’d masturbated on camera for a few guys, but I was starting to get a little bit paranoid about my face appearing in an advert on another website somewhere and someone I knew seeing it. I have nothing against sex work, having worked in the industry three times now, but I don’t like the idea of say my boyfriend's brother or housemate or one of my own family members opening a webpage to a moving image of my face mid-­orgasm purely because well, I don’t think my family would support that decision.While the members sometimes try to push her to do things she doesn't want to do, she is able to set the pace. CONTINUED BELOW...

[tenorphobic-blog]

Being a cam girl

Being a cam girl, specifically, can be a great option for sex workers because it’s a lot safer than when you are with a client in person. Cam girls still have to protect themselves, of course; making sure people can’t find out their addresses or real names. Those are things that workers in all facets of the sex industry have to worry about, whether you’re a stripper or an escort. But cam girls have the privilege of working from their homes or a studio, where they don't have that threat of violence or diseases. Or they just don’t have to deal with a client having bad breath.I'm definitely one of the cam girls who would hardly ever say no. I've always wanted to try new things, but that's not because I felt like I had to. It's just personally what I want to do. I want to tick stuff off my list, I want to try everything once especially when it comes to sex positivity. Even if it's something I'm not necessarily into, I'd still give it a go. If I didn't like it, I'd be like sorry, I'm not really into that. But there's a lot of people that would say no to a lot of stuff.It happened through a friend of a friend of mine. Thats usually how these things go. She had found, through a network of girls, a website that paid decent money for cam girling if you put the work in. I signed up, submitted my name, ID, bank details and some photos and within 24 hours I was approved as a bonafide Cam Girl ­with no bloody idea of what I was doing.The first time I went private with a guy I freaked the fuck out. All he wrote was get naked. And so far all Id done in a chat room was flash my boobs for an influx of tokens. I froze up in stage ­fright and closed the room. In my group chat I wrote: Sorry, cam froze. And I logged off for the night.

"There's a lot of burnout in this industry," Domino tells me over the phone from one of the three houses she owns in Wisconsin — one of them a lakefront property outside of Madison. She says it with a serious voice that sounds a little tired.I choose who I perform for, when I will perform and for how long it will last. I choose how I perform. When I dance, I feel like I have found liberation in the free expression of my sexuality, in a world that usually tells me to be ashamed of my body. And it is true, I do feel a curious kind of control over those who watch me, a feeling that is so far removed from the usual feeling of my body being controlled by men in my everyday life. I have felt more objectified being a waitress where I politely and quietly serve the needs of men than I do as a stripper.When I first left university, I went freelance straight away and didnt quite realise how hard it was to get regular work. I moved in with a friend who webcammed and I was like Oh that sounds like something Id love to do! I already had a sex blog and I was already posting nudes of myself and I absolutely loved it, but webcamming was a bit more of a jump. Theres still this mad taboo around it, that youre selling your body for sex, but its not exactly like that. You can do whatever you like on webcam. Most of the time youre just talking and keeping people company.But what about cam girls that don’t use studios? I decided to interview a cam girl name Ona Artist who is essentially a camming celebrity—she has 1.3 million followers on Instagram—to find out what that life is like. Turns out, it’s even more work.

Absolutely! Oh my good god! There are so many documentaries that really shit on webcammers, and that really angers me because I don't really think it has anything to do with the webcamming itself. I feel it has to do with the individual, the person. A lot of people end up doing it for money, not necessarily because they enjoy it, and they're made to feel bad about it. I totally feel the opposite. I feel like webcamming is fully me and something I wanted to do; the money was a bonus. MyFreeCams, one of the most popular of the cam portals, has a domain registered to a Leo Radvinsky, and a legal contact in the Netherlands.Domino might not be something so dramatic as that, but she's certainly smart, replies to my questions without the slightest hesitation, and oozes the confidence of a professional from any field. She just pays her bills with a dildo now.Eventually I got a bit more adventurous. I hula­-hooped in my underwear while listening to the Arctic Monkeys. I also did yoga, live­painting with my back to the webcam in only a thong. I racked up a couple hundred bucks over a few days and cashed the cheque sent the next month. By this time I’d masturbated on camera for a few guys, but I was starting to get a little bit paranoid about my face appearing in an advert on another website somewhere and someone I knew seeing it. I have nothing against sex work, having worked in the industry three times now, but I don’t like the idea of say my boyfriend's brother or housemate or one of my own family members opening a webpage to a moving image of my face mid-­orgasm purely because well, I don’t think my family would support that decision. CONTINUED BELOW...